Delivery
Chapter 6
The open air was inviting, and at the moment Revy was enjoying it more. The confession between her and Rock had begun a relationship that was both wanted and feared. She feared it because she feared that if he knew the things that had happened to her, the things she'd done to survive, and what she had done to escape from her abusive alcoholic father that he'd leave. But this moment was being spent looking for any signs of the mines that occupied the strip of ocean they were using. Of course there were a few occasional moments of making out, kissing, enjoying the closeness they felt, but it was tempered with actually paying attention.
Revy had been keeping time, and they had been going for the last hour, and she could see the island in the distance. A small dock stretched out from it, and she noticed that Dutch took time to move toward a certain spot. When they stopped both she and Rock jumped from the Lagoon and tied it. The dock popped and creaked as the surf moved around it. It felt solid, but she was fairly certain that it had been here since the thirties.
A moment later she heard footsteps and saw the living fuck doll standing with the living geisha doll. Both of them looked at the island, and they both seemed confused. Behind them Dutch came up and seemed to study the inland.
"So," he said as he looked in the direction of the tree line, "Balalaika has the first bunker, which is just behind the treeline, secured for her and her people. Don't touch it. She knows of two others further inland. Both are about thirty minutes past the first bunker, and apparently they should contain some heavy artillery."
"So, does Fry-Face know we're raiding them?"
Revy grinned until Dutch nodded, "Yeah, she knows. I'm not stopping here without letting her know about it. We don't need that kind of trouble at home. She's fine with us looking through whatever the Axis Powers left behind, taking what we can use, as long as we leave the bunkers unlocked for her people. She plans on selling the rest of the weapons to collectors. Our payment for disarming any traps in them is the weapons we take."
Tsurara stepped forward and looked at the island itself, "What kind of weapons are we looking for?"
Revy rolled her eyes at the living geisha doll, "The kind that makes a ship go boom."
"So, a Panzerfaust or better?"
Dutch nodded, "Yeah, something like that would be fine. If they have one, or more, get them."
Revy watched as the living geisha doll nodded, looked toward the top heavy bitch, and both of them walked toward the end of the pier, down onto the ground itself, and they began to move inland. She growled and began to follow them. Rock looked at her and she nodded. He followed suit, and Dutch stood on the bow of the ship.
"Remember, we've got a possible two to three hour lead on them at this moment, and at best, so find the bunker, grab as much as you can, and bring it back."
Moving through the sand wasn't difficult, but it made running a bitch. Revy looked at the tree line as they ran past it, and she saw the first bunker. The same flag that flew over Hotel Moscow was painted on the door of the bunker. She nodded, knowing that it was another half an hour before they reached the next bunker.
Moving she noticed that both of the other women were moving faster. She ran as fast as she could, trying to keep up with them, and the thirty minutes that it would take was cut down. She breathed hard, leaning against a palm tree that was situated near the entrance of the bunker. It looked like any old relic from the past. The gray cement walls had vines growing over them, the door looked to be heavily rusted, and from what she could see there was no glass. She moved toward the door, trying it, and finding that it was indeed rusted stuck.
"Allow me," the top heavy bitch said in a pur before she moved forward and grasped the locking valve wheel. She turned it and the sound of metal scraping and squealing sounded through the surrounding jungle. A moment later the lock disengaged, and she pulled the door open, "There, now we can enter."
Revy began to move, but Tsurara stopped her. She started to complain when the living geisha doll threw what looked like a sliver of ice into the doorway. When it passed there was a roar from inside, and Revy watched as electricity arched. After a moment lights began to power on, and Tsurara stepped forward. The air inside of the bunker was stale, but there was a faint smell of ozone. Revy watched, trying to see if the electrical trap would spring again, but instead it lay silent.
"Hmmmm," Tsurara said as she admired the tesla coils that lined the doorway. She pointed toward what looked to be the first one on the left, and the last one on the right, "It appears that while this trap was designed well, the parts suffered from the lack of use."
Revy huffed, "Great, so what other little goodies did these bastards leave us?"
She watched the living geisha doll who tapped her chin, "Oh, I would imagine that we will come across grenade bouquets, single shot weapons aimed at doorways, or rigged right above them, and of course there is the possibility of occult items that were collected and could be used in a trap like manner. From what I read Hitler was big into the occult, and he may have forced a few witches to create traps for him."
Revy stood there and looked at her, "You're kidding right?"
She smiled demurely, "Perhaps you may think so, but believe me, it is well within the realm of possibility."
Revy looked at Rock who was studying the design of the trap and then looked around, "We should find some schematics for the bunker," he said, "A maintenance room, security area, either one of those will have them, and we can determine where the traps are, and where the weapons are kept."
She grinned, her Rocky-Baby was smart, and she loved that about him. His plans didn't have a whole lot of if coming off of them, and usually they didn't cause too much damage. If his suggestion was to find the schematics then it was the obvious next step. She looked toward the living geisha doll that gave a nod.
"That is a sensible suggestion," she said as she looked about the area, "The layout of this bunker is similar to the Führerbunker near Berlin. If the layout is the same then the security post would be near the middle of the complex. Allowing guards to be disbursed throughout the entire complex from a central location; however, maintenance should be located nearby, likely within the next room."
"Tsurara, your knowledge of this kind of thing is still a little freaky," the cum quality tester said, "but then again if it makes this entire thing easier I'm all for it."
They moved toward the next door, and Revy stopped them. She pointed toward the floor, and they noticed the thin trip wire that was there. She looked at it, following its location, and she noticed that it went behind the door. Before she could try to find a knife the top heavy bitch stepped forward. Her fingernails grew, becoming incredibly long, and she swiped the trip wire. They waited for a moment and opened the door. Just inside was two small cylinders. Revy studied them and realized that both of the cylinders had fuses on them. A small spark igniter was set behind them, and the tripwire had gone to the igniter.
"Ah, a grenade trap," Tsurara said in an appraising tone, "even if one didn't ignite the one that did would have triggered the other."
Stepping through the room looked fairly standard, cabinets lined the walls, and several books sat on top of them. Revy watched as Rock walked toward them, checking them, until he took one down. He read it for a moment, and then opened it. He flipped through the book until he found what he was looking for and took out a page that unfolded about six times making it just under three feet long. The paper was yellowed with age, it seemed brittle, but Revy looked at it and understood the basics.
The bastards that set up this bunker had labeled every trap in every room. It seemed to be a simple design to her. Each trap had either a symbol that looked like a small explosion, one that looked like crosshairs, but there was one that she didn't understand. It looked like two men, but they were completely dark except for their eyes.
"Well," Rock said, "According to this the weapons' storage is on the right side of the bunker. There's lots of high caliber rifles, grenades, and some anti-tank weapons."
"Now we're talking," Revy said, "Anti-tank should take care of that fuckin' yacht."
He nodded, "Yeah, but we've got some kind of problem. When we opened the bunker it woke the Wächter. From what I can tell it's some kind of artificial guard. The notes state that it will only stop if given an order from the commanding officer."
Tsurara looked at him, "Describe it, please," she asked, "I would like to know what it is that we've awoken."
He looked at it, "It is supposed to be two heads taller than the commanding officer, which seems around eight foot tall. It is composed of the honored dead."*
Revy noticed that living geisha doll looked concerned. She began eyeing the surrounding area when they heard the sound of massive boots. The sound was carrying, echoing, and coming from deeper in the bunker. Looking at the schematics she could see that it's location was likely behind several doors. If this thing was some undead creature, which seemed likely, then hopefully it would be as stiff and slow as that zombie bitch on the boat.
The sound of the footsteps were closer, each one sounding heavy, purposeful, but not slow. They could hear the squeal of metal doors opening, and they looked at the direction it was coming from. They could attempt to navigate around it, try to avoid it at all costs, but it was likely that this thing would catch up to them and corner them. As it was, the maintenance room had only two entrances. The one behind them which led into the entrance of the bunker, and the one forward where the sound of the footsteps were coming from. Rock looked at it, and then back at the explosives that were placed by the door.
"Revy, think that you can shoot a can through a barely opened door?
She looked at him, and then at the cylinders, "Oh, I can nail those things easy. Let's get them moved."
They carefully placed the two heads from the old Stielhandgranates and moved them across the room. The four of them moved behind the door that went into the main hall. They closed it nearly completely. A few moments later the sound of the valve handle turning caught their attention and through the door stepped a huge being. It stood over eight foot tall, it was dressed in an old World War II era Nazi infantry uniform, and its boots looked as if each one weighed at least fifteen pounds a piece. There was a large scar on its face, multiple stitches ran down the length of it, and they could see a blue and brown eye as it looked toward the door they were behind.
Revy took that moment it was looking at the door and fired off a shot. The bullet struck the old grenade head, and the explosive did exactly what it was meant to. It resulted in blowing the tall being's left leg off. It fell forward, its arms stretched out, and it began to crawl. Revy opened the door and placed a round through its head. It slowed for a second, and then it began to crawl toward her.
"What the fuck?!"
Tsurara stepped back, "Please, move out of the way."
Revy did and suddenly the creature was encased in ice. Tsurara studied it for a moment before breathing out a sigh of relief. She nodded to everyone else, "Good, the sorcerer, sorceress, that created it wasn't too powerful."
Revy looked at her, "I don't know want to know," she said after a second, "Let's just find what we need, and then we can find some gas and torch this thing. Figure that if that Frankenstien monster thing hated fire in that stupid movie, then this thing won't be a fan of it either."
*Bite sized Monster Fact! Flesh Golems are beings that are composed of various dead bodies. They can be left in a state of suspended animation for multiple years at a time. Their strength is completely determined by the magic that was used to create them. The stronger the sorcerer or sorceress the stronger the Flesh Golem. Most Flesh Golems are left with only basic commands; however, more intelligent ones are given a personality. All Flesh Golems are weak against fire, explosives, and electricity.