Delivery
Chapter 7
"It couldn't be just one, could it?!" Revy shouted as she continued to shoot the oncoming monstrosity, "I mean we couldn't be that fuckin' lucky, right?!"
It was shorter, maybe seven feet instead of eight, tall. Long blond hair hung in a simple ponytail, its eyes were green and blue, and it had been wearing something that looked like a straightjacket with a pair of striped pajama pants and a pair of sandals. Its features were far more feminine, right down to the barely noticeable breasts it had. And unlike the larger one that moved slowly this one was limber, quick, and much stronger. It stopped to hurl chairs that had been bolted down at them occasionally, and the only thing that seemed to slow it down was Revy's well placed rounds into its various joints. Rock was currently behind the wall, with the living geisha doll, and both of them had found some antique weapons.
"Rocky-Baby, hurry it the fuck up!"
Ageha was holding her extremely strained left arm. It was thanks to the same creature that she attempted to stop on her own. When she did so the creature nearly broke her arm at the elbow, grabbed at her top, and the result was that her top and bra, had been ripped away showing the very generous breasts that she had. While Rock had looked, which she cou
ldn't blame him because she fuckin' looked, he didn't stare endlessly. The moment she got the chance he was getting claimed, but that was going to be after they put this bitch into the dirt. There was a slight whoosh sound, and Rock stepped out with something. Revy saw it, and her eyes widened.
He wasn't wearing it, but instead he offered it to her. She wanted to take it, she wanted to so badly. A flamethrower was a wonderful thing to have right now. She fired another shot, causing the seven foot tall bitch to scream and hurl another chair that just barely missed Rock by less than an inch. She grabbed the flame thrower, not even bothering to put it on, and squeezed the lever that activated it. A spout of flame lept out, and the stitched together bitch screamed and tried to back away from her.
"Oh no, fuck no bitch! You almost hit my man, you made this job way harder than it needed to be, and you're gonna burn for it!"
Ageha moved behind Revy and stood near Rock, "Tell me, is she usually like this?"
He nodded, and she looked at him for a second, "Well, you should be perfectly safe from Shade. I doubt that she would want to piss off someone with that kind of temper."
"You got something to say you walking cum collector?!"
Ageha was about to respond when it screamed again. It stood, the skin boiling and bubbling as it dripped off. It staggered, grabbing a grate that was securely bolted to the wall, and pulled. Revy, Rock, and Ageha watched as it ripped its own arms off from the elbow in an attempt to rip the grate off. It let out another deep scream before Revy doused it with fire again. She neared it, her eyes hard and angry.
"JUST FUCKING DIE!"
It's movements became slow, finally it stopped moving completely and laid still. She breathed out a sigh as the small flame at the end of the flamethrower went out. She looked at it, and closed her eyes.
"There's more fuel for it, right?"
Rock shook his head, "Ms. Shirayuki only found that partly full tank. She actually pieced together the flamethrower from the pieces that were in there."
She closed her eyes, "Fine, so, we need to find more fuel, because this seems to work better. On top of that we need to get the weapons out now. This fucking thing slowed us down already too much," she cursed, "Fuck, if we don't move we're going to have those bastards all over this island."
She was ready to continue to carry on, but he touched her shoulder, "Revy," he said simply, "The weapons storage is in the next section, and it will be okay."
She looked at him, without a question she grabbed his tie, pulled him forward, and kissed him. He tasted so good, so clean, so pure compared to everything else. She broke the kiss, and then looked over at the would be covergirl for Larry Flint, "Don't even think about it," she growled, before she looked at him again, "Okay, let's get the best weaponry that the fuckin' krauts came up with back in the second World War, and then let's get the ever loving fuck outta Dodge."
The weapons storage was a treasure trove of aged ammunition, grenades, and a few antique RPGs. Revy looked at the weapons and grabbed one of the first rifles. The bore of the rifle was close to a fifty caliber, and she could see that it was designed for a clip of about six shots. It was designed to be a bolt action, and she could tell by the stock that the cushioned, and spring loaded, end was designed to take most of the kickback. Still, it would have to be leaned on a tripod or against a railing to get an accurate shot. It's design was more for sniping at a distance, but still, she didn't have much doubt that it would be a devastating weapon. Maybe they could use it.
She saw Rock grabbing what looked like a dolly and began working to load crates onto it. She noticed that he wasn't selecting crates at random, but instead he was reading them, and grabbing specific ones.
"Rocky-Baby, what are you getting?"
He looked toward her, "Anti-tank explosives and launchers," he said, "I'm also grabbing some grenades, but some of these I won't be able to move."
Ageha neared him, "Which ones?"
He pointed and she looked at the crate. He'd already tied her wounded arm in a sling and supplied her with a trench coat that had been in there. She assumed that was more for him than her. She neared the crate in question and tried it. There was no question that she couldn't move it with one arm. It was too heavy, but she looked at Tsurara.
"Think you can make some helpers?"
Tsurara looked around for a moment, and she nodded. For a moment there was an intense chill in the air, and then there was an exact copy of Tsurara. That copy was followed by another, and then another, until she had created four copies of herself. The new versions of herself moved toward the crates that Rock had pointed out, and they lifted the top one together. They then carried it out, heading back toward the dolly and placed it on top. Rock pulled back on the dolly, finding it able to hold the weight, and then he pulled it outside. Once outside pulling it the Lagoon would be a problem, but he figured that it would be better than trying to hand carry every last one of the crates.
As Rock prepared to move the crates out, along with a quartette of newly created guards, Revy saw two containers of flammable liquid. Of course she wasn't sure if the containers were sealed or not, but there was no way she was going to just leave them unused. That first thing they had come across was still in the maintenance area, and with how well fire worked on the other one she was going to douse that fuckin' thing and be done with it. That way Fry Face wouldn't have to deal with it. Sure, technically they disabled every major trap they came across, and they had certainly killed the stronger of those two things, but then getting rid of the last one would guarantee that there was nothing else to worry about.
She slung the rifle she'd found over her shoulder. Without hesitation she walked toward the cans, and she saw the runner up for an Otaku's wet dream as she studied her. The woman was stronger than she looked, that was for certain. She was strong, fast, and that second thing had hurt her arm. It had more or less dislocated her elbow. The woman moved toward her.
"If you're planning on killing it, then it might take more than those two cans."
She looked at her, "And what do you suggest?"
Ageha smiled as she walked toward Tsurara, "Tsurara, what should we use on that flesh golem in the maintenance area?"
Tsurara smiled, "More fuel for the flamethrower would be best, but I doubt that we'll find more. It's likely that those parts, and the tank itself, were left behind because it needed repairs," she stated as she looked around, "Ah, here we go. Phosphorus charges would burn through it, although it could melt into the floor, or we could just go with this. Two grenades placed under its body, and shot from a distance. While it's trapped in ice the concussion should be enough to break it into more than enough pieces so that it can't function."
Revy grabbed two grenades, looked at the blue haired woman, and gave her a nod, "Good enough," she said before she walked toward the maintenance area. Walking in she saw the ice, and could see that it was slowly trying to melt in the heat of the room. That didn't surprise her. After all, it was stuffy and hot in the bunker. The stale air had been traded for the air from outside, and that had the smell of sand, dead fish, and an ocean breeze.
She placed the two grenades under the body of the thing, and she stepped back. She moved toward the door, closing it mostly, and fired a shot. The first shot hit, but didn't connect right, and nothing happened. She swore under her breath and fired again. The shot hit just right causing the fuse to spark. A moment later she pushed the door closed and the muffled sound of an explosion and something hitting the door could be heard. She opened the door to see frozen body parts all over the room.
She closed the door, satisfied that thing had been dealt with. She walked back toward the weapons storage, grabbing a couple of ammunition crates, and carried them toward the ship itself. Getting out there she noticed that the copies that were made seemed to be standing guard, holding some of the antique rifles that had been on some of the crates. She moved toward the Lagoon and boarded it.
"Trouble?" Dutch asked, "Took a little longer than we talked about."
She looked at him, "There were two Frankenstein style monsters in there, apparently the Nazis caught a couple of sorcerers and forced them to make them."
He shook his head, "So, monsters, magic, and next we're going to learn that possibly angels are real."
She shrugged, "I don't know, and honestly, I don't give a shit. I just want to get this job done, collect our pay, and get back to Roanapur where things making fuckin' sense."
He gave a nod, "Well, if it works we should have enough to stop that yacht, probably sink it."
She nodded, "Good, I'll help get everything loaded."
He looked at her, "Just so you and Rock both know, there's no fuckin' on my boat."
She looked at him, "Dutch, what the hell?!"
He studied her, "I'm not dumb, and I know that you two are together. A blind man could tell that," he replied, "I also know that we haven't had the time, or room, for it to happen. So, right now, know that there's no fuckin' on my boat."
She growled, "That's not fair Dutch, not fair at all."
He smiled, "Okay, so rent a hotel room, wait until we get back and you go to your apartment, but leave the bunks on the boat out of it."
She watched as he grinned, turned, and began to walk back toward the cabin. Benny, who had been listening, shrugged while wearing the same red and white Hawaiian shirt he normally did. She glared at him, "Funny how that rule came about after you nailed your girl."
He shrugged again, "Sure, but that might be why too. The tech room did smell like sex and electronics for a while."
She shook her head. She wasn't sure they were going to stay in Japan, but if they were she'd seen love hotels before. And that might be exactly what they ended up doing. She could rent a hotel for a couple of hours, and she hoped that was enough time. She was pretty sure that Rocky-Baby wasn't a virgin. She saw Rock, and of course she decided to fill him in on what Dutch said. She looked a little beside herself, "I should have asked about some other stuff."
"Other stuff?" Rock asked, sounding a little unsure, "What other stuff?"
"Oh stuff like what about a handy? A blowie? Some nipple tweaking or hair pulling?"
He looked at her, a slight smile crossed his lips, "Revy, I'll be okay."
"Nah, I'm asking for myself. By the way, we're getting tattoos when we get back on shore. I'm putting my name on your dick, thick bold letters and wide font. You've got the room."