A/N: TO THE BIRTH OF AN ASSHOLE! RAISE YOUR GLASSES AND LET THE RUM FLOW FREE!
Chapter 13
March 17, 1967
Abilene General Hospital
Abilene, TX
"Push Mrs. Coffey, push."
A resounding scream filled the room. Not from the woman though. It came from a six and a half foot brute, and sounded like it came from a five year old girl. Along with the scream came the sound of cracking bones.
"DELILAH, STOP CRUSHING MY HAND," the man said as tears rolled down his face.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! IF YOU CAN'T TAKE THE PAIN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KNOCKED ME UP."
The doctors tuned the exchange out. Wasn't the first time this song and dance had occurred hear. If they bothered to record it they would have found that this exact scene was fairly common.
"ROBERT I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU AND KEEP YOUR COCK AS A TROPHY!"
The Doctor gulped. That was a new one on him, and a very gruesome one. Suddenly he feared for the child, the environment it was going to grow up in, however he didn't think the things said in a maternity ward would mean a damn thing to social services.
July 13, 1980
Coffey Home
Abilene, TX
The grunts and groans coming from the master bedroom were nothing new to Caleb. Another night, another random man to fuck her stupid. As long as he could remember this is how life was, though he knew how to get out of the cocksucking closet now. A simple kick broke the lock and led him to freedom. This was it, he was gone.
They were making too much noise to hear him as he walked into his father's den. In the corner sat an old desk. Going over to it Caleb knew which drawer his goal was in. Opening said drawer he withdrew his old man's service revolver. He never carried it, preferred a .45 Auto. Next to the gun sat a box of hollow point .38 Spc. Grabbing the items he sneaked to his room.
Pulling up a loose floorboard he withdrew the $2500 he had managed to steal. Shoving it and the gun in an old duffel bag he sneaked to the kitchen and cleaned it out of perishables. He left the house and retrieved the suitcase he had hidden in the shell of the '39 Chevy his old man bought to fix up into a hot rod. Walking down the driveway he stopped at the end and turned.
With the force of the abuse he had suffered he yelled back at the building, "FUCK YOU, YOU BITCHES."
June 1, 1997
Unknown Coordinates
South China Sea
Ethan rose from the cot and looked at the two other occupants. Nobody said anything, nobody had to. Their parts fell into place easily. Ethan and Revy kill everyone standing in their way, while Rock stayed in the back and tried not to die.
"Ethan, are you ok," Rock asked concerned.
"Rock, I am hungry. I am thirsty. My head hurts. I am pissed. That means that there is going to be a slaughter as soon as I can figure out how to get out of here," the larger man said in response then turned to Revy, "Seeing that you have that Cutlass on you means they didn't search me. Either they want us to fight our way out, or they have the training of a group of street thugs from the Flag."
Revy looked dumbfounded at him, "I guess, they forgot to take a couple of mags I shoved down the back of my shorts."
Ethan's look was incredulous, "Why the fuck did you shove a couple of mags down the ass of your pants? Better yet, how did they not notice them?"
"They're queers?"
"Doubtful. The guys that took me down were Spetsnaz trained. Um... Not to offend you or anything, but how the fuck could you get taken down? You're just under Balalaika in people that fear you."
Rock spoke up on this, "The best guess is we were drugged somehow."
Ethan looked up thoughtfully, "You said the Captain was from Turkey," Rock Nodded, "Was there a hookah in the room," Another nod, "Was he smoking the hookah?"
Revy cut in abruptly, "What has a fucking overhyped crackpipe got to do with anything?"
"Simple, there are certain herbs that when burned and inhaled can build up to a concentration that displaces oxygen in the lungs. When you left the cabin the sudden intake of oxygen shocked your system and put you under. Happened to me a couple times in the Middle East. The man in charge must have spent enough time in an Arabic country to learn this, quite possibly Afghanistan. Quite a few Russian's in the country a while back," the logic was indisputable.
"So its definitely this Bugakov fellow?"
"That and we have proof that Revy is indeed human and not some hyperviolent alien imitating one of us," the mercenary said while a grin.
"Blow it out your ass, fuckhead."
It took a couple of hours for them to make and finalize their escape plans. It would have taken less time but the two fighters kept butting heads with each other on who was going to take the person that opened the door. Finally Rock voted for Revy, partially due to Ethan's head injury, and partially since she was armed. They managed to get it done though.
Ethan walked over to the hatch and rammed his foot into it only to end up face first in an empty corridor. Nobody moved a muscle for a few minutes. All the time they spent sitting there thinking the door was locked and they could have left the cabin with no trouble. Then they heard the distinct pops of an AK74.
"Um... I know it's not my area of expertise, but I think the ship is under attack."
"NO SHIT SHERLOCK."
Ethan shot up from the floor and looked around. He was literally across the hall from where he had been attacked. Praying to whatever god that had to exist he opened the door and let light flood the room to illuminate the object he hoped they were too lazy to pick up after capturing him. And those gods were with him, for on the floor lay his .38. They had been nice enough to leave his belt so he was good on cartridges and was ready to kick some ass.
"Revy, let's go give a hand to whoever has drawn our friends away, and if they want to kill us, well, we waste them as well," Ethan said with a smirk to the flame haired chick with him.
"Fuckin' A, I like this better than the last plan."
Having worked so many vessels of the type Ethan could have found his way around blind. It didn't take them long to reach the conflict area, and Ethan could not believe his eyes. On one side were Spetsnaz, and on the other was the Vissotoniki. And the Vissotoniki were laying down one of the finest examples of a collective ass kicking that he had ever seen, and he had seen quite a few.
"I somehow managed to beat the shit out of them, yet they are making almost every team I have ever lead look like toddler with squirt guns. I should be fucking cold."
"You must have caught them on an off day, because Benny once told me that each and everyone of them was trained to and could win WWIII. They may not be young, but they have the experience," Rock told him.
Suddenly a Spetsnaz soldier looked back and spotted them, and then him and two others opened fire on the trio. Ethan grabbed both of his companions and threw them in an open cabin preventing them from being caught in the fusillade, but he wasn't as lucky. He felt a round just miss his left kidney as he lunged into the room.
"Jesus Christ. Ethan, stay with us," Revy said slapping him on the face.
"Revy stop hitting me before I throw you back. I'm still conscious, not the first time I've taken a 5.45 round. So instead of abusing me, why don't you try to shoot someone out there," he said somewhat annoyed, more at the injury than the woman.
Getting up him and Revy flanked the door. Firing towards their captors bodies started falling, one for one from Ethan, one every two or three shot from Revy. However it didn't take Revy long to have to stop due to her lack of magazines. Ethan continued on for a while longer, lasting until the last Spetsnaz fell.
"Well, well Mag. I thought you had retired from such things," A sultry female voice with a slight Russian accent reached Ethan's ears.
As he slid down a wall somewhat weak he replied, "Sofiya, I'm going to be honest. I don't look for this kind of thing, it looks for me. Now would you be so kind as to get a medic over here before I bleed to death. If you do I might take you out for dinner."
Balalaika chuckled, "Is that a promise, Darling," she didn't receive a reply.
Calling for the medic she laughed under her breath as a stray thought went through her head: 'He better be prepared, I am not a cheap date.'
"Sis, would I be right in assuming that you plan to take advantage of Ethan's last words,"Revy asked sneaking up on the mobster.
"If you're a good girl Two Hands, I might just make him bring you along, his treat of course," she said, a mischievous tone in her words.
Revy smiled coyly, "Things like that are why I look up to you big sis."
"Капитан, мы стабилизировались его, но ему нужно будет идти в больницу, когда мы достигнем земли(Captain, we have stabilized him, but he will need to go to a hospital when we reach land)," the medic called.
"Насколько это плохо он больно(How bad is he hurt)," Balalaika asked, quickly switching languages.
"Умеренный кровопотеря. Пуля прошла прямо через, но это разорвал его что-то ужасное.( Moderate blood loss. The bullet went straight through, but it tore him up something awful.)"
A nod was all that she could answer with. Granted she didn't know him well, but every time he crossed her mind she pictured him as this young vivacious figure that a tank couldn't stop. Of course had anyone else had been in his place the same would probably apply. Still she felt a enough of something for him to want him to live, if only because he was nice to look at.
"Miss Balalaika, if it isn't too much of a problem, may I ask how you found us," Rock asked.
The question distracted her just enough from Ethan's condition to allow her to regain herself. Taking a puff from the cigar she had just lit she turned to him.
"One of my men made the mistake of not covering his tracks well enough. He was on the phone with someone telling them that Lagoon Company would be meeting this vessel to pickup a few crates of smuggled Kalashnikovs. He specifically indicated that Mag would be there. Boris just happened to catch that part and finished listening to the conversation. We had attempted to reach you before you rendezvoused with the vessel, however we were unable to before you had already been captured."
Revy lifted an eyebrow, "Why didn't Dutch try to get us then?"
"We made contact just after Mag boarded the ship. Dutch tried to warn him, but something interfered with your headsets. I then had him return to port to pick up me and this assault team to mount a rescue. We also hoped to recover the guns, however I doubt that they were ever brought aboard."
The answer satisfied Rock well enough, but not Revy, "Which did you really come after, us or the guns?"
"Two Hands, do you really want the answer to that question," the older woman answered straight faced.
A/N: Balalaika scares the living shit out of me. As she does most of Roanapur. Also I will be writing the date scene, Ethan needs to learn to watch his words. For those that leave a review tell me which you think Balalaika actually came after.