The Wolf's Den

[Superchaos2585]

Samuel Vincent, Grinders his way through Long Arms to Carter and Viktor... "Hey guys, what'd I miss?"

[CrazyHobo]

A small grin of joy suddenly get's on Vik's face.
"Good, Carter, you can kill the longarms with your ol buddy Sam, while I get this stuff to the base".
Viktor runs away from the future fight scene, not because he was a coward, he would gladly stay and help out, but he's overweight with the gear he found, so he can't afford to risk that much.
As Viktor runs towards the base, he shouts "Open the **** door".
To which he gets an annoying word "Password".
"I'll kill you, you **** jack off, if you don't open this door". - ragely shouted Viktor.
As the door opens, Vik quickly rushes to it, evading the mutliple Longarms, trying to reach him.
When Sean closes the door behind him, Vik breathes heavily, then turns to Sean, saying
"If you pull out another one of those password jokes..." - sayed with an exhausted voice.

Viktor walks towards the building, then suddenly has a memory, of his room being on the 7th floor.
"...****. I got a 20 kilogramm gear here, plus another 20 I found, and I gotta get this **** to the 7th floor". - thought to himself Viktor,  but then notices a bunch of cliaths.
"They can finally be usefull to me... Hey you cliaths, help me get these things to my room."
The cliathes quickly followed the order, though it was more like a favour. They jelously gased at the shinny, expensive gear their officer found. Truly a good find.
Once that is taken care of, Vik puts the LR8 he took of the body on his table. Time to fully examine it.
The armour took little damage from the fall, it contained 5 pockets, 4 clip holders, and a bag, attached to it.
In the bag, there was some morphine, cheese, sausages, a claw hammer with some cading sets. The pockets had another 4k cash, so it's really a good find. The clip holders were also full, the small ones stored the Colt clips, so it's extra 14 .45 bullets. Not much. Plus two clips of 7.62 chambered AK clips, pretty usefull, considering he now has an AK-47. He notices, that the bag has a hidden hatch in it. Viktor opens it, and notices 3 full boxes of .45 and 2 full boxes of 7.62 ammo. Deeper in the hatch was a box of 12.7 rounds.
Viktor smiles, as on a full box of 12.7 he can guy 2 bottles of wine from the bar, eventhough he doesn't drink. But someone does, and that can always be used in the future.
Vik decides to donate the colt and katana, but keep the AK to himself.
Vik loves a melee fight, but katanas remind him of shitty animes before the outbreak.
Pistols are weak, not enough firepower, nor firing speed. No...Vik loves to spew many bullets.
After donating the pistol and katana to the Fenrir's Fangs storage, he makes his way to the Wolf's Den.
Time to get another coca-cola.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James notices Viktor coming back into the bar once again with quite a happy face, he wonders briefly who is out there still fighting because he can hear muffled gunshots and explosions in the distance, he quickly forgets as he watches one of the very few friends he has ever let himself make buy another cola, once again attracting the same response from the crowd "Don't they ever get tired of playing that joke on him...." he muttered quietly to himself, Hobo was one of the very few people in FF who even halfway understood James and his silent and cold ways.

[CrazyHobo]

Viktor makes his way to Jame's table again.
He sits there, takes a sip of his cola, and then starts telling his story.
"One more thing, by the time I finish looting his body, Carter and Sam find me and decide to have a grind fest. Well...I'd gladly help them out, but this new gear was just getting in the way, so I let them have more fun. They shouldn't be in much trouble." - replied the russian.
"Still don't know what to do with that LR8. I think I'll keep it in my room for now. I could always use a spare. You know how our engineer is greedy. He'll repair it, then say he failed to do so and keep it to himself. Hell, why isn't he still dead?" - asked the russian his old friend.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

"Funny, Ever since I first met our engineer he seems rather eager to please me...Could have had something to do with me shooting his cat when he told me he "lost" my revolver" James said this with a very calm face, he clearly was not joking, ge took another drink of beer and light up another smoke "Carter and sam are one of a kind, always looking for trouble whenever they can't find it directly, I suppose it's their idea of fun" James takes a long puff of his smoke, smoking seems to be the only thing this man ever enjoys doing.

[CrazyHobo]

((the **** does OOC stands for?))

"Convince the egnineer you say? Good idea...Listen, all you ever do is smoke, where do you even find cigarettes these days?" - asked the russian.
Suddenly he hears another explosion.
"That was Carter, he told me of an M79 he bought of cheap." - pointed out Hobo.

[Superchaos2585]

*To Carter* "So this is our new place?" Sam said with a smirk.
"I'm too damn lazy to have to go back to Nastya's to get some missions, why'd we have to make our new place here?"
 "I'm gonna chill here for a while I guess"
*annoyed* "Did ya bring my amputator with you this time?"

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

"I loot them at night, I don't sleep anyway" he said simply, "A grenade launcher...That gue realy likes to announce himself, I doubt he will ever make Zero or BD like that" James drains the last of his beer "Hang on a minute Im going to get another" James stands up and walks quite soberly to the bar, Alchohol never seems to affect him visibly, he returns a few moments later with a beer and a coke which he hands to hobo "Thought I would save you the scene"

[CrazyHobo]

Hobo notices, that everyone is still staring.
"I think they'll never stop. Not like it really matters. And I'm sure Carter can get to Zero Agency or into the Black Dragons. He has before, remember?"
Notices, how Flynn and Trat are still watching through the window.
"Have they been standing there for 6 hours like that?" - asked the russian.

[Thuggernaut]

Former Gunnery Sergeant Craig Murdoch, known to everyone as the Thuggernaut, plops down in a seat next to hobo. "Wassup mornin' meat?" he inquires.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

"But at least when I buy it they don't say anything, am I realy that scary?" Modem lets out a brief small smile that does not look natural or right in the slightest, he lets it die again seeing the expression on Viktor's face "Anyway, I guess Carter could make it, he is skilled enough, but I somehow doubt he would recieve many missions that require any ammount of stealth" James looks over at the two staring out the window "Yes they have been like that for awhile, Flynn keeps jabbering on to Trat but he does not really seem like he wants to talk, not that Flynn takes notice"

[CrazyHobo]

Talks to James again.
"Well, wonder how this day continues".
Notices, how his friend Thuggernaut sat near him, and asked how he was, to which Vik replied
"Found an AK-47, a Katana, a Colt1911 and an LR8. Well, I didn't find it, I stole it of an AD member, before promtly killing him. Also saw Carter and Sam on the way, they having another grind fest, as usual. Only this time Carter brought the heavy explosives. What else...the cliaths have finally become usefull to me: they took my heavy gear to my room...that's pretty much how the day started. And how was your morning?"
Notices, that a beutifull female cliath has entered the Wolf's Den.
Long black hair, UMP to her back, in a black trench coat, wearing a flak jacket beneath it.
"Look at that booty. Looks like this truly is my lucky day". - sayed the russian.

[Superchaos2585]

*Flies in to the first floor through window* "Ah ****!"
"**** Long Arm decked me!" *quickly 'cades window and heads to the bar*
"Hey Thugg, what's up?"
"I gotta go help Carter, see ya!"
*runs out of the building, accidentally leaving all doors in his path open *

[Thuggernaut]

"Haha, Viktor, you better be careful chasing after every female you see. You're gonna catch something. Anyway though, you said an AD member? The **** are they doing up here, asking us to kill 'em?" He laughs to himself as he starts patting down his pockets. He finally finds what he's looking for in his back pockets; his sack of weed. "Got any papers, Vik? I've been starving for a doob."

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

((God damnit read the rules thread and what I just posted, this is my last OOC comment here. >.<))

"Don't get any ideas you bloody crazy hobo, relations with a subordinate is forbidden" James stated with his usual calm cold voice, he took another swig of beer before turning to Craig "I hear you finally made the Elder Counsil I was wondering when they would finally let you in"