Hotline Waffegeist, Part 7

Hotline Waffegeist 7

August 9th, Los Angeles, The Apartment
>Weeks had gone by, without a peep from the phone.
>It may be that you are now out, but no word.
>Despite Congressman Weng’s recent investigation, along with various other anti-gun politicians that have recently surfaced as being a part of an illegal gun running scheme, not much has changed in California.
>The major population centers still hold reign, leaving the state and especially this county, vehemently anti-gun and waffengeist.
>There is even talk that, despite many setbacks, those in favor of regulating the two have double downed and are pushing for a near total ban of firearms, including waffengeist.
>Not a day goes by in which some protester demands action, attempts to attack a geist or her owner, and generally causing a scene.
>Even the cops have begun to become more aggressive with keeping geists out of the public eye
>Although she is able to hide her tail and ears well enough, and is able to defend herself very well, you cannot find it in you to let her outside alone.
>As a result, you have been bringing back some homeschooling material here and there for Viveca, trying to be a decent enough parent for her, but also to keep her safe.

>“двадцать шесть, двадцать семь, двадцать восемь ...”
>Coming back from work, you find Viveca doing some crunches in the living room.
“Finished the homework I had you do while I was gone?”
>You look over towards the kitchen, where you left some practice problems for her to work on while gone.
>Not surprisingly, they were only half finished.
“When did you decide to give up today, Viv?”
>”Blyat… I’m a gun, not a school girl.”
“Don’t care. And since you’re immigrant as well, it’d do you justice to learn some American history.”
>”Maybe if you’d let me go to gym or take me to skeet range, I’d do it.” Viveca responded while pouting.
>You reach into your refrigerator and crack open a beer.
>”And сорок.”
>You grab a towel, and toss it right at your gun.
“Alright, Viv, wipe yourself up, and get your bacon smelling butt over here and we’ll finish up whatever is left.”
>”Cyka blyat…what is point? This place is making things too hard to do anything. Cannot even walk outside without some peetoókh throwing hissy fit.”
>Walking over she plops down on the chair, and slumps on the table.
>”Why do you not let me out? I can kick crap out of those piz'da.”
“And that is why I don’t let you outside.” You said, rubbing her head. “It’s because of fuckers like them that’d end up making a scene, which would call attention to the police and possibly ATF, and take you away. I’d rather not want to have to break you out, like you did with me.”
>Viveca let out a big sigh, lifted her head back up, and the two of you went to her studies.

>Half hour later
 “See, not too bad.”
>Viveca said nothing, starring at the study materials in front of her.
>Taking in a deep breath and exhaling, you get up and walk to the refrigerator.
>You grab some of last night’s leftovers of chicken and rice, and put it in the microwave.
>Only the sound of the microwave humming could be heard, and a heavy atmosphere could be felt.
*Beep* *Beep*
>Grabbing the chicken and rice, you divide up the portions for you and Viveca on two plates.
>You set her plate down in front of her, you yours, and began to eat.
“Listen, I’m not happy about this either. Seeing you like this is also tearing me up.”
>”Why do we not leave? You hate it. I hate it.”
“I’ve been looking into that, and right now it looks like we’re stuck here as I cannot financially do it unless we make a bunch of sacrifices.”
>”Blyat…Should never have ask you to get us out. I would rather go down fig-“
*ring* *ring*
>From the living room, the mysterious cellphone began to ring.
>In that instant, Viveca’s ears perked up, and looked to be filled with an odd mixture of annoyance but also excitement.
>You walk over to the cellphone and pick it up.
>“This is Brandy from the escort service. We have a VIP that needs some girls picked up at 562 Palm Drive and dropped off at 6735 Golden Hills Lane. Also, the VIP specifically mentioned he wants Natasha and Katya. Be sure to get them as well.”
>You hang up the cellphone after the call ended and walk back to the kitchen.
>”You said we got out.” Viveca said a mixed sense of giddiness and annoyance.
“I said we wanted out to them.”
>”No matter, we kill now and I get to be happy. What is job?”

562 Palm Drive
>You knew of the area. It is a place of pure scum that even the police seldom visit.
>You pre-packed and prepared everything before getting in the van.
>Plates, ear-pro, gloves, and mask were already on, with Viveca by your side as a shotgun.
>You park in front of a scummy looking building, getting the attention of the locals.
>You quickly throw the van into park, pocketed the keys, and grabbed Viveca.
>Opening up the door, you are greeted by two Crips moving towards you with switchblades in hand already.
>”Mutha fucka, where you think you a-“
>From the hip, you fire a shell of 00 buckshot at them each, striking one in the chest and the other in the gut.
>The Crip who was shot in the chest died on the spot with blood pooling from where his heart used to be, while the one shot in the gut was trying to hold onto dear life.
>walking over, you drive your foot down, crushing his head on the pavement.
>At the door, you kick it open, ripping the handle.

>In front of you lay a man flat on his face and two other Crips in front reaching towards their side.
>Viveca at the ready, you fired two quick shots at them, hitting both in the chest, killing them instantly.
>The Crip on the floor began to get up, but you swiftly kick his face.
>The sound and sensation of his teeth and mouth breaking could be felt as it sent him back down.
>In that same motion, you bring your foot downward towards his neck, crushing his windpipe, leaving him to violently gag for air.
>Looking around, you find the inside of the building to look as roach infested and blighted as the rest of the area.
>Gang symbols of the Crips and other graffiti is spray painted everywhere, with trash, 40oz empty bottles, and 16oz cans of beer lying everywhere.
>You continue forward, heading towards the doorway to your right.
>In the next room you see a Crip release a pitbull from a leash.
>You fire three quick blasts to the dog, blowing its head off in spectacle of bone and brain.
>Even still, its momentum is powerful enough to carry it towards you, hitting you in the chest.
>Soon, the Crip is right on you, knife in hand.
>Before he could make contact, you drop Viveca, and grabbed his arm.
>Viveca quickly materialized to a human before hitting the ground, and quickly slammed his foot into the back of the Crip’s knee.
>With the Crip suddenly buckling, you drive the knife in his hand into his neck, and drove him to the ground.
>On the ground, Viveca slammed her foot on his head, causing him to further slack his grip on the knife, allowing you to bring it downward, slicing his neck in a diagonal direction, slicing his trachea, jugular vein and carotid artery.
>Viveca lifts you up as blood began to pool beneath you.
>You give each other a quick, firm shake and she transforms back into the shotgun.
>You change her now empty magazine, giving you 8+1 in her.

>Moving into the next room through the doorway in front of you, you come into a spacious room with a small open broom closet in front of you, and another open room next to it.
>The smell of really bad weed permeates the air, indicating there were people ahead.
>Taking a quick look towards the other side, you see smoke rising from behind a couch, giving away the position of whoever was there waiting to ambush you.
>You slide Viveca towards the couch, still in shotgun form.
>Once there, she quickly turned into her human form, and flipped the couch on whoever were behind it.
>As she flipped it, you moved over, slugging one, who was trying to move out of way, onto the ground, causing him to drop his Hi-Point.
>Grabbing it, you mag dumped at the two others, while Viveca jumped onto the chest of the one you punched out and ripped into this throat with her teeth, showering blood as she ripped it out.
>With the three dead and lying in a large pool of blood, you grab Viveca and continue on.
>You move towards the next doorway, and find a Crip trying to run into the next room.
 >Before he could make it, you fire a shot towards his legs, knocking him down.
>As you move towards him, he screams for mercy and help.
>You kick him onto his back and fire a shot into his head.

>Moving to where the previous man was going to, you see a Crip get up from a chair
>You fire a shot two shots into his chest, only for him to be staggered.
>You quickly throw Viveca right at him, tackling him to the ground.
>However, she begins to struggle with the Crip to keep him down, despite him with two large holes in his chest.
>You quickly move over, and stomp on his head, crushing it.
>Around you were a stove, some rocks and a pipe.
>Grabbing Viveca, you head off back to where you came from.
>In front of you was a closed off door.
>You kick it open to reveal a fat Crip on the toilet with his pants down.
>You grab him by the shit, and throw him on the ground, exposing his bare ass.
“You have 5 seconds to tell me where the guns are.”
>”Fuck you whit bo-“
*BANG*
>”AH FUCK! AH FUCK! MY FUCKING ARM!”
“Again, where are the guns.”
>”LIKE FUCK I’D TE-“
>You shove Viveca into where you shot his arm and begin to grind of it.
>Her muzzle break digs in his wound, causing him to scream more.
*Bang*
>The resulting shot nearly severs his arm, only being held on by flaps of skin.
“Last time I asked, and I’m getting impatient.”
>”IN TEH CLOSET, DOWN IN TEH ELEVATOR THERE!”
>You remove Viveca from what remained of his arm.
>and shot him in the back of the head.

>At the closet that you passed earlier, you look and find a hidden door, leading an elevator large enough to fit a good number of people or items at a time.
>Taking it down, you swap out Viveca’s magazine for another fresh 8-round load.
>The elevator halted at the end of its descent.
“Do you sense your fellow sisters here?”
>”Da, пистолет дух are down here.”
>Ready for action, you open the elevator gate.
>You see the hallway is vacant, with three doors in front of you, two on your left and one to your immediate right.
>Sounds of dogs snarling and cheering could be heard, along with baying elsewhere.
>You move towards the one to your left, and come across six Crips cheering at a large cage in the middle.
>The sound of dogs snarling could be heard from there as well.
>You fire three quick shots at the Crips nearest to you in the back, dropping them quickly.
>The others begin to reach for their side, as you back away towards where you came from while laying suppressive fire.
>You end up striking one in the high, causing him to buckle in pain.
>As the two make their way to the door, you kick it back towards their direction, knocking one out, and firing point blank at the other in the chest.
>Gore erupted from his chest, leaving a large hole in his center.
>You shoot the one who was shot earlier in the hip before, ending what could be his last stand.
>With the one knocked on the ground, you drag him towards the cage, with now just one angry looking pitbull alive, and force his head through the cage.
>Still thirsting for blood, the dog quickly came over and began to devour the man’s head.
>The dog went for his neck, clamping down hard and tore his throat out.
>Quickly surveying the area, two doors lay in front of you.

>From the left door, you hear sounds of power tools being used.
>Entering the room, you see a Crip in makeshift personal protective equipment, cleaning up some of the dogs that lost.
>You threw Viveca towards the side of him.
>Before she landed, she turned back into a human, and delivered a swift kick to the back of his knee, causing him to fall on a chainsaw he was using.
>Viveca then quickly forced his arms down, sawing his head vertically in half.
>Viveca grabs the chainsaw and nods towards you.
>Taking her cue, you go back, and grab the pistols the Crips from the previous room dropped.
>All of them were Hi-Points, and after checking the internals, they seemed fine enough to work.

>Kicking the right door open, Viveca charges in ahead, chainsaw in hand.
>You fire three shots at Crip about to draw his weapon, two in the chest and one in the head, while Viveca began to eviscerate another from his gut, spraying gore and feces.
>Making short work of the two, you move through a door that lead back to the main hallway.
>To your left is another short hallway, leading to a room on your left.
>Sounds of dogs baying could be heard.
>Again, you kick the door open, and allow Viveca to go in first.
>A dog is seen jumping at her immediately, but she quickly slices it into two.
>You a Crip trying to release another dog, but you mag dump at him before given the chance.
>Eight cages could be counted, two of which were empty.
>The dogs inside were all pitbulls had their ears trimmed off, and heavily scarred.
>Changing to a fresh magazine, you put down the remaining six dogs, ending their suffering and possible eventual starvation.

>One room remained.
>The room to the right when you exited the elevator.
>You kick it open, to reveal a room with bunch of stolen gun crates, two Crips and a fox-girl.
>One, who was holding a video camera, gave a very surprised look towards you, while the other was continuing to thrust into the backside of the fox-girl with full vigor.
>You fired a shot into the leg of the one holding the camera, sending him down onto the ground.
>Viveca revved up her chainsaw, and sliced one of the arms off of the one raping the fox-girl, along with delivering a very deep gash into this side.
>You move towards the one you just shot with your guns still aimed on him, while the sound of a chainsaw and meat could be heard behind.
>Crouching to his level, you shove the Hi-Point in his mouth.
“You are going to tell me right now if this is where all of the guns are, or I’ll be sure to make the rest of your short life a living hell. Move your head up and down for yes, and left and right for now. Answer me truthfully, and I’ll let you live. Got it?”
>The man moved his head up and down.
“Is this where all the guns are located?”
>He moved his head up and down.
“Are you sure about that? My partner here is feeling very antsy, and wouldn’t mind taking pieces of you at a time.”
>He continued to move his head up and down.
>The sound of the chainsaw was at idle.
>Behind you, you hear Viveca speaking in Russian to the fox-girl, who also began to reply in a hurt and scared tone.
>” Pidaraz is full of bullshit.” Viveca yelled back.
>You slug the Crip.
 “Viveca, take a hand.”
>She began to rev up the chainsaw, when the Crip began to get frantic.
>”Uh ‘igh, u’ll alk.”
>You remove the gun from his mouth.
>”You ain’t got teh guts, whyt bo-“
>Viveca swiftly removed the man’s left hand, causing him to scream in agony.
“There are more body parts to choose from, so choose your words carefully. Where did the other guns get taken to?”
>”To dis strip joint on 2345 Coconut Lane.”
“And how did you acquire these guns? This looks to be a legitimate company that had their wares stolen.”
>”Right, dis ATF guy wuz gonna drop all charges ‘nd shit for all of us if we took this shit.”
“This sound right?”
>Viveca begins to talk to the fox-girl.
>”Da, AK here says of what she know of pidaraz says is true.”
“Alright.”
*BANG!*