Hotline Waffegeist, Part 10 (Ending)

Hotline Waffegeist, Part 10 Final
>Augest 16th 11:15pm, On the Road
The drive over to Congresswoman Brown’s home had largely been quiet. Viveca did not said much of anything since we left the construction site, leaving the drive to be all the more quiet and tense. Despite what they did to her, she still remains functional as the replacement stock didn’t show issues of incorrect fitting and, despite her irons sights being filed down, her railing remained intact, allowing the red dot to provide her vision.

Looking at her, I can see she is hiding a lot of pain behind her eyes; despite her outwardly look of anger. I do not wish to imagine what else they did or were planning on doing, but she held in strong. Rescuing her was not something out of obligation or as paying back a debt from when she saved me. If it were me instead, she’d have tracked me down again like last time. But even as I try to mitigate the damage caused, I still seethe with rage with what they did to my daughter.

Yet, one thing is both in our minds, the feeling of revenge. We could try to run, but they know who we are and what we look like. It would be only a matter of time before they found us out again. The best thing would be to end it here and now while they remain still unaware.

>“So, you know who blyad is?” Viveca finally opening up to break the silence.
“Yeah, it’s Congresswoman Brown.” The news left Viveca shocked and confused.
>”How? She has been trying to push for more dukh oruzhiya recognition and protection!”
“With how we caught that one manufacturer red handed the other week, I would not be surprised if it was all an act on Brown’s part. Get votes, get money from interest group, do nothing of real significance. It’s all a fucking game to these people.”
>”Why though!? Argh! I will make that cyka blyat suffer!”

Seeing Viveca back to being continued to remind me why I first started to and continue to kill carry out acts of violence for them. These politicians and people will never stop hounding them, and I only hope that with this last mission, a large enough blow can be made.

“Once we’re done with this, we’re gonna need to skip town.”
>”Anywhere but this forsaken state.”
“Alright looks like we’re on the same page then, Viv.”
I couldn’t help still feel uncertain about what lay ahead. We have already cut it close on a few occasions, and assaulting the home of a congresswoman is going to carry with it enough risks as is, especially since Brown has her own estate. Even then, if we do succeed, what about the future? I breathe in a sigh.
“Hey Viv, think we still can live a normal life after this?”
>”Don’t care right now. Focus, papa! We worry about future later.”
She was right. I rubbed her head, and continued forward down the highway.

>August 17th, Midnight, Congresswoman Brown’s Estate
I parked the van a little away from the estate, hidden from view, but with enough clearance for a quick escape. Viveca and I suited up, ready to make our final hit. Under the cover of night, the both of us moved and kept observation for any patrols along our way. Ahead of us was a mansion large enough to display her opulence and power. Moving close to the mansion proper, the building was still lit up at this hour. Either she was expecting Viveca to crack by this time or she is expecting us.

Arriving at the side of the house, I hoisted Viveca up towards the window. After a few moments, she signaled that she is going to enter and began to crawl inside. Few seconds later, and she signaled for me to enter as well. Jumping in, I take in the view of the area. Inside was a queen sized bed, and various portraits and some books. If I had to make a guess, I could only assume I was in the guest bedroom. I grabbed Viveca, and felt with well familiarity the weight, balance and touch of her shotgun form. I held onto her grip with my right hand, and reach out towards the door handle with my left. “Knock, knock.” And with a swift twist and pull, I flung the door open.

In front was a guard with his rifle already drawn at my direction. Not sure if it was sheer luck or the difference in our bloodthirst, but before he could fire a shot, a volley of buckshot had ripped through his neck and jaw, nearly severing his head. Out of nowhere, Viveca jumped out of her shotgun form, and in a split second grabbed a girl in armor that appeared as quickly as Viveca, and threw her face first towards the ground. I quickly slammed by foot down hard on the girl’s head, with the sound of cracking polymer and metal bending echoing.
“No wonder zhópa knew we were here! They have dukh oruzhiya as well!” said Viveca.
“Fucking Hell. Figures a slimy politician would do this. ‘Only for me, none for thee.’” Viveca nodded in agreement to what I just said. I picked her up once again, and held tight her grip and handguard.

Kicking the door, I entered what I could guess to be a room meant to entertain guests. Two guards were already stationed there waiting. The one on my right was in the middle of raising his SMG, only to be shot before he could pull the trigger, sending him down. On my left side I fired another round at the other guard, but felt a hard punch on the left side of my chest. Making my way to the fallen guard on my right, I saw him reaching for the SMG he dropped, a MP5A2. As he grasped it, I slammed my foot down on his hand and fired another shell point-blank at him. Lifting up my foot, I grabbed the SMG, and threw it towards the other guard, now getting up. He was raised his guard long enough for me to quickly aim at his head, and neutralize him.

By now, the waffengeists had appeared, one looking as though she was the same age as Viveca and the other no older than an elementary child. They tried to make their way to the door leading to the other room, but I fired a three shot volley, striking them each and preventing them from going further. As soon as the last one fell, I heard footsteps coming from the door behind and the terrace ahead. I dropped Viveca, pointed to her towards the door, while I headed towards the entrance to the terrace. At position, I saw Viveca attempt to use the downed waffengeists, now in their gun forms, as a barrier for the double doors and made her way to the corner across from me.

The guards made their entrance from the terrace, to which I swept the legs of the first one while Viveca jumped the second one, grabbing him by the neck and forcing him to his knees, with me following up with a heavy punch to a third that came in. By now the guards on the other side were trying to break down their way through the doors, but the makeshift barricade Viveca made held.

I slammed by foot on the one that tripped, shattering the back of his head. A round of gunshot behind me was heard, and Viveca was getting off of a now fallen guard, and running towards the one I punched, slamming his head repeatedly on the ground with her thumbs in his eye sockets. Grabbing the MP5A2 the guard dropped, I removed the magazine, pulled out the pin connecting the stock, removed it, and took out the bolt carrier, rending it useless. Looking at the guard Viveca tackled, his head sustained a gunshot wound from shotgun. Looking over, there lay a Benelli M4. Before it had a chance to come to, I quickly removed the barrel, and readied it as a makeshift weapon. Viveca looked to have also dissembled the guard’s firearm and threw it from the terrace.

By now the barricade of guns had been breached, and guards started coming in. I threw the barrel at one, grabbed Viveca, and ran towards the terrace. I quickly reloaded her spent magazine. Making my way to the foyer, I ran towards the room I was in, and fired at two of the guards. The third was one nowhere to be seen in the parlor. Moving back to the foyer, I heard shots ring out, and three punches were felt, one in the middle and two left of my chest, where I was hit earlier. I quickly, ducked back, grunting through the sharp pain. Breathing became difficult, as it felt like being shot all over again with evert breath.  I tried gripping Viveca has hard as I could, putting her on my ready, trying to suppress the pain. Hearing the guard trying to move towards me, I kicked the door with all I could. The sound of the hard oak slamming into him echoed through. Moving out of cover, I fired two shots, one for him and the other at his gun.

In the next moment, something slammed me from behind my legs, tripping me. The landing wasn’t very elegant as I slammed on the ground, with the pain in my left side now flaring harder. A baton was now swinging towards my head, to which I raised my left arm to block the blow. I quickly released Viveca from my right hand, and she immediately went human and attacked the one with the baton. I tried getting up, but felt a kick towards my left side. If it was not for the adrenaline and anger already pumping through my veins, I may have already begun to black out. Seeing the figure’s leg raise again, I grabbed the leg still planted and yanked it. With a large grunt, I pulled myself over the person and began to rain furious punches at her face. She desperately tried to block them, but it proved fruitless, as I ended up grabbing her by the wrists and continued to slam my fist until she revered back into some AR-patterned gun. Viveca was now slamming the oaken door on the other girl’s head until she too reverted into an AR-patterned gun as well.

>“Papa, you still good to move?”
“Even if I wasn’t, no turning back.”
>“Let me take look then before we go upstairs.” Unbuckling my plates, Viveca took a quick look at my left.
“So what’s the damage, Viv?”
>Bucking my plates back up, she gave a nod. “No bleeding from what I can see. You may have broken rib. You can still move, da?”
“Hurts like fuck to breath, like getting shot all over again. But, if it’s just a broken rib, I’ll manage.”
Grabbing Viveca, we head up the stairs to the second floor.

Upstairs looked to have a more straightforward setup. There was only one large hallway from the stairs, stretching a good distance on both sides, with doors scattered around. Moving to the door in front of me, I kicked it open, revealing a guard about to open the door and two others behind him. The force of impact caused the guard upfront to drop his gun, in addition to startling the two behind, allowing me to fire the two remaining shells I had in Viveca’s magazine point blank at the guards. Yet, it was clear my reaction time is beginning to suffer, and sustained a gunshot to my right side. While the new stock Viveca wore was much more comfortable, my injury continued to leave me in writhing pain, and that newest hit is only making things worse. The muzzle flash from Viveca has singed the eyes of the guard in front, preventing him from being able to act. I dropped Viveca, and grabbed his baton. Viveca immediately grabbed a weapon from the fall guards, and immediately began to check for further threats ahead while I repeatedly beat him until he became limp.

The waffengeist from the fallen guards started getting up, but Viveca and I had the drop on them, disassembling them before they could pose any further threat. Picking Viveca back up, abet in a more labored manner, I changed her empty magazine to her remaining 8-rounder. Peeking at my sides from the door, three guards from my left side began to approach. Two shots from Viveca were fired at their direction and I ducked back inside, making my way to the adjacent room. A scream was heard as I made my way as fast as I could towards the other door connecting to the hall. As I was about to reach for the door handle, the years of smoking and broken rib came to haunt me; a hacking cough crept up that could not be stopped. The door was kicked open from the other side and one of the guards began to unload. Retreating back the other previous room, I felt three punches on the right side of my back, but no sharp agonizing pain.

Ducking into a small alcove in between the two rooms, I readied Viveca. Trying my hardest, I strained to hear for them coming over, but no sign of their footsteps could be heard. Placing my ear against the wall, the echo of footsteps and creaking wood could be heard as it moved towards and away me. Taking a deep painful breath in, I jumped out of cover to where I was shot at, and fired a shell in anticipation as soon as I came into view. The buckshot connected with the guard’s left arm, shattering bone and tearing flesh.

The sound of footsteps was approaching quickly from behind. Swiftly, I ran up to the wounded guard, yanked him in front of me towards the connecting room, and in no second sooner the other guard trying to get me from behind had open fired. While taking in friendly fire, I kicked the guy in the direction of the other guard, buying me a couple of seconds fire a shot at him. The buckshot ripped through the guard’s head, killing him instantly.

Dropping Viveca, we gathered the two guns, both AR patterned waffengeist. Seeing how it would be dangerous to try and fire them, I dropped their mags, cleared their chambers, handed one of them to Viveca, and gripped the barrel while instructing Viveca to do the same. Checking the hallway for the guard originally shot, he and his gun were trying to staunch the bleeding. Viveca stepped first out of cover, with me behind. With a mighty swing, Viveca smacked the waffegeist with the waffegeist still in her gun form, while I did the same to the guard bleeding out. It was not long before both the gun and the guard were made unrecognizable. Viveca looked to have largely done the same was well, with two broken AR pattern rifles next to her feet.

Grabbing Viveca, I moved my way down the hallway in the opposite direction from where the trio had come from. Quickly checking the rooms along the way to the door at the end of the hallway, no signs of additional life was noted. At the end of the hall, I reached the final door. Quickly checking on the last magazine, only four shells remained, with one already in Viveca’s chamber. Gripping her tight, I kicked the door open. As soon as I entered, a loud bang rang from inside, and the sharp pain from my left side burned like no other once again, causing me to drop to the floor coughing and hacking.

“Oh dear, it looks like I really do need to brush up on my marksmanship again. A good hunter should be able to kill their prey in a single shot.” Said an elderly sounding man. Between my grunts and hacking, sounds of him steeping closer and a gun being racked could be heard. Desperately, I tried crawling to some cover with Viveca still in hand, but none were found. Turning over, my attacker, a man who I would assume to be the congresswoman’s personal butler, had now stopped his approach and began to take aim. “It really is poor form to let a wounded animal suffer like this.”

Time had suddenly slowed down. I slid Viveca towards the butler, and rolled away. A shot rang out, with the bullet barely grazing my arm. I tried to get up as fast as I could, but my lungs felt on fire, and I wanted to puke. Another shot rang out as soon as I was on my feet. Viveca was on her side clutching her stomach and puking next to the butler, who was on the ground. I quickly ran towards him, and jumped on top of him before he could rechamber another round of what I now saw to be a Winchester 94.

I slammed my fists twice into his face before I felt a very sharp swift kick to my broken rib. To my left, where the butler dropped the Winchester 94 stood Congresswoman Brown, looking very frustrated.
“You idiot, I told you to not go easy on the intruders.” as she pulled up the butler.
“Sorry, madam.” and with that, the butler reached in his coat.
Before he could grab whatever it was, I quickly reached over and tripped him. Viveca came from behind and grabbed a pistol from his hands, quickly shot him, and turned her aim towards the congresswoman.

“Go ahead and shoot me you pile of welded pipes and scrap metal, it won’t do you any good.”
>“You! How you could sell us all out!”
“You would never understand, communist piece of-“
Finally getting up, I grabbed the congresswoman, and slammed her head on the table. Reaching over, I grabbed the pistol in Viveca’s hands and shot her behind the head. Before my eyes, she had turned into a cracked Winchester 94. Grabbing the weapon, I dissembled it grabbed the bolt and placed it in my pocket.

Looking over at Viveca, I could see tears beginning to stream down under her mask, and I could only barely manage to lift a smile underneath. Before I knew it, she dived right into me for a hug, forgetting my left rib was still broken. But I tried hard to not let it ruin the moment. Rubbing her head, I pulled her away.
“Hate to ruin the moment, Viv, but we need to hit it out of here before more cops show up.”
>“Da…you’re right.”

We exited the way we came in, and headed back to the van. Back on the road I remembered I still had the mystery cell phone off.
“Viv, can you check to see if we had any messages from our ‘employer’?”
Taking the phone, she turned it on and flipped through the various menus. Before she could check for voicemails, the phone began to ring.
>“Privet…Da…*click*”
 “Is HR mad about our overtime?”
>“Nyet, HR wants to see us at 363 Beach Drive.”

>August 17th, 1:30am, 363 Beach Drive
Pulling up to the site, I saw there was someone waiting for us already. It was a man in a hawk mask with no one else. Getting out of the car, he approached us.
“It is good to see you alive, Boar. I see that overtime hasn’t killed you.”
“Yeah, and was even given a nice gift by a customer.”
“Well let’s head inside, and we’ll talk about your severance package and other ends that need to be tied up. I’m sure you and the little one would like to get some rest very soon.”
Nodding, the three of us made our way inside the building. Going through the foyer and down a hallway, we reached a medium sized office room, with two chairs waiting for Viveca and me.

“Please sit.” Hawk said as he moved towards his own sit. “And you can take off your masks if you would like, you won’t need them any longer.” As instructed, the both of us removed our, including Hawk removing his own. Underneath was a man in his early 50s, with his hair starting to gray. “Now then, Before we talk about getting you out, I would like to know what happened during your over time, along with this ‘gift’ you received.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the bolt of Congresswoman Brown and slide it towards Hawk.
“That right there is the bolt of Congresswoman Brown. Turns out, she was a geist that had been colluding with anti-waffengeist while maintaining a façade. Don’t know her reason or why, you guys can figure that out or destroy her for all I care.”
“Well, looks like you have performed more than expected, Boar. It will be a shame to see you go after accomplishing much more than any of our other agents have.”
“Listen, Hawk. The two of us are tired as hell, and I’m sitting here with a shattered rib. Can we get to discussing the severance package?”
“Yes, sure thing. Before I go get the papers, I would just like to say thank you for your work in saving the hundreds to thousands of waffengeist here, and possibly even more with Brown in our possession. We do regret you won’t stay to see it all finished.”
“No problem.”
“Alright, just stay there, while I grab everything needed.” and with that Hawk got up and left the room.

With him out, Viveca and I turned towards each other. I could see in her eyes she was happy all of the fighting was over. Reaching towards her, I gave her a head rub, to which her face expressed much needed enjoyment and attention. Her eyes slowly moved towards the door, and abruptly widened, ears perked and her joyed expression faded in an instant to one of horror.

Then, the world went black.