Hotline Waffegeist, Part 3

June 13th, L.A., California, the apartment
>You and Viveca were washing the dishes after some dinner
>You have the AM radio turned on, as you figured listening to local politics and news was more enjoyable than the music being played on the FM stations.
>For a while now, the news has noted a slew of killings of occurred, with the police trying to downplay it as gang warfare.
>The phone in the living room begins to ring.
>”Hey, this is George from the Taxi company. We have some boys on 546 Palm Street that need to be driven to 984 Star Boulevard at 11:30 tonight. And be sure to stick around the area in case they bring some dates back and need to be driven home. Be sure to bring your cell just in case.”
>Viveca walks into the living room, putting on her breach and giving a very toothy smile and her eyes beaming red.
>Another job?

Inside the van
>”Cyka blyat, I cannot believe we have to be taxi drivers!” Viveca complained, hitting the car just about the glove compartment.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not exactly ecstatic about this as well.”
>Clearly a big hit was being planned.
>With you doing carpool, either this was too large of a hit for you, you just happened to be the closest person around with a large enough vehicle, or they needed someone that can clean up any messes.
>The former two you didn’t mind, but the latter only suggests you’re way too deep now.
>You do begin to wonder if your own and Viveca’s life could ever go back to “normal.”
>Would she be okay with shooting only at inanimate targets, clay pigeons, deer, and doves?
>Would you be able to as well?

11:10pm, 546 Palm Street
>You pull up to location.
>There on the street were 5 people, a large man in a deer mask with a tiny fidgety child wearing a similar mask, two persons of similar average height wearing all black and a weasel mask each, and one youth in a bulldog mask.
>Viveca got out of her seat and opened the van, waving the group in, and going back to her seat.
>The 5 got inside the van, and attempted in van to try and get comfortable.
>From the back the youth spoke up.
>”So as I wuz axing, is that there a famas?”
>”For ze last time, yes, zis is my famas.” one of the weasels answered in an almost stereotypical French male accent.
>”Aw shit dawg, that is sweet! And you, cracka, who dat girl?”
>“Any more talking from you, and I’ll assume yer some kind of ATF agent.”
>”A’right, a’right, be coo ma-“
“All of you pipe down. You all got a party to go to. I suggest you all get ready.”
>Rest of the trip was largely quiet, save for the sounds of 2 men preparing their gun, and groan from the youth occasionally.

11:31pm, 984 Star Boulevard
>You arrive at the destination.
>The building that occupied that space looked like a giant concrete block with some sparse windows here and there.
>You unloaded the group, and all five went in.
>At this time you left, as instructed, took off your mask and just drove around looking for some place to hang around.
>You found a drive-in restaurant, and decided that you and Viveca could wait around here for a little, have a smoke, and maybe a soda.
>Parking at the place, you order yourself some fries for you to share, and Viveca a Pepsi at her insistence.
>During the wait the both of you got out of the van, and had a smoke.
>5 minutes later came your fries and soda, but the two of your kept having a smoke just outside the van, despite the daggers coming out of the server’s eyes.

>“Think we’re just going to have a more calm night tonight, papa?” said Viveca, while having some of her Pepsi.
“Hope so. Would be a nice change of pace to not have to risk our necks for once.” you said, grabbing some fries.
>”I hope we do see something. I want to give more payback to bastards that keep harming my fellow duh puška.”
“Well, I got the feeling if things go sour, we’re clean-up. If that happens, then you have some more of your payback.”
>”Good. I will be like wild boar, and tear them apart!”
“Slow down there, little miss piggy, don’t get too excited.” you said as you rubbed her head.
>”You know I hate it when you call me that, papa.”
”Вы знаете, что вы любите его.”
>”Blyat, and know you are learning how to speak my language from glorious Mother Russia.”
>You grab her Pepsi and have yourself a little sip of it.
>Viveca quickly grabs it from you once you finish, and scowls at you.
“Bleh, how do you like that soda?”
>”First you take soda, and now you insult glorious Pepsi? You too cruel!”
“I dunno, just doesn’t taste all that great.”
>”It is soda deemed great enough to grace us Soviets.” she said, giving an air of pride.
“You’re not even Soviet.”
>”Bah, it is pride in past that matter!”

11:55pm
>You hear the mysterious cellphone go off inside your car.
>” Hey, this is George from the Taxi company. It looks like guys got too drunk. Could you go back, retrieve them, and take them to 141 Ridgemont?”
“Back in the van, Viveca, looks like you may get some payback.”
>The both of you scrambled back into the van and drove off to 984 Star Boulevard.
>Arriving at the location, you noted its silence.
>The both of you donned your masks, and you your gloves and plate carrier.
>Viveca’s eyes began to shine red, and grabbed her breach, causing her teeth to become sharp.
>You grab Viveca, and head inside the building.

>Inside, the first floor was completely empty.
>Not even a dead body around of some guard acting as a receptionist.
>The overwhelming silence of the area was telling.
>You made your way to the stairs, heading towards the second floor.
>There you looked through the window of the door you see it is largely an office area.
>Along the walls, you noticed some blood splatter and some agents walking around
>The previous realization broke through your mental barrier.
>This was a trap.
>You saw one of the agents carrying away an elementary-school looking girl being carried away, kicking and squirming, being lead by another agent walking in front.
>The agent in front then quickly turned around and punched the girl, knocking her out.

>You opened the door, and in no time, you opened fired.
>You shot the agent in the chest, knocking him down on the ground.
>You fired at the other one’s head, and like with the clays you practiced with, the agent’s head erupted in a show of pink and red and dropped the girl.
>You heard some agents yell in a room connected to the office, and readied yourself
>”The fuck is goin-“
>”Get back, and call for backup! We missed one!”
>Shit
>Looking around, you enter one of the connecting officers, weapon ready.
>Room was empty, and you begin to listen outside for any signs of activity.
>”Where’s the hostile?”
>”He moved into that room over there.”
>You begin to hear soft footsteps approach
>Then they stopped.

>You kicked the door open, hitting one of them, and shot the surprised one, raining gore from where its head used to be.
>You tossed Viveca over to where the downed agent was, with her turning into her human from as you moved towards the one you hit the door with.
>You grabbed one of their batons and began to beat the agent’s face viciously.
>Teeth and gore began to fly in your direction.
>*BANG*BANG*BANG*
>You run towards Viveca, who is now standing over the cop you shot before, with a gun in her hand and brain matter behind the cop.
>No sense in questioning how she is using a gun, you grab one of the other agent’s fallen pistol and move towards the door with her on the other side.
>You open door and do a quick sweep.
>No one was around, save for a heavy breathing large man blood stains on his shirt and face. A deer mask lay next to him, looking a little ripped up.

>”Is Esther okay?” said the man as he heaved
“Out cold. What’s the situation here?”
>”Dunno, Boar. Dey knew we were ‘ere. After I got in ‘ere, I was shot ‘nd knocked cold. Dey den started ta beat me sumfin’ good.”
“Gotta find the rest of the guys, any idea how many more there is?”
>”Some of dem said dey ‘ad some a rough time abo-look I’m gonna die ‘ere. Bring Esther ta me.”
>“We’re not dragging your ‘suka ass to the van. Plug holes and move.” said Viveca, looking impatient.
“Get the uzi, Viv.”
>She turned around, looking annoyed, despite wearing the mask.
“One more thing, what was your job?”
>”We were ‘ere ta –cough– find records of any geist registry or sumfin’.”
>You walked out of the room, and began searching through the office.
>Viveca was now bringing the now conscious uzi to Buck.”
>You begin to look around for anything that would indicate any thing.
“Look for any registry or something that would indicate their movements.”
>”No, we have more to kill, then whatever they wanted.”
>She was right. You nod, and head back to the stairwell.

2nd floor
>Looking through the door window, there was a lot more evidence of a fight.
>You and Viveca took place, ready to storm the next room, when footsteps from above were heard.
>The both of you turned your head up, and see lines of ATF coming down.
>The two of you drop your pistols, and you grab Viveca.
>As soon as the first agent appeared, you fired a round where his head now used to be.
>You begin to move upwards, shooting more agents along the way, putting pressure on them.
>Some tried to back up due to the surprise attack, causing further panic
>You grab one of the still alive agents around the neck and continue pressing forward.
>Taking the agent as a meat shield proved effective, as it caused the remaining agents to think again, while you continued to fire away.
>With each new agent in single file, those who did not erupt in a shower of gore met your boot.
>And for some reason, Viveca seemed to have been getting louder.

3rd floor
>Changing magazines on Viveca, you kick the door.
>Inside looked like a server room.
>Room was empty, despite the blood on the walls and various dead agents around.
>Looking over, you see Bulldog, slumped.
>You move to his position and he begins coughing while lifting up his left hand.
>”Ayt, man, take dis sheet, I’m done.”
>You take what he was offering and he expired.
>It was a HDD, likely containing why they were sent here in the first place.
>But the 3rd floor clear, Weasel was still unaccounted for and likely on the 2nd floor.
>You move back to the stairway.

2nd floor
>You begin to hear sounds of fighting going on, things have gotten worse now.
>Moving around the room, there were various bodies of agents around cleanly executed and shot.
>Further down the area, you still see more of the same, with the sound of yelling getting louder.
>Towards the end of another hall, you see 7 agents were trying to barge inside a room.
>You fire three shots into the backs the agents in front of you, knocking them down.
>You then throw Viveca in the direction of the one trying to break open the door, with her turning human to attack.
>Grabbing one of the stun guns, you fire a shot into one of the agent’s face.
>The jolt sent the agent down, giving you enough time to attack the other one standing in front of you.
>You punched in his jaw, feeling it dislocate and shatter.
>To the three starting to get up, you grab a loose pistol and fire as you continue to hold the trigger of the stun gun.
>Gaping craters exploding from their heads.
>Turning to the agent turning to the agent still being electrocuted, burn marks beginning to spread where the shot landed.
>You grab the man by his face and repeatedly bang it against the wall, blood splattering behind him.
>Looking over, Viveca had just finished swinging downward onto an agents head, splattering his head as though it were a fresh watermelon.

“Weasel, it’s Boar, open up.”
>”No, we can’t. Monsieur is hurt and the door blocked.”
>You turn to Viveca, grabbing her, and now rests as your vepr.
>You remove her current magazine and load up a set of masterkeys.
>Thanks to her new breach attachment, you blow open the hinges, and removed the door.
>Behind the door was various chairs, a table, and other miscellaneous items blocking the way in.
>You remove it all, and went inside.
>The room looked to be surveillance.
>On the ground was Weasel holding his gut, and a make-shift bandaged leg and arm.
>A highschool looking girl was in tears trying to comfort him in French.
>You set Viveca down, and reverted back to human.
“Destroy any evidence we were here, Viv, I’m gonna see if I can get something for Weasel’s bleed.
>Taking off your plates, you remove your shirt and rip it along the side.
>You have him remove his hand from the site, lift up his shirt and wrapped your now tattered shirt around him tightly.
“Hey, famas, try to pick him up. We have to go.”
>Looking upwards, you see Viveca delete all recordings of today.
“Viveca, see if you can get Bulldog out of here. I’m gonna check up on Buck.”
>Viveca gives a nod, and you help famas up with Weasel.

141 Ridgemont
>You arrived at the destination, in record time.
>The two men were in bad shape, with Weasel looking the worst of it.
>Bulldog you mostly threw into a trashbag in the back, in case his dead self began shitting and bleeding everywhere.
>Once you arrived, two men in snake and Gorilla mask approached.
>You open the van, and began to move Buck and Weasel into the building, along with the deceased Bulldog.
>Viveca was standing from the side of the car watching and fidgeting as the three men and their guns follow them.
> After taking care of them, the one with the snake mask approaches
“Mess was cleaned up, and everything wiped up.” you hand off the HDD.
>”You did well, Boar.” Said the man in the snake mask, and left.
>After he left, Viveca quickly ran over to you and gave you a very tight hug, with tiny crying sounds.
>You wrap one arm around her.
>With everything concluded, you and Viveca road back to the apartment to retire for the evening.