Hotline Waffegeist, Part 8

Hotline Waffegeist 8

>August 9th, Los Angeles, on the road
“And this is why we don’t trust gang members telling us anything.” said Boar to Viveca, after loading the last crates of stolen Russian guns into the van. Moments earlier, Boar fired a shot into the crip’s other arm during the interrogation. He continued to plea to Boar, saying he told him that was all he knew. Not buying it, Boar called on Viveca to review the camera footage the crip had recorded. What was revealed was that a bunch of them dragged out two blond fox girls, both of differing height, looking ready to make a move on them. Their advances were halted from someone yelling at them, likely the head as he was the most well dressed, that they were not to be touched. Not happy about this order, everyone began to complain, stating the girls were going to get railed anyway at a place called ‘Saturday Night Special’ and they wanted first dibs.

“Tell us where ‘Saturday Night Special’ is, and I may let you live.” Boar calmly, but firmly, instructed the crip. He gave the address, and was confirmed by Viveca with a phone she found from one of the other dead crips. “Alright, I won’t kill you.“ Boar said as he was slowly getting up. Turning around he walked towards Viveca and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Viveca, make it quick.”

Back at the van, with everything loaded in, Boar and Viveca slammed the back door.
“That everyone?”
”Da, papa.”
Both quickly ran to the front of the car, with Boar quickly turning on the ignition, as Viveca jumped in, and floored it. Flying through the streets, Boar pushed his van forward as fast as he could, weaving between cars and speeding through red lights.
“That one AK not gonna be a problem, Viv?”
”Da. She is locked in container with rest.”
Nodding, Boar continued to barreling down the road. The only solace he took from being pulled over was that the police rarely patrol the area.

Once at the site, three Crips were standing in front smoking. Gripping the wheel tight, Boar slammed on the breaks, while plowing through the Crips standing outside. With two full 8-round magazines of 00-buckshot on himself, and two 9mm Hi-Point pistols with 8 rounds, divided between the two, Boar opened the side door and the two of them jumped out of the van. Kicking the door open to ‘Saturday Night Special’, the two passed the threshold with their pistols at the ready.

Inside they were immediately assailed with loud music and dancing girls under dimmed colored lights. Immediately they were greeted by a large bouncer reaching for an underage girl to his side. Reacting faster, Boar fired a shot near point-blank at his head, causing gore to erupt from behind. Viveca, in concert with Boar’s speed, wrapped her left arm around the girl’s neck, and lifted her up in front of her.

Some of the patrons, hearing the gunfire, began to stand up and reach towards their sides. The two moved with their eyes trained forward, firing at those making an aggressive action as they head towards cover behind the bar at their right. Viveca fired a few shots towards the direction of the nearest strip table, suppressing the crips at their position, while Boar fired 5 rounds into a group at the bar before getting behind the counter. Viveca fired a shot into the kid’s head, causing the girl to transform into a pistol with a shattered barrel and slide in Viveca’s arms. Dropping the broken gun, Viveca followed Boar and slide behind as well.

Behind the counter was a bar tender in a bunny-girl outfit cowering from the hail of bullets now flying at their direction. Viveca nudged Boar at his shoulder, and drew his attention to a 30-round magazine of 7.62x39 and the girl. Boar quickly handed his pistol to Viveca, grabbed the magazine and the girl, who then transformed into an AMD-65, inserted the magazine and pulled her charging handle.

Viveca fired the remaining two shots into the crowd behind cover, and then used her own pistol to continue. Boar got up behind cover as soon as the incoming bullets died down. Quickly surveying what laid in front, Boar fired a volley of shots at two nearby crips trying to flank their side, dropping them fast. He gave the signal to Viveca to move to a next place of cover, to which she quickly moved out towards the right. In front, some of the crips got on the pole dancing tables, grabbing the dancers. Boar tried to drop them as fast as he could, but a few managed to grab some of the dancers and have in their hand various rifles and shotguns. Fortune smiled on Boar at that moment, as the girls were not loaded, allowing Boar to concentrate at those who had their own weaponry.

Viveca grabbed a tall bottle of spirits, and moved quickly out of cover going right while Boar was firing away with the AMD-65. Moving quickly towards Boar’s position, a crip drew his pistol behind a table and was now aiming it towards him. Viveca threw the bottle at his head, jerking his aim away. Staggering, the crip was tripped onto the ground, and in a flash Viveca grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled the trigger of his pistol underneath his jaw. Gore erupted from his cranium, and he went limp.

Boar fired 10 shots before he had to retreat back to cover. While bogged by suppressive fire, he crept towards the other end of the bar table and got a look at Viveca’s position. She had on her another pistol and behind cover.  Seeing Boar, she pointed towards the entrance to the place, signaling activity at the other side.

Moving quickly over to the left side, Boar could hear Viveca fire some rounds towards the main firing group. Peaking from cover, he saw a couple of figures sneaking their way towards the door. Boar open fired at the two, dropping them with two shots each. As soon as their bodies splayed on the floor, small feminine figures appear, and began to dash off behind cover.

“PAPA!” yelled out Viveca. Moving towards her location, a crip was flashing a devious smile. In his hands he held a vepr-12, with it pointed at Boar. But as quickly as he flashed his smile, it suddenly became a look of horror. Boar fired away three rounds towards his lower half and leg, causing him to fall to the ground and release the vepr-12. Springing from his grip, Viveca got on top of him, plunged her thumbs into his eye sockets and began slamming his head on the ground.

Shots still rained on Boar, despite Viveca’s attempts to provide suppressive fire after her brawl. Scanning the bar shelf, Boar found a bottle of half filled Bacardi 151. Ripping a piece of cloth nearby, Boar quickly soaked the rag with the spirit, stuck it in the bottle, and lit his zippo. Peaking from above briefly, there was a group of crips hiding behind the runway in front and his right. Quickly igniting the rag, he tossed the bottle at them. The sound of glass shattering and blood curdling screams prompted Boar and Viveca to move out of cover and concentrate their fire.  Out of the four that were hiding behind the runway, two had caught fire, leaving the other two to attempt to put them out or regain control of the situation.

Boar headed towards Viveca, as the both took out the remaining group of crips. At Viveca’s side, Boar patted her shoulder, indicating her to drop the gun. Placing the AMD-65 on the ground, Boar grabbed Viveca, prompting her to shift into her shotgun form.

With his familiar weapon in his hands, Boar began to clean up what remained of the strip club’s occupants. Standing out of cover, three crips moved out of cover, weapons drawn. However, with frightening speed, Boar fired faster than they could react. Only a single bullet managed to make its way towards Boar, but only managed to strike one of his magazines on his plate carrier. Unable to put out those on fire, the two hiding behind the runway tried to fight back. Yet, as soon as their heads appeared from cover, 00-buckshot had torn through them before they could do anything.

Shadows of girls wisped past towards a door close to the stage. Mentally cursing to himself that there was likely a backdoor, Boar began perused them. Moving towards the door, Boar fired two shells, one each for the two crips still on fire, blowing away at their cranium, giving them a quick release.

Kicking open the door, Boar was greeted with an empty hallway containing only closed doors. Boar kicked open the first door at his left, slamming it on the person behind. On the floor was a crip with his pants down on his ankles and a visible bulge. In his hand he held a TEC-9, now morphing into a beat-up looking preadolescent girl with a fearful look on her face. To the man on the floor, Boar pointed Viveca right at his head. Gore painted the floor private couch, and the TEC-9. Wasting no time, Boar back out, and moved on, changing Viveca’s now empty magazine with the last remaining 8-rounds.

The right door across looked too inconspicuous. It was a heavy steel door with an integrated lock. Taking note of it for later, Boar continued down through the hallway, kicking open more doors, clearing the area. With each door, he was only greeted with empty private rooms. Turning around the corner, the two came to find that the back exit looked to have been chain locked, and one more door on their left.

Kicking it open, Boar found himself in a room filled with make-up stations around the side of a wall, and gun lockers along the other. Cowering in the corner between the two stations were the dancers, each of varying ages and size. One of them stood in front of the girls, a girl with blond hair and see-through bikini-type panties and bra, holding out an AK pistol, with it aimed directly at Boar. He held his right hand up, and set Viveca down with his left. Viveca quickly materialized back into his human form. However, instead of joining Boar to appear non-threatening and deescalate the situation, she aggressively moved towards the blond, grabbed her by the neck and threw her down on the ground, and grasped the AK pistol.

“Недавно сюда пришли две девушки. Скажи нам, где они сейчас, сука заеба.” Viveca said in a harsh tone to the pistol as she shook it with her left hand while holding blond in her right. Despite wearing her own mask, a clear look disdain was hiding underneath. Dropping the gun, it materialized into an early pubescent girl with cat ears and tail, wearing a risqué thong and bra.
“Хозяин взял их вниз, за металлической дверью.” the catgirl responded, quivering.
“Расскажите нам, как войти, или мы собираемся оставить вас здесь, чтобы сгнить. Мы должны спасти этих двоих сейчас.” Viveca answered back.

The cat girl got up, now looking a little bewildered. “Только босс может войти, и он сейчас там.”

Viveca got up as well, releasing her grip on the blond. “Blyat…”
“Take it the mystery door can’t be accessed?” said Boar.
“Owner is only one with keys to get in, and is there now.”
Taking a couple of seconds to think, Boar walked out of the room, waving to Viveca to follow. Viveca saw him examining the steel door and probing for any weaknesses in it. “Alright, get the girls into the van, and bring the red box of equipment I have in the back. Gonna stay here and keep watch incase if anyone tries to get out, but I have an idea on how to get in.”

Minutes later, Viveca returned with the red box. Boar was still there are the door, standing guard in case of activity.
“Here you are, Papa.”
“Thanks, Viv.” replied Boar, patting her on the shoulder. “Gonna need you to find an aluminum can. See if one of them has any snus or chewing tobacco.” said Boar as he began to rifle through the box.

Returning with a half used can, Boar took it and dumped out the tobacco and bent the metal inward and punched a small hole in the bottom along the rim. He then grabbed 8 inches of detcord , blasting cap Detabooster, and some electrical tape. Using them, he constructed a make-shift explosive and placed it on the padlock of the steel door. Using a shock tube, he and Viveca moved back to the bar, and hid for cover. Once behind cover, Boar hit the ignition of the shock tube, and loud blast echoed. Boar now had to work quickly before the police could arrive.

The padlock was ripped to shreds and the bolt was sliced, allowing Boar to kick the door open with ease. Through the door was a set of stairs descending downward into a little nondescript office with some papers, a computer filled with surveillance, and what may have been a bag of drugs. Boar, opened up the computer and removed the hard drive. To the side of the office was another door with just a padlock that was unlocked and the lock open. Boar swung open the door to see three male individuals, the crip from the video, a large fat man in a suit, and a suit kneeling on the floor.

“I KNEW IT! THIS WAS A FUCKIN’ SET UP!” and in a spit second, the crip kicked the suit, and he his large associate began to fire at Boar. Boar quickly backed off behind cover, evading the shots fired at him. With his back on the wall, he suddenly felt his left arm writhe in pain, the sensation of being kicked in the chest and gut. Looking at himself, he had been struck a couple times in the chest and took a bullet to the left bicep.

Picking Viveca up with his right arm and readying it, he moved out of cover, screaming and firing Viveca as fast as his body could handle. The man from the video was hit twice, one in the lower extremities and the second on his left shoulder. Boar took another two hits to the chest. With adrenaline and endorphins pumping throughout his body, Boar suppressed as much pain as his body would allow. He swung Viveca towards the direction of the fat man and unloaded what remained in Viveca’s magazine into him, with a few shots completely missing their mark.

After the carnage was complete, Boar placed Viveca, down on the ground, to which she immediately became human and began to inspect Boar for injuries. A bullet was buried in his left bicep, but otherwise, the injury not looking serious or limb threatening. Boar got up and moved towards the suit, who was also getting up. Before the man could utter a word, Boar swung a punch at his gut, grabbed him from the back of the head, and kneed him in the face, sending the suit flying to the ground.
“Where the fuck are the two girls that were brought here, and don’t think about playing with me.” yelled Boar.
“AH! FUCK! MY NOSE!”
“At the count of three-“
“Back over there in the locked case! Hope you guys didn’t shoot it up coming in here guns blazing! Fuck!” yelled the suit as he kept reeling from the blow, his face now bloodied.
Viveca came over with a piece of torn cloth and tied it around Boar’s arm, staunching the wound. Once done, Viveca took a look at the man, and began to go through his pockets.
“Get your gun out of there!”
Viveca then produced his wallet, opening it up, taking a look. The air became still and she showed Boar its contents. Boar grabbed the wallet, looking at disbelief and a seething anger.
“Viv, get those cases open and get Natasha and Katya out of here. It looks like I need to have a little chat with the gentleman here.”

The drive back to the drop off took longer than expected. The weight of all the guns, in addition to the ones saved at the strip club and three VIPs, made the van that much heavier and unwieldy. But arrive they did without a hitch. Waiting for the duo were a pair wearing horse masks and a taller, more built man in a suit and bear mask, giving off the feeling of apprehensiveness.
“We got the girls and the VIPs for the party, along with some extra girls and an unannounced VIP.” said Boar. The man in the bear mask began to nervously rub his hands. “One of the girls had it too rough, but the VIPs are safe.”
“Show me. I wish to see Natasha and Katya” Said the man.
Cradled in Viveca’s arms were a SVD and VSS, both in their gun forms. The man briskly walked over, getting ready to also take off his mask at the same time.
“Whoa there, buddy, you were told to wear that for a reason, ya hear.” Keeping it on, he grabbed the guns from Viveca, giving them a hug. The guns then also transformed into their human forms, to embrace the man as well. Walking over to Boar was the man in the man in the horse mask, with a smaller female next to him.

“Touching, isn’t it? Well, as you may or may not know, those two are to be the featured pieces in one of those big gun shows. Hey, that wound looks bad, ya holdin’ up?”
“I’m beat, Horse, let’s get this over with.”
“Right, Boar. I can’t help but hear you also brought some extras too, right? Can’t help yourself to bring some abandoned kittens as well.”
“Didn’t want witnesses around.” replied Boar, in a half-hearted lie.
“Right, sure. But about this third VIP.”
Boar them waved Horse over to the van, pointing to the tied up and gagged suit, then handing Horse the suit’s wallet. Closing the door of the van, the two walked a couple of feet away.
“Welp, Boar, we’ll see what we can do about this piece of shit here. Too bad he isn’t ATF, but I’d imagine he’d be dead right about now if he was.”
“You gonna take him off my hands? I’d rather not take him to the side of the road and just shoot him there, given I figured he’d be more use to us for the time being.”
“Sure thin- and look at that. Got a call. Throw him out of the van, get some sleep, guy.”