ATannie- this is the end chapter 1/9

>After some hours of the same monotonous, soothing noise the diesel engine finally dies down. Last checks, wheels are pointing straight forwards, you’re in first gear and the key is in the ignition.
>You sigh heavily and look over to Annie
>”Last chance to back out of this”
We passed that a long time ago. This has to be done
>”Alright”
>you head to the back of the van and open up the sliding door and let out two rifles
>Lala is visible uncomfortable with the situation, even if she she tries to look determined
>Amanda is however much more energetic than she usually is due to a new lower and a not-at-all illegal auto sear
>you sigh as you dry of Lala’s face with the bottom of your shirt and stare somewhat irritated over at Amanda
>”okay, time to get serious now. You have the magazines?
“Yes we do!”
>they both reveal several loaded magazines
“We cleaned of and loaded all rounds ourselves. Not having fingerprint sure is useful sometimes!”
>Amanda giggles a little as she helps you into the chest rig, now filled with 30 round magazines
>Annie helps you secure it, tightening all the straps properly, and making sure it’s properly secure
>you do the same to her, just a little little bit further up to the height difference
>Just as you are finishing her up, you are lit up by headlights
>you are very on edge, and reach for your trusty pistol, that has spent the entire journey very close to your right hand
>Not until you are sure that the vehicle is a red Tacoma you put your pistol down
>four men hop out and wave towards you and Annie
>Three of them has AR-15s and one has a large belt fed weapon of some description
“You guys are all set?”
>”yeah, as good as. Two minutes”
“yeah, alright”
>Satisfied that the gear looks good, you nod to the nervous looking rifles to tell them it’s go time
>The energetic looking AR quickly looks around, before planting a deep kiss on Lala’s lips causing everyone around slight discomfort
>just after that, Amanda jumps into your arms, and you find that the now select fire AR has a wooden handguard, even if it has exactly the same shape as the plastic one you bought a month ago
>It does get a few funny looks but as long as it works it’s okay
>And forcing them out and making them change clothes would seem a little strange
>This is something that is pretty much unheard of even in a category as strange as waffengeists
>Maybe it does have something to do with feelings like Annie said…?
I’m ready to go
>Annie looks over on you with determination, and puts the WASRs sling around her neck
>You nod at her and turn to the three men
>”We’re all set. Shall we get a move on?”
“Let’s do it”
>Two of them accompany you, and the newly formed quartet starts walking into the woods

>you started walking, having about half an hour in front of you
>there is very little talking going in
>Just some updates on time versus distance, and with these updates, the group keeps the right pace
>28 minutes later, the guy up front raises his hand and you carefully lie flat down to the ground
>The group lies in the treeline, and about 200 meters ahead of you is small facility
>To you, it was simply known as “the box”
>It’s story is rather simple
>Someone in a very high position of power didn’t have much time left in their office
>This person was also very unhappy about the fact that rifles turned into people and there was no real way of seeing a difference, before getting physical
>So this person did everything it could before being thrown out of it’s office
>Eminent domain
>Confiscations
>Straight up theft, usually performed by hired thugs
>Systemized frauds on a national scale, with banners such as “rid a gun- save a life”
>These guns were all taken to several facilities kept away from the eyes of the public
>The weapons are to be fed into a hydraulic press and then buried in the ground, several hundred feet down
>What they didn’t know what that this didn’t break the bolt in all cases
>This mean the rifle would have been broken, but not killed, and been moved away and then get buried away with the carcasses of her sisters
>If it went that far, the only thing that could “save” her was the rust
>But rust can take a hundred years, and if the conditions are (un)favourable, the bolt will remain intact indefinitely

>Annie.... didn’t take these news too well
>You got in contact with some people that had formed a bit of an action group
>In it’s simplest form, this was nothing but a heist
>but to the people involved
>The other men
>To Annie
>To you
>This was something much more than a heist
“Orange, this is Blue. We are in position”
>The man next to you whisper in his radio
“Roger that, Blue. Stand by”
>Some minutes of absolute silence passes
>then the voice on the radio again
“All colors, change of plans. They have a fucking Cougar”
>the man next to you replies
“As in an MRAP?”
“yes. How the fuck do we do now?”
>Annie shifts over to you and whispers:
What does emrap mean?
>”it’s M R A P. Mine resistant, ambush protected. It’s like a big armored off road vehicle.
Armored you say…?
>”Annie, you wanted to keep a low profile for this, right?”
Wait a second, okay?
>You shuffle over to the other man
>”can we deal with that thing?”
“maybe disable it, but that thing will eat .50 all day long”
>”i might just have an idea, but first we have to figure out how many people are inside it”
>another few minutes passes
“Alright, Red and Green have moved up as far as they can, but the Cougar is blocking further advance. There are two people inside, one in the turret and one in the driver's seat”
>you feel a weight on top of you, and then… a tail brushing against your leg
>”heh, You two get into position, i’ll deal with the MRAP”
>Lala stands up and places the massive AT rifle in front of you
>the man raises his eyebrows and mumbles something before patting the other one on his shoulder and start to move down

>You shoulder the rifle
>The loading process is almost automated by now, you know exactly where all the necessary levers and buttons are, and how hard you need to pull or push each one of them
>four rounds of tungsten core 14.5x114mm rounds are waiting in the magazine
>the fifth is in the chamber
>the men are slowly getting into position
>”Annie, i know i might not be the perfect man. I might not be the strongest out there, the prettiest or the best shot. But… I’ve been happy with you. And i want to keep being happy with you. Hell, i’m even sure you are happy with me”
>You sigh heavily
>”But this is some shit we’ve gotten ourselves into. For good or for bad. But, if we are to keep being happy together, this has to work. Three shots have to find their mark. At…
>You slide the little rear sight to 200 meters
>”IF you feel that, you know what this is. If you don’t, i’m setting the range to 200. I’m going to put the first round into the man in with the gun in the turret.
>”i will put the second round into the driver. This will be the hard one. He will hear the sound, and immediately try to get out of there. If i get that far, third goes into the engine block”
>You sigh heavily again
>”As soon as i pull the trigger, all hell will break loose. There will be gunfire, rockets, explosions, and death. I’ve never killed a man before. So… i’ll be scared. I’ll be nervous. Annie, if you can hear me, if you can feel me, if you can do anything to help me…
>”augh, please i need you help right now. I need your help Annie. I need you”
>Something crawls up next to you
“She heard you. It will all be fine, right?”
>You try getting rid of that big lump in your throat
>”yeah, we will. Promise”

>for a few minutes, you lie still just resting your cheek on the wooden stock
>Until you got that one message
“We’re all in position. The show is yours”
>The first shot will be cold. That one is easy
>The second is the hard one
>it’s going to be the hardest shot in your life
>You align the sights
>Wind won’t matter at this distance
>the round will be there within 3/10th of a second
>Elevation is almost none
>”Annie, if this works, i think we should keep being together”
>Less than five seconds later, a 1000 grain projectile leaves the massive, circular muzzle brake at over 3000 feet per second
>200 meters away, the man is standing sideways to the approaching armor piercing round
>It hits him before the soundwave does
>it enters him just over his left elbow, goes straight through his his arm
>then, it enters the body, starting with shattering his 7th rib
>After that, the extreme weight, speed and hardness of the projectile causes a severe hydroacoustic shock in his entire body, resulting in small bits of him being scattered in a large area behind him
>the exit wound is large enough to make a house for a cat
>and within a second after that, a wall of very accurate rifle fire drops everything anyone had in sight
>The recoil kicks you hard in the shoulder, but it seems to align itself with left side window
>Your panic is building up, but something keeps you calm
>Something forces you to keep calm
>soon the inside of the driver’s compartment is painted red as well
>The hardest shot of your life… and you can barely remember a thing

>You try to regain your composure and line up the last shot
>As opposed to what just happened, the rifle is unwieldy
>The sights never really align and it suddenly feel a lot heavier and bulkier than what it did 15 seconds ago
>...is she trying to say something?
>You set it down and reach for your radio
>”Two inside are dead, want me to disable it?”
“Hold your fire”
>The voice from the radio replies instantly
>You pick up the rifle again, and it really feels like you have to wrestle it
>Every time the sights align over the vehicle, something seems to put you out of it
>It’s like it’s struggling against you
“Leave it, it’s still likely to work, we might need it later, get down here”
>You stand up, grab the WASR lying on the ground and then help Annie up as soon as she has changed
>”gunfight going on down there, don’t wanna miss it, right?”
>Annie smiles
Just like ‘41
>You hand over the rifle and then start moving towards the facility
>however, the gunfight is mostly over by the time you have gone down to the facility
>some guards were killed, but most decided it was better to put their weapons down and live
>they were zip tied and blindfolded
>Annie looks around a little when the situation has calmed down

These weapons…

>”What about them?”

>Annie flings the WASR over her shoulder and pick up an AR-15 from the ground
>She holds it, turns it around and feels it

They are soulless

>you don't really know what to say, so you remain silent
>you are soon alerted by the sound of the technical division running into a problem

“These are code locks. I won't be able to get in without a code!”

>A 5 minute technical discussion follows
>the conclusion is that either one of the guards has to help the group inside or explosives has to be used to get into the vault
>Vault is not really the right term, because it was more like a large storage room next to the oversized hydraulic press

We need information from the guards to get in?
>”Looks like we do, yeah”

>Annie looks around a little, looking at the seven zip tied and blindfolded men, at the “box” and then at the MRAP

Tell them I have an idea, and I need some rope. And remove their blindfolds.

>Some men from the group have started screaming at the captured guards for information about who to get in

>you put on some shades and raise a scarf to cover your face a little before removing their blindfolds
>Just before you have finished the last one, Annie comes back with two severely disfigured corpses, one missing a head and one missing much of his right side, guts hanging out
>Likely the two from the MRAP
>She drops them in front of their colleges, before looking at the men on the ground

These two are not useful anymore, I need another two more. And rope.

“Fucking witch!”

>Annie looks at the man who stated an opinion

“You're a fucking witch! Authorities are on their way, you won't get away with this!”

Anon, I'd like the little witch hunter and the person next to him

“Wait, what! I didn't say anything!

Exactly. You do nothing to help my cause, and therefor you have no value. Maybe you want to change that

“I'm not just give the code up to a bunch of criminals”

As I said. You have no value. Please help me with them Anon

>the first man was once again blindfolded and carried away
>he felt ropes around his hands and started resisting only to be met by a very hard punch to his gut
>it knocked the wind out of him and he was incapable of further resistance
>soon he felt the other man tied up next to him, after he was… persuaded to stop resisting
>soon afterwards, the two men find a large engine firing up behind them, and after some movement, it died down
>Annie take their blindfolds off and they now realize they are tied to the front of the MRAP, colleges in front

>“Alright guys, as the miss here suggested, we need to get in. And since you can't help us with your mouths, your squishy bodies will insure that the Cougar won't get damaged when we use it as a battering ram. Now, remember people are single use, so we're going to keep doing this until we get in. If anyone here want to save us time and bloodshed, it's time to speak up”

Actually, i’d like to try the battering ram. Wait here, will you?

>Annie hops into the MRAP and reverses out a few hundred yards
>But instead of flooring it, she gets out and stands of the two men, helplessly ties to the front of the vehicle

Anyones interested in seeing sunrise?
“Fuck off, witch”
Itty bitty witch hunter is not apparently. How about you?
“Don’t tell her a fucking thing”

>Annie delivers a right jab at center of mass
>This accomplished the intended effect, completely knocking the wind out of the “witch hunter”
>She turns to the man tied up next to him

And you, interested in being alive?
“Fuck…”
no?
“I have a family, please”
If you want to see your family again i suggest you start talking. And i wouldn’t worry about itty bitty tough guy to your side.
“My front right pocket, key card, swipe on right side of the door, then type in the code 91730”

>Annie walks forward and digs around in the man’s pocket to dig his key card out

That was not so hard. You will be spared. Go home to your family, and remember you have never seen me. Sounds good?
“I promise”

>The MRAP is driven back to the lined up staff
>Annie gets out and unties the family man and puts him next to the others

Your little witch hunter gave me everything i needed with just a little bit of convincing. IF you get shit for this, i suggest you blame him

>Annie is a little too cool in these situations
>Not really something proffesional, not really liking it
>It’s hard to put your finger on

>Annie calls you over and walks over the to the men trying to find some way to get in without the card
>A quick swipe and a five small beeps from buttons later and the large doors slide open
>You all stand and stare at the large room for some time before one man gets a radio up and starts giving out orders in it

>”There’s so many of them…”
I’m not sure if i am more upset about the ones that were stolen of the ones that were given away. I just want to get them loaded up in the van and get out of here
>”Yeah. 14 minutes from now”
Yeah, just as the planned

>Neither of you say anything else
>There are a lot of action going on around you
>But right now, you and Annie don’t have to do anything
>Just wait for the guy to come here with the old van
>You just stare out in the silent forest
>You zone out a little
>Thinking back at the times-
>Something brushes against your left hand
>Annie is standing next to you
>Seemingly playing a little cool, but she tries to initiate some kind of contact
>You intwine your fingers with hers
>She had a storm building up inside her. She wants to be gentle, and nice to people
>This force and violence… She doesn’t like it at all
>But at times like this, it was necessary
>you stand still, just feeling the comfort of her hand in yours
>but way too soon, your quiet moment together was disturbed by the sound on approaching engines
>It's go time

>It wasn’t long before the transport vehicles rolled in
>Your white Ford van, the red Tacoma, a very sad looking Roadmaster wagon, two F-250s, one obligatory blacked out Suburban and some other vehicles
>civilians vehicles, hiding in plain sight
>the hideous old ford stops in front of you, with one of the guys from earlier jumping out

“Alright people, let’s get these things loaded up!”

>As team lead suggest, you and Annie get working on getting exclusively rifles and long guns from the old storage room inside “the box” out to the van
>Because no one could tell how much weapons that actually were here, the inside of the van has three aisles with home made metal racks running along the length of the van
>the system was crude, and even with the little padding provided, it was not going to be a comfortable ride
>But it was better than no ride at all
>it took some time getting everything loaded up
>How many weapons?
>a hundred?
>two hundred?
>you had lost track long ago
>but as long as Annie stood by the door with 2 new rifles every time you came back after securing the 2 previous ones, there was still space left
>there had to be
>because if someone was to be left here…
>Another 2 rifles. Something bolt-action polymer, one old shotgun
>this goes on and on and on…
>until Annie comes back with just a single rifle

>”that’s all?”
Yes
>”double checked?”
Yes. Can’t see or feel anyone else

>Annie looks over to the Roadmaster
>The boot was stuffed full of several cubic feet of handguns

>”something wrong?”
Well, the seating arrangement worries me a little
>”think something bad is gonna happen to them?”
No, but i fear for the sanity for anyone who is driving that car
>”maybe you are right. Anyway, hold on a second”
>You turn away from Annie, looking over towards to team lead

>”What do we do with the Mrap?”
“what do you mean, just le-”
“actually, let me drive that thing at first, i’ll take the lead, if something comes the other way”

>Another man interrupts and is halfway over to the armored car before team lead was given a chance to respond

“okay, just take it easy with that thing. Don’t want you to crush anyone”

>The man nods like a madman and climbs up into the Mrap and closes the door behind him
>the calm morning air is disturbed by a starter motor turning a big engine, and thick, black smoke pours out of the exhaust pipe
>you return to the van’s driver seat and take your place in the convoy just behind the suburban
>And so the drive starts
>You and Annie both stay quiet for some time
>The silence was stressed, not really awkward
>With the hundred of things going on in your head, you’ve almost forgot about your own rifles

>”Sorry, i’ve forgotten all about you, you can come out if you want to”

>Lala climbs up and nestles up into Annie’s lap

“Can i rest here?”

>Annie doesn’t answer, but rather runs her hand through Lala’s hair

Rest, little one. You have earned it

>Lala falls asleep within minutes
>Somewhat later, you reach the end of the track leading to the box
>Much to the disappointment of the man who planned to become a hero in the MRAP, no police was sighted
>In fact, you didn’t see many cars at all
>The sound of the diesel engine was very soothing
>This with the sound of Lala’s calm breathing and the early hour made it difficult to stay awake after an hour of driving

>”Hey, Annie?”
Yes?
>”you know we’re gonna have a lot of work ahead of us for some time now, right?”
Yes, i suppose we are. But you are not one to give up, are you?
>”I have been. But for now, i have to see this through”
You know i will be w-

>The radio interrupts Annie

“Orange checking in, we still have many hours in front of us, wanna hear who can keep driving and who has to stop. Better call it a day than to stuff the car. We have to break up the convoy in about twenty miles anyway”

>You pick up the little walkie talkie, hovering your finger above the talk button, but it starts speaking to you instead

“Orange, this is Red. We would like to stop and sleep if it works”
“Got it, Red”
“Green, come in”
“Green here, we have Red bull, coffee and Van Halen. We can keep going”

>As other teams decide to fight through the night or to call it a day, you turn over to Annie

>”Think you can drive for an hour or two?”
Of course. I have a name now!

>Annie smirks like mad and spins the silver ring around her finger a little

And a passport, and a driver's license!

>”Heh. I’m still amazed that actually worked”
I must say i was a little shocked as well
“Blue, can you keep driving?”
>”Blue here. Just give us diesel and we can keep this baby running all night long”
>in the end, only 3 cars stayed on the road
>Your van, the Suburban and the old Dodge ram
>At the last gas station before heading off the interstate you stocked up on fuel, cheap drinks and snacks
>you stumble into the gas station, and pay the clerk with cash
>No traces and all that
>You go outside, watching the Ram swallow gallon after gallon of gas
>You say that in your head one time too many, making it sound a little too erotic
>Fucks sake Anon, get your shit together
>And then, the last thing you wanted to see
>A Crown Victoria
>Police, sheriff, whatever
>Someone who wouldn’t be very happy with what you did a few hours ago
>just… play it cool. Look cool. Think cool thoughts. Think Steve McQueen
>Sadly, the Ford you were heading out to wasn’t made in the 60s, it could not do 200 mph, or beat the Italians at Le Mans
>It was a 1987 Econoline. Diesel
>Just let Annie fuel the car, she knows what to do
>You’ve had the discussion on what to do in case this happens
>Play… the mail order bride
>Despite her origins, her russian accent was surprisingly bad, sounding more like someone trying to imitate the villain of a 80s american action movie
>Soon, the officer gives up trying to communicate with Annie and turn to you instead

“Good evening sir”
>”Good eveni-. Wait. Evening? Shouldn’t it be morning now?” you say, trying to sound as tired as humanly possible
“Suppose you are right. You own the van?”
>”Sure do”
“Can i see some license and registration, please”
>”Of course, licence is here… And the registration should be in the glovebox. Should i get it?”

>The officer looks at your license, and then nods, confirming he wants to see your registration
>You walk over to the passenger side of the van, and open up the door

Husband!
>Annie does her utmost to sound to sound as mentally challenged and russian at the same time, while giving you a warm hug
>You ruffle her hair a little, peck her on the cheek and then open the glovebox, retrieving the relevant papers
>the officer inspects them. not really finding anything interesting

“The woman, she is your wife?”
>”Yes, she is”

>He looks up at you with a furrowed brow
>You have to explain things now
>Otherwise questions are going to be raised
>A single thought
>”I’m so sorry, Annie”

>”Please sir, don’t give me that look”
“What look?”
>”Yeah, i know i have to use google translate half of the time to tell her what the fuck she’s gonna do, and she can’t cook for shit, but i tell you, she can suck a golf ball out of a 12 foot garden hose, and she will not stop even if you slap her”

>The man’s expression changes
>You see him peeking over to Annie
>You fucked this up, big time

“Really?”
>”Oh yeah man, it’s insane! Ever heard of Nizhny Novgorod?”
“No, should i?”
>”Sir! You saw her tits! An entire city, half of the women look like she does, and the other half are teenagers!”
“Nishni…?”
>”Yeah man, lemme write it up for you, like… that. And please don’t tell them you know me, okay? I wanna live to see midsummer”
“Of course not, i’ll be sure to check it out. You take it easy now”
>”Yes sir! Pleasure speaking to you”
“Pleasure was all mine”

>The officer walk back to his cruiser and drives of
>Your heart is pumping at the absolute redline
>Your mind is racing
>you shuffle towards the van, sliding into the passenger side door
>Annie sits at the driver’s seat, with a massive grin
>”No fucking way that worked. No fucking way. And uhm, i’m sorry about that, i just-
Quiet now. But that town makes Detroit look nice. It is a truly awful place. Now rest. Tomorrow will be a long day
>”Yeah, i think i’ll get some shuteye. And Annie?”
Yes?
>”You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”
>It did take some while to fall asleep
>two thousand weapons over the span of a few days
>And because they were in the box, it was highly likely that that all had geists
>There was also a concerning amounts of NFA items, AOWs and so on
>That was likely another reason they ended up in that dreadful place

>Some hours later, you are greeted with a big light shining down on your face
>who the hell put the sun there anyway?
>And sun this late in the year meant you had slept away all morning
>it takes you some time to realize someone is banging the door

>”what, who is it?!”
“Can i come in?”

>That was a voice you didn’t recognize
>Annie, who just has woken up, is blushing slightly, and almost tries to choke down a nervous laughter

>”Do you know who that is?”
Well... yes. I should have told you this earlier, but…

“Are you dressed?”
>”What? no, not really?”
“Please cover yourself with a blanket, i will enter now”

>The door opens and a young small girl steps in

Anon, this is Gnevny…

“I am glad to see you. I have been carried by Annie for some time”
>”As… a pistol?”
“Yes. Not very powerful but very reliable”

>”Annie, why have you never mentioned this?”
Well, techni-
“Previous owner was a bad person. Annie saved me. My Spatasel”


>”Annie, when she said “saved” does she actually mean theft?”
He tried to rob me
>”Well, worked so far i suppose. And it’s not like it makes our situation much worse anyway. Now, Genevny, you wanted to say something?”

>The girl flinches somewhat

“Not the first “E”. Just Gnevny. Gnev-ny”
>”Gnevny. Okay. Now, i figure you didn’t come here to introduce yourself?”
“No, i am here only to inform you that there is a lot of people downstairs earlier. I told them they should rest for now. They ignored me first, then made some food, ate most of it and went back into the storage. There is one left though. She does not seem to be very pleased with the situation. Twice as big as i am”

>Annie sighs, and then stands up
>She was never the shy one, and completely reveals her entire figure
>no matter how pleasant you found this, Gnevny turned out to be more the prude type
>She goes completely red, and shuffles towards the opposing wall, staring right into it from just two inches away

“Y-you are being indecent! That is no way to act in front of people!”

>Annie giggles

And you are going to do something about it?
“I cannot”

>Gnevny still seems rather upset, and is still looking directly into the wall
>Annie puts on exactly one piece of cloth, and then walks over to Gnevny
>A few seconds later she shoves a Makarov halfway down her panty lining and giggles

She hates when i do that!
>Annie keeps smiling while she dresses herself for the day
>Tight jeans. For some reason Annie was very fond of tight jeans
>She watches herself in the mirror, spins around, moves her legs, poses a little
>Surprising anyone made tight jeans for women in that size
>Just seeing her enjoying this, just looking herself in the mirror and looking happy…
>It warms the heart
>Annie finished up dressing herself, with a last spin, whirling 47 inches barrel length worth of charcoal black hair around
>And then that big smile again

I think you will have to get dressed too, Anon. It seems we have dissidents to take care about

>”Sure, give me a minute”

>Your dressing up process is a lot faster than hers and is not much longer than pulling on a pair of pants and a T-shirt
>In the kitchen a large woman was sitting, probably from another large weapon

“You’re the ones that are going to tell me what the fuck is going on?”
The big ass has a big mouth. Start by addressing me as Miss Simonov and we can get somewhere
“The fuck did you call me?”
Big ass or big mouth?

>The other woman stands up with a speed that makes the chair she was sitting on fly away

“You're fucking asking for it”

>Annie’s eyes narrow and her voice fills with venom

You move with the intent to hurt. I will not take one step backwards. Stay where you are or face the consequences

>The woman's fists clenches as she moves towards Annie
>This turned out to be a very unwise decision
>The woman was somewhat heavy but this was not due to sheer strength like in Annie’s case, she was a tad chubby
>This inevitably led to her being hit and forced to the ground
>Annie had a knee firmly planted in her back and pressed harder down as the woman tried to move
>She squealed as her arms were twisted in a very uncomfortable way around her back
Now will you listen to me?
“Let me go you fucAAAAHHHHHH”
it's your arm. I can do this all day
“J-just let me go”

>the woman's voice starts to fill with… pain? Or maybe desperation?

What is my name?
“...”
Maybe you need a reminder
“NONONONO! please don't do that again”
I'll try again. What is my name?
“M-miss...WHAAAAA”

>Annie bends the woman's arm even more

“SIMONOV! S-simonov... Your name is miss Simonov”
There we are. That wasn't so difficult. Now, if you ever try something on me or Anon again I will go medieval on you

>”If I were you, I'd trust her” you say, agreeing with Annie
>”She is frighteningly good with a riding crop”

>She freezes and goes somewhat pale

“S-sorry”
Shush. Get up from the ground, you look disgraceful. And make us some coffee.
“O-okay”
Excuse me?
“of course miss Simonov!”
You know what, that didn't feel as good as I thought. Instead… call me… Headmistress
“H-headm-”
Do not stutter while I am present. It's disgraceful
“Yes Headmistress”
Now, go make us some food. I'm hungry
“Yes Headmistress”

>A few minutes later you chat idly with Annie at the table
>It was a truly massive thing, likely made out of oak and very old
>it was placed next to a massive, almost panorama like window
>the view was truly a sight to behold
>several miles of open fields, then hundreds of miles of woods, and somewhere far away, at the horizon, the snow covered peak of a mountain is visible
Anon, what is a ring crop anyway?
>”I said it mostly to mess with her really”
Yeah, I get that, but what is it? I never heard the word before
>”Well, you, uhm… hit horses with it so the run faster I guess?
Hit horses? But why did you said I was good with it? Do you hit people with it?
>”Augh… Well I suppose you can. But it's more done to show… authority?
Authoritative riding crop?
>”Please don't say it like that…”
Huh. You went all red
>”...”
What?
>”What are you doing?”
Googling! You said I should do that whenever I didn't know something!
>”Ohnonono, please don't do that”

>But it was too late
>Annie’s eyes widen in surprise
>Or shock?
>And then the warmest deep red blush you had ever seen her do, as her eyes narrow again
>She opens her mouth just a little and puts her left hand to her cheek

Oh Anon, I had no idea...
>”Annie for the love of God don't get any ideas”
You know, for you, I'd be up fo-
“Annie. Please stop”
What! I've not done anything!
>"No, but I can see exactly what you are thinking. We are NOT getting a riding crop"
But Anon...
>"Come on, you're like 6'4 you can't do puppy dog eyes"
Please...?
>"Cut it out"
Please...
>"Oh for the the love of God, alright alright. But I want to be very clear that thing isn't going anywhere near me, understood?"

>Annie doesn't answer, but rather skips over to you and gives you a big hug
Thankyouthankyouthankyou, I love you Anon...
>"Just promise that will not go anywhere close to me"
I swear on my family's name
>"haven't you tried to get my family name for how many months now?"
Speaking of, when am I gett-

>Your conversation was interrupted by the woman standing in the door with a tray of assorted food and drink on it

"Headmistress, your food is ready"
Good, lay it out in front of us
“Yes”
Yes what?
“Yes H-headmistress”
Good. But don't stutter

>She unloads the tray and put its content on plates on front of you
>Egg, bacon, some bread, coffee, juice
>Not too bad all in all
>Just as everything is properly set out in front of you, the woman turn around and heads for the kitchen

Oh? No you're not going anywhere. Come sit down here, next to me.

>The woman stops
>Her voice temples but she manages not to stutter

“Yes Headmistress”
Now, sit down between us. On your knees. Ass on your heels
“Yes Headmistress”

>Annie runs her fingers through the kneeling woman's hair

Good girl… I've always wanted a pet in .308 you know? You are .308, right?

>She closes her eyes and lowers her head slightly

“Yes Headmistress”
Judging by your build, belt fed?

>She nods

A belt fed weapon with a geist, I can see why they wanted you in the box. I'm guessing you're not semi auto only either?
“No, Headmistress. Full auto. And may I ask what the box is?”

>Annie sighs

Anon, please?


>”Right. So the short version of this is some people aren't very happy about guns having people in them. So any chance they get to take it from us, they take. Buy backs, theft, Confiscations, all that stuff. These weapons are taken to a facility, called the box where they are…”

Yes, bad things would happen. So a team of good people decided to make sure they don't suffer death by hydraulic press. So we technically stole everything and brought it here
“But Headmistress, if you found me there…?”
What do you remember from your last owner, just before you got here?
“There was money, Headmistress. I think I was sold.
That is unfortunate. Our estimates say at least 80% of these weapons were taken again their owners will. Plan is we are going to return these, if they want to.
“What about the others, Headmistress?”
>”We're not sure yet. Do you have a name by the way?”
Last owner gave me one, but I'm not using that again

You're my doll now, so I'll call yo-
>”Engine”
What, that's not a name
>”Shush Annie. I hear an engine”

>suddenly, the DEFCON level is dropped several steps
>Annie pulls the little Makarov out and makes ready, and you follow suit, weapon drawn

Expecting anyone?
>”One guy, yeah. But listen, that doesn't sound like an ancient 4 Runner. And he would give us a heads up before he gets here”
You can tell that from how it sounds?
>”Duuh. This is a V8”

>And just like you have predicted, a V8
>One of the late 00s Chargers, complete with bull bars and a flashy lights on top
>And “Sheriff” written with big letters down the side
>This is bad
>This is really bad
>And older man exits, with a shotgun in his hand
>But, very surprisingly, he neatly unloads it and sets it down by the front tire
>He straightens out his uniform and with a dignified walk head towards the door
>Knock knock knock

>”Annie, take her with you and go upstairs, now”

>She nods, somewhat concerned
>you tuck your pistol in the back of your pants and head towards the door
>Now, let’s put all those lying skills to use
>The door opens

>”Good morning, sheriff”