Hotline Waffegeist, Part 2

May 1st, L.A., California, Apartment
>You and Viveca sit in the kitchen reading and shooting the shit as you would do a normal day.
>A bottle of vodka sits on the counter, waiting for the right time to open up as a way to celebrate May Day with your Russian gun.
>A ringing in the living room disturbs the peace of the moment.
>”Good evening, this is Doug from the art gallery. After reviewing all of the entries submitted, we would love to showcase your piece in one of our events. We’re at 3453 Boulevard Drive. Get here as soon as possible. ” *click*
“Looks like we have to hold the celebrations for now, we got another job.”
 >Leaving the apartment, you and Viveca head to the van and drove off to your next job.

3453 Boulevard Drive
>You arrive at what appears to be a one story building.
>Looking outside, you see a single person standing outside next to the door.
>Looks like a hipster.
>You park your car nearby, and the both of your prepare for the raid.
>Boar masks, plate carriers, earpro, and gloves were donned.
>You get out of the van with Viveca next to you.
>The doorman sees and waves you over.
>”Hey, man, killer mask. Ready to celebrate May Day to show those capitalist pigs and their war mongering they’re going down?”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here.”
>”Right on right on, just need to hear the password and you’re all set.”
“Knock, knock.”

>”Alright, man, in ya go. Down with the corporations and their death machines.”
>The door man turned around and unlocked the door, letting both you and Viveca in.
>The main hall looks largely abandoned
>Is this even the right place?
>You and Viveca walk around and approach an open entranceway, and overhear a group of people
>”…yeah and that peace symbol made of all those guns really spoke to me, like wow.”
>You felt your heart drop and a well of anger pool inside. Sick bastards.
>You look over and Viveca is clenching her fist hard.

>You grab Viveca, and in an instant she turns into your vepr 12
>Entering the room, you throw Viveca right at one of the three people standing together
>Mid-flight, your vepr transforms back into Viveca and tackles one of the people there.
>Following her in, you slug one of the other punks square in the nose. An audible snap is heard and the feel of cartilage and bone breaking can be felt.
>Given the third punk no time to react, you grab the collar of his loose v-neck shirt, yank him to the ground, and stomp his face into the concrete floor.
>*Crack!* Underneath, a pool of blood begins to collect.
>Turning over to the punk on the ground holding his now broken nose, not wanting him to scream any further, you stomp on his throat.
>Looking over, Viveca had just gotten up, with the punk’s head now smashed.
>However, you hear footsteps coming over.
>Wasting not a moment, you grab Viveca and with your vepr in hand, you move towards the door on the other side of the room.
>As you approach the door, a large figure opens it.
 >Two shots, one in the abdomen and one in the chest, with accompanying holes and gore to show he will not be having a good day.
>You kick him back, knocking a bunch of punks down with him.
>Not stopping your momentum, you aim Viveca at the three behind the large punk and dispatch them with one shot each.
>You move around the building, scanning for anything.
>You towards what you now can assume to be the back of the building, you find one more punk with a beer in his hand.
>You shoot him in the gut head, creating a mess of gore where his stomach used to be, and a missing section of forehead.
>But you don’t see any of this “art.”
>You grab the beer bottle that was dropped, smash it against the wall, and set down Viveca.
“Hold onto this, got an idea of how to find where everyone else is hiding.”
>She nods understanding what you plan on doing.
>You move back towards the entrance.
>Open the door and grab a surprised doorman, smash his face on a wall, dazing him and set him down on his knees.
“You’re going to show us where everyone is, or we’ll be making sure you can never fight the filthy capitalists, comrade.”

>He led you to a room you did check out before, but revealed a trapdoor, that was now blasting with music.
>Viveca immediately eviscerated him on the spot with the broken beer bottle in hand.
>Grabbing Viveca, you reload her magazine and set off downstairs.
>Immediately coming down, you see a several punks, and some thugs with a couple with dejected dog-girls in leashes being dragged around.
>You can feel Viveca shake, or is that you?
>Regardless, you take aim and fire at one of the thugs dragging one of the dog-girls.
>Instantly, they notice you.
>One of them yanks their own dog-girl over, grabbed her and she transforms into an AK-pattern gun.
>Before he could fire at you, you nailed him in the center of his chest, causing a hole to blow where his heart used to be.
>You move closer to the remaining punks, firing as you go.
>Some of them try to make a dive towards the AKs, now frozen in fear, but you make sure that doesn’t happen.
>You dump the remaining three punks alive, two shots each
>Current threats eliminated
>The two AKs sat on the ground looking dazed and scared.
>You paid no mind, but with the loud music going on, you’re glad no one else in the other rooms heard you.
>Changed mags, and kicked the door to the left.

>You see a dozen punks with drinks and various weapons in their hands beating on various waffengeist that have been cuffed to the ground.
>You don’t remember pulling the trigger, but it doesn’t matter, a shot rang off from Viveca, killing a punk that was about to swing down on one of the waffengeist with a pipe.
>Hearing the shot fired, everyone around turns and runs towards you.
>You continue you fire away at the punks running towards.
>8 others have fallen after running through your magazine
>Each with gore spraying from the midsection or what used to be their head.
>Three of the remaining punks come at you with knives and bats.
>No time to change magazines, you drop Viveca, who immediately turns human.
>Off to her side, she grabs a pipe while you ready yourself.
>One tries you stab you, flailing wildly like the animal he is.
>You see the other two punks go for Viveca in your periphery.
>With the attacker in front of you still swinging, you move back to the wall, pivot around him on his free hand side, and using his momentum you slam his face into the wall.
>Not a moment too soon, you grab his knife, and stab him at the base of the neck.
>Looking over, Viveca has a punk with a knife on the ground howling in pain, while the other punk is taking swings at her.
>She throws her pipe at the punk’s face, giving her enough time grab the dropped knife.
>She quickly ran up to the now recovering punk with the pipe and began to repeatedly stab him until much of his abdomen began to spill his intestines.
>To the man still on the ground, you gave a swift kick to his face, and then slit his throat.
>Surveying the area, every punk appeared dead.
>Only the cuffed waffengeist appeared alive, though all four were stripped and badly beaten.
>There was no way you can do anything about it now, however.
>You grab Viveca, now in shotgun form, changed her magazine, and continued to the other room.

>”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!”
>That was the first thing you heard entering in, an ear shattering scream that rang over the loud music.
>It was a large enough workman’s room, with a few benches, saws, and the works.
>You see two punks huddled next to each other with welders
>”Now you can never hurt anyone ever again, you tool of death!” exclaimed one of the punks.
>You shot both in the back of the leg, causing the one with the torch to hit himself with it and set his cloths on fire.
>You drag the other one to an active smelter and shove his face inside.
>As his face was burned from the extreme you, the punk tried to struggle out of your grip, but were deaf to his brief screams and struggle.
>The one on fire kept rolling around in agony, as Viveca stood there watching, kicked him away and moved towards the source of the original scream
>You grab one of the nail guns on the work bench and gave the on-fire punk a much undeserving end with a couple nails to the head.
>Standing next to Viveca at the welding bench, you see an AR-15 held in place.
>Its action was mostly welded shut.
>You and Viveca release its bonds, but the AR looks to be in too terrible of shape to move.
“Viveca, grab the girl and head over to the other room. We’re to try and remove the cuffs on the four in the other room and get every gun we encounter in one location.”
>She gives a nod, and helped the AR up from the table.
>You grab the torch, still on, and the both of you head to the previous room.
>Quickly as you could, you removed the bonds that held the 4 waffengeist.
>Two were unconscious at this time, but all looked like they would need extensive repairs.
>Thankfully none of the 4 you just freed looked to be rendered deactivated.
>Back at the main entrance to the upstairs, you directed the two AKs, who still have yet to leave from their position, towards where the other guns were located.
>At the door you have yet to enter.
>Above it was marked “art gallery”
“Viveca, before we go, I want to make something clear. We’re going to be ignoring any geists we see beyond this door for now and concentrate only on the degenerates here. What we saw in the last room is likely going to be only a fraction of what we’ll witness here. If you would rather stay behind, make sure the ones in the other room are safe.”
>Without a word, Viveca grabbed your hand, and transformed into your vepr-12.
>Your minds are set.
>13 shells remain.
>No mercy.

>You kick open the door, and before you lies a hall of 4 open entranceways, three on your left and right, and one door in front of you at the end of the hall.
>You make your way to the first one on your right.
>Three punks stand with their backs behind you looking at some tree shape.
>You quickly take aim at them.
>In rapid succession, you fired three shells at their backs, just below the neck.
>Turning around, you move to the next room, keeping your eye on the hall from your periphery
>Entering the next room, you see six punks, with three metal cages behind them.
>They had already taken notice of your blasts in the previous room
>Four of them were armed with sharpened poles, while the other two just had broken beer bottles in their hand.
>Without hesitation, you shoot the ones with the poles first.
>The shower of gore and death the blasts Viveca made stunned one of the punks with a beer bottle on his hand.
>However one of them got close to you.
>You felt the impact of the bottle hit you in the stomach.
>Unlucky bastard only hit your plates.
>You smack the punk in the face with your forearm, and kicked him to the ground.
>Not deterred from the failed attack against you, you shoot the punk still standing in his midsection.
>The blast had caused him to keel over and collapse on the ground.
>Moving towards the punk that tried to stab you, you grabbed the broken beer bottle and stabbed his jugular, causing a pool of blood to quickly form.
>Moving to the punk without a stomach, you ensured it could never get up by stomping its neck.
>With the room clear, you quickly changed Viveca’s empty magazine with your remaining half-filled magazine.

>Only 5 more shells…
>You set Viveca down, and grab two of the poles, handing one to Viveca.
>You quickly gesture that you’ll take the right room, and she gets the left room.
>You split and enter the room on the right.
>3 punks in front of you throwing items at a figure inside of what looks to be a coffin.
>With a mighty thrust, you gored one of them in the back of the head with the sharpened pole.
>Quickly removing it, you stab the one on the left, now turning towards you, in the throat.
>You can only assume gurgling noises are going out as the punk spits up blood and falls.
>Releasing the make-shift spear, you turn to the remaining punk, grabbed the back of his head and slammed your knee on his face.
>With the punk on the ground with a broken nose, you grabbed a brick and proceeded to slam it repeatedly until blood began to pool.
>Looking behind you, Viveca has already dispatched the two punks in her room, and was moving back to you with the pole in-hand.
>Just one last room.
>The music blasting throughout the place sounds as though it is coming from there.
>You can only hope this is the last room, and you will not get swarmed with just 5 shells remaining.
>You and Viveca grab a sharpened pole each, placed it near the door.
>You grab her, charge her, and kick the door open.

>A large room full of punks
>You could only guess there were roughly 30, with some waffengeist being dragged around, like in the entrance of the basement.
>You fired a shot at the closest punk
>And then another
>And another
>You’ve been noticed, and the crowd starts charging towards you.
>Like with before, those dragging their waffegeist yanks them towards them and now are holding them.
>Two with AKs and one with a mosin.
>You tried to shoot the one with the mosin, as you could not sustain a hit from a 7.62x54r
>But you missed and hit some other sap in the head.
>One more shot, and the shots connected just as the punk as taking aim.
>Out of shells, you put Viveca down and the both of you grabbed one of the make-shift spears.
>Trying to keep the crowd funneled, you keep at the doorway, spearing anyone that got within range.
>However, the crowd was too much, and started breaking through.
>You also see the crowd part and shots being fired at your direction.
>Two shots hit you on your chest.
>Thankfully your plate carrier wasn’t shit, and turned a potentially fatal blow into two hard punches to the chest.
>You back off for a bit, and then reengage.
>Thinks are looking bad, and the crowd is getting smart about your tactics.
>They keeping coming in, and open up to allow those with the waffengeist to suppress your movements.
>You knew you should have brought one more magazine at the least.
>You quickly gesture to Viveca to start retreating back.
>Viveca shakes her head, and points behind you.
>By some miracle, one of the earlier AKs was running towards you.
>You quickly moved to and grabbed her.
>In an instant, she transformed into a beat looking, but still functional WASR.
>You charged her, and began to return fire at those with the AKs, striking both in the chest.
>You then quickly fired at the crowd, now breeching the door and falling as they spill through.
>After unloading the WASR’s entire clip, you placed her down, grabbed the pole you dropped, and began to remove those remaining with Viveca.
>After dispatching the last of the punks, the fight finally ended.
>You moved over to the DJ station, and turned off the blasting music.
>And looking towards the wall, you see giant peace symbol made of a variety of welded and melted rifles.
>And a M16A1 and AK-47 pinned to it being made to “hold” hands.

Midnight, the van
>Like last time it was quiet, and almost at the storage facility
>You grabbed all who could be moved out, but most of the waffengeist were in bad shape and had to be carried.
>Of the 16 found, only 6 were still able to walk. The rest were either still unconscious or too badly beaten to move well on their own.
>A few even had to be further damaged in order to ultimately save them from that hell.
>You and Viveca had been chain smoking the entire time, trying to dull what had transpired.
>You just hope that the runner is there already.
>You pull up to the gates of the facility and open it as usual, taking care to have your mask on, along with Viveca wearing hers as well.
 >Thankfully, the gun runner was there, along with his partner.
>”You look like shit, boar.”
“Ever been to an art gallery?”
>”Nope, don’t care too much about them.”
“Good, don’t go to any, coyote.”
>”Ah…Speaking of which, Doug said you brought some pieces that need to be delivered.”
“Yeah, they’re in the back. 6 of them are in fine enough shape, just some touch up and spit shine. The rest are going to need some actual restoration.”
>Coyote, his partner, Viveca and you began to move the most weakened of the guns out first to the moving truck.
>At the final moving, it was all those who could still walk and move.
>As you shepherd the 6 who can still walk, the WASR you help turned.
>She was in tears and hugged you.
>”K-köszönöm, uram…err thank you, sir.”
>You stood there a little dumbstruck.
>You had a hard time knowing what to do.
>You just put your hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes.
“Hey, thank you back there. Wouldn’t have made it out if you didn’t help. You’ll do well once you leave this state.”
>”I only hope to find an owner that’ll treat me as well as you treat your vepr, sir.”
>You pat the WASR on the shoulder, and watched as she went inside the truck.
>Once in, Coyote closed the door, and turned towards you.
>”Hey, don’t worry about them, Boar. Just remember to keep in mind why we’re doing this and not to lose sight of it.”
“Yeah, sure thing, ‘yote.”

1:40am, at the apartment
>You and Viveca slowly walk inside.
>You ache, and the attempted stabbing and gunshots have started to form a bruise.
>Viveca had been quiet the entire time.
>Must have been especially hard for her today, given all that there was in the “art gallery.”
>You walk over to the kitchen, grab a couple of glasses, a lid, and head over to the kitchen table.
>Viveca sits down across from you.
>You set the glasses and the lid down, and pour yourself and Viveca some of the vodka you bought into the glasses.
>Both of you downing it all in one gulp, followed by another pour.
“Happy May Day, Viv.”
>”Da…”
>Pulling out your cigarettes, and lit two, handing one to Viveca.
>The both of you needed this.
>Finishing off the second glass in silence once again, Viveca gets up from the chair and walks towards you.
>“I need you to clean me.”
“Sure thing, Viv. Lemme finish this cigarette and get the cleani-“
>”No, I…”
>She looked a little flush in the face, whether it be the alcohol or out of embarrassment.
>”I want you to wash me as though I were human.” Viveca said with a pleading look in her eyes.
>You down the remaining vodka in your glass, put out your cigarette on the lid.
 “Sure thing, I’ll draw you a bath.”
>You slowly get up, and move towards the bathroom.
>You didn’t know too much about these gun spirits, other than they were made to help soldiers overcome the horrors of war.
>Was she trying to help you cope, was she trying to cope herself, or both?

>The water temperature was just perfect.
>Warm, but not hot.
>You added some soap in as well, making the bath bubbly.
>Not sure why you did that, in retrospect.
“You can come in, bath is ready.”
>She comes over from your left, and gets in the bath.
>Grabbing a bottle of barely used conditioner, you squeezed a little into your hand.
>After rubbing it between your hands, you begin to gentle massage it into Viveca’s hair.
>Much too how you imagined, her very dark brunette hair felt a little rough.
>Hopefully this will help with that.
>She closes her eyes and begins to relax, taking in the warmth of the water and enjoying the massage to her scalp.
>Grabbing a small bucket, you fill it up a little with some fresh water on the tap.
“Sit up, and keep your eyes closed for a bit, Viv.”
>”Mmm.” She grunted in compliance.
>You take your hand, move her back forward a bit, and slowly pour the water down on her, trying to avoid splashing her face.
>You notice from your hand that she has a pretty muscular feeling back.
>Must be due to her reinforced receiver.
>Next, you grab a luffa sponge put some soap on it, lathered it up, and began scrubbing her.
>Viveca rested once again in the bath, but kept her eyes open this time starring off into space.
>Washing her arms and shoulders, much like her back, you can feel they’re also well muscular and toned.
>Next spot to wash was her chest and midsection.
>No thoughts of embarrassment entered your mind, despite having to gently scrub her c-cup breasts and sides.
>”Hey you.”
“Hmm-ooh! You devil, you.”
>Viveca had shot a blast of water onto your face and was now smiling cheekily at you.
>You grab some of the suds, putting a bunch right under her nose.
“Now you look like a regular ol’ Cossack, but with boar ears.”
>Feeling bashful, she sank her head into the bad, to just above her nose.

“Alright, gonna need to get your back, then legs. Mind if you sit up again?”
>She sat up again, and placing one of your hands on her shoulder, you began to work her back with the luffa.
“I have to ask, Viv, but what do you usually do when I’m out?”
>”Clean if this place is looking like American pig sty, otherwise I go to gym.
“I can guess how you cover your ears, but the tail I’d imagine would be harder to hide.” You said to her as you were scrubbing her tail and bottom.
>”I am Russian, what do you think I’m wearing when I’m out?”
“You stereotype.”
>”Вы знаете, что вы любите его.” And grinned.
“No idea what you just said, but you’re probably right.”
>Finished with her backside, you move over to her legs and pick one up, continuing to scrub her.
>Midway of scrubbing her legs, gathers a bunch of suds on puts on your face, giggling.
>”Now you look like your Saint Nicholas. Maybe with your plates, you can look as fat.”
>Smiling you left it on.
>Putting away the luffa, you grab the shampoo.
>Putting a quarter sized on amount on your hand, you lather and wash Viveca’s hair and rinsed it.
“Alright, looks like you done, time to get up.”
>”Blyad, but it’s so relaxing in here.”
“Come on now, I need wash myself as well.” You said as you filled another bucket full of water.
>Viveca got up, and you rinsed all of the remaining suds still on her.
>Grabbing a nearby towel, you dry off Viveca.
“Alright, looks like you’re done.”
>”Nu-uh, You forgot one more thing.”
>Right, she still needs to be oiled.
“So how does this work? Do you use regular lotion, or should I get a cloth with some gun oil?”
>”The gun oil.”
>Grabbing an old, but clean, thin rag, you apply some drops of oil on her, and began to wipe it all over her.
>Using the other side, you wipe up any excess.
“I’m gonna shower up now, you can fix your hair.” As you hand her a comb.

>Not caring that she was still in the room, you undress yourself as the bath was draining.
>Once liberated from your cloths, you turn on the shower, went in, and closed the shower curtains.
>The warm water felt nice, but the throbbing pain from your bruises began to make themselves known.
>Best have some more of that vodka.
>Thinking shower thoughts, you ponder what just happened.
>Any person that would have bathed and oiled a girl like that would have felt some attraction, but didn’t feel like that.
>Finishing up with your shower, you put it out of your mind, and noticed that Viveca had already left the room.
>Drying and covering yourself with a towel, you head to the dresser and grabbed some loose fitting cotton pants and a clean t-shirt.
>Viveca was on the couch, in her usual nighttime attire, with vodka and the two glasses.
>You sit down and she hands you one already pre-filled.
>Whether it was due to the residual heat from the shower or the vodka hitting you harder, you asked Viveca something that you wanted to ask for some time now.
“Hey Viv, why me?”
>”Hmm?” with her ears perked up.
“You could have gone to a better state, been taken in by an owner who would have cared for you in a safer area, not be a part of these killings, not have see-“
>”Shush! As gun, I am to be an instrument for one to help protect and provide for my owner. And as proud дух пушки or what you call us in dirty German, waffegeist, I am to be there for my owner.  And you, as owner, are to be there for me! Now stop souring mood.”
“So does that make you my wife now?” you chuckle as you take a sip.
>”Nyet!” Viveca responded, clearly agitated by such a suggestion.
>”Now I have something to say.”
>Before you can respond, she quickly states in her brusque manner.
>”I call you papa for now on.”
>Her face looked as though she had been a glass or two ahead of you, but you can sense the sincerity in her eyes.
>You pat her head.
“Sure thing, Viv.”
>You finished the night with the two of you drinking the rest of the vodka, laughing the previous day away.
>By the time the bottle was finished, Viveca had fallen asleep.
>You carried her to your bed, placed her at one end under the sheets, while you slipped into the other.
>Just before sleep gripped you for the first time, you think if that WASR will find a good home someday.