Gangland

Search for clues. Might as well see if whoever did it left anything incriminating.

>>579868
>>"cleaning up this mess"
"Why don't you clean it up yourself."

>>579868
>>"combing the place for clues"

"Fuck me," you cursed.

"Hey, at least you don't have to clean this whole mess up," Tuna said, "Come on Guppy, let's get to work."

Guppy set down his drink and followed Tuna back to the car. They expected you to be done by the time they came back with the mops and the bodybags. Mikiya moved out to go 'deal with the fuzz' but you were pretty sure he was just going to find a whore or something. He wasn't anyone special though, since he was only the leader by dint of knowing the right people. Tuna knew they weren't exactly happy with him either so sooner or later Mikiya was going to get his sooner or later. That would leave the three of you to pick up after him and, well, you were hoping to get score a little extra.

Guppy was the tall, silent type. He didn't speak much, not that he needed to. Sometimes you didn't really believe his claim of being a master cold reader. That said he never was the ambitious type but you never knew. Tuna was louder about his intentions though. The mousy glasses only made him look even more shifty than the usual. A lot people underestimated his physical prowess though. He was known to shrug off gunfire and bent steel doors with just a punch.

As for yourself, your ability was a little more esoteric of course. It was rare, useful, but didn't make you better than the average thug. Anything you touched told you of its last two hours of history. It was only useful once everything was said and done. And yes, it worked on dead bodies too. Like yes, that was Kana and no, you did not need to know she was giving head on the side.

You strode about the room, briefly tapping and brush things with your fingers. A picture started to build up as you made another sweep of the room. At best you could tell, it was some kind of drive-by shooting, or almost. You found fragments that belonged to a grenade. No shell casings, both inside or outside. A couple other guys came in later to make sure the job was done. They looted everyone's weapons too. That was the best you could determine at least.

Of course, as you had predicted, Mikiya did not actually do what he said he was. Trouble with a capital T had busted through the door. Tuna and Guppy was slung on their shoulders.

It was,

>your boss, the Russian
>that pesky vigilante
>the local beat copper

>>that pesky vigilante
This situation reminds me of the Punisher for some reason.

>>582262
>that pesky vigilante

>>582262
>>that pesky vigilante

Those who lived around these parts knew of her exploits. She was practically an institution that even VERDICT let her go. The cape, the cowl, the burnished, black leather, it all made her even more intimidating. Tuna and Guppy were dropped unceremoniously with a thump. She strode up, not like a huntress but a machine, eyes scanning left and right. It was if your presence didn't register. You could have pulled your gun and she probably wouldn't have noticed. It wouldn't have done you any good though, she wore full body armour anyway. Her eyes fell on you finally and cold steel ran up your spine.

"Someone's smuggling in weapons again, military grade." Her voice was like the hissing of steam. "Who wants your boss dead Yuu?"

Just the casual usage of your name felt like a violation.

"I don't know." Your voice had a nervous edge to it. "Does it look like he tells me?"

"Strange." She tilted her head. "What soldier doesn't receive his marching orders?"

"I just do odd jobs," you replied.

Now you were annoyed. If the bitch looked up your name, she should have at least the courtesy of knowing what you did.

"Not him," she clarified, "Suruga Mikiya."

"What? That asshole?"

Her unblinking stare was unnerving.

"Well who doesn't?" you shrugged your shoulders, "I certainly won't cry if he gets capped."

Tuna and Guppy started moaning, marking their return to consciousness. The vigilante turned towards them for a moment before speaking once again,

"You should get out of here. Whoever did this is coming to finish the job."

You could hear the telltale screech of abused brakes and tires. Coupled with the light pouring in from the front, you couldn't help but dread whatever was going to come through that door. By the time you turned back towards vigilante she was gone. You hadn't even heard her move. Your first move was to pull your piece out. The second thing you did was,

>Head for the back door
>Get the Tuna and Guppy up
>Find a place to hide
>Other(write-in)

>>583042
>>Head for the back door
Seeya in a better life, Tuna and Guppy.

>>583042
>Get the Tuna and Guppy up
we can't leave our niggas behind, that's hoe ass shit

Rolled 4 + 10 (1d6 + 10)

>>583042
>>Get the Tuna and Guppy up
also doing a completely unrelated test roll, soz

You rushed up to your two comrades quickly trying to slap them awake. Guppy was lucid first but Tuna was taking longer, wasting time by asking stupid questions. Of course by the time you got both of them moving whoever was outside started opening fire.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit shit shit," Tuna kept repeating.

The three of you were crawling underneath window height hoping to reach the counter at least before they busted through the doors.

"Shitshitshitshit."

A bullet practically grazed your leg as bits of splintered wood and glass flew about the bar. There was another crash and a tingle of glasses before you felt the heat.

"Fuck, flamethrowers, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck FUCK!"

"Ten seconds," Guppy remarked, "Drum mags or belts. Garage one floor down."

"You don't think they don't have it blocked off?" you asked.

Guppy shrugged. Tuna however grabbed the liquor Mikiya complained about earlier tonight and a washcloth.

"Odds are, they probably will, I say we start some of our own fires. The building's concrete, it'll take a while for the fire to get up there. Odds are, we can hit them with a few of these." He lifted his improvised molotov cocktail. "Should give us a chance to slip down the fire exit and in to an alley. Because I sure as hell don't think your little peashooter are gonna cut it."

The building on had two floors between here and the roof though. The fire was starting to spread and you even saw cans of gas being tossed in through the windows. Between the three of you, you were the only one with a firearm. It seems that the vigilante had relieved Tuna and Guppy of their Glocks but at least they still had their knives.

"How about we get move away from the first first then go from there?" you suggested.

"Alright, as long as we're not going out the back," Tuna agreed "Bet they're waiting for us to just step out too. Oi, Guppy, grab those two bottles there."

You worked your way back in to the office, swiping keys as you went. There was one for the storeroom and one for a car, a LanEvo of some sort. From what you could feel, the storeroom wasn't only just for liquor but you certainly didn't want to waste time in a building that was currently on fire. Your next destination was,

>The garage, jack a car and make a break for it
>The roof, it was time for a counter attack
>The storeroom, maybe there'll be helpful items

>The garage, jack a car and make a break for it

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As you made a beeline for the garage, you sincerely hoped you wouldn't regret this decision. The garage was still intact, its doors closed. Inside sat a a couple of cars but you recognised your ride immediately. It was a stickered up LanEvo 4 with ridiculous spoilers and flared out wide body kit that was just screaming "ricer". At least it was tuned and taken care of properly. Under the hood sat a twin-turbo monster pushing way more horses than sense.

"Not sure whether dying in a fire or crashing in that thing is more embarassing," Tuna remarked.

He still piled in the back. Guppy ran over to the door's controls before buckling in. Your ability was nice in this regard. It taught you how to drive without having a dropping a wad of cash for some driver's ed. Still didn't have a license though but it wasn't like you had your own car.

The LanEvo came alive with a low whine. You could hear the turbo spool up a second or two after you had given it some gas. Tuna rolled down the windows, having prepped his molotovs.

"Ready?" you asked.

"This is a dumb idea and you should feel dumb," Tuna replied, "Hit it."

You shifted in to first and rolled out. The car rolled out slowly before you hit 5500 rpm before you felt the sudden surge of acceleration. It wouldn't last when you shifted up but it was something to look out for as you zoomed out the door. You definitely scraped something as you came off the exit ramp and on to the street in full view of the bunch shooting up the place. There was a moment of confusion before the shouting started and guns started turning your way. Was that a turrent on a truck?

"Have some of this." Tuna's cry erupted from the back. "That's for trashing my favourite bar you assholes."

The molotovs sailed through the air and landed just where he needed them. Sadly, the turret opened up anyway and the three of you ducked down as it raked through the side. You were thankful they weren't armour piercing bullets. Amidst the cursing and squealing of tires, the hail of fire seemed to stretch on. In reality, you knew it had only been a few seconds before you rounded a corner and out of sight.

"Shit." You breathed out. "Everyone alright?"

"I think I shit myself."

That was too much information Tuna but thank your for your contribution.

"Guppy?"

You kept your eyes on the road only sparing a glance at his hunched over form.

"Hey, you okay man?"

You reached out with one hand to check on him. Two bullets, one in his liver, the other had passed through his kidney and was lodged in the seat you were sitting in. You weren't a stranger to internal bleeding. Tuna saw your face in the rearview mirror and for once didn't offer any helpful suggestions. You were the driver anyway. You had to straight to,

>The hospital
>Your place
>The bosss
>Some other place(?)

>>584402
>The bosss
Unless we know of a back-alley doctor, there's the place to go.

>>584976
>>584402
Pretty much this

"Hang on man, hang on, we're off to see the boss," you told him.

Guppy grunted faintly. You lowered the seat back and Tuna tried and keep him from bleeding out too soon. You were glad there wasn't any pursuit or that nothing vital had been hit. It let you step on it.

The boss man wasn't exactly the average gangsters. Sure he grew up on the same streets but he cut his teeth in huge scores, graduating to corporate espionage and real black ops shit before he 'retired'. He and his inner circle just sat around shooting the shit, getting drunk, and occasionally busting head when needed. With the news you had though the boss wouldn't, and couldn't, let this go.

The three of you limped out of the car and up the stairs to the boss' office. No one stopped you, on account of there being no one standing guard. It was late Saturday night but still, no one. Inside, the man himself sat behind a solid wooden desk, his right hand, Old One Eye, was on the couch, and opposite him was the left hand, Kyousuke. They turned as one as you burst through the door. Their combined gaze froze you in your tracks.

"Mikiya sold out." Guppy came to your rescue despite the fact that he was bleeding profusely all over the floor. "Hamazura paid him."

The first name didn't elicit much of a response as expected but name of a recent thorn in his side got him to take notice.

"Sagara, go handle it." He told his lieutenant before turning to you. "Put him on the couch."

The cyclops stepped out with nary a reaction as the boss dug in to his desk and tossed a bottle Kyousuke's way. You laid Guppy down on the couch. He was fading, and fast. Kyousuke came over with a bottle of alcohol and the boss followed him with an actual first aid kit.

"He's losing too much blood," Kyousuke started.

"Not for long," your boss growled.

His eyes sharpened and you felt something pressing his wounds and ruptured organs together as if stitched by an invisible hand. You knew he was a telekinetic but you never thought he was that powerful.

"This won't last for long," he continued, "He has no kidneys."

"It's okay boss," Guppy said, "Get that bastard."

His voice was fainter, not enough blood to the brain.

"He'll get his Guppy," Tuna shouted, "So don't fucking die until he does."

Guppy coughed violently, blood bursting from his wounds as he curled up once more.

"I know."

Those were his last words. Then he just faded. Guppy went to sleep and he wasn't going to wake up any more. Your ability let you know in intimate detail as his lifesigns disappeared one by one. You just sat there, hand still on his body.

"He's gone," you said finally.

Tuna cursed.

"Now what?" Kyousuke asked.

"I'll deal with Hamazura," the boss said, "You two want dibs on this Mikiya guy or should I make an example of him too?"

>This just got personal
>Let the boss handle it
>Other (write-in)

>>585429
>This just got personal

>>585429
>This just got personal

Your head was pounding the next morning. You probably should not have gone toe to toe with a Russian in a drinking competition in hindsight. Still, the boss was more than generous when he said he was going to give you first dibs on Mikiya and let you drown your sorrows out of his own personal stash. He obviously had bigger fish to fry but that didn't mean he couldn't give you a small favour to tip the scales. Kyousuke had led you and Tuna to another part of the office building that your boss 'worked' in. It was in the basement and a short walk down a tunnel later you emerged in to a machine shop. There weren't many people here but from the machine tools and pieces of metal strewn about you could tell what this room was. It was a room for gunsmiths. The Russian didn't need to smuggle guns because he just made his own.

"Over here." Kyousuke beckoned you over to a rack. "Pick one and load up, we're going hunting."

These weren't just shabbily cobbled together pieces either. There weren't just handguns either, there were assault rifles, submachine guns, and shotguns hanging from the rack.

"Aw yeah baby," Tuna exclaimed.

He picked up two guns simultaneously, not feeling their weight.

"We ready to rock 'n roll."

Sighing at his antics, you couldn't help but wonder aloud,

"Where's the ammo for all this? How many bullets do you have to be able to have so many guns just lying around."

"Yuu, was it?" he replied, "You worry about getting your shot and I worry about everything else eh?"

"You got drum mags for these?" Tuna asked.

"Would you like the armour-piercing bullets too?"

The accountant couldn't help but smile. Tuna was more than just excited about it.

"Please."

Of course you had more sense than that musclehead.

"Something tells me you know where Mikiya is," you said, "Where, when, and how are we hitting him?"

"There's a safehouse a couple blocks down that we're going to hit. Either he'll be there or we'll have clues as to where he went. Expect a welcoming party. I'll go with you and provide support."

So this wasn't just a driveby. As much as Kyousuke's support meant a lot to you, he was a good trigger man himself, you suddenly felt much less confident if there were only two of you storming a safehouse. Assurances of being lent body armour didn't really help much either. You picked up,

>a sawed-off shotgun
>machine pistols
>a Kalashnikov
>a gun (write-in)

>>586733
>>machine pistols

>>586733
>a Kalashnikov

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>a gun (write-in)
Bullpup Tavor

You weren't exactly comfortable with the big guns, rare as it was for you handle anything bigger than a nine mil. At least the one you picked was assuredly converted to fully automatic.

"Man, you looking undergunned there," Tuna remarked and tossed you his second AK, "Carry that for me will ya? I won't be sad if you had to use it though."

You grunted from catching the heavy assault rifle. Kyousuke found some slings for you, a few extra mags and cases to store the Kalashnikovs in. On his back was a black plastic case which you assumed had his own weapon.

"Your car's still outside, let's get to work," he said.

It was a short drive to the derelict office building that dotted the district. Of course the only sign that it was a safehouse at all was the steel reinforced front door and badly boarded up windows. You parked a little ways off and stepped up to the door whilst Kyousuke went to find a perch across the street. When he did you knocked. The slit at eye-level opened up. You could see eyes moving between the two of you as you had stood on either side of the door.

"Yeah?" came a gruff voice.

"Special delivery," Tuna answered.

"What? We didn't order shi-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as something went through the slit. The crack of Kyousuke's bullet the only evidence of the supersonic delivery. You shared a look with Tuna before he shrugged and kicked the door open. He went in first, the Kalashnikov barking out his greetings as some one undoubtedly came to check on the noise. You stepped over the body of the guy who answered the door. His face was ruined. Tuna swept his gun one way and another, opening up in a grim rendition of room service. You followed behind him, making sure there weren't any merely playing dead.

The elevators weren't out of service so you could see both of them coming down to the ground floor. Sounds of heavy footfalls were coming down the stairs too. Well there were two of you for a reason.

>Cover the stairs
>Cover the elevators

>>589957
>Cover the elevators

>>589957
>Cover the elevator

You rested the AK on an upturned desk and waited. There was a moment where all you could hear you breating and the low whirling of the elevator before a brief 'ding' before the doors opened. Dozens of armed, angry looking thugs poured out looking for you. Of course you were ready and simply held down the trigger. The AK didn't have the rate of fire perhaps but the armour piercing bullets scythed them down rank by rank anyway. You couldn't even hear them scream, or beg for mercy. No, you had been deafened by the constant chatter of your firearm. You only got up when you were sure they were all down for the count. Some were still clinging to life, clutching at their wounds as fresh blood spilled out from between them.

"Tought bastards huh?" Tuna spoke.

You almost didn't hear him walk up to you. He turned to the elevator.

"Well, well lookie who we have here?"

Inside slumped against the back of the elevator in a pool of blood say Mikiya. One of your rounds had cleanly entered his right arm and he was trying to keep pressure on the wound. By his side lay a pistol. He saw the two of you walk up and reached for it but you were faster, kicking it away and stepping on his one intact arm. Tuna raised the buttstock and brought it down on the asshole's face.

"That was for Guppy you son of a bitch," he said, "Was it worth it you piece of shit?"

You thought you heard a crack but all that came out of Mikiya's mouth was a groan.

"Please, guys," the bastard begged, "It wasn't me."

"Like hell it wasn't!" Tuna clocked Mikiya again with his rifle. "The fuck you think you doing here with these pieces of shit then?"

"Y-y-you gotta believe me," Mikiya pleaded, "They jumped me too last night! I swear."

Yeah, you could believe that they'd take him and pump him for everything he was worth. Still, you remembered Guppy last night, his last words. Mikiya, he died

>from a gunshot to the face
>slowly, cut up like meat
>after the boss was done with him
>another day
>Other (write-in)

>>594237
>slowly, cut up like meat
>after the boss was done with him

Boss might have some questions first

"You don't have to explain yourself to us," you said, "The boss might want to know how deep you're in."

"Fuck man we should just kill him right here," Tuna argued, "There's no point if he doesn't suffer."

"Who said he we couldn't hurt him a little?"

At that Tuna grinned.

Mikiya didn't go quietly and in some ways it was a pleasure to watch the boss work him over. And boy did he sing. It wasn't news what he told you. Yeah, one of Hamazura's flunkies had asked him for a small favour, a place to crash in exchange for a little cash. Of course Mikiya didn't know that they were going to whack him too but as soon as he called them about how Guppy, Tuna, and you were still sniffing about, they turned their circus around to finish the job. What nobody told Mikiya however was how Hamazura was going to ice him later anyway. So either way Mikiya was a deadman walking because of a little greed. Well, karma was a bitch like that but you certainly didn't feel sorry for him. When the boss was over, he wasn't more than a mess of meat at that point. His face wasn't recognisable and he leaked from various orifices, natural and manmade. The boss turned around, wiping the blood from his knuckles with a rag.

"So, Kyousuke tells me you two cleaned house rather nicely."

Another flunky handed him a fresh shirt.

"You think you're up for a little more responsibility?"

What could the both of you respond to that with anything but several short but eager nods.

"See a vacancy just opened up and it would be a damn waste to simply write off that bar." He turned to Kyousuke to ask, "Did it even have a name?"

"Not really," the accountant replied.

"Right, whatever, one of you gets its," he continued, "I don't care who, take care of it for me."

You and Tuna looked at each other.

>Let Tuna have it
>Express interest
>Other (write-in)

>>597752
>Other (flip a coin)

>>597752
>Other (write-in)
We can split the work, we'll let him name it since he liked it more. I doubt either of us want to work there full time.

""We'll split it."" You both said at once.

The boss didn't seem fazed.

"Alright, Kyousuke, flip a coin, but as far as these two are concerned its theirs," he instructed.

The accountant did so, and penned Tuna's name in as the 'official' owner of the property. Property laws were a bit strange in this part of the city. There were no taxes here. It was just protection money. Building not up to code? Well who gave a damn? As long as there were four walls and roof, it was a building. Here, whatever the boss says goes, and he only had a couple of simple rules to follow.

No guns, no drugs, no flesh.

Anyone who broke these rules never broke them again. Everything else was fair game. Gambling hall? No problem. Literal deathmatch venue? Knock yourself out. Simple watering hole? He got suppliers eager for an ever thirsty market. Since you were simply going to repair and run the bar as your own, this was more than just a sweet deal. The boss liked his businesses running smoothly so protection was virtually guarantted, and at the very least you knew he guaranteed retribution.

"You gonna name it?" you asked Tuna.

"Yeah," he replied, "Should name it Guppy's."

That sounded like a good name for you.

"By the way," the boss interjected, "I got a score lined up in the next few days. You got any idle hands, you send them my way. Come yourselves if you can't find anyone, I could use some reliable hands. Kyousuke's got the details, you talk to him. You need anything else, you talk to him. I'll be seeing you."

With a very clear dismissal, the two of you walked out in to the street. Out of the whole misadventure you had lost a friend but gained a business, and a very painfully decorated car.

"What do you think about the job he mentioned?" Tuna asked.

"Already looking for more action?" you unlocked the bullet-ridden car, "Don't you think we have enough on our plates?"

"Relax, I know a guy who can get our place cleaned up. It might take a while so we might as well do something. Besides, when was the last time we were personally asked by Big Poppa himself for some help? Gotta pad that retirement fund you know?"

"Point," you conceded and started the car, "I think that we should focus on,"

>the bar
>the job
>Other (write-in)

>>606284
>>the job

"...the job. Give him a call, I'll go see what Kyousuke wants us to do."

"Right, I'll call him now, maybe a few friends too while I can," Tuna assured.

The boss' accountant certainly wasn't surprised to see you back so soon. Though as far as jobs went, this one was a big one. Attempted break outs had made headlines in the city but that was when the city was on war footing. You didn't doubt that the law was going to ease up now that the soldiers were coming home.

"Who's so important that the boss wants working for him anyway?"

You couldn't help but ask. The accountant gave you a knowing smile.

"The boss owes him one."

Whoa.

"His name is Kurozuma, used to run Big Spider and now he's calling in that favour."

That was a name you had never heard of before. The district used to be more fluid, volatile until the Slumlord put an end to that. Instead of household names, back then it was simply a distinction between those with Ability and those without. At your continued bafflement he continued,

"It's all old history anyway so it's not that important."

You really didn't like where this was going. The cynical part of you it was sounding more and more like you were going to end up being some kind of meatshield for this hotshot who you've never heard of.

"So where do the boys come in?"

"It's good to know you're worried about Lupin level bullshit but there's none of that here. Besides think of this as your first big break. You think we got started stealing Mistral-class destroyers? Besides, you'll have help, something we didn't have most of the time."

"So you want me, and Tuna, and a buncha guys to get together to bust this guy Kurozuma guy out?" you asked one last time for confirmation.

"Yeah so here's what you're working with," Kyousuke replied.

It turned out you were working with quite a lot. Floor plans, guard rosters, patrols, shift changes, guns, ammo, van, and enough party favours to start World War 4. You listened as the more experienced Kyousuke outlined your options but it basically boiled down to whether you wanted to go in silently or just apply violence to the issue. Each of them had their own challenges and obstacles to over come. You planned to

>sneak in and out all quietly
>go loud and bust some heads
>back out, this is too big

>>609041
>>sneak in and out all quietly

You considered the advantages of the silent option much better than simply applying liberal amounts of violence. Besides, going load was always a good backup plan or so you were told. Kyousuke outlined a timetable that was based on the graveyard shift change. It would be the best time to get to Kurozuma and bring him out quietly. That was easy when you already knew where he was and had the means to get in. You would still have to deal with the cameras and making a clean getaway though. This of course was banking on the fact that Tuna could find people who also weren't incompetent to pull this off.

"So how'd it go?" Tuna asked as you stepped outside.

"It's a big one." You got in to the car and started it up when Tuna joined you. "What kind of help did you find?"

"We'll find out as soon as we get to Guppy's."

It was a fair bit of driving before you returned to the bar that started this whole chain of events. You weren't surprised to find one SUV carcass remaining. The smoked out husk had nothing worth salvaging so it was left sitting in the street. Whatever remains that were useful had been stripped and stolen, including clothes and personal effects of the deceased. You parked in the garage which had also been stripped of vehicles.

"Not even the booze was left," Tuna said once he had checked the storeroom.

"At least it's a fresh start."

"I'd rather be making money right now but I can't do shit when half this place is burned to the ground," he complained.

"Yeah, who the fuck thought meeting here was a good idea Tuna?" another voice called out.

You turned to the voice which belonged to a butch looking sort. Behind her was a friendlier face. Bill the cleaner simply nodded at Tuna and got to work moving the charcoaled stiffs out. From behind him stood another; one you've met before, Yun. Last you heard he was supposed to be doing time but if he was here then he might just be useful after all.

"Loudmouthed bitch is Dory," Tuna whispered, "Tough cookie that one, she's got half a dozen ducttape deathmatch wins in the Dictator's fight pits. I think she's had half her brain leak out in them too. Bill might tag along but he's only good for hauling and driving. Yun's interesting though. His knowledge of the inside would be invaluable for getting around."

"How'd he get out?" you asked.

"Someone pulled a few strings so I don't trust him with a gun," Tuna explained, "We still got a few hours till we need to get started though."

>Get to know the players
>Clean up the bar a little
>Scope out the prison area
>Other(write-in)

>>613435
>>Get to know the players