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       #Post#: 94--------------------------------------------------
       Nikolai [1]
       By: Chente Date: September 2, 2018, 9:17 pm
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       Konoma is there waiting for them. "You're back, comrades.
       "Da comrade Konoma. Anything happen while we were out?" said
       Vladimir
       "A gang tried to claim our warehouse as their turf." said
       Konoma.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Oh? What happened then?
       Nikolai Ivashov :: Who?
       Owl :: Vladimir Karamazov wasn't too worried about some lowlife
       gang but was however somewhat excited about finding the first
       group to be purged
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: The gang is called the
       Silver Crowns. They've been a big thing in Southern Moscow
       recently.
       Owl Christian Knox would've simply waved from behind Vladimir
       and Nikolai, a normal smile on his face. At the sound of the
       word 'gang', the smile disappeared into that of a neutral
       expression.
       Owl :: Christian Knox would've simply waved from behind Vladimir
       and Nikolai, a normal smile on his face. At the sound of the
       word 'gang', the smile disappeared into that of a neutral
       expression.
       Owl BLAH
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Did you manage to take any of them down or
       were they just scouting the area?
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: They just scouted the area,
       told me this was their turf. I know better to pick a fight solo
       with five of them. It's good Toma wasn't here or trouble
       would've started.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: That's not the worst of it
       though, comrade. The Silver Crowns are one of the 'velikily'.
       Vladimir Karamazov(Guestu) <---- *worry*
       Nikolai Ivashov(Gavster576) <---- *worry*
       Christian Knox(MinoMi) <---- *worry*
       Vladimir Karamazov facial expression seemed a bit troubled after
       hearing that last bit.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Are you sure?
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Yes. They're -the- moscow
       gang with ties to the mafia.
       Christian Knox took a second to let it register in his head. He
       felt something off...Velikily...Velikily..Velikiy? He opened his
       eyes, widened. "Oh boy."
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Although I never had any
       experience with russian mafia, I can tell you that the japanese
       mafia was worrisome from my experience.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: So I assume they are even
       worse.
       Christian Knox :: Fuck's sake..
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Da. Well organized group of bastards I've
       dealt with them before when I worked for the antiterror unit.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: They die as easily as most men however.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We can't fight them in a outright fight
       however.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Christian you're experienced with guerilla
       warfare are you not?
       Christian Knox :: Well, I wouldn't say I'm experienced with it.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: It's simple really. We hit them hard and
       quickly then disappear.
       Christian Knox :: Kind of like a drive-by, in a sense?
       Vladimir Karamazov :: A well planned drive-by yes.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Smart. They don't even know
       we exist, ja?
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Doubtful they porbably think we're just
       simple squatters.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We need intel on their buisness. If they
       plan on transporting good or trying to make a arms or drug deal
       we show up take them by suprise and jack their shit.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: No Russian. Masks. And enough explosives
       to take down an armored truck.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: They'll have no idea who we are.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We could keep picking away at them over
       time and they'll begin to fear us.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: And we will use that fear to make them
       passive.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: I heard someone say something
       about explosives, ja?
       Christian Knox :: Where are we gonna ge-
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Toma comrade!
       Vladimir Karamazov :: I think you'll love what were planning
       here! The cleansing is about to begin...
       Toma slings her katana over her back. "Who're we going for,
       boss?" she said, spitting out a toothpick.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: A group who call themselves Silver Crowns
       over bloated ego because they think connections make them
       strong.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Honestly people like them are my favorite
       people to kill. The look of bewilderment as they lay dying
       because they thought themselves to be untouchable.... God I
       can't wait.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Those punks? I smacked one of
       them jackasses earlier after they started catcalling me.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: They ran away crying for
       mommy.
       ((OOC)) ee :: o3o
       Nikolai Ivashov stood, staring. This caused the music to change.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: If we're planning to go for
       the Silver Crowns, we should probably be prepared. (Konoma goes
       off for a bit)
       Vladimir Karamazov :: I'm not suprised. This is a wonderful
       start to our glorious CLEANSING. Comrades this is where it
       begins. TODAY MARKS THE DAY WE PURIFY THESE STREETS OF FILTH!
       Invalid Command! I'm calling the CIA on you! (musicmusic)
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Yes very prepared. If we find ourselves in
       a fair fight we are doing this wrong.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: First we need to find more info on their
       dealings and sources of income.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma pushes a crate to the centre of
       the warehouse. "I hid this while they were searching our base."
       Christian Knox would've lightly squeezed the bridge of his nose
       for a moment, looking above him and back down to the others.
       <This is gonna end poorly for both sides in the long
       term..Sudden gut feeling..> He thought.
       Nikolai Ivashov approached said crate. His gaze narrowed, but he
       remained ever silent.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma opens the crate, as you can see
       inside it.
       Nikolai Ivashov this is when the music changes)
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: I kept all my guns from my
       time in the military.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Konoma are you after my very own heart?
       Vladimir Karamazov can no longer contain the grin on his face.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: I simply aim to help, boss.
       We're going to need everything we can to take down the mafia,
       ja?
       Christian Knox would've let out a sharp whistle. "Well now.
       That's some heat."
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Da comrade.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: I'm starting to like your
       style, jap (Toma picks up and checks out one of the guns in the
       crate). I'll stick to my katana.
       Nikolai Ivashov :: No preference.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: I will take an ak myself. I am a lover of
       the classics.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Ion Rifles, Babushkas,
       Energy Rifles and a few handguns.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: ION AK)
       Nikolai Ivashov :: I will take what I am offered.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Their all EN-based, though
       except the Babushka.
       Vladimir Karamazov notices the Babushka.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: This one.
       Vladimir Karamazov lifts up the Babushka craddling it like a
       child.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: I very much like this one.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Vladimir grabs the Babushka. This was
       his alright
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: A strong weapon with great rate of
       fire(c) grip and small recoil. Perfection.
       Christian Knox would've picked up an Ion Rifle, examining it in
       his hands, getting a feel for it.
       Nikolai Ivashov examined the weaponry. Did anything suit his
       tastes?
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Toma you mentioned explosives da?
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Yeah, are we getting any for
       this?
       Christian Knox would've placed back in the crate, pulling out
       his butterfly knife.
       Nikolai Ivashov :: What is the plan?
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Depends on what were hitting first.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Nikolai finds a spare ion rifle in
       there as Konoma and the gang hoard the rest, arming themselves.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Do any of you know of the activities the
       Silver Crowns are involved with?
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Perhaps a convoy?
       Christian Knox stuffed the knife back in his pocket,
       re-equipping the Ion Rifle. Fuck it, he needed something
       stronger than his revolver if the situation arose.
       ((OOC)) Augus Choire :: n a n i)
       Augus Choire has joined the RP.
       Nathan Shields augus where were u
       Augus Choire :: i passed out ona  stretcher)
       Augus Choire :: on a*)
       Augus Choire has plugged out!
       Augus Choire has plugged in!
       Christian Knox picked up a Deagle, squinting at it.
       Nikolai Ivashov :: What is plan?
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: After an intermission and period of
       thought, Toma comes up with something. "I know where most of
       them will be."
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Oh?
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: After I beat those jackasses
       up and they were running away, they were talking about how
       "they'll just go to the gang's favorite whorehouse down south."
       Terra has plugged in!
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: The Singing Chick.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: COMRADES! TONIGHT BEGINS OUR HOLY PURGE!
       Vladimir Karamazov :: TODAY WE BEGIN TO RESTORE GLORY TO MOTHER
       RUSSIA!
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Let's mark this day then.
       December 21st, the day we teach the Silver Crowns that they
       don't own this place.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Ja! To mother russia!
       Terra has plugged out!
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Yes. We will need to stake out this area
       before we move in.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We need intel on the area.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: I was good at Espionage back
       during my time in the military. I could take that job.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Know the positions of the look outs.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Hm. You can stake out the area with Chris.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma looks to Chris, then nods.
       Christian Knox starts foaming at the mouth.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: THAT IS THE SPIRIT CHRIS!
       Christian Knox :: (Omit
       Vladimir Karamazov :: (omit
       Christian Knox :: (nvm-
       Christian Knox :: (I'll take the healthcare dip in my pocket
       Christian Knox flashed a thumbs up.
       Owl mako you gotta have miltary
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: [chris-chan]
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We have to conceal our identities when we
       do attack.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: [roll A D20+1 vs 13]
       Owl to join the collective
       Christian Knox rolled a 10 from a 20-sided die.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: We need to order some masks.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: <Christian Story> The server will
       remember that.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Gratz. We're working
       together-- high five Comrade Christian!
       Nikolai Ivashov has plugged out!
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma raises his hand.
       Nikolai Ivashov has plugged in!
       Nikolai Ivashov has joined the RP.
       Christian Knox slapped Konoma's hand. Big slappy.
       Nikolai Ivashov rolled a 19 from a 20-sided die.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Me and Nikolai will plan the attack
       together.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Toma you focus on cooking up more drugs.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma :: Ja, boss.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Any requests on what kind of masks we will
       wear?
       A giant bear jumps in, having a turret on its back!
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Konoma :: Bye, Comrade Christian.
       Return soon, we need to get ready to head off.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Da clear your head comrade. Be safe out
       there though!
       Vladimir Karamazov pats Chris on the back as he leaves.
       Christian Knox :: Roger roger.
       Christian Knox would've had up a hand, waving to those behind
       him as he left.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: As Toma exits, she feeds Boris his
       daily steroid-covered meat. "Eat up, Boris."
       Vladimir Karamazov :: He's such a cutie!
       Nikolai Ivashov :: Big lad.
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Boris cuts through the meat with her
       teeth, ripping it apart and chowing down upon it.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: :)
       Vladimir Karamazov smiles proud of his strong Russian bear.
       Nikolai Ivashov saluted Boris.
       Vladimir Karamazov :: Eat up comrade Boris you will need it for
       the coming days!
       Christian Knox(MinoMi) whispers ----> [I should be far enough by
       now, right?]
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: Toma, Konoma and Christian were gone.
       Momoko Nakamura(Banditofdoom) whispers ----> Chente
       Vladimir Karamazov :: So Nikolai any ideas on how we'll handle
       this?
       Nikolai Ivashov :: no.
       Momoko Nakamura(Banditofdoom) whispers ----> Gust has went ahead
       and ignored me as he usually does and posted his Side-RP when I
       explicitly told him what he and Nera had to do
       ((OOC)) Nathan Shields :: <Nikolai Story> Nikolai and Vladimir
       spent their time thinking on how they were going to do this;
       spending time and effort creating a plan..
       Momoko Nakamura(Banditofdoom) whispers
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