Jedoro:

OOC

As bullets poured into and out of the bar, all the windows had broken, and several bottles on the shelves began to shatter. Fisher fell over backwards, clutching the right side of his neck as blood began to pour out.

"Son of a bitch!" Wright yelled, pulling his vest off. Tossing the AK to the ground, he used the vest as a shield, firing with his black 1911 as he approached his friend. The pistol out of ammo, he grabbed Fisher and began dragging him back behind the corner.

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Fine, maddawg, just make it to where something else hits you in the face, like a small piece of wood from where a bullet hit the counter.

Jedoro:

Attention!

You are not shooting at police outside of the bar! They are Russian mobsters, armed with AK-47's. One of the dead men inside the bar called for reinforcements before dying.

There IS a Russian mob presence in the city, and this is their bar, not the Company's, but I do admire Caesar not wanting us to burn to death.

Please edit your posts accordingly, and then I will edit this post into the next update.

Fine, maddawg, just make it to where something else hits you in the face, like a small piece of wood from where a bullet hit the counter.

Jedoro:

Attention!

You are not shooting at police outside of the bar! They are Russian mobsters, armed with AK-47's. One of the dead men inside the bar called for reinforcements before dying.

There IS a Russian mob presence in the city, and this is their bar, not the Company's, but I do admire Caesar not wanting us to burn to death.

Please edit your posts accordingly, and then I will edit this post into the next update.

Fine, maddawg, just make it to where something else hits you in the face, like a small piece of wood from where a bullet hit the counter.

Fine fine.

Edit: There fixed. But I thought the lighter thing would have been funny.

Throwing his vest back on but not fastening it, Wright got up to cover Caesar as he put out the fire.

"Don't hit my fucking Escalade with those! It's bulletproof, not fireproof!" he yelled at Vinny and Viktor, which is loud enough for Dino to hear.

-Vinny: bullets hit the area around the window, knocking some pieces of glass into your arm
-Viktor: the four-man entry team is down, but your magazine is empty
-Dino: you can hear a man running around the front of the car to see you
-Caesar: the fire's out but bullets are hitting the floor around you and Wright

There are six men remaining outside. Kill 'em dead.

Caesar quickly through the fire extinguisher outside before grabbing his AK again. Swinging around quickly, he fired one shot straight at the extinguisher, causing it to explode. The explosion knocked two of the nearby Russians down. He then shot one of the fallen Russians in the head, and the other one in the leg.

"I'm saving you for later." he thought.

"Ah shit!" Vinny yells as glass cuts her arm.

"Fine, you wanna do this the hard way?" She knocks the rest of the window out, and ducks down beneath the frame.
Grabbing on of her pistols, she shoots and hits 2 of the men, one in the shoulder, one in the chest.

Viktor quickly drops the gun and grabs the Molotov's and heads for the roof. He took the lighter,lit on of them up and tossed it behind one of the cars. He heard screaming and saw two of the Russians run out from behind ablaze.

He threw the other molotov's but all they did was keep the Russians away from the door. By now the Russians realized where the flaming drinks were coming from and opened fire on the roof. Viktor got away from the edge of the building and headed back downstairs looking for another gun while jumping from cover to cover.

Wright put the last bullets in his magazine into the last man outside, who then collapsed to reveal Dino behind the car. Sighing, he reloaded, putting a fresh round into the empty chamber of the rifle.

"Everyone alright?" he asked, helping Fisher to his feet. "No one died during that little exchange?" He quickly reloaded his 1911 and put it back in its holster.

"Well fuck, what happened here?!" Dino aimed his shotgun at the ground as he walked toward the Sergent, "Who were these guys?"

"I've had worse." Vinny said to the sergeant. She checked out the window again before going over to the others.

"Wait one second!" Said Caesar, running outside. He saw the bleeding man crawling away when he withdrew his machete. He struck down once, partially severing the neck. His second slice cut the man's head clean off.

As he walked back in the building, he looked at Fisher. "You okay?" Caesar took an unbroken bottle of gin from the bar and gave it to Fisher. "You earned this one."

"This, Dino," Wright began, feeling his vest, "was us violently announcing to the Russians that we're not putting up with their shit.

"I think I've had worse, but I'll be alright, thanks," Fisher said, downing a drink. Rubbing the right side of his face, he noticed some had leaked out the hole in his face. "Motherfuck..." Inspecting his rifle, he saw the stock was broken from where the bullet had exited. Sighing, he took another drink.

"Oh shit," Wright muttered, chuckling. "Hey Dave, your tires are wasted." Fisher walked over to see the melted tires on his armored Cadillac CTS. He downed his third drink. "Alright, guys, hop into the Escalade, some of us need doctors. All the gun cases should fit into the back. If your car's here and you're okay, though, the night's yours." As Wright and Fisher walked outside, rifles in the open, the fires had died down due to a fire hydrant breaking open from the gunfire, and a crowd had gathered nearby.

-Get in the Escalade
-Head out on your vehicle, or bum a ride
-Walk home
-Interact with the crowd somehow
-Other

"Hey," said Caesar, standing outside of the Escalade. "I'm not taking any chances of you guys being ambushed in the hospital. I'm coming with you." Caesar jumped in passenger seat of the car. "Plus, I blew up my car, I ain't getting home any way else."

"Nah I'm gonna just drive my car, its in fine condition. Anybody need a ride?" Dino asked as he slowly backed away, "I live not to far away, but I can give a ride if someone needs it, hows about you Vinnie? I wont try no moves or nothing I swear!"

"Shame on you" said The Steve with a grin, "The lady has her own motorbike. And though I'm also going to the hospital, I'll travel on foot, thanks. Not that I'm avoiding you, of course"

"No thanks honey." She said to Dino, "Like The Steve said, I've got my bike, I don't wanna leave her here outside the club." She smiled at both the men, and went outside to get on her motorbike, ready to follow the Escalade.

"I got to drive my route in a couple hours. I don't have time to go to the hospital." Said Viktor. "Is it possible that you could give me a ride Dino?"

"Ya sure Viktor, get on in and lets go, I am fuckin tired."

Dino and Viktor sped off toward Dino's house.

"Hey, Dave," Wright began, "go ahead and lay down in the back, man. You could probably use the rest." Walking to the driver's door, he pulled a fragment of the plate out and then checked to make sure no bullets were in his chest. "Okay, people, we have a wounded man and some assault rifles. Please get out of the road so we can get to the hospital!" The crowd made an opening for the bullet-ridden Escalade and red motorbike, so the two headed off to Life's Hope Hospital.

"So, Caesar, your background check mentioned you worked in a prison, and then you kinda dropped off the radar. Care to fill in a few blanks?"

-RP with whoever you're with
-Post that you're going to work, sleeping, or whatever and wait for the next real update that I can think of

goat:

"Fisher wanted them there to try and grab a Russian gunman," the officer quickly explained. "Said some shit might go down at the Silver Wolf, and he really didn't want this guy fucking up his night. He just said to look out for any cars going way too fast, didn't know what car the big guy drives. Can you let me go so I can open this?"

"Andrews, that firefight at the Silver Wolf started again, and now the guys outside are shooting into the place. Still leave it, or can we go in?" the radio buzzed. Andrews waves the packet again.

-Let him go
-Open it yourself
-Try again to see if he set you up
-Other

Raoul sighed and let the man go before smacking him in the face and knocking him out.

Raoul then jumped back into his car and headed towards the Silver Wolf, carefull to stay under the speed limit this time.

"Well," Caesar started. "That's a part of my life I'm not too proud of." He looked down at his gun.

"You see, I was approached by a member of the Russian Mafia when I was working at the prison. He paid me. A lot. I carried out some hits for him on the inside. Wasn't too hard. Poisoned somebody's food here. Stabbed a guy through the bars there. Most of the time, I just staged an escape attempt. Eventually, the police got wise to what I was doing, so I ran. Changed my name to Antonio, and performed more basic hits. I was one of the prize hitmen for the Russian Mafia for many years. That is... until... Well, I quit. They weren't that happy about that. So I had to go even farther into hiding. Changed my name again, this time to Caesar, and disappeared completely. Even my wife doesn't know where I am... A few years passed, and I decided to join the Company. I am 67 years old. I have spent all my life killing people. I want to make at least one major impact on the criminal world before I die. I want to rise up through the ranks. Prove that the old ways still work. I just don't want to die a normal man, sitting in his own piss, praying that every breath he takes will be his last."

Caesar laughed for a while. "I guess I just want to get the adrenaline pumping."

"Don't worry, we're all hoping for some more nights like tonight," Wright joked. "Man, we're all ex-Rangers, and we love that adrenaline, too. Didn't part with the Army on the best terms, though, so we all just scrambled to figure something out. Hall mentioned he was from around here, so we set up shop and started taking over. We're gonna look like it, but we're not bad guys. We just agreed that this place needs some thieves with some honor among them." Sighing, he eyed the silver wedding band on his left hand.

"You should get your wife back. Maybe wait until after we've taken care of the Russians around here, but I bet you miss her. I'm just glad I got to live to see mine tonight."

Arriving at the Silver Wolf, Raoul parks to see police taping off the scene and paramedics taking away some bodies.

"Alright, people," an officer yells, "I know your lives are boring as hell, but just stay behind the damn tape. We gotta figure out what happened, so if any witnesses wouldn't mind giving a statement, please come forward." The Starbucks a few buildings down clearly has a ton of business, with people buying warm drinks to observe the investigation.

-Get a drink
-Ask an officer what happened
-Call Fisher for an update
-Other

Raoul took out his mobile and punched Fisher's number in.

"What the hell happened?" He yelled into the phone when someone picked it up.

"It's Wright. Fisher's not really in a condition to talk, but people started shooting, fire was involved, and we're headed to the hospital to get him patched up. Now you better learn not to fucking yell at a superior, or we'll have some problems. Hell, we have some, anyways, since he never got a call he ordered someone to give him, but we'll deal with that tomorrow." Wright hung up the phone.

-Try to call back
-Head to the bar
-Head home for the night
-Other

The Steve wandered away form the Silver Wolf, with no clear aim in mind. Knowing the police would be looking for suspects, he decided to do what they least expected a guilty man to do: nothing. He went across the street into Starbucks, bought a coffee, and sat at one of the outside tables, watching the police arrive.

Seeing a car pull up, he was surprised to see someone from the bar(Raoul) get out and speak into a phone. Making his way over, he said "Hey, what are you doing round here? The fight's over, and if anything , we should be leaving"

Caesar was sitting in the hospital with Wright when he decided to strike up a conversation.

"So... Who runs the Company?" he asked. "Or are you five sergeants it? In which case, has there ever been a power struggle in the Company?"

"Nah, Captain Hall's in charge. He was the company commander, and a damn good one, so we thought it appropriate. We mostly follow him out of respect, though, cause he hasn't been the same since that fucking RPG..." Wright trailed off, a look of sadness on his face.

"Anyways, you guys met the First Sergeant, the guy who briefed you in the bar. Bad mother fucker if I ever saw one. And there's Lieutenant Voris, who does the logistics, really, but he's still pretty good. It's kinda weird going from the Rangers to organized crime, but we trust Hall. He's got something on his mind, and we're gonna see it through." Wright nods over at Vinny, who is sitting on the other side of him from Caesar.

"I wish all our wives were as cool about this as she is, but they're just normal women. We're kinda surprised they're still around, knowing what we do now. Guess they trust Hall, too."

"You're lucky you have a leader like that. The Russians, at least when I worked for them, had no leadership. Every other week you'd see a power struggle. It was madness."

"You can't rule a city when you can't even rule your own people. That's a fact." Caesar looked over at Fisher.

"You think he's gonna make it? He got shot in the neck back there. Back in my day, that was a death sentence."

"He'll be in here a few days, bullet just grazed him, but he'll live." Wright looked into the hospital room at Fisher. "It's just a flesh wound, huh, Dave?" Fisher flipped him off, and Wright just laughed. "But yeah, military tends to make you trust the guy in charge, when he's calling in air strikes to keep your ass alive." Two police officers walked over, not bothered by the assault rifles.

"Sergeant Wright?" one asked, and Wright nodded. "I'm Officer Keller and he's Lofton, Bournewood PD. You want us to watch him for the night? You guys look pretty damn tired."

"I'm staying here, can't leave my Battle Buddy while he's wounded. Vinny, Caesar, you two have the night off, and we'll call if we need you, alright?" Standing up, Wright pulled out his phone and dialed as he walked into the room. "Lady, gentlemen, goodnight. Hey honey. Yeah, we messed up that bar, but we're okay..."

-Head home
-Go somewhere in the city
-Stay at the hospital
-Other

"Oh, hi."

Raoul listened to what The Steve had to say and then nodded.

"Ok, but where do we go? Is there another 'safe-house' somewhere?"

"I don't know. Most of the recruits have gone to the hospital. Perhaps we should report to one of the Sergeants?"

"Right... Do you know where the Sergeants are?"