Red Dragon Guild’s Headquarter, Principality of Lior.
Changing Room.
July 8th, 1427.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Trystan looked at Livna, his hand moving closer to his sword as he scanned the room. “I see… You ended up doing it for the money anyway, didn't you?”
“...”
“Ummm.” Tina looked back and forth between Livna and Trystan. “You two know each other? If so I can help-”
“Don’t even think about reaching for your gun, Elysian.” Trystan warned her, ignoring the maid as his hand was already on his sword’s hilt. “You think I didn’t suspect you ever since I saw that thing on your hip?”
“What are you gonna do, playboy?” Livna mockingly asked him. “Gonna try to kill me again like at The Wyvern Tail’s tavern?”
Tina and the other maids in the room felt an uneasy feeling in their chest as they stood still. Silence began to creep in as Trystan and Livna stared each other down, their hands twitching next to their weapon.
“...”
“...”
Livna quickly pulled out her RS-46 PDW, racking it as she aimed it at Trysta-
“Kyaa!” Tina yelped.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING MOVE!” Trystan grabbed Tina, using the maid girl as cover as his sword edges closer to her neck. He observed Livna move her weapon around slightly, trying to follow her aiming as he began to back up to the door. “I knew it… You’re a spy from the Federation.”
“Stop moving, or I'll kill her too.” Livna warned him, turning the weapon’s laser pointer to the visible spectrum as she tried to stabilize her aim.
“You can’t order me, bitch.” Trystan smirked confidently, inching his sword against Tina’s neck as blood began to drop down.
Livna didn’t expect this. There was nothing about the Cotris having a son in the briefing they gave to her. She cursed the sloppy bunch who composed the briefing, missing out such a crucial yet obvious detail. Was it because they have no record of this world, or because of pure incompetent that led to this?
“Young master! Please…! Let me go…!” Tina begged him as she tried to pull him away. “I’m sorry for whatever I did…!”
Livna pressed against her earpiece before returning to her PDW, popping two shots into the ceiling to the confusion and terror of the maids inside.
“Final warning, Trystan.” She gave him a death glare. “Let her go.”
“Since you’re here,” Trystan bit his lip, stopping next to the closed wooden exit door. “I supposed my father is dead, isn’t he? Why else would an Elysian be here of all places?”
“...”
Trystan stood in silence as he gave out a mournful look before his eyes fumed with rage and hatred, directing it at Livna. “That means you’ve killed him. Good. Since that makes me the Guild Master now…”
PSSH!
Livna quickly took a shot at his hand while he was monologuing, which knocked the sword off before she charged at him. She grabbed Tina, pushing the maid girl aside as she flipped Trystan over to his-
“Not this time, bitch!” Trystan regained momentum, using his leg against the wall to push Livna into the opposite wall, causing her to yelp in pain.
He grabbed her arm, pulling it up as he gave her a hard kick into the belly as she flung her back against the wall, causing Liv to drop the gun and her mitznefet on the ground.
“What’s the matter? Not feeling well?” Trystan pulled her up by the shirt, standing her up against the wall.
“H-how did you…?” Livna mumbled, coughing a bit of blood from the hard kick into her gut. She tried to move against him, but found herself unable to as the hard kick knocked most of her strength out.
Trystan held up a bracelet wrapped around his hand, glowing a mix of green and purple. “Magical artifact, makes the wearer stronger physically apparently. I came prepared this time. After you kicked my ass inside that tavern, I vowed vengeance.” His smile turned psychotic before giving her a punch to the gut. “Didn’t think it would come so quickly!”
He punched her gut again repeatedly until blood began to spew out from her mouth. Satisfied, Trystan grabs Liv’s chin after making sure that she couldn’t move at all.
“Tina.” He called for the maid he had just threatened with death. “Bring me the aphrodisiac vials. I wanna enjoy this bitch before I send her to the soil.”
Tina coughed, her hand still covering the bloodied neck caused by Trystan’s sword. “I…I don’t-” She mumbled painfully, on the verge of tears as she had her back against the wall. Several other maid girls surrounded her, helping to stop the bleeding.
“TINA!” Trystan yelled at her. “BRING. IT. TO. ME. NOW. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
The maids looked at him in disgust, with one of the girls standing up to cover for Tina. “You’re going too far, Young Master. I cannot allow you to hurt her like this, she’s like family to us.” She said in a serious tone.
“...”
“...”
Trystan looked back at them with a neutral expression, dropping Livna’s body as she lumped down to the floor. He reached downward, grabbing Livna’s RS-46 PDW as he aimed it at the maid girls in the room. “Fine. So be it. I’ll grab it myself.”
“What are you doing…? Wait…! NO!” The half a dozen girls yelped in terror as Trystan unloaded the rest of the weapon’s 40 rounds magazine into them, each one falling to the floor in pain before quickly finished off by one of the dozen subsonic pieces of lead flying against them. Blood oozes out from each of the bodies, staining the meticulously kept carpet with a mix of bright and darker red color.
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“Hm. Interesting weapon… gotta get myself one someday.” Trystan comments, dropping the smoking PDW on the floor next to the dead bodies of the maids.
He noticed that Livna was crawling towards the window, quickly putting his feet on to her before flipping her over to inspect her. “Damn. You’re hot.”
“Yeah. I have had that thought too, asshole.” A voice suddenly spoke from outside the window, prompting him to investigate. A black-colored crossbow suddenly appeared from above as a bearded man lowered himself down to the window from the outside to Trystan’s shock.
“Catch this for me.” The bearded man said to him, firing an arrow bolt into Trystan’s face.
He quickly catched the arrows mid-air before throwing it on the ground, pulling his sword out.
“NOW! LIV!” The bearded man yelled from the top of his lung, prompting Livna to pull out a detonator from behind her back as she flipped it on.
Holding the detonator in her hand, Livna clicked on it twice. “Lehitra'ot, motherfucker.”
BOOM!
The makeshift IED made from AMRA’s Energy Gem and Wind Gem - previously planted near the window - blew up in a powerful burst of energy, followed by typhoon-like winds in all directions. The door blew out along with the window as well as the wall where the window is located in the room. The strong winds blew Trystan off the building at high speed, before he even realized what had happened.
“AAAAHHHHH!!!” Trystan yelled in terror as he fell off the 6th floor of the building, hitting the roof of an adjacent round with his head. The hit was severe, breaking his neck and killing him in an instant as his body hit the ground, gathering crowds below who were shocked at the dead body fallen from the sky, not to mention part of the headquarters building had been blown off.
After the dust settled, Kreuger hopped into the building as he lifted Livna’s lumped body up, which had become tired from holding on to the cabinets and other furniture in order to not be blown away like Trystan did. “I got you, Liv. You alright?”
“What… do you think, boss?” She coughs out blood. “I think I haven’t had that kind of beating since bootcamp at that site...”
“I’m sorry for beating you up like this back then, Liv.” Kreuger said, swinging her arm around his shoulder. “Orders were orders.”
Sasha hopped down, checking the maids’ pulse as he turned Tina’s body around, which was fortunately left almost unscathed by the IED’s explosion unlike the rest of the maid staff, in which some were blown to other parts of the room. He puts his hand on her neck to check the pulse, before closing both of her widened eyes using his hand. “She’s dead, boss. Light’s out.”
“We gotta move. Tell Overwatch to execute plan number 4.” Kreuger pulled several patches out of his pocket, which carried Golden Stone guild insignias and several forged members' items belonging to the Golden Stone guild as well. He drops them on the ground, making sure that they are littered everywhere.
“From now on, we’re not Azurian adventurers, we’re Golden Stone guild members.” He announced to Sasha and Livna, pulling out his pistol. “Let’s get outta here.”
Sasha dropped the crossbow, pulling out an RS-9 SMG from his back pocket. “I’ll clear a path, boss.”
– –
“This is Overwatch. You got around forty hostiles coming your way. Northwest direction.”
“CLEAR!” Sasha yelled as he quickly dropped the magazine down, pulling another one out of his back pocket before inserting it into the submachine gun. “THIS IS FUBAR! THIS IS CLEARLY FUCKING FUBAR!”
Kreuger threw an injured Livna onto the back of the truck, grabbing a custom built R-25 assault rifle hidden inside a chest as he readied it. “Hang on, Liv!” He yelled, firing the assault rifle at the sword and spear-wielding guards.
Blood splattered everywhere, with sounds of gunfire echoing throughout the street as scared civilians ran away from the fighting or covering their ears. Arrows flew overhead, some barely missing Kreuger as he returned fire, quickly tapping the archers with accurate bursts of 5.56x45mm rounds.
The sudden appearance of Trystan fucked up their plan entirely. Kreuger was puzzled at Cotris’s mentioning of a son while raping Seren, but paid little attention to it while talking to Overwatch. Now they’re paying the price, all because he didn’t think it through. Why didn’t the FSS give him better information? Or were they so rushy as to rely on the operators themselves to gather information? Judging by the urgency of their deployment, Kreuger guessed it was the latter.
“Covering fire!” He switched to another magazine, dropping another few guards. The arrow fire slowed down, prompting him to turn to Sasha. “Get us outta here!” Kreuger yelled.
“Got it!” Sasha quickly hopped in the driver seat, turning the keys as the engine rumbled to life. He turns off the headlight in particular, switching to the IR headlight instead as he flipped down his monocular night vision device.
The small truck sped forward, turning into a series of tight alleyways and small roads throughout the mining town. Several guards chased after them on horses, only to lose track after a short while.
– –
Sasha drove the truck to a more desolate area - a nearby empty mineshaft, where Kreuger quickly changed the vehicle’s license plate and put a tarp over the rear bed while Sasha disembarked from the driver seat, spraying some new paints on the truck to make it look different from what it was before.
“Hell of a day huh, Kreuger…?” Livna mumbled, her hand covering her bruised belly as she coughed a bit. “You said orders were orders… but you did beat me up without hesitation then.”
Kreuger grabbed the portable computer and a couple of Life Gem batteries, plugging it into the magical device before wrapping it around Livna’s body. He flipped it on, leaning against the truck bed as he let out a long sigh of exhaustion. Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up before taking a long puff. “I said I’m sorry, didn’t I? And call me ‘boss’, Liv.”
“Don’t feel like it…” Livna relaxed her body as the arcane energy ran through her, with the pain slowly dying out. “I don’t really like having to call you ‘boss’ anymore, Kreuger.”
Kreuger took another puff. “Well, suit yourself.”
He thought of what Livna had said earlier in the day, after Kreuger had met Cotris. “You said while drunk that ‘there’s no going home, or to heaven for any of us’. Maybe it’s true. We don’t deserve to go to heaven.” He stated, turning to Liv. “‘Home’, huh? Do we ever have a home of our own? We’re Stalkers, Liv. We’re meant to finish the dirty job so that people behind us can live in peace. What happens to us doesn’t matter.”
Livna wrapped a blanket around herself. “I don’t wanna go out like this.” She mumbled. “I want to have a life as well. We’ve been in the 101st for over ten years and killed hundreds of people for those who will never know or remember our existence. I don’t want to die as a killer.”
“What do you have in mind?” Kreuger asked her gently.
“I don’t know… maybe an actor?” Livna guessed, smiling lightly as she imagined herself as the main female lead in a movie she watched before she was deployed here.
Kreuger chuckled. “Well, I suppose you could make it as one. You got the skill set… and the looks, Liv.”
Livna lifted her head up from the blanket, giving Kreuger a questioning side-eye. “What do you mean by that?”
“Uhhh…” Kreuger looked away slightly, recalling what Livna had worn before infiltrating Cotris’s penthouse as he began to tap his foot.
“Wipe that out of your head. Now.” Livna ordered him as she used her hand to cover her breasts, leaning away from him slightly.
“Too late.” Kreuger crackled, turning into laughter. “Already buried in my mind. Haha.”
“Jeez…” Livna sighs. “I’ll get back at you later.”
Sasha flipped the canvas cover open, peering his head through the back. “I called airlift. That's our ticket out of here. Overwatch said that Red Dragon Guild's guards are searching the only two routes out of the mines so we’ll have to be repositioned via choppers.”
“You sure they couldn’t see the helo approaching?” Kreuger asked him, worried about being spotted.
“Short time window, thirty seconds tops.” Sasha answered. “Though I bet I can do it in twenty. Most of the people here are asleep either way, and this mine is fucking huge. I doubt they’ll even see the Narwhals coming.”
“This is Warbird 1-1, approaching the LZ. ETA two minutes. Hurry up, Stalkers. Double time it.” The voice over the radio said.
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