jikan_rpg | Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

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Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)

⌛ Who: Kinn, Vegas, Pete? Mafia crew?
⌛ What: Fixing up the Hotel California
⌛ When: Mid-November
⌛ Where: At the future site of Hotel California--in the Kohaku territory
⌛ Warnings: Injury and things associated with that. Blood, swearing, blah blah blah. Kizuna break. VEGAS BEING NICE

Today was the day Kinn needed to assess which walls needed to be done over completely. There was one large section of the wall that Kinn had chosen to be something of an onsen and workout area that was going to need to be replaced. Everything had rotted out so badly that the only recourse was to tear the worst bits down and then patch it up. Or maybe he would put a door in that spot. He should put a door in that spot! It would make things easier and having a door opening out to the courtyard area wasn't a bad thing. Especially if this place would have guests one day.

As he hefted the sledgehammer to knock out another piece of timber, he felt it. It was a gunshot--who the fuck was shooting at him here?! He felt that 'bullet' rip right through his shoulder and he gave a strangled cry, the sledgehammer hitting something he hadn't intended and knocking out a weight-bearing post, causing the rest of the wall to crumble, hitting his head and back until the roar in his ears deafened him. Another snap, this time said bullet was in his arm-and Kinn cried out, struggling to get up and fight, confused as to where the attack is coming from. Was it an attack? He usually was more observant about his surroundings than this! What the hell happened?

Still in major pain (almost climbing to 'stepping on a lego' level,) Kinn struggled to get up. HIs left shoulder and forearm were on fire and throbbing, with the rest of his body feeling like it had gone through a rock tumbler. As the dust settled, he realized he was pinned a bit by the debris of the wall, and any way to contact for help was... it wasn't here, at least.

Fuck.

Kinn groaned, letting his head drop back as he felt some dizziness overcome him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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Pete took the help and got himself to a better angle. Squinting, he looked inside and studied the interior. Of course he was looking for the girls but he also calculated in where all the gang members were as well as how to get in and how to get out. Safely. Spotting the two little heads, he nodded then hopped down.

Getting out the map again, he started pointing to places on the square that was representing where they were to explain entrances, approximate locations of gang members, and where he'd seen the girls. Then he looked at Vegas' face. "I think that the safest way to get them given the layout is to quietly take each person out at a time until we get to the office. Then we can go loud to bust inside."

But if Vegas had other ideas then he was ready to listen to those too. They were in this together.

Quietly. Well, since they didn't have silencers for their guns, that meant cutting throats. Ruthless, sure, but also efficient. That would definitely send a message, too. He's sure Pete's had plenty of experience through his bodyguard work, but he had to ask anyway.

"You ever slit a man's throat before?"

Pete shouldered his gun properly so it could be grabbed if needed but it wouldn't get in his way as he got out his knife. He held it as he looked at Vegas right in the eye.

"Remember how you commented that you thought a guy was about to get you from behind but then you couldn't find him when you turned around when we got rid of that other gang?" Pete held up his blade and there was a small spark of insanity in his eyes as he smiled.

Did that answer his question?

Hot.

Someone's getting his clothes ripped off as soon as they have some privacy.

But that's for later. Vegas was notable please and more than a little relieved that he didn't have to worry about Pete hesitating. Hesitating on that particular way to kill someone could cost them the element of surprise. Vegas nodded to Pete and let his face grow more serious.

"Where do you wanna go in? I'll follow your lead since you got a look in there."

Pete looked at the square on the map again then thought about it a bit. In order to be quiet as possible and take out people and leave only a weak one alive... The weakest members would be the ones guarding the front door. You kept the strongest closest to the leader and the prize.

He looked up at the window again.

"That window. If I go in first I can help you get up from the other side. Then we can take them out one by one. There's two guards at the front but they're sure to be the weakest so we can deal with them right before we get the girls. It'll give us time to make sure they don't see any bodies too."

Vegas followed Pete's eyes to the window, then nodded. It was a good plan. They could take out the tougher guys before hitting the weaker grunts. Which would be best for letting one of them survive.

"Alright," he agreed with a nod. "Let's do this."

Nodding, Pete went to get back into position to get boosted up. Using a knife, he pried the window open then slipped inside. Landing quietly on the platform inside, he looked around to make sure the coast was clear before he reached out to help get Vegas inside.

Once they were both there, he looked around to check the best path then nodded to the stairs next to Vegas. But he also pointed to where the girls where so that way his husband would be aware of where they needed to go last.

As soon as Vegas was inside, he had his knife in hand. He met Pete's gaze and nodded. Surprise was key to this mission. One warning cry and those girls' lives could be cut very, very short. That wasn't an option as far as Vegas was concerned. They weren't here just to kill a bunch of folks. They were here to rescue those kids.

Knife at the ready, he went down the stairs with Vegas quietly. The first chance he got, he took someone down and hauled them out of the way. It would take longer to do it this way but between him and his husband he knew it would be sped up. So Pete just focused on being careful, clearing out people one at a time and trusting Vegas to do the same. This would have been easier if they could shoot people but it put the girls too much at risk.

At least like this they could clear out the warehouse first. And stack the bodies out of sight for when it was time to get the girls.

All the while, Pete kept an eye on the office, making sure the couple of guys he saw in there had no idea what was going on out here.

It would've been easier and quicker if they could just come in guns blazing. Alas, that wasn't the safest route for them or the girls. Noise would draw attention. So each person Vegas snuck behind was silenced with ruthless efficiency: a hand over the mouth and one quick, deep cut to sever the vocal cords... as everything else in the way of them. It was moving the bodies to a place where the blood wouldn't seep into view that took the bulk of the time. They had time as long as they remained undetected.

Edited (typo, ofc) 2022-12-07 05:52 (UTC)

When he thought they'd cleared the warehouse, he signaled to Vegas that he was going to take care of the guards outside. His husband would be able to make sure there was no one else around and then they could go for the girls. Figure out the best way to get in and attack without traumatizing children. But first...

Slipping outside, he was quick to knock the one that was clearly the youngest out before cutting into the throat of the other. Moving them both out of the way, he made sure no one else was around before heading back in to find his husband.

When he did, he studied the office. "I can get in through the window to cover the girls with my jacket. That way you can get rid of the boss and his guard more freely."

He even held out his knife to give Vegas another weapon to make it easier.

While Pete was dealing with the exterior guard, Vegas made another careful pass through the warehouse. There wasn't anyone that they missed wandering around. Just a couple piles of bodies. Someone else could deal with that mess.

He recognized the quiet footfalls of his husband when Pete returned. There was no doubt in his mind that Pete completed what he set out to do without incident. He was, after all, a damn good bodyguard.

"At this point, can I just shoot them?"

He knew what was going to be even more satisfying for his husband. He pocketed his knife then took the shotgun off of his shoulder to hand to him. Yes, he could shoot them now and Pete would make sure the girls didn't see a thing.

"Give me five seconds after I get in the window. Then have fun."

Vegas nodded, taking the shotgun. He had his own pistol with him, but he wasn't satisfied with the accuracy of it, yet. More practice and he could correct that issue. But that was for another time. If he just wanted to torment these guys, not having an accurate shot would be fine. However, Vegas just wanted to wrap this up so they could get those kids back to their family.

"Tell them to cover their ears if you can."

"I will."

Taking is jacket off, he studied the window and slowly slid it open. When the coast was clear he slipped inside and went straight to the girls. "Hi there. I'm Pete and I'm getting you back to your grandfather. Do me a favor and close your eyes really tight and cover your ears."

With a smile so sweet and a face that friendly, they were quick to nod and do as they were told as he covered their heads with his jacket and then covered them with his own body. He'd been heard by the two behind him but he knew Vegas would take care of them. So they weren't worth his time to pay attention to.

Once Pete vanished through the window, Vegas counted to himself. One. Two. Three. Got the shogun braced against his shoulder. Four. Five. Go!

Confident that Pete's had the time he needs to secure the girls and seeing no sign that he's been detected by the assholes inside the office, Vegas came out of his hiding spot. He kicked the door open and fired twice, one at the guard and then at the boss. Both went down without a fuss, but one was still gurgling as he died. So, to spare the girls from hearing that, he took the pistol from the waist of his pants and put a bullet in his heart.

"Clear."

Even with their ears covered the sound was still scary. Pete couldn't blame them for flinching and one of them letting out a little scream. But he held them tight to his chest until his husband gave the clear. Then he ducked his head under the jacket and tapped them. When they looked up with tears in their eyes, he gave them both big smiles.

"Okay. Let's get you home to your grandpa. Close your eyes and then count to ten. Can you do that for me?"

Once he had a nod and they started counting, he put one on each hip then immediately carried them out of the office so they'd never see the bodies. Looking to Vegas, he nodded. His husband was going to have to be protection duty because his arms were full but he knew he could trust him.

Then he proceeded to start making friends with the scared girls as they walked, finding out all the things that made them happy. Their favorite colors, what they liked to do for fun... One would never know that he'd just helped to slaughter half the people in that building to save these girls.

Vegas nodded and moved beside them. He kept his eyes open for anyone they may have missed or who was alerted by the gunfire. He kept looking around, ahead and behind them, to make sure no one approached. They made it outside without any trouble, so they did a good job in clearing the place out.

Once they were a block or two away, Vegas let some of his guard down, but not all of it. They weren't going to be completely safe for a while. Not until word started getting around that Waisu and his family and business were under Theerapanyakul protection.

"We'll need to check back to make sure everything's okay." He meant with the bone-setter and his family.

"Did you hear that, girls? Vegas-chan and Pete-chan are going to keep checking up on you to make sure you are having so much fun with your grandpa!"

That was not at all what Vegas meant but it was what the girls would understand. More than that they were utterly delighted to find out that they got to call these two men but such cute honorifics. And of course, Pete just had to make it better.

Or worse depending on who you asked.

"When we get there there's a man with a hurt arm. He's Kinn-chan and he's going to make sure with us that your family is safe. And with him will be someone with very pretty hair named Riley-chan!" As the girls started talking about that, Pete looked at his husband and nodded. Yes, they'd definitely do regular look ins to make sure they were alright.

Vegas glowered at him. Of all the honorifics to pick, he had to use that one? The disrespect! Still, it was probably making the girls feel more at ease so he'd forgive it. But Pete? He's gonna get fucked extra soft just for that! Forget tearing his clothes off as soon as they're in private!

Pete knew that the honorific would likely annoy Vegas and Kinn. And he was pleased to see it working. Still, he knew he could get away with it because it made the girls so happy. If it weren't for that he never would have. So Pete smiled back at him then chattered away with the girls until they got to Waisu's place.

Setting the girls down, he walked in with them then set them loose to go run to their grandfather and embrace the poor crying man who was just so happy to see them.

Kinn had been waiting with Waisu, deciding that he could so something by supporting the old man as they waited. Waisu fed him tea, Riley had come when called to cuddle up against him, and Kinn managed to not pace around and sit still. What he couldn't bear was Riley being on his still functioning side. It was a simple enough request to have the young man lean against his left side even if it sent his arm throbbing.

It was worth waiting for Pete and Vegas return with the twins in their presence. It was equally good to watch the reunion, a fond smile forming on Kinn's lips as it happened. The only time the smile faded was when he looked up to both Pete and Vegas, checking for wounds, quirking a brow if he noted blood on them. Was it theirs?

There were rather blood-free, all things considered. Their efforts had been toward not traumatizing the girls even more. There may have been some staining Vegas' right sleeve, but the shirt was dark enough that it was hard to tell. Definitely not his and he gave a nod to Kinn as if convey that. But he'll leave Pete to do any explaining since it was his contacts and their good-will that made this easier.

Pete nodded to Kinn to let him know that he was okay. Any splatters he had weren't his or Vegas'. They'd made sure of that. Then he nodded to Riley who gave a little wave before Pete went over to Kinn's good side so that way he could whisper to him what went down.

They'd gone to Kosaku-san who had given them better information in exchange for them doing exactly what they'd done. Take out the gang. They left the weakest member alive to send a message and made sure the girls didn't witness any bodies or violence.

With that, he stepped back so that way Kinn could have the chance to look like the boss he was.

Kinn's eyes were on the tearful reunion, but his attention was all on Pete's report. If Riley went to try and listen in to the 'gossip,' Kinn was all business as he gestured briefly to stay in his seat. Everything was done exactly how he wanted it to. And why wouldn't it? Pete and Vegas weren't beginners in this game. And how two men, who had verbally repeated time and again they weren't going back to the mafia style of life, were right here with other people's blood speckling their clothes.

He wondered if his father would have condoned something like this. Then Kinn dismisses the thought. Father wasn't here, Kinn was, and he needed to make certain his people were safe here until they could get home again. They had a home, at least one business up and running, and were steadily working on protection. It was good enough for him.

They were still Mafia, but it had changed. Kinn thinks he likes it.

When the girls finally settled and were looking at him, Kinn smiled. "I'm so happy to see you two safe and with your papa," the twins brightened. And he had no idea which one was which. "My cousins and I would very much like to be friends, what do you think?"

After an impish exchange of looks, they girls chimed in, "Hai, Kinn-chan!" And then he was rushed. Waisu looked like he was about to have a heart attack when the girls climbed in for a hug, knowing who they were speaking to. Kinn waved the worry aside but threw Pete and Vegas an eyebrow. Kinn-chan, was it?

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