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“JUST MERCENARY THINGS”

As the war of the Triads and The Yakuza began to heat up, Cabbie found herself escalating her own war on both groups. With the two more or less tied up with one another, it became harder to get at the top dogs as they surrounded themselves with muscle. Meaning Cabbie had to bring more firepower. However, her resources were running dry. Her stock was only so extensive and buying large amount of ammunition was something that was easily traced and going through black market channels opened her up to Yakuza and Triads. Meaning she had to go talk to the one person she knew would not rat her out, and still sell her stuff at a reasonable price. She had to go see the one person who got under her skin more than anyone else.

Robby “The Fingers” Hewlet. Grade A bastard, gunrunner for mercs all over the states and beyond, wanted by the feds, tolerated by the more gunhappy and violent of vigilantes because he sells at a fair price and only to “the right” side. Working strictly with hardware, he does not peddle drugs, he does not deal in people and he doesn’t deal information. He only provides guns and nothing but.

Robby was a tricky son of a bitch however, with the moral flexibility of a kleptomaniac spider. Kaya only ever bought from him when she had no other choice, because he insisted of trying to get her into the merc game. Especially after he found out she was a meta. But she had little choice for the moment, so she drove down the abandoned trainstation just outside city limits. 

The place was a ruin, and the long long staircase down to the discontinued subway station of what was meant to have become Last Havens shiny new mercantile district lay silent around her as she stepped into the darkness. She found the little panel that allowed her to scan her fingerprint. All Robbys customers had their fingerprints scanned. In case of people being imposters. The small maintenance hatch opened with a hiss and she slid down into a well lit tunnel. She passed two armed guards halfway down the passage, both women, both armored like they were expecting a riot. 

They simply nodded at her as she stripped her gun of its magazine and showed that the chamber was empty. Going past a blue steel door and she stepped out into what was one of Robbies many business locales. Only Robbie knew were the actual stockpiles where. But he had a few choice pieces on display, like any good merchant of death.

“Kaya. Baby. Nice to see you.” He said, arms wide open. Robbie wasn’t fat, he wasn’t muscled either. He was just Robbie. He looked like a retired car salesman who decided to take vacation in country undergoing a civil war. His bright smile missed all kind of sincerity and the greed practically shone in his eyes.

“What brings you here.” Robbie said in that aggravating New Jersey dialect of his. It was put on, Robbie was from LA, but he liked watching Jersey Shore a bit too much.

“Ammunition” Kaya said, pulling up her gun.

“I remember you buying some not that long ago... “ Robbie said as he rubbed his chin.

“I’ve been busy.”  Kaya said as she lay her piece on the counter. “I am going to need a lot. Prolonged conflict numbers. For the HnK aswell as the 45.”

“..Are you starting a war.” Ronnie said as he looked over the list Kaya handed over. It contained everything from plastic explosives to armor piercing ammunition. Kaya was not taking any risks should she run into supernaturally armored foes.

“It has already started. I aim to end it.” Kaya muttered.

“Kaya. You know I have a soft spot for you, one vet to another. So I am saying this out of care and respect. Don’t fuck with the Jades on this one.”

“I can’t sit on the sidelines Robbie. The war is gonna get uglier and uglier. Jade or Yakuza, they all need to be put in a shallow grave.”

Robbie sighed. “Yeah. Allright. But if you go at this alone, you aint gonna live to see the end of it. You need help.“

“You know any reliable, lowkey heroes?”

“Better yet. A proffesional. Tie and all.”

“I dont know.” Kaya began.

“November. ”

There was a pause.

“I heard he was out.”

“Seems he was dealt a hand he has to play out. You both seem to have the same target.” Robbie said with shrug as he began to key in the ammunition order on his satellite phone. 

“He is here as It turns out. I had a feeling you two could benefit from a talk.”

--- Earlier, November’s POV --

It was dark. Expected, for nighttime, but this was an abandoned part of the city, damaged in whatever skirmish between Metas had taken place here. The street was in disrepair, the streetlamps were broken, and the buildings, rubble.

Driving through the ruined streets, Nick looked for the train station that marked Robby’s business. He had brought the man in, once, for gunrunning, but Robby somehow managed to get a good lawyer, and got off easy. Once he got out of prison, however, Nick started buying from him. He was a bounty hunter, after all. Couldn’t rely on self-defense weapons alone, especially in this city of freaks.

Finding his way through the ruined district, Nick drives to the train station, and parks outside, pulling up to a parking spot around the side. Next to him, in the passenger seat, his daughter, Abigail, lies sleeping, face pressed against the glass of the window.

Nudging her shoulder, Nick opens his car door. ”Abbie. C’mon, sweetie, we’re here.”

Yawning, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes, and gets out of the car, closing the door behind her. Locking the car behind him, Nick enters the train station, and descends into blackness. 

Passing through the scanner, and helping Abbie down the maintenance hatch, Nick sighs as he reaches the two guards. Pulling off his duffel, he opens it, and kicks it to the guards, for them to check. Removing the magazine of his pistols, and putting them in his pocket, he reholsters the guns. Moving the SPAS-12 around, so they could check the empty chamber, Nick waited, cool look on his face. This was necessary, if annoying.

Finished with their examination, they tossed him his duffel, nodding. Walking past the two, Nick enters the display room, nodding to the man within. 

”Robbie. How’s the wife?”

“Novembeeeer” Robbies’ eyes lit up. “Wendy? Same as usual, sour and loving. Like spoiled, sweetened milk. How the hell are you? What brings you to my humble shop?” The man spoke, grabbing the other man’s hand in a iron grip. The kind of handshake only a retired navy seal could possess.

Returning the tight grip, Nick gives him a firm handshake, and then lets go. ”I’ve got to collect on some of the gear and ammo I sent out an order for. You know, the cache I asked you to sit on.”

“You’re really back? I thought I was seeing things when you sent me the message.” The arms dealer said. “I thought you were gone for good.”

Sighing, Nick motions to Abbie, who is looking at a nearby gun case. ”I thought I was too. That was, until two of Tao Yu’s street racers broke in, and tried to take my daughter. You know about her… condition.”

Leaning against the wall, Nick glowers, voice a dangerous growl. ”So, I’m going to make sure they never come after her again.”

“I would never argue with an angry father. But the Jade Spiders are no small feat. You’re going to need a lot more firepower.” There was an electronic chime. Indicating another customer was arriving. 

”My stuff in the back? I’d rather get to work as soon as possible. Time is money, after all,” Nick says, motioning towards the room behind Robbie, a storage room behind the display/sale room.

“Yeah. Time is money.” Robbie said with a hum. “If you hang back a bit. There might be someone I’d like you to meet.”  Robbie said with a look of deep pondering. A look foreign to that face, judging from his frown.

“November! There is someone you ‘ought to meet!” Came Robbie’s voice from the other room.

Looking up from the gun he was cleaning, a UMP-45, Nick warily looks through the doorway, hand on the pistol at his waist. Robbie wouldn’t sell him out, he knew better, but he could be put up to something, or there was someone that could get inside without him hearing. 

Looking out into the display room, Nick saw Robbie standing with a tough-looking, rather beaten up woman. Exiting the storeroom, and motioning for Abbie to stay put, Nick sizes up the woman, looking her up and down.

”Hello. I’m November. Robbie, why do you want me to meet her?”

“Kaya. This is november. November, This is Kaya.”

Kaya stared November down. The man dressed the part, she had to admit. She looked like she had been through a brawl. Which was accurate to be fair. The thai woman raised a eyebrow. Robbie cleared his throat.

“Kaya has been fighting the Triads for a while now.” Robbie said but Kaya cut him off. She stepped up and offered her hand for a shake. “You can call me Cabbie. I thought in Burma and Mayanar, black ops stuff mainly.” She pointed to the tattoo on her shoulder. “Came back home to find Triads crawling all over my old neighbourhood. So I began to clean them out but now I got the Yakuza to deal with to.” She took a long look at him then continued. “I got plenty of friends still in field, word was that you were out of the game. If you are hunting Triads like I am, that makes my life a whole lot easier.” 

Contemplating her statement, Nick thought about her implied offer. November worked alone nowadays; always had ever since he left the LHPD. However, he would not deny that having another gun with him would be helpful, especially another ex-spec ops soldier.

Nodding slowly, Nick took her hand, and shook it.  “Alright. I accept your offer. ‘Nother gun never hurts, especially ex-military. Since we’re telling each other our stories, I’m ex-SEAL, mostly served in the Desert. Came home, joined the LHPD, settled down. Been bounty hunting for the last few years. Now, Triads are coming after my girl here.”

Patting Abbie on the back, he placed a hand on her shoulder and looked at Kaya questioningly. “Since you’ve been fighting them for a while, got any locations we can hit? I could find out, make a plan, but you’re the one with experience dealing with them.”

“As a matter of fact. Yes. I got blindsided by a meta a few months back down at the docks. I was looking into the real cargo behind some very skilfully faked digital shipping manifests. Whatever is down at the docks, it is big for either side.” She said, stroking her chin. “We are gonna need c4…”

She drummed her a fingers. “A shitload of C4”
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