@Ordure@UlstermannWhoever or whatever this French Revolution was (Boss honestly didn't know what either word meant) they really needed to work on who they trusted with their secrets. Who knows what things a man like Jimbo would reveal under actual torture; Boss assumed a whole lot. Unfortunately by the time Boss was done mulling this thought over Jimbo had already retreated to the safety of his backroom after finishing his rant like confession; quickly locking Boss out before he could get another word in. The real kicker, Boss thought, was Jimbo would have probably been the perfect man to fix his almost sinking ship.
With a heavy sigh Boss turned to look at his new
companion who mirrored Boss's heavy sigh with a low "Whoo-oop" of its own.
"Yeah that about sums it up. The hell was that all about anyways, A-H?" Boss grumbled in mock sarcasm not really expecting an answer; as if on cue A-H let out something akin to the sound of pure static as it bobbed frantically side to side. "You know anyone that could fix a boat? Like, a mechanic actually worth a fuck?" Asshead shot up slightly while emitting a positive
ping sounding noise, this was followed by another sharp bob in the direction of Jimbos now locked door.
"Very funny, smart ass." Boss responded while grimacing slightly to himself-he'd just come to the realization he'd just boughten some odd robotic version of Ted. Atleast this one couldn't actually talk though.
Atleast now he new where a mechanic was; Boss thought as he tried to convince himself this hadn't been a complete waste of time-maybe he could come back in a few hours or a day and ask Jimbo for help? Of course some more caps would probably go a long way in smoothing things over; just thinking about it made Boss's pockets feel lighter.
Pushing the thought from his mind he turned his attention across to where Jimbo had motioned to earlier while ranting about a man that ran the place and how he had sent some of those french people down that way. Recruits or something-Boss could tell from this view that just by the way they moved...well...lets just say their subtly was on par with old Jimbo's. They clearly were here intending to hurt someone or destroy something-probably the former of the two Boss assumed, seeing as they were surrounding the home of whoever it was that ran this odd place.
Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Boss's head, an event far to rare to not take advantage of. Afterall, what better way to get your foot in the door in a new town then
saving the man who ran the town. Hell if he played his cards right he and the gang might even be able to open a branch of Redfields Caravan Co among the various stores he'd seen so far.
"Come on A-H, time to earn your keep." Boss said as he took off in the direction of the men he'd been warned to stay away from. Along the way there he pulled the old goggles atop his short brown hair down over his face before quickly bunching up the white yellowish scarf he wore around his neck-by the time he was done most of his facial features were unrecognizable.
As he approached the men began opening fire and rushing the house while a handful of men stood watch outside-clearly the lookouts for their comrades in arms who were too occupied trying to kill a man Boss didn't know. He wasn't even fifteen feet away when they leveled their assortment of small arms at him, but without skipping a beat Boss barked with all the charisma he could muster. "Wait! Jimbo sent me to help." He nodded in the direction he had just come from as he and Asshead continued to advance on the group-dropping Jimbo's name making them all hesitate for a moment. He had caused enough doubt to maybe pull off his plan.
But then they started speaking that damn weird language. For a moment an awkward silence hung over the group as what sounded like a rather accusatory question went unanswered-Boss doing his best to come up with...well...anything really. Having left his shotgun back on the ship he was thanking his lucky stars he still had his old pistol strapped to his leg.
Drawing a complete blank and knowing time was not on his side he eventually just barked back "Aw, Fuck it."
[Quickdraw] Before whichever knucklehead was in charge had the time to fully realize that Boss spoke absolutely zero french he was already clutching his .44 magnum in hand, the deadly piece of steel roaring to life as it literally blew gory chunks out of the unarmored men before him. Even A-H got in on the action, reducing a man to a pile of ash in mere moments before Boss's very eyes; the sight of which made him realize perhaps he needed to keep his guard up around his odd robotic friend.
Making short work of the handful of men he'd surprised out front Boss took his time reloading his old six shooter-his eyes now on the men still storming the house as his hands methodically reloaded every round with pure muscle memory alone. Once he was fully reloaded he popped a cigarette between his lips, the Big Boss brand of course, and lit it off the still burning remains of A-H's handiwork.
The poor bastards were so caught up in killing just whoever was inside they didn't realize they were about to be getting attacked from both sides. Honestly Boss assumed all he really had to do at this point was get the atackers attention; just something enough to distract them so the men defending the home could catch them off guard momentarily. Only another front on atack was a little to risky-that and bullets were not cheap.
"Hey A-H, just how loud can you play that radio?"