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[ RP Starters ]
Category: Blogging
Here is a collection of some of the intro posts I've written for various SLs.
For our SL we can either take one as such, modifying it just a little to fit your character, or just use one or several for inspiration in creating a new SLs.
[ Starter 1 ]
The starter I like best is of course one that I already posted in another blog post:
https://www.roleplayer.me/view_blog.php?id=0000011476
[ Starter 2 ]
SETTING: some Islamic country (jungle setting, possibly in Africa)
Opportunities like these were hard to come by so when Gray Fox acquired substantial intel on a meeting between representatives of two of the most wanted Islamic terrorist factions they knew they had to act fast. The 1st Assault Delta Team was immediately deployed, flying once more across the globe for a clandestine operation which to them was a common daily activity.
The five men of Captain Kaye's team, including himself, HAHOed during nighttime into the thick jungle surrounding the enemy camp and stealthily advanced towards the target area through a swampy landscape, thick vegetation and a heavy rain that poured onto them until morning when they reached the camp. Luckily their only attackers were nasty insects and small reptiles of all kinds. None of the hostiles had spotted them and they didn't take out any because they knew they had to stay focused on the mission that required their presence to remain unknown.
The men had taken cover in strategic positions from where they could cover the entrance to the camp and make sure none of their targets escaped; in the current scenario everyone in the camp was a target. The captain was in the first line, ready to lead his men in when the time was right and in his proximity were 1st Sergeant Gibson, known to everyone as Hoot and Master Sergeant Sanderson. Further back was 1st Sergeant Flynn and even further, providing long distance sniper cover was Staff Sergeant Gamble.
'Red Smoke, this is Hawkeye. Possible tangos on the hill half a click east,' Gamble informed the captain using the call signs they each had assigned. 'I don't have visual but there's definitely movement there.'
When he did a quick sweep of the area through the scope of his M-24 sniper rifle Gamble had caught sight of some movement on the hills on the opposite side of the target area and assumed there had to be hostiles there since they hadn't been informed of any friendlies in the area.
'Roger that Hawkeye. Focus on the main target for now. Over.'
'Roger. Hawkeye out.'
'Any moment now...,' Kaye whispered more to himself, directing the scope of his AR-15 semi-automatic rifle towards the dirt road that led inside the camp from the right, as viewed from Delta Team's position. 'There we go...,' he added when two 4x4s came into sight, rolling towards the camp. 'All call signs stand by.'
All eyes were on the vehicles that entered the camp. About seven men came out and one in particular was greeted by two men in the camp.
'That's our guy,' Kaye said referring to the man who had arrived in one of the four by fours. 'We need him alive. All others are expendable.'
'Think he'll talk?' Master Sergeant Sanderson, call sign Capstone, asked.
'No, but we'll have to make him.'
The three men, terrorist faction leaders, went inside the main tent in the center of the camp while the guards who arrived with the third formed a perimeter around it. The guards already in the camp maintained their previous positions and patrol routs.
'Quick Clip, move up and to your left.' Kaye gave out the order, making a small sign with his hand to indicate the direction but keeping his arm close to his body. Cautious maneuvering was essential in approaching the target area undetected. Although he kept his sight straight forward, surveying the area in front, he knew that his men would be watching him as well as the target. 'Cover the north-west corner.'
'Roger,' Sergeant Flynn aka Quick Clip answered and moved into position.
'Capstone, move to your right and cover the south-west corner.'
'Copy that.'
'Hawkeye keep sight on the eastern perimeter. Wait for my signal.'
'Roger Smoke.'
'Silver Switch you're with me. We're moving out.'
'Roger,' Hoot replied and with his riffle at the ready followed the captain in a slow advance towards the camp.
Hawkeye, Clip and Stone waited to be given the order to take out their designated targets so that Switch and Smoke could move in.
[ Starter 3 ]
SETTING: abandoned construction site - LA, California
When the numbness began to dissipate so that a sharp pain could take its place, Stefan was forced to push past the darkness that had partially clouded his vision and acknowledge his surroundings. Looking up he saw through a cracked wooden ceiling the metal ledge above from which he had fallen. It hadn't been long since, probably only a few minutes, though it seemed much longer and fortunately the fall hadn't caused Stefan any injuries severe enough to prevent him from moving.
Still, his injuries were far from comfortable. At first he thought they were only some scratches and bruises and the pain was mostly from the strong impact - first when his body smashed through the wooden roof and then when he fell to the ground - but when he stood up he realized it was more than that. When he had been fired upon one of the bullets had hit the left side of his waist area. Fortunately the bullet only clipped him and didn't go through nor did it stuck in his flesh.
There was something else in his right shoulder blade but he could not tell what. All he felt was pain but he couldn't tell if it was a bullet wound or he had been injured during the fall. Looking around at the spot where he had fallen he saw some scattered pieces of sharp metal and concluded that had probably been the cause of his shoulder wound. The worse part was the he could still have some pieces of metal stuck in the wound but he was unable to reach back there and attempt to remove them, plus he saw no mirror around and attempting an improvised surgical maneuver in the dark as it were could have caused more damage than good.
He needed help to mend his injuries and going to a hospital was out of the question. In his line of work going to the hospital was never an option, it would bring about the failure of the mission so when an operative got injured in the field they had to find other means to mend their wounds, and since Stefan was not even on an official mission he had to be twice as careful about keeping his cover. Unfortunately he had no connections in LA, no one but his old friend Cole Bauer anyway and as much as he didn't want to drag him into his personal business, possibly putting him in danger, he had no choice.
The man that Stefan had been following from afar had vanished and the one who shot him had been a sniper positioned far enough from Stefan's location. He estimated that based on the surrounding of the construction site. In less than ten minutes he managed to make his way out of the construction site, running - leaping actually because of a sprained right ankle - with his left hand pressed against his bleeding side. He made sure he stood clear of any open spaces where the sniper could have targeted him again and got out through a poorly patched opening in the surrounding tall metal fence, in a more obscure area of the construction site, although the entire deserted place looked obscure. The exit took him to a side street where he found an old car which he forcibly opened and started the engine by crossing the wires.
[ Starter 4 ]
SETTING: ISA/Gray Fox headquarters - Fort Bragg, North Carolina
It had been less than six hours since Kaye and his team returned from their last mission, somewhere past midnight, that his phone rang again and he was requested to report immediately to headquarters. For security reasons no details were given on the phone but by the sound of the colonel's voice it had to be something grave. In any case that didn't matter much to Kaye who treated each mission, regardless of its importance, with the same promptitude and seriousness. He drove from the apartment complex where he resided, in the officers' district, to the ISA's official headquarters that also functioned as a cover for the organization's true identity, bearing only the nickname Gray Fox, under which highly classified covert operations were carried out.
Dressed in a "sanitized" uniform (bearing absolutely no tapes, such as his name, or even U.S. Army, or rank insignia), the captain chose to walk in through the visitors' rear entrance instead of the main one, where there were higher chances of being approached by various people and drawn into tiresome conversations that often included a request being made by the intruding party. Since he was far from being someone who enjoyed such interactions he always preferred to come in and leave unnoticed.
Aside from his usual stern and almost threatening expression that made most people reluctant to approach him unless they had no other choice, his Russian ties, which had started not only rumors but thorough investigations as well to discover where his true loyalties lay, also helped him gain a fierce reputation in his domain and among those who frequently came in contact with the ISA.
Once inside he went straight to his left, heading towards a corridor leading to a door that required an access card and code in order to open. To the right there was a small office where visitors signed in but when he entered the building Kaye did not look in that direction knowing that his destination was elsewhere. There were only a few people passing through the lobby and since he did not personally know either of them he did not salute or even looked at any as he passed by, advancing with quick steps.
"Sir!? ... Captain!" He had almost made it to the secure entrance at the end of the corridor when he heard a young male voice calling him from behind. It was a private first class, judging by his uniform, which Kaye noticed when he briefly turned to catch a glimpse of the person addressing him. If the boy knew him by rank he must have been around the ISA for some time although to Kaye he didn't look familiar or any different from most soldiers moving about.
"Sir, there is someone here from...," the soldier began but was cut off.
"Tell them to wait or come back another day." Kaye had reached the door where he slid the card through the designated slot then punched in the code. He didn't look back at the private when he replied and before the young soldier could say anything more the captain had already stepped on the other side and shut the door behind him.
The only thing left for the private to do was to go back and inform [ your character's name ] of the situation and help her/him get in touch with a personnel manager if her/his visit could not be postponed. As he walked back along the corridor, then into the lobby and finally back to the small office, the soldier realized that he didn't know the captain's name.
He had always addressed him solely by rank and there was no room for confusion since he was the only one with that rank at ISA and the only one who was second in command to the CO. The young man had also lent his curious ear to the many rumors circulating about and in that context the appellative Russian Delta Captain was more interesting than the man's actual name.
Meanwhile Kaye had made his way to the large room that served as Gray Fox's Tactical Operations Center. There, specialists worked with computers and other electronics to gather intelligence, just like the ISA was supposed to do. The TOC was also tasked with the surveillance and coordination of the missions that Gray Fox's special operations teams took part in. The many screens and computer monitors in the room showed various images from charts and graphics to satellite feeds, surveillance footages and even news channels. Now they were all focused on the crisis that was at hand.
Kaye met with Colonel McKnight in the back area of the TOC, which was separated from the rest of the large room by a glass door on the left and a large window that stretched from there all the way to the other end of the wall.
"Get your men here as soon as possible, brief them on the situation. We can do this but we have to move fast, before Washington sends a few suits over to slow us down," the colonel informed him and Kaye nodded in agreement.
"I will be in the briefing room. Some suits might already be here," he went on, recalling the private who wanted to inform him of someone's arrival. "If they're DOD it's better if I'm not here when they come. I have no patience to deal with them at this time."
"Like I do," the colonel shook his head with annoyance and handed Kaye a folder with the necessary information for the current mission. "Be ready to leave in forty."
A few minutes later the captain had made it to the briefing room, where he sat at the desk in front and waited for his team members to arrive. While going over the files he had received he alternately drank from a cup of dark coffee and smoked a cigarette, indifferent to the household rules.
[ Starter 5 ]
SETTING: road-side country bar in one of the states bordering North Carolina
A five day mission was never a long one in Stefan's book except when he had to repress troubling personal thoughts and feelings stirred by unresolved issues for the benefit of the mission and then when it was over they all came back tumbling. It had been once again one of those missions where after the deed was done the team broke up and it was every man for himself. They couldn't afford being caught by foreign authorities, theoretically they did not exist, their unit was specialized in black ops of the highest rank. Usually they each chose one of the three ways of travel: land, water or air. This time Kaye had chosen air and since he needed to be as discreet as possible he had taken a flight that arrived at an airport far from his base or even the state where it was located. He also had to choose the first flight that would take him back to the US and the only one available at the time at his point of departure was one that took him to [ insert location here ]. From the airport he decided to change the means of transportation and drive to Fort Bragg.
With the sulky mood he was in and the thoughts he had to fight back, driving straight to a hotel and spending the remaining of the day and the night there before he drove on was not too appealing. Assuming that he would eventually find a motel before sunset, Stefan stopped his rented car in front of a bar next to the main road. Inside he went straight for the bar and out of custom he took a seat on one of the tall stools close to [ your character ]. Usually he would use this technique knowing that single women in a bar were, almost all of them, there looking or at least hoping for company and since he stood there minding his own business, enwrapped in an air of mystery, the women approached him. They were tired of loud, obnoxious males assaulting them with clich� pick-up lines and a lot of them were not shy about making the first move, especially when spotting someone more appealing was a rare occasion.
Stefan on the other hand didn't like flirting too much. He was practical in every way and when he saw something he wanted he knew how to obtain it with a forward approach. But it was not too often that he spotted a woman who interested him so much that he would go out of his way to approach her. As much as he liked women, he had not time for serious commitments so he allowed the representatives of the fair sex to approach him whenever they liked and he accepted their offers when it involved a trade of carnal pleasure.
This time it was different. Rachel had so rapidly become an important part of his life and even though he had only been with her for a short while it felt as if he was really in a serious relationship that he wished to prolong. As such he felt that he could not cheat on her. He didn't feel any impulse of that kind. Rachel was everything he needed and longed after even if they were more apart than together, because of his work.
"Beer. Any kind you've got," he told the bartender on a deep and low voice when the man stopped in front of him, asking with his eyes what he wanted. A vodka would have been better but since he still had to drive, and he considered the possibility of not finding a motel and having to drive all night, he chose a lesser beverage for a change. Before the bartender served him his drink Stefan took out a half full pack of cigarettes from an inside pocket of his leather jacket and lit one; he put the packet and the lighter on the bar, next to his still untouched beer.
Only one empty stool separated him from the [ your character ] he had spotted earlier but he kept his gaze down and never looked at her. When he pulled out some cash from the right back pocket of his pants to pay for the drink he remembered that he didn't have much money left. He had enough to pay for one night at a motel, but since he also had to save some money for gas and food for the drive to Bragg it would have been better if he didn't have to give money to a motel. If it hadn't been for Rachel he would have surely left the place in the company of some eager woman who would have offered him a place to stay for the night, but under the new circumstances the only option he could think of was sleeping in the car, if he didn't want to pay for a room.
[ Starter 6 ]
SETTING: Greenwich Village - Manhattan, New York
Greenwich Village, often simply called "the Village", is a largely residential area on the lower west side of southern Manhattan in New York City. A large majority of the district is home to upper middle class families.
Judging by the social status of Stefan Kaye's family, it would not have been uncommon for him to move into an elegant apartment of this particular residential area, if he had decided to move from Boston to New York. However, anyone who was familiar with Kaye's true profession knew that he wouldn't have suddenly rented an apartment there for personal pleasure. It had been less than a week since Kaye moved into the apartment, introducing himself as Daniel Grant. Everything about this situation and the man he was pretending to be was fake, because it was nothing more than a job, just another mission.
In reality he was a US Army Captain, part of the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta, commonly known as Delta Force. The difference between Kaye's four men team and the other Delta Force operatives who were sent on deployment to conflict zones alongside the regular army was that they were part of a program that officially did not exist, because this was one of the main reasons Delta Force was created in the first place. To the general public they were Delta Operatives who no longer served on active duty, either retired or no longer able to fight; they were said to be instructors, advisors or doing some desk job at Fort Bragg. In truth they were part of a secret counterterrorist organization that carried out covert missions sanctioned by the president himself.
The purpose of Kaye's undercover mission in Greenwich was to supervise one of the building's residents, [ your character ], whose father was either knowingly or unknowingly leaking valuable information to a known terrorist. When intel confirmed that a rival terrorist might be planning to kidnap the man's daughter in order to forcibly obtain the information, Kaye was sent to monitor the girl's activities but not protect her from the terrorists who might be after her. His true mission was to allow her to be captured so he could then follow her to the terrorists' location. It was a dangerous situation for the girl and she might not make it out alive but this was just another sacrifice that had to be made in order to save thousands of lives and it certainly wasn't something new for Kaye.
Another day passed by with nothing happening. He had followed the girl around, discreetly as always, but could not spot anyone else doing the same, or her meeting with any dubious people. It was close to midnight and it hadn't been long since he had arrived back to his apartment after having followed the girl to a bar not far from the building, and then back. Again, nothing unusual. Only one light was turned on in his apartment, in the hallway, while he sat in the darkness of the bedroom, leaning against the windowsill and looking down at the street below, as well as the surrounding buildings, trying to spot something out of the ordinary. Perhaps whoever was after the girl was out there, but he just didn't spot them yet.
There was complete silence all around. Nothing in the street, no noise coming from the neighboring apartments, so when a loud noise suddenly echoed through the exterior corridor Kaye became alarmed. There was just one noise and then it stopped, which was a bit curious. If there were some people making noise, they would have probably continued to do so and if they were the people sent to kidnap the girl then they would be professionals who made no noise.
Still, Kaye grabbed his pistol, attached the silencer, took off the safety and moved towards the door of his apartment. He unlocked it making as little noise as possible then opened it and carefully looked out towards the girls' apartment, on the same side as his and to the left. There was nothing there, but immediately some noises from the right made him turn and there he saw his other neighbor, whom he hadn't met until then.
The only thing he found out while making investigations about the people living in the building was that she was a new resident as well, which earned her a place on Kaye's list of people to keep an eye on. Of course, she didn't appear to be someone who could be involved with terrorists but appearances were almost always deceptive and in his line of work Kaye had seen people even less likely to be terrorists who actually had such extracurricular activities.
From the looks of things she had just dropped her belonging and Kaye contemplated retreating back to his apartment before being seen, but then he thought that as much as he was not fond of interacting with people just for the sake of it, it would be better if he became somewhat familiar with this new neighbor, in case she was indeed somehow involved in his assignment. He put the safety back on and tucked the pistol in his belt, behind his back and underneath his loose shirt and left the door ajar while moving towards the woman who was still collecting her things from the floor.
"Evening. I heard a noise and thought there might be something wrong. Was someone else here?" he inquired, making it seem as if he was asking the woman whether she had been attacked. At the same time he crouched down to help her gather her things and picked up the case files which were closer to where he stood. By the official insignia he understood that she had to be a lawyer working at the DA's office. Again something to make him further keep an eye on her, since corrupt lawyers seemed to exist in unlimited numbers and until he could prove this assumption to be wrong, it was his duty to remain suspicious. Without saying a word he took his eyes off the case files and looked back at her while handing her the files.
[ Starter 7 ]
SETTING: Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital - New Jersey
It was supposed to be a mission like any other, a simple one even since Kaye had been sent alone, not with his team as on most missions. He was also supposed to stay focused, be objective and allow no emotions to cloud his judgment. Usually he could achieve all this to perfection but this time was different because the place he was sent to was New Jersey, a place that stirred up the deepest emotions he was capable of.
It was the place where he had met his wife, the place where she grew up, the place where their daughter was born and also the place where she moved back to after their divorce. Stefan hadn't seen either Amelia or Madeleine in almost six years and since then they could have very well moved from Wayne, Amelia's native town in New Jersey. Or they could have moved to another city in New Jersey.
Even though the place of Kaye's assignment was far from Wayne, it was still a place of significance to him. The city through which he was now driving was Princeton, one that Amelia was familiar with since she had attended the University with the same name. She was in her third year studying political science when she met Kaye, got pregnant and eventually dropped out in order to marry him and live with him on the military base he was stationed at.
What Kaye didn't know was that after the divorce Amelia went back to Princeton, got her diploma and became serious about following a career in politics, which eventually had her move to Washington where she was working at present as assistant to the Senior Policy Analyst of the Secretary of Defense - The Senior Analyst, Audrey Heller, being a friend of hers.
Kaye's mission in Princeton was a result of his unit's collaboration with the CIA, who needed a highly trained soldier to serve as their assassin and Delta offered the best of the best. The mission also served the interests of his organization, Gray Fox, and was a matter of national security for which reasons Kaye's superiors agreed to lend one of their operators to the CIA with the condition that none of their people intervened or kept watch on him but stood aside and let the captain do his job.
The mission involved the assassination of an international terrorist and a man responsible for mass murders in his native country, Sangala, in West Africa, where he served a general with great power and influence in the country and who tried to forcefully establish himself as leader. There had been US troops in Sangala for some years now but recently the conflicts escalated and war broke out. The man lying in a coma at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital had come to the US with plans of sabotaging Sangala's enemy from within but when his plans were thwarted he found himself on the threshold of death.
Still, he managed to keep his cover and escape the authorities with the help of a few of his loyal men who were still alive and who brought him to a teaching hospital in a relatively quiet urban area since it was unlikely for the law enforcement agencies to storm in there of all places looking for him, that is if they managed to find evidence that connected him to the terrorist attacks he had been involved in, since he was good at covering his tracks.
All that the staff at the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital knew about Mr. Udo Ngozi was that he was a wealthy foreign businessman who had requested that his identity and his staying at the hospital remained confidential and that his personal assistant and two bodyguards remained with him while the best diagnostic doctors tried to figure out how to heal his afflictions and bring him back from the semi-conscious state he was now in. Since Mr. Ngozi was incapacitated his assistant was the one speaking with the doctors and making his decisions for him.
This was all information that Kaye did not yet possess and which he had to acquire in the course of his investigation prior to the actual assassination, which required a well-established plan. Kaye arrived at the hospital on a Wednesday, late in the morning, since he knew that by that time there would be a lot of people going about the corridors of the hospital and a crowd would allow him to move more freely without drawing anyone's attention.
After parking the car he had drove in, Kaye walked across the parking lot and then through the main doors of the hospital, blending in with the crowd of people waiting or walking, sitting or standing, talking or arguing either between them or with the staff. Unless there was someone there who could recognize him, Kaye looked like just another common man, wearing a brown jacket, a dark grey shirt, black jeans and comfortable black shoes.
As he moved about inconspicuously, acting like all the other patients who wanted to make an appointment or wanted an immediate consultation, Kaye accidentally brushed against a doctor storming out of the elevator and moving towards the receptionist's desk, seemingly inquiring about an urgent matter. The doctor turned to apologize politely albeit hastily before going on his way and Kaye did the same, but fate is rarely without irony.
In this case, Dr. Wilson had no idea that the man he had just bumped into was an undercover Delta Force soldier contracted by the CIA to assassinate the patient who was Dr. House's current medical puzzle, but who was in fact a cold blooded murderer responsible of genocide, while Kaye had no idea that the doctor he had just bumped into was romantically involved with his ex-wife, Amelia.
Almost an hour had passed by and because of the heavy traffic within the hospital Kaye was unable to get close to the receptionist's desk to overlook any files that might indicated on what floor and in what room was his target. He couldn't do much but sit and wait while maintaining his cover as a man who had come in for a consult. Even though he wasn't suffering from any serious illness or had any injuries that needed mending, there were many things that could be used as arguments in favour of his desire to have a consult, from his smocking habit that had increased during the past six years to recently heeled bullet wounds that might not have heeled so well, or bullet fragments that had remained in his body and which could cause him health problems in the near future.
One thing that had drawn his attention when entering the hospital was the name on the office of the hospital's Dean of Medicine, Lisa Cuddy and it didn't take him long to realize where he had heard that name before. Even though he had met her only once in his life, Lisa Cuddy was his daughter's god-mother and a good friend, if not the best friend of Madeleine's mother. Despite the nine years difference between Amelia and Lisa had known each other for a long time since they both grew up in Wayne, New Jersey, attended the same high-school there and then both came to Princeton.
Lisa had been there for Amelia when she got pregnant at twenty and was alone and scarred. Alone because Stefan had to leave on deployment even after knowing that he had gotten her pregnant and scarred both because of the thing itself and because she feared her parents' reaction, who indeed reacted as badly as Amelia had imagined. Eventually she dropped out of college to see the pregnancy through since she did not wish to have an abortion and Lisa helped her with everything, offering the girl both moral and material support.
When Stefan returned from deployment and sought out Amelia, their daughter had already been born. That was the first and only time he had met Madeleine's god-mother since after that he married Amelia and according to army regulations the wife and children had to live on the base where their spouse was stationed. During their five years of marriage Amelia did meet with Lisa again when she came to visit and after the divorce they saw each other more frequently since Amelia and Madeleine moved back to New Jersey.
Almost two hours later Kaye had been escorted in one of the examination room and told that a doctor would be with him shortly. Remembering Lisa Cuddy made him remember many things of his past which he usually did his best to keep hidden since emotions could make one lose focus during a mission and he could not afford that. Still, as he waited in the small room he wondered if Lisa had been in the hallway while he waited and moved about. He did his best to remember her face from the previous and only time he had seen her, almost 11 years back, and wondered if she would recognize him if she saw him there.
[ Starter 8 ]
SETTING: shabby flat - Brooklyn, New York
A shabby Brooklyn flat, seemingly uninhabited. Two men sitting at an old table set against one of the three windowless walls of the single room that served as everything but a restroom, that being the only other room of the flat. Each man sat on a three-legged stool, both casually dressed with jeans, shirts and jackets of dark and slightly washed-out colours - common clothing, nothing to make them stand out in a crowd. One man had light-brown hair and a clean shave, the other black hair and an equally dark stubble that had almost grown into a short beard.
The light-haired man looked troubled and restlessly rubbed his hands together as he kept them on the table in front. He occasionally glanced rapidly from the windows in front to the dark haired man. By contrast, his mood was at an opposite pole. He seemed calm and careless, indifferent to a certain point but still he handled with skill and some subtle excitement the Glock pistol he was loading.
'Last time we talked you said you could put me in touch with Milosz. Now you're saying you have nothing to do with him anymore?' the bearded man spoke in Russian and didn't look at the other, continuing to mend the weapon.
'Shit got messy Stepan. Only Vladimir can get to Milosz and he said to never come looking for him again. Sais he now has to live with the pigs breathing at the back of his neck because of me, but I swear I had nothing to do with no fucking police.'
Halfway through the man's confession Stepan raised his eyes to look at him.
'You must have done something to break Vladimir's trust, Yuri. Why would he accuse you otherwise?'
'I did nothing to compromise Vladimir, I've always been careful but there's some cop looking into old stuff. Many know him, he's even put some of Vladimir's boys away but they didn't talk, they know better.'
'And this cop has his eye on you? You said you're always careful.'
'Now I am, but I told you he's looking into old stuff and years ago, when I was young, I wasn't so careful, even got locked up for a few months. With the Vory, if you did time back in Russia and you came here, you're king, but if you do time here they'll kill you themselves."
'I know.'
'You know?' Yuri chuckled on a mocking tone. 'What do you know? You've never been a Vory, never been in prison.'
'If I've never been locked up by some government it means I'm good at what I do. They don't know I exist so I can do whatever I want.'
'Yeah, I suppose,' the man chuckled again and suddenly put on a more serious face. 'So this cop probably has a file on me from back then, no? They keep everything.'
'Yes, they do.' Stepan replied to Yuri's last statement that sounded more like a question.
The other man became restless and looked once again aimlessly towards the window then back at Stepan.
'We gotta do something about this cop.'
'We?' Stepan set the gun on the table and arched a brow at Yuri's comment.
'You don't want to help now?'
'I do, but what are you saying?'
'I'm saying we gotta take care of this problem with the cop.'
'Killing the cop solves nothing. All the files incriminating you will still be there and the next cop that comes along will have you as a prime suspect if the paperwork shows this cop was looking into you before he died. And I think you know that cops take it very personally when you kill one of their own. You wouldn't...'
Stepan stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder at the window that overlooked the courtyard in front of the building. There was a rusty metal gate providing entrance into the courtyard and in the silence of the night he was certain he had heard it creak.
'Someone is here,' he whispered to Yuri who stood up on the spot, pulling out his own pistol.
Stefan stood up and walked towards the window where he leaned against the wall and peeked outside. The gate had definitely been opened and there was no wind to blame that night. Meanwhile Yuri walked to the door and opened it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. First he peeked left and right in the hallway then he took a few steps forward towards the banister of the staircase and glanced downwards. Someone was definitely down there, on the first floor.
'There is someone downstairs,' he told Stepan when he went back inside the flat, continuing to speak in Russian like before.
'The fire escape at the end of the hall,' Stepan replied and Yuri understood what he meant.
Both men exited the apartment, closed the door behind them then crept along the wall towards the fire escape at the end of the corridor, left from where the apartment was. Yuri walked in front and Stepan followed, both holding their pistols at the ready, Yuri in a more street-style, the only one he knew, and Stepan in the professional way he had been taught during the many years of intense military training.
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