“The hell is that?!” Corvo exclaimed.
D’Angelo immediately turned the weakened woman and glared at her. “Friends of yours?” He accused.
“Oh y...yea we all have that one friend. You know, the one who kidnaps and locks you in a storage container and leaves you for dead. Your logic is b...brilliant you know that?” The woman quipped.
“She’s got a point, D. I don’t think she’s got any friends out here right about now.”
“Yup, and she can stay that way too. I’m already tired of her fucking mouth, lets get back to the ship, c’mon!” D’Angelo decided.
The crew bolted for their ship leaving the woman behind. She reached her arm out. “Hold on, wait!” Her voice strained. But her cries fell on deaf ears. “How does one million dollars sound?!” She pleaded as a last resort before collapsing from her condition. Her offer got the crew’s attention immediately, however lacking the time to discuss her offer they hoisted her limp body aboard their ship.
“Oh, is that the big score?” Izzy remarked as they dragged the woman aboard.
“Less talk, more moving.” Slig responded. The two ships weren’t close enough to harm the
crew so Izzy steadily began moving away from the cargo ship and the incoming ambush.
“Well that was convenient, wasn’t it?” Slig commented. “Cargo ship comes right on schedule and has possibly the worst budget security a man can afford. But look, no cargo, just her.” Slig pointed to the unconscious woman awkwardly propped up in a chair. “Oh and on top of that, two ships just happen to be traveling to the middle of nowhere, Atlantic Ocean, ready to meet & greet.”
“Clear setup.” Said D’Angelo.
“Exactly. A setup by someone who knows we rob weapons caches. Russian weapon caches. Wonder who that could be, right?” said Slig.
“This Dmitri guy you guys mentioned?” Corvo interjected. “That it?”
“Yea, definitely Dmitri.” Slig replied. “Boy he’s always got a hard on for you, D’Angelo.”
“You guys still haven’t told me who Dmitri is! What do I gotta beg?” Corvo whined.
“Dmitri is D’Angelo’s half brother.” Izzy explained as he sat down with a glass of rum. “The two of them have been warring probably since child birth, I think they fought over the umbilical cord.”
“We’re not fucking twins, Izzy, and shouldn’t you be manning the controls?” D’Angelo snapped.
“Autopilot. My dad may have created a hunk of junk, but it’s a high tech hunk of junk.” Izzy bragged, “We’ll be shoreside in a couple hours, no problem.”
“What about our new friends?” Slig inquired. “We in the clear?”
“Pretty sure they’re far behind by now. Their ships were bigger and definitely slow-.”
The meeting was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire piercing their cabin. Everyone hit the floor, Slig dragged down the woman with them.
“Isreal, sometimes I hate your stupid ass!” Corvo shouted.
“There’s no way they coulda followed me with those ships!” Izzy shouted back.
“Then there was more, we were probably surrounded from the get go.” D’Angelo theorized.
“Well if that’s the case! These mothafuckas have backup coming soon!” Slig announced. “I’mma get her to safety! Can’t have our million dollars dying!” Dragging the woman by her shoulders Slig pulled her to the cabins below and rested her on his bed. He left her lying motionless and went back up to the top.
The gunfire stopped momentarily. D’Angelo and company armed themselves and walked out to the deck. Bullet holes from all angles riddled their once proud vessel.
“Ahh nothing like some warning fire to get your morning started eh, ladies?!” A man’s voice shouted from a larger vessel. He stood tall, full grown beard, eyepatch and covered in grey hair.
“Petrovic! Shoulda known Dmitri’d send his bitch to try and do me in!” D’Angelo shouted back.
“Like moth to flame, you took the bait did you not? You think you can burn holes in Dmitri’s pockets for all these years and think no retribution would come of it? Come now, no man is that naive!” Petrovic sneered. He motioned his men to take aim on the vessel but not to fire. “So, just how many bullets can that puny vessel take, hmm?”
“Alot more than your chest could, Petrovic!” D’Angelo barked.
“That’s quite a lot!” Petrovic enjoyed a quick laugh with his men. “Well unfortunately my orders were not to kill you, D’Angelo. You see, Dmitri’s on his way and I’d hate to take the honor away from him, no. My job is simply to make sure you and your little friends stay put.” Petrovic motioned his men to arm themselves with RPGs. They all took aim on D’Angelo’s ship. “So here’s the deal! If I so much as see your puny ship even sway the wrong way, my men are going to blow it apart, one section at a time!” He declared. “Now you can run along inside and think about how you’re all going to say your goodbyes and such, Dmitri will be here shortly!”
The crew took the chance to regroup and think immediately. On the inside the tension made coherent planning difficult. ideas were thrown around but all of them amounted to nothing, Petrovic had them dead to rights. Four against God knows how many with slightly depleted resources from their ‘heist.’
Below the deck the woman finally regained her consciousness, if barely. She slogged herself to her feet and walked to a mirror. The gash on her head had stopped bleeding, luckily for her it wasn’t deep. She gazed at her reflection, it mirrored her sentiments exactly. She felt she needed some self reflection herself.
“Ugh Tori, what have you gotten yourself into this time? This is what happens when you’re born to a multi-billionaire, stuff like this. God, sure makes me wish papa was a rolling stone, I could be with mom right now.” Tori vented. “But nooooo, dad has to be the controlling genius and daughter has to be just like him or she’s just not family! Ugh!” She threw herself back onto Slig’s bed and buried her face in the pillow. “God, my life sucks.” She lamented. She wanted to continue but she had forgotten she hadn’t thanked her ‘saviors’ yet. Before doing so she found the bathroom and hastily drank from the faucet, her throat had felt like cotton from the dehydration. “Oh sweet merciful God, that was good! Even if it did taste of more iron than kool-aid made by Dracula.”
Feeling rejuvenated after she quenched her thirst, Tori explored around finding the entrance to the upper cabins quickly. Her welcome wasn’t warm nor expected, she bursted in while the men were talking strategies to escape the situation. They glared at her hard.
“What?” Tori yelped feeling uneasy from their stares.
“Good thing you’re alive, at least. See we can now go out as heroes, men.” Slig joked in an almost depressing tone.
“Take a seat.” D’Angelo grimly invited.
“What the hell is going on?” Tori asked. “Why do you guys look so down? What am I really that much of a bummer?”
“Well you’re certainly no picker upper I can tell ya that. Right now we’re as screwed as screwed gets.” Izzy explained.
“Because of me? What are in with loan sharks and you needed the money from that heist? I have money if you need it.” Tori guessed.
D’Angelo rubbed his face down and gave a quick exhale. “Look outside.”
“What’d you find Moby Dick? I don’t see what anything outside would have to do with explaining why you guys are so-woah that’s a big ship.” Tori rambled as she reached the window. “Are those rockets?”
“Yes.” The men all exasperated in unison. Tori’s presence and constant yapping didn’t lighten the mood at all for them. D’Angelo wanted to give her up as a peace offering at this point.
“Oh crap. What’re you guys gonna do about that? That seems kinda major.” Tori ignorantly asked.
“Oh my god, please.” Slig pleaded as he buried his face in his hands. “Shut the hell up.”
“No plans huh?” Tori pried.
“No, we do not.” Slig groaned, “And you being alive slash conscious isn’t exactly helping anything. Why did we take her?”
“I don’t know. More liquor please.” D’Angelo begged.
“Ok, another question. You guys wanna get outta this alive?” Tori demanded out of the blue.
The men didn’t answer. They just gave her a look of annoyance, her mouth and voice were insufferable.
“Yes or friggin no?!” Tori shouted.
The men all said yes in their own way as they decided to use their possible final moments to listen to the crazy woman they rescued.
“Good. Which one of is the bomb guy?” Tori started. “When I was in the container I heard and felt blasts, now which one is it?” Corvo lazily raised his hand. “What kinda explosives you packing there, guy? I wanna see them asap.”
Tori reached her hand out to Corvo but her wrist was grabbed by Slig.
“Lady.” Slig started.
“Tori!” Tori corrected. D’Angelo immediately shot her a look after she said that. A look of complete surprise. Something about her was familiar, the way she talked, nonstop, was much like a woman he’d met before. And the purple hair, a distinct dark purple.
“Tori.” Slig corrected himself. “We got probably about an hour til we all die, you’re just wast-”
“Well then time is of the essence then right?!” Tori jerked her hand away from Slig and grabbed Corvo up from his seat. “Take me to your explosive factory!”
Corvo shook his head in defeat and began leading her down to his work cabin.
“What the hell was that?” Izzy blurted after they were below. D’Angelo only shook his head. Slig didn’t say anything either. All of them listened to the sounds of Corvo protesting Tori messing around with his bombs, but she kept insisting he let her work. The whole situation was uneasy.
“What you thinking, man?” Slig asked D’Angelo after minutes of silence. He had been completely still, locked in deep thought.
“The girl, Tori. Her full name is Torialla.” D’Angelo revealed. His eyes didn’t break contact with the wall he stared at from the past couple minutes. Slig could tell he’d been wracking his brain on that revelation.
“You know her from somewhere?” Izzy prodded.
“Yea, I think.” D’Angelo replied. He took a look at both his men and stated, “If she’s who I think she is, we may just live through this ordeal.”
“Who is she, man?” Slig asked.
D’Angelo put up his hand, signaling Slig to wait for it. The banging below became louder over the next few minutes. A couple clinks clanks and a loud thud later, Tori re-emerged from the lower deck, with one of the crew’s smoker launchers.
“Where’s Corvo?” Slig questioned.
“Sleeping.” Tori dryly replied while she fiddled around with the launcher. “Alright, that should do it.”
“Sleeping? What?” Izzy remarked.
“He kept touching me and wouldn’t let me work, so I put him to bed, end of story.” Tori snapped.
Eyes lit up in the room. Tori knocked out Corvo, a well built man in his early thirties. Who was this woman they were dealing with? D’Angelo was the only one who believed he had an idea.
“What the hell are you doing with that?” he asked.
“Getting us out of this mess, wanna watch?” Tori invited as she carefully aimed out the window. This drew the crew’s attention quickly, they sat in anticipation for her ‘plan’ to take action. “Here goes something!” She shouted as she pulled the trigger to the launcher. Immediately the deafening roar of the launcher filled the cabin along with smoke. The launch alone shook the cabin. Not even a second after, an much much louder explosion followed with the distinct sound of metal being ripped apart and crashing in water. Everyone went outside to see what the hell just happened. It was unbelieveable, the other vessel was almost completely on it’s side, it’s hull nearly torn in half and melted.
D’Angelo nodded his head, staring at the wreckage. She’s exactly who I think she is, he thought. “Yuuup. Overclocked the launch speed and amped up the intensity on that ‘Joy pack’ thing a ton, I mean like one million times stronger. Good work if I do say so myself. What say you clueless clucks?” Tori bragged. The launcher itself completely fell apart after the shot, the modifications she made were way more than what it was meant to handle, but it got the job done. A ship that was at least one and a half the size of theirs and blown almost out of the water with a single bomb.
D’Angelo didn’t seem that impressed because he finally realized who he was dealing with, the daughter of world renowned inventor, Robert Connery, Torialla Connery. The thought didn’t sit right with him, it made him angry actually. Robert Connery was a snake, he and D’Angelo have had history, bad history. He remembered one of Connery’s inventions oh too well, it was used to incinerate the ship of a man named Cain, D’Angelo’s father, almost twenty years ago when D’Angelo was part of Cain’s crew. Nobody can forget seeing half their father’s body ablaze, it happened two months after Tori was born. He remembered that clearly, he and Cain were both there in the delivery room with Robert and his wife, celebrating with the man who was going to stab them in the back. Rage briefly filled D’Angelo’s head, but he quelled it for the moment. He instead began thinking of ways to use Tori, for some personal goals.
“Now, about that million dollars.” Tori started after she was done marveling at her job well done. “If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna need a favor.”
“A favor huh? I think I can oblige you.” D’Angelo responded as he lead everyone back inside.
D’Angelo immediately turned the weakened woman and glared at her. “Friends of yours?” He accused.
“Oh y...yea we all have that one friend. You know, the one who kidnaps and locks you in a storage container and leaves you for dead. Your logic is b...brilliant you know that?” The woman quipped.
“She’s got a point, D. I don’t think she’s got any friends out here right about now.”
“Yup, and she can stay that way too. I’m already tired of her fucking mouth, lets get back to the ship, c’mon!” D’Angelo decided.
The crew bolted for their ship leaving the woman behind. She reached her arm out. “Hold on, wait!” Her voice strained. But her cries fell on deaf ears. “How does one million dollars sound?!” She pleaded as a last resort before collapsing from her condition. Her offer got the crew’s attention immediately, however lacking the time to discuss her offer they hoisted her limp body aboard their ship.
“Oh, is that the big score?” Izzy remarked as they dragged the woman aboard.
“Less talk, more moving.” Slig responded. The two ships weren’t close enough to harm the
crew so Izzy steadily began moving away from the cargo ship and the incoming ambush.
“Well that was convenient, wasn’t it?” Slig commented. “Cargo ship comes right on schedule and has possibly the worst budget security a man can afford. But look, no cargo, just her.” Slig pointed to the unconscious woman awkwardly propped up in a chair. “Oh and on top of that, two ships just happen to be traveling to the middle of nowhere, Atlantic Ocean, ready to meet & greet.”
“Clear setup.” Said D’Angelo.
“Exactly. A setup by someone who knows we rob weapons caches. Russian weapon caches. Wonder who that could be, right?” said Slig.
“This Dmitri guy you guys mentioned?” Corvo interjected. “That it?”
“Yea, definitely Dmitri.” Slig replied. “Boy he’s always got a hard on for you, D’Angelo.”
“You guys still haven’t told me who Dmitri is! What do I gotta beg?” Corvo whined.
“Dmitri is D’Angelo’s half brother.” Izzy explained as he sat down with a glass of rum. “The two of them have been warring probably since child birth, I think they fought over the umbilical cord.”
“We’re not fucking twins, Izzy, and shouldn’t you be manning the controls?” D’Angelo snapped.
“Autopilot. My dad may have created a hunk of junk, but it’s a high tech hunk of junk.” Izzy bragged, “We’ll be shoreside in a couple hours, no problem.”
“What about our new friends?” Slig inquired. “We in the clear?”
“Pretty sure they’re far behind by now. Their ships were bigger and definitely slow-.”
The meeting was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire piercing their cabin. Everyone hit the floor, Slig dragged down the woman with them.
“Isreal, sometimes I hate your stupid ass!” Corvo shouted.
“There’s no way they coulda followed me with those ships!” Izzy shouted back.
“Then there was more, we were probably surrounded from the get go.” D’Angelo theorized.
“Well if that’s the case! These mothafuckas have backup coming soon!” Slig announced. “I’mma get her to safety! Can’t have our million dollars dying!” Dragging the woman by her shoulders Slig pulled her to the cabins below and rested her on his bed. He left her lying motionless and went back up to the top.
The gunfire stopped momentarily. D’Angelo and company armed themselves and walked out to the deck. Bullet holes from all angles riddled their once proud vessel.
“Ahh nothing like some warning fire to get your morning started eh, ladies?!” A man’s voice shouted from a larger vessel. He stood tall, full grown beard, eyepatch and covered in grey hair.
“Petrovic! Shoulda known Dmitri’d send his bitch to try and do me in!” D’Angelo shouted back.
“Like moth to flame, you took the bait did you not? You think you can burn holes in Dmitri’s pockets for all these years and think no retribution would come of it? Come now, no man is that naive!” Petrovic sneered. He motioned his men to take aim on the vessel but not to fire. “So, just how many bullets can that puny vessel take, hmm?”
“Alot more than your chest could, Petrovic!” D’Angelo barked.
“That’s quite a lot!” Petrovic enjoyed a quick laugh with his men. “Well unfortunately my orders were not to kill you, D’Angelo. You see, Dmitri’s on his way and I’d hate to take the honor away from him, no. My job is simply to make sure you and your little friends stay put.” Petrovic motioned his men to arm themselves with RPGs. They all took aim on D’Angelo’s ship. “So here’s the deal! If I so much as see your puny ship even sway the wrong way, my men are going to blow it apart, one section at a time!” He declared. “Now you can run along inside and think about how you’re all going to say your goodbyes and such, Dmitri will be here shortly!”
The crew took the chance to regroup and think immediately. On the inside the tension made coherent planning difficult. ideas were thrown around but all of them amounted to nothing, Petrovic had them dead to rights. Four against God knows how many with slightly depleted resources from their ‘heist.’
Below the deck the woman finally regained her consciousness, if barely. She slogged herself to her feet and walked to a mirror. The gash on her head had stopped bleeding, luckily for her it wasn’t deep. She gazed at her reflection, it mirrored her sentiments exactly. She felt she needed some self reflection herself.
“Ugh Tori, what have you gotten yourself into this time? This is what happens when you’re born to a multi-billionaire, stuff like this. God, sure makes me wish papa was a rolling stone, I could be with mom right now.” Tori vented. “But nooooo, dad has to be the controlling genius and daughter has to be just like him or she’s just not family! Ugh!” She threw herself back onto Slig’s bed and buried her face in the pillow. “God, my life sucks.” She lamented. She wanted to continue but she had forgotten she hadn’t thanked her ‘saviors’ yet. Before doing so she found the bathroom and hastily drank from the faucet, her throat had felt like cotton from the dehydration. “Oh sweet merciful God, that was good! Even if it did taste of more iron than kool-aid made by Dracula.”
Feeling rejuvenated after she quenched her thirst, Tori explored around finding the entrance to the upper cabins quickly. Her welcome wasn’t warm nor expected, she bursted in while the men were talking strategies to escape the situation. They glared at her hard.
“What?” Tori yelped feeling uneasy from their stares.
“Good thing you’re alive, at least. See we can now go out as heroes, men.” Slig joked in an almost depressing tone.
“Take a seat.” D’Angelo grimly invited.
“What the hell is going on?” Tori asked. “Why do you guys look so down? What am I really that much of a bummer?”
“Well you’re certainly no picker upper I can tell ya that. Right now we’re as screwed as screwed gets.” Izzy explained.
“Because of me? What are in with loan sharks and you needed the money from that heist? I have money if you need it.” Tori guessed.
D’Angelo rubbed his face down and gave a quick exhale. “Look outside.”
“What’d you find Moby Dick? I don’t see what anything outside would have to do with explaining why you guys are so-woah that’s a big ship.” Tori rambled as she reached the window. “Are those rockets?”
“Yes.” The men all exasperated in unison. Tori’s presence and constant yapping didn’t lighten the mood at all for them. D’Angelo wanted to give her up as a peace offering at this point.
“Oh crap. What’re you guys gonna do about that? That seems kinda major.” Tori ignorantly asked.
“Oh my god, please.” Slig pleaded as he buried his face in his hands. “Shut the hell up.”
“No plans huh?” Tori pried.
“No, we do not.” Slig groaned, “And you being alive slash conscious isn’t exactly helping anything. Why did we take her?”
“I don’t know. More liquor please.” D’Angelo begged.
“Ok, another question. You guys wanna get outta this alive?” Tori demanded out of the blue.
The men didn’t answer. They just gave her a look of annoyance, her mouth and voice were insufferable.
“Yes or friggin no?!” Tori shouted.
The men all said yes in their own way as they decided to use their possible final moments to listen to the crazy woman they rescued.
“Good. Which one of is the bomb guy?” Tori started. “When I was in the container I heard and felt blasts, now which one is it?” Corvo lazily raised his hand. “What kinda explosives you packing there, guy? I wanna see them asap.”
Tori reached her hand out to Corvo but her wrist was grabbed by Slig.
“Lady.” Slig started.
“Tori!” Tori corrected. D’Angelo immediately shot her a look after she said that. A look of complete surprise. Something about her was familiar, the way she talked, nonstop, was much like a woman he’d met before. And the purple hair, a distinct dark purple.
“Tori.” Slig corrected himself. “We got probably about an hour til we all die, you’re just wast-”
“Well then time is of the essence then right?!” Tori jerked her hand away from Slig and grabbed Corvo up from his seat. “Take me to your explosive factory!”
Corvo shook his head in defeat and began leading her down to his work cabin.
“What the hell was that?” Izzy blurted after they were below. D’Angelo only shook his head. Slig didn’t say anything either. All of them listened to the sounds of Corvo protesting Tori messing around with his bombs, but she kept insisting he let her work. The whole situation was uneasy.
“What you thinking, man?” Slig asked D’Angelo after minutes of silence. He had been completely still, locked in deep thought.
“The girl, Tori. Her full name is Torialla.” D’Angelo revealed. His eyes didn’t break contact with the wall he stared at from the past couple minutes. Slig could tell he’d been wracking his brain on that revelation.
“You know her from somewhere?” Izzy prodded.
“Yea, I think.” D’Angelo replied. He took a look at both his men and stated, “If she’s who I think she is, we may just live through this ordeal.”
“Who is she, man?” Slig asked.
D’Angelo put up his hand, signaling Slig to wait for it. The banging below became louder over the next few minutes. A couple clinks clanks and a loud thud later, Tori re-emerged from the lower deck, with one of the crew’s smoker launchers.
“Where’s Corvo?” Slig questioned.
“Sleeping.” Tori dryly replied while she fiddled around with the launcher. “Alright, that should do it.”
“Sleeping? What?” Izzy remarked.
“He kept touching me and wouldn’t let me work, so I put him to bed, end of story.” Tori snapped.
Eyes lit up in the room. Tori knocked out Corvo, a well built man in his early thirties. Who was this woman they were dealing with? D’Angelo was the only one who believed he had an idea.
“What the hell are you doing with that?” he asked.
“Getting us out of this mess, wanna watch?” Tori invited as she carefully aimed out the window. This drew the crew’s attention quickly, they sat in anticipation for her ‘plan’ to take action. “Here goes something!” She shouted as she pulled the trigger to the launcher. Immediately the deafening roar of the launcher filled the cabin along with smoke. The launch alone shook the cabin. Not even a second after, an much much louder explosion followed with the distinct sound of metal being ripped apart and crashing in water. Everyone went outside to see what the hell just happened. It was unbelieveable, the other vessel was almost completely on it’s side, it’s hull nearly torn in half and melted.
D’Angelo nodded his head, staring at the wreckage. She’s exactly who I think she is, he thought. “Yuuup. Overclocked the launch speed and amped up the intensity on that ‘Joy pack’ thing a ton, I mean like one million times stronger. Good work if I do say so myself. What say you clueless clucks?” Tori bragged. The launcher itself completely fell apart after the shot, the modifications she made were way more than what it was meant to handle, but it got the job done. A ship that was at least one and a half the size of theirs and blown almost out of the water with a single bomb.
D’Angelo didn’t seem that impressed because he finally realized who he was dealing with, the daughter of world renowned inventor, Robert Connery, Torialla Connery. The thought didn’t sit right with him, it made him angry actually. Robert Connery was a snake, he and D’Angelo have had history, bad history. He remembered one of Connery’s inventions oh too well, it was used to incinerate the ship of a man named Cain, D’Angelo’s father, almost twenty years ago when D’Angelo was part of Cain’s crew. Nobody can forget seeing half their father’s body ablaze, it happened two months after Tori was born. He remembered that clearly, he and Cain were both there in the delivery room with Robert and his wife, celebrating with the man who was going to stab them in the back. Rage briefly filled D’Angelo’s head, but he quelled it for the moment. He instead began thinking of ways to use Tori, for some personal goals.
“Now, about that million dollars.” Tori started after she was done marveling at her job well done. “If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna need a favor.”
“A favor huh? I think I can oblige you.” D’Angelo responded as he lead everyone back inside.
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