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【R&G】为你的生命而战章首故事,P10
« 于: 2019-08-09, 周五 15:28:55 »

“我们已经就位。你想怎么处理这件事,先生?“

到达塔科马市“托尼之家”(Tony’s Place)的前门时,我思考着这个问题的同时打开了链接。这是一个忙碌的星期二晚上;大部分船员都来自五行的货轮,而常客则在他们平时待着的位置。我来这里就是要找一个常客。

当我扫视后面的桌子时,我的增强视力穿透了酒吧里缭绕的烟雾和闪烁的霓虹灯光。果然,他就在那儿,就在我的联系人说他会在的地方,他背对着墙,在一张大圆桌前主持。我大步走过灰头土脸、正在拼命干活的水手们,一直走到桌子跟前。在我视线的角落里,倒计时正滴答作响;只剩两小时十分钟了。没有时间浪费,我现在需要答案。

“听从我的指挥。如果我们能用简单的方法来解决,那就最好。如果没有,那就准备好。”

餐桌上有三个穿着典型蓝领服装的人,还有一个穿着昂贵的商务套装。他在这里尤其引入注目,但是汤米(Tommy)总是喜欢在码头边做生意。他正忙着讲一个有名的黄色笑话,但当我走上前去时,话还没说完就停了下来。我就站在那里,双手插在长大衣的口袋里,一副漫不经心的样子。汤米向后靠在椅子上,手里拿着一杯威士忌,脸上带着得意的表情。

“金宝。我的老天爷!从没想过在洛杉矶的那件事之后我会再见到你。”

“省省吧,汤米。我没有心情。让你的朋友们离开,我们需要谈谈。”

“哎呀,吉米,那样不好,”汤米说。“这些好心人只是想喝杯好酒。你不会想惹麻烦的。”他放下酒杯,手慢慢地移动着,我知道他的枪就放在他的臀后。天哪,他真的很蠢。

汤米还没来得及做别的,我就把桌子踢进了他的肚子,把他钉在了墙上。坐在我右边的两个汤米朋友在试图拔枪时被椅子绊了一下,但我左边那个实在是太滑溜了,太他妈滑溜了。从我眼角的余光,我看到他拿出一把战鹰指着我的脑袋。但在他扣动扳机之前,有一道闪光掠过,随后他倒在了地板上。我爱法力箭。

随着滑溜先生的退出,我拔出了自己的掠食者,然后在我右边的两个杂碎身上各来了一发电击弹。我感到肋部一阵剧痛,然后感到湿润;干他妈的廉价凯芙拉。不过,莱利(Riley)等等会处理的。

我老了,不适合干这行了。

水手们开始闹事,但巴斯特(Buster)的霰弹枪向天花板打了两声枪响后,很快就平息了这一噪音。莱利的手充满了魔法能量,而巴斯特则掩护着她,两人从酒吧走向我。“保持冷静,孩子们,这只需要一分钟。”她说。水手们后退了一步,不想惹上一个魔法师和一个浑身发热的巨魔。

我伸手抓住汤米昂贵的衬衫,把他从桌子拽下来,拽着他走出后门。在那条腐臭的小巷里,我把他猛撞在生锈的垃圾箱上,巴斯特和莱利在我旁边。“好吧,混蛋,我们要好好谈谈你雇来绑架麦凯布(McCabe)双胞胎的那些疯子……”




剧透 -   :
“We’re in position. How do you want to handle this one, Sensei?”
I pondered that question, leaving the ’link open as I walked through the front door of Tony’s Place in Tacoma. It was busy for a Tuesday night; mostly crewmembers from a Wuxing freighter, but the regulars were in their usual places. I was looking for one regular in particular.
My augmented vision cut through the bar’s smoky haze and neon-sign glare as I scanned the back tables. Sure enough, there he was, right where my contact said he’d be, holding court at a large, round table with his back to the wall. I strode past the sailors working hard to get drek-faced, right up to the table. In the corner of my vision, a countdown continued to tick away; only two hours ten minutes to go. There wasn’t time to frag around, I needed answers now. 
“Follow my lead. If we can do this the easy way, fine. If not, be ready.”
At the table were three individuals wearing typical blue-collar fashions and one in expensive business attire. He stuck out like a handful of sore thumbs, but Tommy always preferred to do his business down by the docks. He was busy telling one of his famous dirty jokes, but stopped mid-word when I stepped up. I stood there for a moment, hands in my long-coat’s pockets all casual-like as Tommy leaned back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a smug look on his face.
“ Jimbo. Holy drek! Never thought I’d see you again; not after that business in L.A.”
“Stow it, Tommy. I’m not in the mood. Tell your chums to clear out because we need to talk.”
“Why, Jimmy that’s not nice,” Tommy said. “These fine people are trying to enjoy a nice drink. You wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.” He put his glass down, and his hand moved  slowly for the gun I knew was on his hip. Gods, he really was stupid.
Before Tommy could do anything else, I kicked the table into his gut, pinning him against the wall. Tommy’s two pals at my right stumbled with their chairs as they tried to draw weapons, but one on my left was smooth, too damn smooth. From the corner of my eye, I saw he had a Warhawk out and pointed at my head. But before he pulled the trigger, there was a flash and he crumbed to the floor. I love manabolts.
With Mr. Smooth out of the fight, I drew my Predator and put a Stick-n-Shock round in each of the two fraggers on my right, but one got off a shot. I felt a sharp sting in my side, then wetness formed; fragging cheap Kevlar. Riley could handle it later, though.
I’m getting too old for this drek.
The sailors started to riot, but a couple blasts from Buster’s combat shotgun into the ceiling ended that noise real quick. Both walked from the bar toward me, Riley’s hands glowing with magical energy while Buster covered her. “Keep it frosty boys, this’ll just take a minute” she said. The sailors backed down, not wanting to take on a magician and a troll packing heat.
I reached over and grabbed Tommy by his expensive shirt and hauled him over table and escorted him out the back door. In the putrid alleyway, I slammed him up against a rusty dumpster with Buster and Riley flanking me. “Okay, asshole, we’re going to have a nice conversation about the psychos you hired to kidnap the McCabe twins …”
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