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> PERSPECTIVE SWITCH - Cpl Xu "Stir Fry" BAMFORD

For once, the briefing was at a human hour. Since he lost his leg Bamford had been getting used to the three weeks of light duty and 12pm wake ups. That apparently ended this week, as he was being rotated back into active service, complete with new mechanical leg courtesy of Dr Shen. The leg itself was a working prototype of the new MEC augmentations which were being developed by the cybernetics lab.

Today's briefing was being held in the Barracks bar by Sgt Viktor who managed the day to day logistics of the troops. Invited was the rest of Foxtrot Squad, Giltinė and Shota.
Everyone filtered in, taking seats on the cheap sofas around the big screen normally used for watching sports.
Everyone quickly splits off into their own groups, you look for a free seat.

> Sit with Loli, Shota Ivan and Naoi.
> Sit with Heather, Frenchie and the Brit.
> Sit with the American.
> Get behind the bar.

>>35937846
Goddamnit its 5:30am and I need to sleep.

> Get behind the bar.

Looks like I'll have to catch up on this when I wake up, thanks for running it Dent

>>35937846
>> Get behind the bar.
We a strong leader, remain neutral and get everyone hammered.

>>35937846
> Sit with Heather, Frenchie and the Brit.

hah, finally

>>35937846
>Get behind the bar.
We wouldn't be here if not to make use of the bar.

>>35937846
>> Sit with Loli, Shota Ivan and Naoi.
heather a shit

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>>35937846
> Get Behind the Bar

Deciding that the contents of the drinks cabinet need company, you quickly slip behind the bar and start looking through the bottles. Under the table you have the usual collection of spirits, along with some more unusual drinks.

Considering none of you are normally allowed here unless you've already completed a successful mission, you decide to share some of the love and start making drinks

> Vodka shots!
> Buckfast!
> Lager!
> Red Wine!
> Saki Rice Wine!
> Whisky!
> MIX EVERYTHING!
> Put Roofies in EVERYTHING!

>>35938201
>> Whisky!
We high class professional escort.

>>35938201
>> Vodka shots!
>> Buckfast!
>> Lager!
>> Red Wine!
>> Saki Rice Wine!
>> Whisky!

Why choose?

>>35938201

> MIX EVERYTHING!
> Put Roofies in EVERYTHING!

>>35938201
> MIX EVERYTHING!
of course

>>35938201
> Whisky!
and
> Saki Rice Wine!
for the jap loli

>>35938376
That's racist.

>>35938431

I agree, we should also prepare vodka stakanchiks for the Russian and the murderloli and the shota that's apparently attached to her.

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>>35938201
> MIX EVERYTHING!

Gathering all the drinks from under the counter you quickly get to work making what you once described to a client as a "Shanghai interracial gangbang with coke".

In goes a quart of grey goose, a third of Glenmorangie, two measures of gasoline, an entire bottle of Sambuca, four measures of Jagermeister and topped with a spring of mint.

You then blitz it in the blender for a minute, before adding lemon and pineapple juice, and pour it into glasses for everyone.

Its at this point you realize everyone is looking at you, just as you light the first glass with a match.

>D20 BEHOLD WHAT YOUR DECADENCE HAS WROUGHT!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35938504

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35938504

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35938504
delicious

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35938504

It's ogre

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35938504

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>>35938504
The drinks ignite, blue flames gently burning on the top of the liquid, you hand them out to the squad and Viktor, who looking at you with a confused expression. Taking their drinks after a moment of hesitation, they all wait for you to take the first sip, which you quickly take.

Tastes... good actually. Very good. You got the amount of gasoline right this time.

Following your example, everyone else starts on their drinks, most of them making agreeable noises as they relax into their chairs. Even Viktor gives you a smile as he downs his before getting everyone else's attention.

"Right Scum, now that you are all here, it has been decreed by our lord and master commander that after each month, troops are to be allowed one weekend off on leave. And since somehow, your the highest scoring squad this month, we're letting you get first pick on where you want to go... Oh and Loli said she stab Officer Bradford if she didn't get to go to... so she gets to go too." He gently winces, at memories best forgotten.
"Regardless, you have a choice of three cities in which to spend your weekend" he continues, looking at you all expectantly.

> Vegas
> Bangkok
> Amsterdam

>>35938763
> Amsterdam
weed weed weed

>>35938763
>North Korea

Vegas

>>35938763
>> Amsterdam
I bet there's exalt there, let's buy them a joint.

>>35938763

Do we have connections in Bang Cock we could use to show the men (and women) around?

If not, go for Vayjas

>>35938763
>> Amsterdam

>>35938763
>> Vegas

>>35938763
> Amsterdam

>>35938763
Pyongyang (North Korea)

Have a fight with your leave

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>>35938763
> Amsterdam
As expected, everyone has a different idea of where to go, with a three way tie between the three options. Despite this Loli and Shota abstain, saying they dont mind where they will end up, provided there is 'fun'

Casting your deciding vote, you suggest Amsterdam since you know a few 'colleagues' who offer discounts there. This immediately makes the Brit change his vote to support yours. He could at least try to be subtle...

Viktor quickly dispatches you to the armory's lockers to change into civilian clothes, each of you having been handed an outfit by the armourer.

As you all gather in the in the skyranger bay, you see what X-Com has 'given' you to wear on your day off.

> D20 Stylin bitches!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35939398

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35939398
the stylingiest?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35939398
/fa/

Rolled 17 (1d20)

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>>35939398

Its quickly apparent to all of you, that rather than actually buy you clothing, X-Com had just looted the luggage from a few international flights.

Heather is wearing a rather fetching cocktail dress with a bust two sizes too small for her, earning her more than a few looks from the skyranger ground crew and making her face flush red with either embarrassment, or barely contained rage.

Ivan got off lightly, wearing an impeccably cut formal suit. However, this combined with his vast stature, resulted in a look best approximated by bouncers at the meaner sort of nightclub.

The American is wearing an bright Hawaiian shirt and shorts that should be considered a war crime. Despite this he's grinning from ear to ear, totally oblivious to just how much of a twat he looks like.

Loli and Shota seem to be wearing matching outfits... Maid Outfits. At a glance, it would be hard to tell them apart.

Naoi however, is the only one among you wearing 'normal' clothing. A thick woolen sweater and a knee length skirt, with her glasses she actually pulls of the secretary look quite well.

You seemed to have come off better than the rest, sporting a stylish purple pimp suit, complete with hat and aviator shades.

Adopting a role more suitable to a man of your pimp stature, you gesture the team aboard the skyranger, looking out the back in time to see Viktor waving you off. Just as he goes green...

3...
2...
1...

*THUNK*

Yep. He shouldn't have chugged that drink....


Thirty minutes later, you and the rest of the squad are standing outside of Amsterdam's central station, trying to decide what to do.

> Hookers!
> Ice Cream!
> Bar!
> Casino!
> Other (suggest)

>>35939843

>Hookers!
like that was even a question.

Lolis and Shota will probably find their way out though, better agree on extraction time and location in advance.

>>35939843
>> Ice Cream!
We please the Loli first and foremost, once she's been initially entertained we can hit the casino, a word on the sly to the Brit for directions to his entertainment

>>35939843
> Ice Cream!
avoid getting stabbed!

>>35939843
>> Ice Cream!
Vanilla with straberry. Because we have casual taste.

>>35939843
>> Ice Cream!
Always.

>>35940134
We're a high class escort, why'd we have casual icecream taste?

>>35940152
We're weird that way.

>>35940206
>our fetish is preferring standard flavours of icecream

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>>35939843
> Ice Cream!

As everyone stands around trying to decide what to do, you shuffle up next to loli and her brother.
"Hey Kid, want some ice cream?" you whisper in the most creepy voice you can manage.
"Really? You'll buy me and Onii-Chan ice cream?" She beams at you, completely oblivious to the fact that a creepy Asian guy in a pimp suit is offering her sweets.
"Of course! nothing by the best for my favorite little maids!" You respond. Kids these days, back in your day if a creepy man in a pimp suit asked if you wanted ice-cream you'd charge at least $50. And ice cream.

As you and your two diminutive friends make to leave, you feel a large and heavy hand on your shoulder. Followed by a gruff voice.

"Where she goes. I go. Da?" His meaty paw biting into the flesh of your shoulder as a warning.

While the four of you have decided that you want ice cream, everyone else seems to be insisting on going their own ways, with Heather and the American making towards the nearest bar they can find, Frenchie and Naoi heading towards the casino and the Brit stating with suspicious conviction that he will "go look at some art galleries or stuff"

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>>35940484

Five minutes later, you manage to find a suspiciously nice ice cream parlor, complete with various flavors of Italian made ice cream. Loli by this point is positively bouncing, saying she wants this flavor and that flavor, unable to decide exactly what she wants.
Shota on the other hand simply asks for a tub of vanilla. Finally Ivan suggests something called a "Amsterdam special" muttering that he tried it before a few years ago...

Everyone else takes a seat as you go up to the counter, ordering everyone's preference, leaving your own to last. When it comes to your order however, you discover that X-Com while happy to ship you to a city of your choice, have neglected to actually give you any money besides what was left in your jacket pocket. Looks like your going to have to share

> Share Loli's selection of flavors
> Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special
> Share Shota's tub of vanilla

>>35940501

>Vanilla

>>35940501
>> Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special
It's a special, gotta try something new.

>>35940501
>> Share Shota's tub of vanilla
For our vanilla taste.

>>35940501
>Share Loli's selection of flavors
What could go wrong?

>>35940501
> Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special
if it's a special...

>>35940501
>> Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special
Ivan knows a lot, I'm willing to bet his suggestion is a good one

>Ice cream store

Never really liked that map much. Aliens please stay away.

>>35940501
>Share Loli's selection of flavors
Well might as well enjoy a platter of tastes right?

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>>35940648

you know there's only one way this can end

>>35940501
>Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special

>>35940501
Since we're a high class professional escort, reckon we could make some decent money for about an hours worth of work?

It's been said we have contacts in the city so it could be easy enough to find a client.

Plus we've got metals legs now, surely that's a rarity enough that potential clients into that sort of thing are fighting for the right?

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> Share Ivan's Amsterdam Special

You bring over everyone's orders, handing Loli and Shota their orders before taking a seat and placing the Amsterdam special in front of Ivan. Its... certainly unique, covered in syrup and sprinkles, with a lit sparkler on the top. The image of a beast such as Ivan eating it would make you laugh, were it not for the feeling that he would pulp you for it...

"Not ordering?" He asks, curious as to your lack of dish as he takes a spoonful of the dessert.
"Not enough cash. They didn't give us any"
"Here. eat." He pushes the dish over to you with a spare spoon in an apparent gesture of solidarity.
Taking your spoon you try the dessert. Its really quite good actually, just the right mix of whipped cream, syrup and raspberry ice cream.

Next to you Loli seems to be complaining to Shota between shoveling various flavors into her mouth with reckless abandon, something about Bradford being a "Super Duper Meanie" for not allowing her to have pets on base.

You realize this is the first chance you've had to speak to Ivan since the last mission as he's been shadowing Loli and her brother like a hawk ever since....

> Ask what happened on the mission?
> Ask about his life before X-Com?
> Ask why he's looking after the kids?

>>35940795
> Ask what happened on the mission?

>>35940795

>What happened on the mission?
>Where did we pick up the shota?

>>35940795
>> Ask why he's looking after the kids?

>>35940795
OH, I thought we only had the cash to share one choice between ALL of us

Anyway,
> Ask what happened on the mission?
>"Metal fingers hunh? Us tinmen gotta stick together."

>>35940795
>Ask why he's looking after the kids?

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>>35940795
> Ask what happened on the last mission?


"So what happened on the last mission? You've been... off ever since?"

His expression hardens at the question and he puts his spoon down, obviously annoyed at you prying.
"Things Happened" He responds flatly, glaring at you
"Like?"
"Terrible things"

> D20 Persuade.

>>35940795
>> Ask what happened on the mission?

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35940971
>"Well, you remember that time I lost my lower body? C'mon man, us tinmen gotta stick together"

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35940971

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35940971

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35940971
Unclam that ruski!

Rolled 1 (1d20)

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>>35940971
He looks over to the two children eating their ice cream and how loli rants to her brother, who despite everything, nods and puts up with it. His face softens slightly and he pulls a hipflask from god knows where, taking a swing before offering it to you.

You take a swing. Calling it brake fluid would be generous, your pretty certain you just burnt off most of your taste buds.

As you hand it back, he leaves it on the table, ready for when he needs it.
"Good Da? Well... The mission..."
He continues on for a good twenty minutes, filling you in on the events that took place on the last mission, especially the reference to Dave.

> You are now aware of Ivan's perspective of the last mission in Russia. Including Dave's involvement and the power source.

When he finishes, the hipflask is empty and the kids are just finishing their ice cream. Shota's now giggling at Loli who in her desperate speed to consume everything, has a bad case of brain freeze.
He nods to you for a moment, getting up to get her a glass of warm water. As he does, your pocket makes an annoying beeping noise. Its a phone.

> Answer?
> Ignore?
> Toss the Phone.

>>35941210
>Read the screen to see if the number has been saved on the phone

>>35941210
> Answer?
either xcom placed it here, and it's important, or it has to do with its previous owner
guess we can just pretend it's a wrong/new number or something

>>35941210

Fug. It is Them.

>Answer

>>35941210
>> Answer?
Hi.

>>35941260

Hey, if we're in luck, it might be a customer!

>>35941210
>Answer

>>35941210
>> Answer?

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>>35941210
> Answer


You pick up the Phone, hitting the answer key.

"Xu's escort service, how may i direct your call?" you answer in your best Chinaman voice.

A deep voice speaks from the handset, ignoring your greeting "You will be in Washington in sixteen hours. There is a man called Steve there. You are to keep him alive. He will tell you more."

> Who are you?
> Who is Steve?
> Your missing out on some top class service. Tell you what, half price. Just for you!

>>35941509
>> Your missing out on some top class service. Tell you what, half price. Just for you!
He drives a hard bargain.

>>35941509
> Your missing out on some top class service. Tell you what, half price. Just for you!

>>35941509
>Your missing out on some top class service. Tell you what, half price. Just for you!

>>35941509
>"Out of curiosity, who do you believe you're currently speaking to?"

>>35941568
Ooooh that.

>>35941551
>>35941554
>>35941558

Guys what, shouldn't we be negotiating terms of payment and service or whatever it is rentboys do? It seems like he wants us to service a man called Steve

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>>35941509

" Xu Bamford. Date of Birth 1989. Illegitimate son of a British Oil consultant and a Chinese prostitute. Arrested four times for prostitution, twice for pimping and..." he pauses, as if reading over the text again "Two hundred and sixty three times for what the file says 'lewd behavior'.... And one unpaid parking ticket in Tijuana Mexico. Officially died 8th of March 2014. Do I have you attention now?"

> Yes
> No
> Offer still stands!

>>35941813

>Offer stil stands

>>35941813
> Offer still stands!
you can even bring a friend!

>>35941813
>Offer still stands!
>"But it would also be nice to be informed that the phone in these clothes was placed by you guys and not just the previous occupant's"

>>35941813
>Offer still stands!

>>35941813
I'm on vacation. Ask someone else.

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>>35941813
>Offer Still stands!

"Idiot" The line goes dead with a click
"he hung up on me..." you say, somewhat disappointed. All things considered, your part of what is effectively a paramilitary suicide squad. How could anything worse happen...

Loli quickly recovers from her brain freeze once Ivan gives her the warm water, apparently according to the staff, this happens a lot to young teenagers...

You decide to keep the phone call to yourself, considering everyone in the room is fully capable of murdering you without too much effort, letting them know about possibly being a sleeper agent would be a bad idea.

Everyone having finished their Ice cream, Ivan suggests seeing if you all can catch up with the rest of the squad.

> To the Casino!
> The Bars!
> To the "Art Galleries"

>>35942154

>To the Art Galleries
make them actual art galleries.

>>35942154
>To the "Art Galleries"
Why not, haven't seen some of our old friends in ages. Just think of their reaction when we show them our legs!

>>35942154
>> The Bars!

>>35942154
>> To the Casino!

>>35942154
> To the "Art Galleries"

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>>35942154
>To the "art galleries"

You tell them the best bet would be to head to the "Art Galleries". Probably not the best place to take two underage teenagers, but considering one murders people for fun and the other reads minds, you doubt it will do any lasting harm.

Wandering down towards the red light district, the local talent is out in force, with the famous windows on each side showcasing the wares on offer. With your discerning eye for the industry, you try to guess where your British companion would have ended up.

...
...
...

Who are you kidding, He will be in the most obvious and overpriced whorehouse in the city.

As you walk along the street, you can see Shota blushing furiously, while Loli stops at each window and smiles at each of the ladies, and few men, along the way.

The twin matching maid outfits that the kids have on however, don't fail to attract attention, soon a rather dapper man in a suit approaches you.

"So my good friend, I see you brought a pair of exceptional companions with you, How much for a half hour of their time?"

> $500.
> $200 but no touching
> Ivan. Please would please discourage this fine gentleman.

>>35942154
>To the "Art Galleries"
this oughta be good we should draw a picaso were the bombs are fell on their own people to test them

>>35942428
>Ivan. Please would please discourage this fine gentleman.

>>35942428

>'They are already on assignment. Only I am available, would you like an offer?'

>>35942428
> Ivan. Please would please discourage this fine gentleman.

Pimpin fine...

>>35942428
>> Ivan. Please would please discourage this fine gentleman.

>>35942428
>Giltine, how much do you want more icecream....?"

>>35942428
> $500.
discretely tell giltine to murder his ass as soon as the three of them are alone

>>35942428
>> Ivan. Please would please discourage this fine gentleman.
But I guess he'd do it even without us asking...

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>>35942428
> Ivan. Please discourage this fine gentleman.


Ivan reacts instantly to your request, grabbing the punter by the throat and tossing him into a nearby alleyway. He walks into the alley while you stand and watch for any of the local gang types. The sounds from inside the alley sound similar to the noise meat makes when being tenderized.

Thirty seconds later, he comes back out and hands you a wallet loaded with 100 Euro notes. Well that's the money problem sorted for tonight.

Meanwhile, you make your way towards the most obvious whorehouse, one with huge neon lights adorning the building. Its a fair bet that your British friend will be in there.

Approaching the door, your entourage is stopped by the bouncer, who speaks to you in broken English
"One customer. No extras"

>D20 Bluff check.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35942631

>actually you work for me

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35942631

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35942631
Come now son, i'm a good clientile and i have bussiness to have here!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35942631
>"What extras?"

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35942631
Oh come on I am a good friend of your boss.

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>>35942631
"But I'm here to inspect the merchandise?" you bluff, trying to convince the bouncer to let you in.
It doesn't work.
"Dont know you. Fuck off" He barks back at you, putting a hand inside his jacket.
At that moment, you hear a curiously British accented scream from inside.

Fuck it. Plan B.

You knee the bouncer in the groin before he can draw whatever is in his pocket, doubling him over low enough for you to smash his face with your fist. Following your example, Ivan breaks down the door.

Inside is a poorly lit corridor, with ladies in various stages of undress going in and out of side rooms, the scream comes from upstairs again. This time louder.
You make a break for the stairs while Shota and Loli follow your impromptu entrance, Shota now giggling uncontrollably for some reason.
Making it upstairs, you hone in on the screams, coming to a locked door.

"Ivan. Get us inside"
"Da"

Ivan body checks the door twice before it gives way, the center of it giving way and sending him sprawling into the room. You step inside, ready to rescue your friend from whatever torture he's gotten himself into

> D20 San check.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35942878

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35942878
Cover the innocent eyes of our friends!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35942878
O.O

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35942878
>shota giggling
oh god oh god

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35942878
Is that door made of layered cardboard?

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>>35942878

Inside, beyond the prone form of Ivan, you see two figures, one of which seems to be riding the other with a cowboy hat and spurs. The rider, wearing a rather fetching corset and leather ensemble, seems to be having the time of her life.

The same cannot be said for her mount. From the look of it he's been shoved into a gimp suit, had a saddle put on him and had the stirrups stapled to his.... Oh... OH GOD.

Covering your eyes, you knock the woman off her mount, picking him up from the ground as he screams past his ball gag. A carrot shaped object falls to the floor, followed by the smell of sewage.

From the noise downstairs, it seems that the bouncers friends have arrived. Time to leave:

> Out the window
> Get up to the roof!
> Fight our way out!

>>35943021
>Fight our way out!
We've been combat trained for situations these bouncers wouldn't believe!

>>35943021
> Fight our way out!
that will be FUN!

>>35943021
>man goes to find whore
>man gets found in this situation

Either he's very bad at finding whores or Amsterdam is scary

>>35943089

do you think he forgot his safe word?

>>35943056
Oh, almost forgot, we also have Giltine with us. What hope in hell do the bouncers have?
>>35943160
Actually, I can imagine that happening with this guy. He seems pretty absent-minded

>>35943021
>> Out the window
Let's not make a scene on our first day in town.

>>35943021
>Out the window

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>>35943021
> Fight our way out!

Grabbing what you assume is your British friend, you tell Ivan to clear you a path out. Loli just keeps staring at the carrot object on the floor, until Shota gently pulls her away. By the time your all out of the room, the three bouncers have reached the stairs, just in time for Ivan to greet them.

In the tight confines of the stairway they get in each others way, unable to draw weapons before Ivan kicks the first one in the chest, causing him to tumble back into his comrades.
Following up, Ivan bounds down the stairs, bringing his foot down on a hand grasping a machine pistol before kicking the offending bouncer in the face.

Between the five of you, you manage to trample the bouncers into submission, exiting the building to the sound of sirens getting closer. Before any of you can decide what to do, Shota gestures for you all to follow him as he drag's Loli into a back alley.

> Trust Shota!
> Dive in the Canal!

>>35943021
> Out the window
The XCOM way.

>>35943289
> whoops didnt mean to spoil the image. I was going to post something horrible but this is a SFW board

>>35943289
>>35943289
> Trust Shota!
whatcouldgowrong

>>35943289
>Trust Shota!
So wait, we've not actually identified whether that guy we nabbed is the guy we're after?

>>35943289
>> Trust Shota!

>>35943289

>Trust shota

"It's refreshing to see the world we fight so hard to protect"

Where are the previous Long War Quests?

>>35943434
LWQ is archived with LSQ

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Loli%20STALKER

>>35943434
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Loli%20STALKER
start at "airport quest"

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>>35943289

You follow the boy and his sister down the alley. The passed out body of the dapper gentleman not withstanding, you could swear this was a dead end.

"Hold hands and close your eyes" he says to you all, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you all in a line down the alleyway. Trusting him, you close you eyes.

What follows you can best describe as like being dipped in an ice cold bath for a fraction of a second, the only feeling you have besides the chilling cold is Shota's and the gimps hands. And then, its back to normal.

You open your eyes. Your pretty certain this is not the same alley, despite the sirens in the background.

Shota in the is panting heavily, like he's run a mile, using the still staring loli for support.

> Ask Shota what he just did?
> Check on the Gimp
> Check on Loli

>>35943552
> Ask Shota what he just did?
this is awesome

>>35943552
>"That was... teleportation?"
>Check on the Gimp

>>35943552
>> Ask Shota what he just did?

>>35943552
Shit, we've got a psionic. A good one.

Two of them, if his sister's the same way.

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>>35943552
> Ask Shota what he just did?

"Made us... Move..." he pants. Whatever his power is, it certainly did a number on him. Ivan is already coming over to give him a hand, checking him over like a father would dote on their child. He seems okay, but you have the feeling that there is more to this story. In meantime, its time to leave, from the sound of the sirens, he's not moved you far way from where you were.

Behind you, the gimp manages to detach the staples with a whimper. He's still gagged and your honestly wanting to keep it this way. Besides, your going to want photos of this for the rest of HQ to see.

> Head to the Casino
> Head to the Bar

>>35943786
> Head to the Bar
probably the best place to take a breather, and shota needs one

>>35943786
>> Head to the Bar
You cant go gambling somber

>>35943786
>Check the gimp is who we think it is

>>35943786

tk them 2 da bar |

We need to scrub our memory banks with alcohol. And the Brit could probably use some anesthetics as well.

>>35943932
Going from the
>what you assume is your British friend
can we please not double check we got the right guy before heading to get drunk?

We assume it's him because of the accent, that's literally all we had to go on other than him being at one of the many brothels.

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>>35943786
> Head to the Bar


You decide your best bet is to see what Heather and the American are up to. Leaving the alley behind, you make your way back towards the central train station where you started.

From there, you quickly find the bar they went into a couple hours ago. Going inside, its not hard to find them.

Both are sat at a table, with many, many shot glasses around them. From the look of it, they had a drinking contest.

The American lost.

He's passed out over his drinks, drooling gently on the table.

Heather in the meantime, has forgotten it was even a competition and is downing the remaining shots. This would be fine, were it not for the fact that the addition of alcohol has made her forget her dress's bust is too small for her, and now she's fit to burst.

She finally notices you enter, a smile crossing her face as she shifts her bust to make it even closer to popping out right there.

> Ask her what happened?
> Complement her on the dress
> Challenge her to shots!

>>35943786
>Head to the Bar

>>35944003

Grope her tits

>>35944003
> Challenge her to shots!
Our psi guy will wear it all off anyway

>>35944003
>Challenge her to shots!

>>35944003
>> Ask her what happened?
>> Complement her on the dress

>>35944003
>> Complement her on the dress
>> Challenge her to shots!

>>35944003

> Complement her on the dress
> Challenge her to shots!

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>>35944003
> Challenge her to shots!


You ignore her obvious flirting and brush past her towards the bar and approach the barman.

"Bottle. Highland Park. 25 year old. Two Glasses" you state as you drop four of the 100 Euro notes you liberated from the punter earlier. As he gets your order, you add. "Make that two bottles and six glasses. Its been a long night"

Everyone comes up to take a seat at the bar, Apart from the Brit in the gimp suit, who insists on standing. The barman eyes Loli and her brother for a second until you drop another couple notes in front of him.

The bottles arrive, and you quickly pour everyone a glass, from the look of it, no-ones going to complain.

Heather, who is now sitting next to you with a disappointed look on her face looks at the drink for a second manner, her eyebrow raised.

"Ready for a real drinking contest?" you smile, just as you knock back the single malt.

>D20 Drink her under the table!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35944279

Is it fair, when she's already drunk?

Meh, who cares...

>>35944334
Remember. Your half Asian. She's Scottish.

If anything its in her favor

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35944279
aah, the good stuff

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35944279
>Chuggitty chug, gluggitty glug
>Wouldn't hurt to toss a compliment her way as well

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35944348
I always thought she was french for some reason

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35944348

Heh, you havent been in drinkin contest with me mate

>>35944334
>>35944353
>>35944355
By the look of it it's us who is getting molested

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>>35944279


She grins at your challenge, easily knocking back the first glass without blinking. The second and third follow shortly after.

By now, your starting to feel a bit tipsy, and she's just getting a bit frisky again, complete with suggestive leaning. Perhaps its the alcohol, or just that dress, but your forgetting why you were ever angry with her... Oh wait. That.

The Forth shot follows smoothly, its a bit of a waste chugging such a nice malt, but you want to make a point.

On the Fifth, she gets adventurous, managing to cup the glass in her cleavage and showing considerable dexterity, shotting it without spilling a drop.

On the sixth, she makes her move, running her foot up your inner thigh. Gotcha.

With one fast movement, you grab her angle, twisting it. Hard. she stifles a small scream at the pain, looking at your eyes in confusion.

"Do you remember the last mission we did together? the one where I got this nice leg... and what you did when I was bleeding out on the floor..." you whisper to her, a Cheshire cat smile on your face as you slowly start to twist her ankle.

Her eyes widen in response, but only for a moment. She pushes forward towards you suddenly, knocking you off balance. If you were more sober, you would have avoided it, but with the loss of balance from the six whiskies, you fall backwards, her landing atop of you and pinning you to the ground.

She rests her head next to yours, her body keeping you firmly pinned, but in a pleasant way with her bust pressed against you.
"You know the deal, everyone for themselves right? Besides, think of this as the start of an apology..." She whispers in your ear, moving her head towards your lips...

> Fuck it. Why not.
> Bitch. I call the shots here.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>35944639
>Bitch. I drink the shots here
ftfy

>>35944639
>> Fuck it. Why not.

>>35944639
> Fuck it. Why not.
eh, worth it

>>35944639
>> Bitch. I call the shots here.
Too much crazy

>>35944639
> Bitch. I call the shots here.
Respect mah authoriteh!

>>35944875
>Too much crazy
welcome to Xcom, "too much crazy" is the norm here
nah seriously, she's as sane as the MC

>>35944737
Just to be clear, this vote wasn't for either calling shots or fucking it

>>35944639
> Fuck it. Why not.

Mmm, girls with initiative. Besides, we're presently assessing her through beer goggles. Getting it done in Amsterdam sounds like a fine prospect.

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>>35944639
> Bitch. I call the shots here.

Locking your legs inside of hers, you twist under her, rolling to the side. The surprise of you moving so deftly from underneath her is short lived however, as roll atop of her, reversing the pin and locking your lips against hers.
She struggles for a second before returning the kiss, forcing her tongue into your mouth and pressing her chest up against yours in the most seductive way. After a few seconds, you loosen your grip on her arms and concentrate on the oral duel.

This proves to be a mistake as she quickly starts tearing off your shirt right then and there.

Looking up for a moment, you see literally every one of your 'comrades' watching you. Each of them with a phone out taking photos. Even the Brit in the gimp suit has one out. How do you hide a phone in a gimp suit!?

Heather below notices why your distracted from her attentions, looking up at the squad, her lips still locked with yours.

Before either of you can make a move,, everyone's pockets starts beeping in synchrony. Breaking from your lovers grasp, you pull what looks like a pager from one of you many pockets.

//FLASHMESSAGE//XCOM//FOXTROT//
ET WENT PUBLIC. WASHINGTON D.C. UNDER ATTACK. NORTH AMERICAN XCOM COMPROMISED. LEAVE CANCELLED. REPORT TO EXTRACTION.
//ENDFLASHMESSAGE//

At the bar, you hear Loli comment to Shota.

"Awww, just as it was getting good.... "

> Right thats a good place to call it for tonight.

> As usual the archive is at: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Loli%20STALKER

> Twitter for updates: https://twitter.com/LWQ_Dent

> As usual, I'll hang around for a bit for Q&A.

>>35945253
Thanks for running. Damned aliens ruining things

>>35945253
thanks for running!
>How do you hide a phone in a gimp suit!?
i have an idea but... no, just.. no

>>35945253
Our response to this: "Welp, Aliens cockblocked us. Time to respond in the way every single human being on the planet responds when they're suddenly cockblocked."

>>35945335
Nah, there was a carrot there just before we sprang him from the brothel. He wouldn't have kept a phone stashed there too.

Right?

>>35945383
Right!

...let us assume so.

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>>35945253
I believe image related describes our current state of mind close enough.

>>35945335
A Psion did it

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>>35945426
Let me get that for you

> Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/35937742/

>>35945562
Thanks for running Dent, shame I missed the thread. When do you expect the next one, roughly?

>>35945640
Depending on what happens, Friday, Sunday or Monday. Monday is the latest.

I also have an idea for another quest as well. Here is a hint:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPH1OoTobtk

>>35945668
Welp, that's one of my fav songs so that's a good start.

>>35945253
I just caught up, thanks for the thread Dent.

Oh well, we can hatefuck Heather in the skyranger to DC, should be a couple hour flight.

>>35945668
Don't be like HK. One quest at a time.