Wolves and Sheep

Silver Star - First Class Berth

I ... uhh," the diminutive hacker mumbled, licking his lips nervously as beads of sweat began to form on his brow at Dozer's pointed words. The muzzle of his pistol though shaking slightly still held the still sprawled FBI agent in his aim.

Yakov, his eyes catching Beatrice took a shot, the bullet grazing her shoulder as she stepped into the hall. He then swung the weapon around, adding another hole to Nik's designer jacket. Eyes narrowed in pain and annoyance, the thief lined up a shot of his own and nicked the Russian boss's side.

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Dozer quirked an eyebrow.

"C'mon, Kev. Those are real bullets flying out there. It's really not a good time to start laggin'. What matters to you, right now?"

Silver Star - First Class Car

Sprinting down the hall Beatrice rammed into the Russian boss, placing a leg behind his to knock him off his feet. It felt however like she had ran into a wall, the Russian gangster barely moving as she bounced off.

Inside the small first class berth, the hacker's eyes drifted to the constant commotion coming from the corridor, his mannerisms becoming increasingly nervy as his gaze continued to drift from the FBI agent on the floor to the activity in the hall.

Grunting from the impact, the now enraged boss took a swing at Beatrice and only found air. His follow up punch to Nik found it's mark, connecting with the thief's rugged jaw. Swearing Nik returned the favor, his well placed jab connecting with the bridge of Yakov's nose.

Hearing the pained grunt from his 'boss' and Yakov's follow up punch to Nik, Kevin's gaze shifted back to Dozer, his eyes narrowing a bit as his nerves steeled themselves momentarily. "What matters?" the hacker shrieked, "What matters to me is RESPECT. And I will have it." The shaking of the pistol stopped, his finger starting to tense, leaving Dozer to expect the shot.

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Dozer pulled his head back in a grimace like Kevin had spit on him.

"Yeah," Dozer made a show of wiping the side of his face with his off hand, "And squealing like an XBOX Live kid's a great step towards that."

He shook his left hand to the side.

"Tell you what, why don't you go and fight off an entire jihadist cell by yourself for a half hour, and then we might start talking about respect. I was able to do it while only catching three bullets in my gut, and some shrapnel in my leg."

Dozer sniffed before gripping his rifle again. The M4 had not wavered while he had done this.

"Then again, I only did that because those bastards would have stormed that school, and killed all those little girls because they wanted to learn to read," he grinned again, "Being noticed for Ranger training was just a nice little bonus."

Dozer then shrugged.

"And now that I think about it, that probably kept me out of jail after I beat that Pitfall agent nearly to death because he murdered a civilian. Still ended up guarding a dumpster for the rest of my military career. Even when I transferred to the FBI, they dumped me behind a desk in a cage.

"Hell, only reason they let me be here was because of an injury on one of the teams. Probably won't even mentioned afterwards, except maybe as a scapegoat to pin the blame on if something goes wrong. Yet I still grapple-hooked from a moving SUV onto a moving train, then ran and fought my way through twelve cars. Even got a shotgun blast for the trouble.

"And now I'm staring down a scared little boy who seems to think waving a gun around and threatening to release a digital WMD will gain him respect."

Dozer leaned in with a sneer, "The first one makes you a target to be taken down. The second one makes you a flag that needs to be captured.

"Really, dude, the only winning move for you right now, is not to play."

Silver Star - First Class Car

"Suka ...," {Bitch} Yakov grunted in pain towards Beatrice, blood now pouring from his busted nose.

Inside the berth, Dozer's matter of fact words hit home, the pistol that seconds before had been pointing at the agent now fell to the hacker's side, flinching at a yell from the train car's small corridor.

With a roar the Russian boss launched himself at Beatrice, his first swing flailing wildly over her ducking head. The air however was pushed from her lungs as Yakov's follow up knee to her stomach doubled her over. Nik flailed at the boss with little effect, trying to draw the Russian's attention from Bea.

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Dozer let out a long breath as Kevin finally relented.

"They say these trains are comfortable to ride in," he said as he pulled himself up into a crouch, "Didn't seem that way down there."

He pointed his chin at the pistol.

"Why don't you put that on the ground," he then thumbed over to the other side of the cabin, "Then stare at the wall with your hands behind your head? Maybe enjoy the scenery."

Dozer then poked his head out to check the fight going on outside.

"Hey, could you keep it down?!" Dozer shouted before bringing his rifle up, "We're having a conversation in here!"

As he steadied his rifle, he gave a glance at Kevin.

"The jokes keep me sane," Dozer shrugged.

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Silver Star - First Class Car

Ensuring Kevin wasn't going to be a problem, Dozer came to a knee his rifle coming to bear as he took status of the fight still raging in the corridor. Clearly annoyed at Nik's assault, he pushed the thief off of him, swinging his fists to little effect. Nik countered, grazing the crime boss's head.

Recovering, Beatrice lashed out. The Russian blocking her well placed sidekick only to be dazed by her follow up fist. Yakov stepped back, his eyes still burning with rage, his body betraying the toll the fight was beginning to take on him. His fists, though still held up in a guard position wavered slightly, his shoulders slightly bowed.

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"Y'know," Dozer said as he carefully lined up his shots, not hitting his teammates a priority, "It's kind of ironic that the guy with the tactical gear..."

-CHAK-

"Seems to be the only one trying to take people in alive."

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Silver Star - First Class Car

The rubber bullet slammed into Yakov's stomach, doubling him over with a pained grunt before ultimately pitching over to the floor.

Nik, shying away from the sudden suppressed gunshot, snorted in amusement as he watched the Russian crime boss collapse to the floor ...

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*Thud*

"Especially considering all the fisticuffs going on."

Dozer sighed again. Gripping the door, he pulled himself up, before poking his head out further.

"Anybody else want to join in? Or can we call this done?"

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Dozer grinned, before pulling out another handful, "Of course, I buy in bulk."

After Bea took them, Dozer held out some more for Nik.

"Hey, man, do me a favor. Gotta make sure everything here's secured proper. There should be..." he paused to think, "Four? Thugs unconscious in the last car. Didn't want to risk the clock, so we rushed forward without tying them up. I'm guessing the engine's alright, so could you just quickly make sure none of them got back up?"

Dozer smiled, "Maybe grab some hydration for us? Have to check that they didn't poison the drinks."

Silver Star - First Class Car

Yakov's eyes fluttered open as Beatrice applied the plastic restraints, the Russian boss beginning to struggle slightly against the bonds as he began to get his bearings.

Nik took the zip ties with a nod, his eyes drifting to the Russian mobster that was now shaking the cobwebs out of his head, with a small grimace of concern before racing off to secure the Cafe Car.

The mobster's head turned slightly, his still groggy gaze catching sight of the hacker standing seemingly unharmed. "Ootebya nyetu peeski," {You have no (certain part of male anatomy)} he roared, "Zhopu porvu margala vikoliu" {I’ll rip your ass and poke out your eyes} He began to thrash about, eyes seething, as he attempted to wriggle his way to the hacker. "You're a dead man Mr. Medroff ... a dead man. There's nowhere they can put you we can't get to you"

Kevin's eyes went wide, his gaze shifting between the boss and his captors, worry evident upon his pale face though far from panicked.

Dozer, in speaking of the clock, quickly did the math ... his military training and experience used to working within tight timetables. There was probably 3 minutes left until Kevin was expected to auction off SEER and an additional 2 until the train pulled into Hollywood station. Having been out of contact with Agent Cho, or if he was even still following, he had no idea what was waiting for them there.

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Dozer stooped down and picked up Kevin's gun.

"Now, now, don't be too angry at this guy. He was merely unprepared for my badass steely gaze," Dozer released the pistol's magazine, letting it fall on the mobster's head, "If you get the chance to talk to your pals out there, they'll confirm that I don't go down easy."

Stepping on the guy's back to keep him from moving, clearing the pistol's chamber before tossing the gun to the side, he looked to Beatrice, after glancing to confirm Nik being in the other car, and lowered his voice, making sure his head radio was turned off in case the connection was reestablished, "Three minutes to sat, five to station. Be quick about it."

With foot still on the guy's back, Dozer leaned down a little, "Though speaking of dead people, a lot of lively people really liked that agent over there. Some very lively, very dedicated, very well trained people. Who are going to be pissed that he's gone. And are not amused by those who threaten the un-armed and unwilling to fight."

For emphasis, Dozer reached over, and placed his rifle's barrel perpendicular onto the floor next to the guy's peripheral vision.

"So find that guy all you want. Any boys that survive the attempt we'll stack up in a cell like firewood. In compromising positions. Because it amuses us."

Dozer gave a 'really?' expression at Beatrice slamming the Russian's head on the floor.
"Oh we had a real barrel-to-barrel conversation, got to know each other real well. Kev here's apparently really big on getting respect. Guessing he wasn't appreciated enough at his old job, and figured showing off his hacking skills would get him that."

Dozer leaned back and looked towards Kevin.

"Hey man, this nice..." Dozer paused, and looked at Beatrice, "...ly bruised lady's going ask you to do some things. Help her out, don't..." a wave of a hand, "...mess up what's left of her makeup, and, uh..."

Dozer considered for a moment, before stepping in closer.

"...Some L33t-y Screamer-boys'll hashtag it," he whispered.Before Kevin has a chance to respond, Dozer was back out the door, closing it behind him.

"Get what you need, ma'am," Dozer said at normal volume, "I shall stand guard out here."

Dozer then grabbed the shotgun, and proceeded to eject shells out of it.

Silver Star - First Class Car

Yakov's eyes rolled back up into his head, his former struggling ceasing as his faced bounced once off the corridor floor.

Kevin's nervous gaze flicked between Dozer and Beatrice, listening somewhat worriedly to their exchange. When Dozer leaned in, the hacker's eyes flared at the agent's subtle message.

Shouts of, "They most of all will show me the RESPECT ... I deserve", followed him into the hall.

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