Walk in the Rain Part 9

His eyes scanned through the magazine through his gas mask lenses. Every once in a while, he'd flip the page. Another girl, another set of breasts, and a story of their life, as well as their likes and dislikes. It had been the first time he'd ever bought a nudy magazine, of course, he wasn't IDed, no one really wanted to know what he looked like underneath that desert suit other than a few particular interested parties who were after his head for destroying their headquarters single-handedly. It's not that he was really all that interested in seeing naked women, it was more just to experience what it was like to go up to a clerk and say "I want that one because I think her knockers are awesome."

That was when there came a beeping from one of his proximity Den Den Mushis. That was when he saw perhaps the very last things he expected to see in his entire life. A cat that walked upright, carrying what looked like Red Dog Dan bound and gagged. He set Dan down and pressed the buzzer button. Ricky Muro paused for a very long moment, then began to nod.

Ricky: You now have my attention. [Pressed a button]

It wasn't a minute before the catman set Dan down in front of him, and then stood on top of him. Dan smelled like piss, sweat and many other horrible odors all at once, but Ricky was thankful that he wore the gasmask in that instant.

Ricky: Alright, well other than the very large sweaty man, did you happen to need anything else?

Rinji: Mewhahahaha! Of course, I'm sure he will be worth a few ship cannons, and maybe a good pistol or two.

Ricky: Two rifles.

Rinji: Eh?! I didn't even ask for two rifles! That's not even 80,000 belli!

Ricky: One sling shot.

Rinji: Sling shot now?! What kind of haggling system is this?

Ricky: I've never haggled with cats before, did you want a ball of yarn?

Rinji: Do you want to have an early funeral! You little punk!

Ricky: seven cannons...

Rinji: HOW DARE Y--- Whoa wait, seven?

That was when a red light began to gleam, and draw Ricky's attention away from their conversation. He looked at the monitor to see some crazy-looking men, wearing torn up black clothing and raggity mohawks. The two in the front simply held onto each other, and then rammed themselves into the door, busting it straight down. Ricky acted quickly and flipped up a covering which concealed a switch, which he then flipped.

In the hallway near the entrance there came two rows of three turret machine guns. All of them began to fire, taking down five of the intruders, but then two grenades were thrown into the hallway, exploding and destroying the turret machine guns. Around twenty guys rushed into the building, all of them holding pistols and rifles, wearing torn black clothing, and horrible, stringy hair.