James Bond Wishes... (pt.2)

January 27, 2018:

Following Part 1. Natasha and the crew sent to evacuate her continue their fight against the pirates who reveal themselves to be the "Red Eels" in service of China White's syndicate.

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Fade In…

Continued from: http://cmbeta.wikidot.com/log:6856

The area the water battle has carried in to is known as Buccaneer Bay, once upon a time a place where corsairs and pirates of old used to host naval battles in larger, older vessels.

There is a serious of explosive pops coming from those pursuing them and the PT boat Natasha is on with Eben and Captain Huran lurches, rocks in the center of three blasted water pillars all drumbeating in to the ocean on all sides.

"This is bad." Eben stresses, "I have to get below deck and prepare for any damages. Keep up the return fire!" He vanishes inside the hatchway.

"We're taking on water!" A yell from below. Clearly Eben shouting to the Captain.

"But but we're still fine, Agent! Don't worry yourself any."

More gun fire, those two boats that are high lifted at the nose, bouncing fast and carrying passengers are moving close, shooting at the ship as they begin to circle it, closer and closer. That other PT boat chugging slowly towards them as the big flat war platform of a vessel slowly drifts behind them. It's huge the closer it gets, almost sci-fi in appearance with it's makeshift rusted setup, high lift way above water and throne like central point, armored plating wrapped around it but wide enough out it even looks very similar to Jabba's Pleasure Yacht only on the water, not as flat paneled and there is no giant slug sitting on the top deck. The area the water battle has carried in to is known as Buccaneer Bay, once upon a time a place where corsairs and pirates of old used to host naval battles in larger, older vessels.

There is a serious of explosive pops coming from those pursuing them and the PT boat Natasha is on with Eben and Captain Huran lurches, rocks in the center of three blasted water pillars all drumbeating in to the ocean on all sides.

"This is bad." Eben stresses, "I have to get below deck and prepare for any damages. Keep up the return fire!" He vanishes inside the hatchway.

More gun fire, those two boats that are high lifted at the nose, bouncing fast and carrying passengers are moving close, shooting at the ship as they begin to circle it, closer and closer. That other PT boat chugging slowly towards them as the big flat war platform of a vessel slowly drifts behind them. It's huge the closer it gets, almost sci-fi in appearance with it's makeshift rusted setup, high lift way above water and throne like central point, armored plating wrapped around it but wide enough out it even looks very similar to Jabba's Pleasure Yacht only on the water, not as flat paneled and there is no giant slug sitting on the top deck.

Naval Warfare was one skill that Natasha Romanoff was NOT a skilled expert at… She wasn't a navy-type, and never had been. Nat looked over her shoulder to watch Eben abandoned her on the upper deck and it made her scowl, water was dripping off of her as she was drenched now from all the ocean splash hitting their boat.

"Are we out of torpedos?!" Natasha shouted, but he was already gone. She slammed her right hand on the heavy machine gun she was manning and turned back ato it to open fire again after having more ammunition put in.

It was the faster boats that Natasha was making her priority… they wanted to outrun the big ones, so the small ones needed to be takedown. The .50 on their PT Boat continued to blast rapidly at them, and Natasha reached down to her belt to detach an explosive that she primed and tossed into the water toward the boats coming after them… it was a cluster grenade that would send out other grenades and create a series of detonations that would surely do some damage if she landed the toss well enough!

The incoming PT boat doesn't exactly display any ability to dodge or do much when Natasha lobs the cluster bomb in to it, that fitness she boasts shown off in the expert toss and men are diving overboard, climbing out as the spreading growth of tiny explosions overtakes the vessel in to a larger cloud of eruptions, fire and booming explosions taking it over.

There are two more torpedo's, unprimed and waiting. Yet they're on the danger side of things.

One of those faster schooners is raked by the .50, large holes hammering through it and it turns, angles so its going to slam in to the rear side of the boat Natasha is on, the driver visible through the mid rise laying forward on the steering wheel, one of the men with an outdated AK is trying to wrestle him off the controls before this happens.

That other boat, circling still strafes fire over where Tash is, pelting the area around her and trying to dip in, sweep over a low wave and land so they can circle once more and slow down beside, about four men in the back waiting to climb onboard.

Natasha's cluster grenade had worked, which was a fucking relief… at least for about a second or two before that other boat rammed right into them! The Spy was tossed back onto her butt on the wet deck of their boat, but she was back up onto her knees and then feet within a second while she looked up inside the other boat's control cabin… With a running lunge Natasha's right hand extended and a wire shot out of her wrist-bracer. That wired snapped itself into the Enemy Boat and created a dragline that pulled her right up onto their boat's deck!

Her right hand pulled free the handgun holstered on her left side and she placed the barrel up against the glass in front of the Captain and fired it! The glass shattered, the bullet went right for Captain's chest!

With the shattered glass giving way to the Cabin, Natasha would jump to slide through the shards and enter into it where the fight with the AK-47 was going on! She was going to die fighting, if nothing else!

But now she's abandoned their PT boat, leaving it free for the other boat with the 4 men to board it if they so wish.

The four on board now they are descending below deck, one of them. A burly man with two machetes and a mohawk is following after Natasha, sliding across the top of her 'teams' own boat to follow along on that smaller one, the man with the AK-47 close quarters swings it at her head, the butt stroking out to try and clip her. She'll be facing two, pirates, mercenaries, not hardened superspies like herself. They're good at the ship to ship balancing act at least.

There are gunshots inside the PT boat shes abandoned, the loud sound of rumbling engines getting nearer and nearer as that platform gets closer.

The front of it is shaped much like a horseshoe, she'll notice there has been odd construction cane like armaments attached there, clamps with saws and scoops, wire and mesh netting, men, countless ones are along the rails waving, cheering and hollering as they draw nearer, the pontoons that keep the platform lifted above the waves extending out, widening so that the vessel is starting to 'stretch' wide enough to fit overtop of the cluster of boats Natasha is on. The chorus of cheers from the pirates growing louder and louder.

Madripoor being where is she hears a mixture of French, Indonesian and English being fired back and forth.

One problem at a time. That was generally Natasha's approach to overwhelming situations like this… at least with regard to trying to keep herself alive!

One of the advantages of being so small and agile is that she moved like an absurdly fast spider-monkey at her enemies! The AK-47 is swung at her head and yes, it does clip her, but she was in the process of dodging so she only uses the momentum to help her sweep her body in that direction rather than fight against it and let it hurt even worse!

She moves around the gun-wielding brute and tries to climb onto his body! Arms, legs, hands, feet… all going around the man with the AK-Weapon. She attaches her seawater-soaked body to him and starts to climb up him at a rapid pace while her right hand shoots behind her body to pull a knife out of the small of her back on a sheath clipped to her utility belt.

Natasha is all manner of gasps, grunts and little noises while she moves on the man and sweeps the knife around to try to slam it right into his neck! If he doesn't stop her, she's going to give him three quick knife strikes right to his neck before trying to detach herself and go deal with the OTHER problems next!

Natasha finds herself in close-quarters grappling match with the brawny Ak-wielder only to end up dropping him with those three quick puncturing stabs. He topples to the floor and half out of the water, forgotten to become chum.

A machete streaks past her head, swings high and then back across as that other man is now closing in, trying to force her back towards the ocean. There is a shadow above her now. That 'platform' has entirely halted in place and is dropping those arms, it as it is likely reminds someone of a giant crab, hooking pincers on and then anchoring in, locking the PT boat from coasting away, from freeing itself.

There is a clash sound, banging and she can see Captain Huran clutching his side and swinging that cured knife in a fight of his own, the man he is against using a club with a hook at the end, swinging and flailing at one another before a third leaps off the top of the 'crab-platform' to land on top of Huran, driving him in to the top of his PT boat with what looks like a fisherman's spear. Another figure descends, and another. They're scaling down and pouring in to the boat, Eben is being drug out, flailing and kicking only to get punched, booted and bound up.

"Okay okay okay! This how we party hard!" A voice projects from above. Bad English it sounds both clippy and nasal, "China White gonna pay up biggg for this, make the Red Eels number three for sure boys!" There is cheers, loud roars, "Whats up, we still got some fighting happening? Make it stop already, put some elbow in it!"
"Whoever down there fighting you got time to surrender, maybe thirty seconds of fight left before we kill Eben, yeah we know this crew, these jokesters, think they good at escaping us? Not this time. No no no. I start counting, if you can kill ten of my boys. I let you go free!"

"Okay, you, you … and you guys, you go join Fiji. Make her dead."

With the man felled, Natasha's knife was pulled back and she ducked under the swing of the machete just in time to keep her pretty red head from being scalped! She fell forward in a roll and then slipped around to aim her gauntlet up at the man… and a big puff of directed PURPLE SMOKE shot right at his face! The 'Widow's Kiss' as it were… a purple haze of paralyzing gas that when breathed in, would keep a person alive and awake, only their muscles would seize up and they'd crumple like a sack of potatoes, leaving the Black Widow to do as she pleases to them…

Lucky for this man though, she had other issues to tend to… With her ships all clamped up inside this giant metal Sea Crab Machine, Natasha moved out of the cabin to try to find a place to hide… she was wearing all black, leaving only her forearms and head exposed, since her top was a black tshirt.

She had more tricks and traps ready for people who come near to her though, including the electrifying 'Widow Bites' she was preparing to use… little black hockey-puck like things that will zap anyone who crosses over them with deadly electricity.

"Oh ho ho! That is one down! Nine to gooo!" The man shouts from above, how does he see? Camera's on poles have been lowered down, even some phones on selfie sticks and they're being angled from the crew above.

There is gibbering, shouting and noises above, men are throwing chunks of meat? Yeah, meat over the sides of the thing above, bloody, pink, fishheads, guts… chum, not just the bodies earlier but actual chum. They're turning this in to an arena, a spectator sport.

"Red Eels always deliver the best ELECTRIC shows! Coming live from Donnie Gee!"
"Someone get me a better angle on that third camera, see what we working with… oh a redhead! Thats in you know."

There is a flop sound and a *clacK* that is wet as 'Fiji' with the mohawk goes down, sliding to a sstop against one of the unfired torpedos.

"NO NO NO! Don't run baybeee we just want a good show!"

"Foudre, you're up!"

It has become a game for them. As she is there is very little places to go, those men above on that high platform shuffling around to get better angles with sticks, she can hear them shouting and yelling as they position.
Foudre apparently is a very thin, spiky haired blonde with bare feet wrapped to the knees. He flys through the air, lands and does a few flash kicks, quick Savate style moves she'll recognize. A style Batroc the Leaper is well known for. "Come out and fight." A French accent to boot.

A chorus of cheers.

Elsewhere… "Sir, we're intercepting a transmission, several. Recognition is picking up… well you have to see this." A screen pivots over, a face looms in front of it cast in shadow, a scowl. There is a crunch of a cigar. "Looks like a fucking robot crab monkey humping a pile of burning boats."

"Closer sir, let me zoom."

"Agent Romanoff. I am guessing Campbell sent in The Count and his team? PCs?"
"Yes, sir. Guess the Count is retired, new guys. not as polished."
"Let me make a call. Keep that pulled up."

Natasha gave up on finding a hiding spot when they had her so easily spotted that they could see wherever she went. Instead she could tell that this had become some kind on-sea-pit-fighter arena and well… there was her next challenger…

A man doing high kicks to get cheers from the crowd. Natasha stands… feet wide apart and her hands at her sides with her gun held in her right hand. She smirks at his kicks and the shouts from the crowd as well as its announcer.

Natasha's right hand rises up and she just fires her gun at the Kicker 'Foudre', so he best be nimble on thos kicking feet or he's about to be airated by a couple of quick bullets from timely trigger squeezes!

It was clear that they're going to have to get dirty to take this 'redhead' out if they didn't want her to easily chew through that '10 Deaths rule' put into place!

Those cheers break off in to a ring of "Awws" and "Ohhhhs" Then silence, someone up above on the 'crab' is even sobbing, "Foudre! Mon amour! Foudre."

"Oh kicks don't stop bullets pirates and gentleworms!" The announcer laughs, "Cheap, you boys better play rough with this sausy sea-witch!"

Indeed kicks do not stop bullets. Foudre goes like a sack of potatoes, slack and just ineffective because… hes dead now.

Three men step up from behind him, flipping kicking through the air and leaping off eachother? Yeah, none of them are tall. Each around her height, maybe the same weight, they're fast, acrobatic and moving with a fluid mobility and in sync, one of them holding a chain that he throws out to wrap around Natasha's arm, another a pair of knives lunges on a slide at her ankles and the other with a pair of clubs, twirling and twisting. They all look identical too, nothing to really tell one from the next.

"The Manuki brothers! Deadliest team of pitfighters this side of the straits! Can our vicious seawitch take them!?!"

Elsewhere… "Calls in. Keep watching this until we get tagged, we're not jeopardizing her identity. You so much as see a single person look up you turn this off. Until then keep overwatch."
"Yes, sir. We have this 'Org' handler there. What is their classification?"
"ORG?… Disregard. We're using 85 and Gold."
"Yes, sir."
"Also… authorize cleaner. Code 556 Echo."
"… Yes, sir… "

Natashas burner phone will chirp. A text just came in.

Natasha didn't skip a beat as she downed Foudre and then saw three more contestants leap to action! She surveyed their threat ratios and swept her gun over to the one with the chains but the chains wrapped around her wrist and pulled the handgun from her grasp… she still had one on her right side, but it was holstered.

When the man with the knives came at her she extended her hand straight up into the air and fired her Zip-Line once more from the OTHER wrist and it fired STRAIGHT-UP into an on-looker's THROAT! He was pulled down onto the railing by Natasha's bodyweight as she zipped up half-way and then dropped another cluster grenade to the 3 men down below on the boat!

Natasha started to swing on the throat-secured zipline… building up forward momentum to try and reach out for a net that was hanging from the ship's hull!

"The Manuki brothers everyone!" Claps, cheers 'There goes Joey!" Right up in to the railing slapping there roughly only to latch in a grotesque embrace with an onlooker.
"Someone keeping count? Add Zeke in to it. I didn't say who she had to kill." Donnie laughs, his hands slapping his knees, then the 'crab' is rocking back and forth, shaking with the cluster bombs that she just dropped.

Eben's eyes go wide as they drop near him and he starts to inchworm away, slithering on his belly and wriggling like the bound up worm that hes become.

The pop-crackle-bang of the grenade ignites, the PT boat catching fire, those torpedos being stricken one dropping off to erupt underneath it all the other dropping in to the water and launching off firing in to the side of one of the platforms legs.

Eben rolls and rolls fire and men flying around him, he dunks. Falls off in to the water to sink out of sight.

Natasha clings to the net, able to see below and around her easy enough, she gets full witness of Eben vanishing in shark infested, debris and firey laden water.

"Okay! okok! You're making it hard for this to be enjoyable. Retract… kill everything in the water and get her on board. The big boss lady wants her alive!!!" Slow motion the pontons start to shudder, draw in and move.

Options…

Natasha's eyes went down to see Eben fall and splash into the water. "Shit…" She muttered. Not that she owed him anything or even knew him, but she HAD thought he wasn't who he said he was when in actuality ha'd seemingly been entirely legit and just 'doing his job' to get her out of here… so there was guilt. 'Guilt gets you killed' ran through Nat's mind. 'So does hanging around these assholes.' she countered her own thoughts with.

Nat's green eyes looked up and she continued her swinging, tossing her legs out ahead of her while the zip line squishy yanked on the man's throat!

With one final swing she released the line and free-fell past the boats… did a full backflip in mid air and then swept BETWEEN THE WRECKAGE and dove into the water like some kind of trained Olympic Athlete (Mother Russia makes them good).

SPLASH and Natasha was under the water, swimming for where she thought Eben would be… Her eyes squinted in the depths… the fire above was at least helping with LIGHTING down here though!

A full minute would go by before she'd surface again outside of the Sea Crab ship, pulling Eben up above the waves with her, both of them likely gasping for air!

With a shuddering rumble the crab on it's pontoons wobbles to-and-fro shuddering mightily before splashing backwards in to the water, a large wave washing out, rising high and pushing out, thrusting everything near in a press, there is scraping of metal on metal, fiberglass, boat hulls, armoring and a cacophonous aquatic explosion, fire burbling out around liquids, the PT boat is thrashed, as is the other and the smaller ship, that extra speedy one and the crab the only things intact and still seaworthy, as Eben and Natasha gulp for air a rise of sea and foam floods over them pushing them under and shoving them out wide, a dark shadow under the surface opens its mouth and rakes along them, a striking hit and no more. A taste. There are other things to eat here, things not so alive looking and confusing, also the underwater eruptions and above are causing havoc on their senses, they're frantic and not yet in a feeding frenzy. There is time to take Eben and swim, swim for their lives and be carried to whatever direction Poseidon and whatever gods of the nautical decide to cast…

Likely back to Madripoor… the island she is trying to escape in such vain.

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