KUYA KAI HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!1!!! \o/
Psssssssssssssssssssssst. Happy Birthday, Erv! ♥ ;-;
THIS IS COOL !
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OUR ROOMS!
Secure house designed by KWK Promes transforms into a modern fortress.
When the “Panic” button is pressed, concrete panels and walls move in to protect the house from attacks.
During peace times, the occupants of this 6,100 sq. ft. house can swim in the swimming pool or watch movies projected on a giant screen.
I PRESENT TO YOU ALL, OUR FUTURE HOUSE.
It’s called knowing how to treat a girl right.
Matt
Submitted by itgoesdingwhentheres-stuff
Guys, this is exactly what I mean, fambamies (fambam+homies). Hailyeah.
(via jah060689)
i am both selfish and mean.
Awww why do we get the only bad ones?
well, damn.
hah
Janessa is a pisc- oh.
Haha. You guys shouldn’t leave me.
FF Part 27
“Yes, of course, have the adults gather up on the lawn. I’ll brief them, you set them up. Try to get them all some basic weapons training, will ya? I don’t want to get shot in the ass like Louis and Clark.”
“Yessir. And, LeVan?”
“Yeah.”
“The NIS agent has just arrived.”
I nodded at the agent and he walked off toward Ervin. I sighed and tried to touch up my appearance before I met the NIS agent. I took in a quick breath and began walking toward a 2011 Audi R8 V8 (all black), that had just pulled up. As I walked I heard Maka yell, “the GTR is mine!”
I walked up to the driver side door and it opened. A somewhat tall Korean stepped out in a black suit. We look like a fucking triad, I thought as I remembered all of the men in the family had chosen black and white suits. I stood with my hands behind the small of my back and waited for him to approach me, my bangs sort of whipping my eyes (due to the wind).
He walked the few yards toward me and looked at me behind sunglasses. “You must be Darius!” He yelled (the activity really was picking up on the street), shaking my hand.
“It’s good to have you on the team, William.” I replied, shaking his hand firmly.
“NIS has granted you full jurisdiction, I’m all yours!”
“Alright!” The wind in combination with the noise from the convoy had made it sound like several helicopters were in the vicinity. “I’ll be briefing the whole family, and you, over near the front of the house. You can gear up and meet everyone over there!”
William nodded and headed toward the mobile armory. I walked toward my BMW M6 and popped the trunk. “1911, Glock, MP7..” I began muttering, listing off my guns, weapons, etc. Once I felt somewhat satisfied, I tucked an S&W 4506 into my shoulder holster.
I walked toward the gathering on the front lawn and everyone seemed to be getting acquainted with their new service weapons. Many had the less complex Glock in their hands, fiddling with their new weapons. The family had set up away from the convoy and the noise difference was healthy. I assumed, and hoped, that they had been taught at least the most basic gun rules and assembly. We’ll have to practice, then. I entered the circle-ish group and leaned over Tiffany’s shoulders and looked at her staring down her Walther PP quizzically. It looked ridiculously large in her hands. “Having a problem?”
“No..” She said, her voice a drifting whisper.
I entered to circle or people and cleared my throat and began to speak. “Everyone.” They looked at me. “You’ll all get some personally training on your new guns, but please give me your attention.
“We all know why we’re doing this. To find Tran. That is the only goal. Your safety is only assured because you alive gives us one more tool to safely secure her. We are all expendable. I want you to understand that before we step off here.” As the words finished, the emotions on their faces were consistent. Ice. I couldn’t expect them to know how harsh it would become, or how ironed out they would become. I just hoped they lived to see the end. “Is that understood?”
The group mumbled their answer, a low rumbling, “mhmm.”
“And, everyone, this is Jaehoon.” It was a rough introduction, but anything would do. He gave a short wave as he stood near the Matt’s. “Please introduce yourself to him when you have the chance.”
Another rumble.
I smacked my hands together and rubbed them. “Alright. You all have 45 minutes to prepare and get a car and or find someone to ride with. Grab whatever gear you want from the convoy. Those Agents are gone in 30 minutes. Let’s get this show on the road.” I smirked and turned back toward the street. I rushed into the asphalt and stepped into my car. I let out a huge sigh and laid back in the seat. “Fuck…”
My mind was spinning. I tried to leave it. The thrill I had felt earlier was gone.
I heard a knock on the passenger window. I turned and saw spectacles. I unlocked the door and Fong sat in the car. “Sup, Fong.”
I didn’t get an answer, but Fong did hand me a pair of aviators. I smiled at him and put them on and he did the same thing.
“Awh, yeah…” I whispered as I started and revved the engine.
FF Part 26 (Filler)
Yeah, yeah. Ervin’s all hyped there yelling about which car and weapons were his.
This ain’t no game.
All right, maybe I’m just a little annoyed due to the fact that Ervin and Darius didn’t believe me when I told them about that gas gun. Forrillyo, I saw it in a movie. But all right, a movie is a movie and it’s not real unless the director says so.
Anyway, here I am looking at all these vehicles on our street, and I thank the Lord that the people who live near us are asleep. Or at least I hope they are. One time Ervin screamed bloody murder because I scared him outside. HAHA! His fault for creeping around in the middle of night after having fun with BoA for the whole day. Anyway, point is, neighbors did not hear a single thing. Do they have sound insulated walls? Dangerous. (I mean, what if there’s a murderer in your room and you screamed bloody murder and no one heard you except the murderer?!)
“Time for me to step up and kill those bitch ass motherfuckers!”
I shook my head as I looked at Ervin who was yelling out of the, I mean his, car window. I guess so, I guess so. It’s time for him to not be beat up (by us) and scared (by us) and bullied (by us). All those times spent on video games will definitely help out. Let’s hope shooting a gun will be as easy as left clicking on a mouse.
I mean, on the serious side, when did our lives become this complicated? When I stepped into our house that night, clasping Tran’s hand, I swore to myself and pleaded God that I would never have to go through something like that again. It wasn’t just the guilt of Songho’s death, it was also all the innocent people in that cafe, and especially Tran and her parents who were all caught in this mess.
When did my - and now our - life become like a Korean drama? When? When? When? No, I mean, more importantly, WHY?
“Yah, Bons, don’t space out like that. It won’t lead to any good.”
I snapped away from my thoughts and back to reality, blinking my eyes to stare at whoever that had just spoke.
“I know, Darius,” I gave him a glare.
“All right, all right. Don’t hate me now. I know a big part of this is my fault but I can’t do shit about this except go forward and get her back.”
I felt bad the moment I saw the look in his eyes. He has been moping around the whole time. And raging - which reminded me…
“Yah, why in the world did you throw all that red sand in front of our house!” I whispered ferociously.
Darius gave me a blatant stare before answering in the same tone, “I was pissed! You clearly know as well as I do what the fuck that meant!”
There was a pause as we were simply glaring at each other.
“Sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I just needed to let it out.” He caught the attention of one of the men who had arrived with the equipment and flicked his hand at the front of our house. The man nodded curtly and somehow knew what Darius meant. Well, we can’t just leave the red sand all scattered around to tell people what was happening to us, right?
I sighed as I put my hand on Darius’ shoulder for a moment, as if it could give some kind of comfort. He shrugged a little as my hand dropped back down to my side. The look in his eyes had changed again and I knew he was back to being focused on keeping everyone safe and getting Tran back. He turned and walked to Matt, who had also picked out a car.
“Umma.”
I turned my head to where the voice was coming from, even though I had already recognized it to be Tina’s.
“What are we going to do?”
I swallowed and looked away from my daughter. She had said the same thing back then, and even back then at such a young age, I felt as if her question was marked with a hint of sadness. When I heard that coming from her, it seemed too adult to be said by her. And yet, even though she’s older now, I had that same feeling. I felt my heart sink.
“Ah, ttal,” I sighed as I put my arm around her to bring her closer to me. Looking at the scene all around me, I felt as if I was a horrible mother for dragging her into this dangerous mess. What kind of mother would lead her daughter into a trap of death? No way, I shook my head. I wanted to get rid of that word and thought - death.
“I’m-” I started.
“-It’s okay, Umma,” I heard her say. But her voice sounded off.
“What happened?” I looked at her expression.
“I feel really bad, Umma… I let Tran go,” she whispered to me as tears began to stream down her face.
Thoughts ran through my mind as I brought Tina in closer for a hug. Pulling away, I looked her in the eye and said, “It’s okay, Tina. We can’t do anything now that that’s in the past. It was also my fault for not being able to catch her sneaking out. Don’t put all the blame on yourself, okay?” I patted her back lightly as she continued to cry quietly.
Ugh, my ttal. Why did everyone have to be dragged into this mess. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. And here I am, looking at my daughter crying. The fuck are these effing red sand bastards.
I sighed once more and looked at Tina. Wiping her tears away, I gritted my teeth and said, “Tina. I know this is dangerous for you, and I’m telling you it’s going to be life-threatening, but we have to do this to get Tran back. Our family has to be safe again. So you’re sticking with us all throughout this ride, and I don’t know how long it’s going to be, but remember to stay with us. We need to protect each other and prepare for the worst.”
Her tears ceased as she nodded and walked with me to one of the vans nearby where Matt, Maka, Ervin, and Darius were now gathered.
“Guys, we need to plan out who gets what for everyone,” I said as I joined into their circle. Tina simply stayed silent and waited for us older ones to make decisions.
I felt for the pistol Darius had handed to me earlier. This was going to save a life, or lives, as ironic as that sounds.
Kill to live.
When did that become my ‘saying to live by’? And I mean, I don’t even know if someone famous has already said that, but…
Nah, kill? Me? There’s no need to, right? I mean, there won’t be…right?
I gripped my pistol as we started discussing weapons, devices, equipment, and certain ‘roles’ each family member would have.
Who knows. We could be a completely different person when our loved ones are in danger. I’ve already experienced the pain of having someone I cared about die in front of me.
I was ready to do whatever it takes to get Tran back and keep our family safe - even though my heart was pounding with fear to all the possibilities of death.
FF Part 25
What did I get myself into? I over heard Darius talking about missions and escorts on the phone. It was like scene taken straight out of James Bond.
“No… Oh no no… I can’t get involved with these people, these people are psychopa-“
Suddenly, Boa walked through the front door. She had a huge bump on her head.
“Some idiot van almost hit me on my way back from the pharmacy. I swerved out of the way, but I hit my head on the steering wheel.”
“OH HAIL NAW!” I suddenly burst in outrage. “THESE PEOPLE…” I had to catch my breath. “THESE PEOPLE NEED TO GO TO HELL!”
Judging by the look on Darius’s face, I have gotten his seal of approval.
~~
It was like a whole brigade was parked in front of our home. There were all sorts of cars, everywhere. I noticed three vehicles that stood out from the rest. These were armored vans. It was as if they were transporting thousands of dollars to the bank. Darius seemed enlightened at the vehicular manifestation. He unlatched the door to one of the armored vehicles.
“It’s like my birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and Independence Day all in one,” he said.
I glanced inside and became awestruck. The amount of weapons in that single van seemed unbelievable.
“Go ahead, pick one,” Darius said.
“Can I have several?”
“Don’t be greedy now, and keep it logistical. You don’t want RPGs sticking out your side windows.”
“WE GET CARS TOO?” I said in delight.
He only gave a modest nod.
“I should apply for whatever agency he works for,” I thought, and continued surveying the weapons presented to me.
It was just a marvelous spectacle. Any kind of gun you would ever want. Multitudes of weapons varying in size and caliber awaited your choosing. And to make everything better, there were still two vans left.
~~
Darius emphasized the importance of pistols, and encouraged me to have one on me at all times. I decided to take a .40 SIG P226 and a .45 M1911, because they are sexy. I grabbed two holsters, several magazines for the M1911, and a few 20 round magazines for the P226.
On the corner of my eye, I noticed Bons was arguing with Darius about “a gun that shoots gas.” I for one did not know what in the world she was talking about. But she seemed to make a fuss about it from a movie she saw. Instead, Darius handed her a 9mm P228. To please her, I suggested tear gas grenades.
While Darius wasn’t looking, I grabbed a G36K, outfitted with a 40mm AG36 under-barrel grenade launcher. This was a bit overkill, but size matters, right? I quickly ran off to my vehicle of choice.
There were a variety of cars to choose from. It was a mystery how these people managed to obtain some of these. Many of these haven’t even hit the market yet!
The Audis, the Beamers, the Benz, they were all nice. But I was looking for a specific car. I walked up to one of the men in black suits.
“Do you know if there are any Mi-,”
“They’re in alphabetical order, sir,” he responded.
“Uhm… okay? Thanks…”
~~
“Hmm… Lamborghini… Lexus… Mazda… Here it is!”
“MY BABY! I HAVE FINALLY FOUND YOU!” I screamed out loud.
Suddenly, I felt a disturbance in the air…
Boa must have heard me…
But it was exactly like my ride back in the states. A Mitsubishi Eclipse GTS Spyder. I opened the door.
“It even has the new car smell.”
I just had to bask in the ambiance of this wonderful car. I threw the rifle into the back seat. I sank into the upholstery. I ran my hand over the dash. I gripped onto the gear shift. I caressed the steering wheel.
“I CALLED DIBS ON THIS ONE!” I yelled out.
