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Demon Apocalypse: The Dawn of Slahnis

Demon Apocalypse: The Dawn of Slahnis

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It's the story of your life. The apocalypse has happened, and you missed it. But don't worry, there's still plenty of festivities for you to get involved in...

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Introduction

ONLY NEED TO READ THE PARAGRAPH IN RED TO JOIN AND TAKE PART IN THIS RP, the rest is optional extra reading.


St Petersberg, Russia: Today

A boat arrives at the dock on Vasilevsky island in the early hours of the morning, having been at sea for over a week. Several days ago a mysterious equipment malfunction disabled most forms of communication. As as you come into port, it quickly becomes apparent that a lot has happened while you were away.

Over mainland Russia, an angry dark cloud stretches over the continent as far as the eye can see. The island district of St Petersberg is packed to the brim with horrified citizens, surging forward to swamp the next boat which comes into port, desperate to get out of the country. The island itself has become a last-stand for the beleagred military, who guard the access points with a determination which seems to be fueled more by terror than sense of duty. And across the river from the city centre roll the sounds of screams, deranged laughter and crying, and otherworldly cries uttered by no human voice...

What is going on here?


Moscow: 6 months ago

What was once crushed by communism has now risen from the ashes to become a mecca of glorious hedonism, with high-rollers from across the globe descending on spire-laden Moscow to splash the cash on vodka and other sinful things.

While you may need to dress to the nines in Moscow due to the strict face-control policy on many of its nightclub doors, once you’re past the velvet ropes it all becomes worth it. Head to Fabrique first, where you’ll be able to soak up the slick décor from the on-site restaurant before moving onto the dance-floor for a full-on club experience.

If you’ve enjoyed a night of debauchery and still can’t find the woman of your dreams, head over to Doll’s, Moscow’s high-end strip club, to watch a harem of Russian beauties shake their "thangs." With every club in Moscow packed with sharp-suited businessmen and six-foot blond model look-alikes, this certainly isn’t what you’re used to.

And then of course there's that new place which people have been talking about in mostly hushed tones. The first word on the street was that it was a community endeavour. Combined with the fact that it was often mentioned in tandem with "invocation" and "gods", many people initially assumed it was a well-masked religious outreach program. But nothing could be further from the truth...

The Cacophone

Nobody seems to know how the club began. The property was a derelict office block that was bought at auction by a couple of brothers going into business together. Within months, it opened as a late night bar and attracted a small crowd of undesireables. A few months more and it's name started to spread around town...mainly because the bigger clubs realised that many of their customers were moving over to the Cacophone. Anyone who was sent across to investigate why was either refused entry or entered never to emerge.

Much rumour has spread, and despite the thousands of people who pass through it's doors every night, there is very little public knowledge about what goes on within it's walls. Several of it's competitors have tried to knock it over one way or another, but each of them got knocked over themselves somehow...usually to the tune of their own death.

The Apocalypse, and what the world still doesn't fully know...

The truth is that the people who bought the property originally were a couple of Greek brothers - Georgios and Vasilis, known in their homeland as the "Hamartema Twins" (Hamartema is the Biblical Greek word for "sin") - who for many years have been the demagogues of a cult dedicated to one of the forgotten chaos gods - Slahnis, god of hedonism, masochism, sadism, beauty, perfection, addiction, sex, wealth, and psychological corruption.

The club has been run as a multi-level recruiting front for the cult of Slahnis. Loyal patrons are granted "membership", effectively becoming cultists and earning access to the lower levels of the club, where increasingly debauched and supernatural entertainments await. But on all levels of the club, the powers of Slahnis are invoked to ensure that a hedonistically good time is had by all. The final and lowest level of the club is reserved for those who recieve the "Mark" of Slahnis, and on this level the music is louder than uncorrupted ears could stand, and daemons of Slahnis walk freeling amongst the revellers, tending to their pleasures and brutally dispatching those who's minds prove to be too 'weak' to endure the sights and sounds...

In the chaos realm, Slahnis has been biding his time. The Cacophone is not the only such centre in the world. Others are established and growing in the party centres of the world; Las Vegas, Ibiza, Rio de Janeiro, Amsterdam, London, Miami, New York, Cabo San Lucas. The nature of these places is known only to those who have already dedicated themselves. And as more people recieve the 'Mark', the chaos god's power has increased, until his influence on earth became great enough to open up a rift from the chaos realm. And now, every human has have only one choice; recieve the Mark, or become the disposable plaything of Slahnis.

But Slahnis is no fool. He knows there will be some humans who make a different choice. There will be some who will run. And some who will fight.

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Basic rules

• Just the sensible stuff really. No killing or controlling someone else's character. This is going to be an RP with adult themes (violence/cults/perversion) but at the same time the site rules must be observed. So, for example, sexual activity must be implied rather than described.

• Be realistic in your actions.

• This will be a plot-based RP, and the input of everyone is both welcomed and encouraged. However, you'll all need to 'tow the line' a little bit. :)

• Posting at least once every two days please. Not gonna enforce this rule strictly, but if I feel you're slowing the RP down I will either 'auto-pilot' your character myself for as long as required, or have them killed off. (Unless you've said in advance you'll be unable to post.)

The Characters

• The characters in this RP are humans; not cyborgs, mutants or people with magical powers. They can be people with combat training, but they are not superheroes. I'd prefer to avoid military characters.

• Other than that, the only condition for character submissions is this: they must be someone who for whatever reason will have arrived in St Petersberg on a boat (freight/cruise liner/passenger ferry/whatever) whether it be for pleasure, business (legitimate or not...) or duty. It would also help if you can think in advance of a reason why they would be inclined to advance into Russia to help stop the apocalypse (maybe they have family/colleagues/assets in Moscow) rather than just flee like everyone else!

Character sheet:

(Delete the guidance in brackets before you submit please! -_-)

Name:
Age:
Nationality: (They can be from anywhere)
Occupation:
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Appearance description: (doesn't have to be detailed if picture supplied)
Brief bio: (in this part, say something about their reason for arriving in St Petersberg)
Inventory on arrival: (describe what they're wearing, what personal items they have that they will take with them for the journey; nothing more than a person could carry by themselves for a long hike)

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Vasilevsky Island, St Petersberg

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A district of St Ptersberg containing the dock

Moscow

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The political capital of Russia

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The lamp-heated breakfast selection could scarcely have looked less appealing, regardless of the fact that it had only just been laid out. Somia wrinkled her nose as she attempted to identify each culinary component...of which perhaps half were recogniseable. But, she told herself for the five hundredth time this week, beggars can't be choosers. Yes, but they can be complainers! And I'm no beggar...

She set her tray down and fixed her eyes on the gormless middle-ages man ambling around behind the counter, and was about to open her mouth when the crackly tannoy came on, making an announcement that the ferry would be arriving in St Petersberg passenger port in roughly half an hour. Finally! They'd arrived. It had been the longest week of her life.

With her mood improved slightly, she loaded up a plate with a modest portion of whatever looked roughly edible, and strode over to one of the plastic cafeteria tables. Her heels ticked loudly on the vinyl floor, reverberating out into the forward viewing lounge which was currently occupied by only a handful of passengers. It was, after all, a little after 6am.

Sitting down, she cast a cursory glance towards the window, wondering whether she's be able to see St Petersburg. She could definiely make out a land mass, but what caught her attention most was the ominous spread of dark cloud which seemed to have no end. That figures. Setting her knife and fork demurely to one side, she pulled her smartphone from her pocket and tapped on the AccuWeather app. A progress ring rotated for a few seconds before returning the same error she'd been seeing for the last three days; Packet data not availble.

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Rüdiger exhaled smoke in satisfaction from the upper deck balcony. The announcement was good news to him also, though he had rather enjoyed the entire voyage. It was like being back on the frigates, except there were almost no rules to obey, you could sleep as much as you wanted, and best of all, there were women on board. Granted, they were great in neither quantity nor quality, but as the old English adage went, "any port in a storm". On that basis he'd secured himself a couple of conquests that week. It helped to pass the time, and he saw it as a bit of 'light training' for what escapades awaited him in Moscow...

The mainland approached up ahead, shrouded in stormy clouds. But as he looked, it struck Rüdiger how he could see only one other vessel in view anywhere; looked like a commercial freighter, heading towards the same port. He'd imagined that St Petersberg would be a lot busier.

Standing upright, he flicked his cigarette over the side, not much caring if he was seen doing it. What would they do? Throw him overboard? He looked at his watch. No particular reason why...he had his backpack with him, nothing was back in his cabin that needed to be picked up. As soon as they docked he intended to be the first off this tub and onto a train for Moscow.

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Each wave sent the Ferry to rock slightly backwards and forwards as they approached St Petersberg. Caitlyn sat on the balcony floor at the front of the boat with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She enjoyed every moment of the fresh yet bitter sea breeze hitting her pale face, sending goose bumps to her arms and back of her neck. Her journey had been a good one. By that time, she knew every peaceful spot of the Ferry, where men and woman hadn't corrupted it with noise and stressful nonsense.

The announcement hit her ears, sending her eyes to fly open along with an excited grin on her face. Finally! She'd soon be able to see her family once again. Oh, how she missed them terribly. Standing up, she stretched before running out into the Ferry to grab her tatty old suitcase and patched bag. Pulling her bags along cross the polished wooden floor, she waited with a lot of the passengers for the boat to stop.

A woman with two kids seemed stressed as the boat approached the port. Her children ran widely around the deck, full of energy. That was probably down to the fact that t they had been cooped up on the boat for the past week.

"Jonathan, please. Stay by mummy. Harry! Don't you dare touch that ladies bag! Jonathan!! What did I just tell you!!" Her voice raised, people turning there heads as they watched the scene.

Caitlyn had been the 'lady with the bag' as the child had decided to poke at it with his foot, laughing like a mentalist. Laughing, the young woman turned around and knelt down to the kid kindly.

"Aye, you should do what your mother tell you to do. I know it's not much fun, but I think she may be becoming a wee bit stessy. You can kick my bag all you want as soon as we get off this boat." Caitlyn said calmly, the young boy named 'Harry' soon running back over to his mother proudly. Shaking her head and standing back up, she closed her eyes and waited for that final announcement.

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As the passengers aboard the Ferry began to group up in the middle of the ship to be let off as the boat approached St Petersberg, Stevey Bouffey stood right in the middle of the crowd with his bear furred coat already on, his man-bag across his shoulders and his suitcase in one hand. Pouting his lips, he was unimpressed by the wait and the figgity crowd which surrounded him. Stevey always tapped his foot absent mindedly when he was annoyed or excited about something, it seemed he was either one of those factors.

"Oh come on! How long does it take to park a blooming boat-" He called out impatiently before being knocked by another man as he tried to control his children. "Mm! It's a good thing you are cute, you can knock me any day...!"

Stevey being the sort of guy he was, didn't seem to understand the fine line between speaking what he thought and keeping it to himself. The Father of two kids scowled at him, moving his kids along to be as far away from Stevey as possible, muttering "Ugh, you queer..."

Such insults never seemed to bother Stevey in the slightest and instead he winked playfully in return before turning his attention back to the impatient wait of getting off the boat. Not too long to wait now, surely...

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Rüdiger slung his backpack and ambled slowly closer to the steps which would eventually lead down to the docking ramps. As he made his way across the deck an excited kid ran across his path, causing Rüdiger to almost knock him down.

"Verdamnt!" he grunted, glowering at the kid as he ran to his mother without realising what had just happened. Rüdiger exhaled in annoyance and resumed his stride. He saw the door to the stairwell, and next to it noticed a pleasant looking young thing with reddy-brown hair who seemed to be by herself. A smirk snaked across his lips, and seeing as it was the direction he was going in anyway, he sidled up and propped himself against the wall on the opposite side of the door from her.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and slid one out for himself. He then tilted the packet towards the girl, turning his head and offering her one.

"Vy govorite po-russki?" he said, his voice thick with his Bremen accent. When she initially didn't reply, he added, "Welcher sprach? Deutsche? Or are you English?"

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Somia power walked her way from the cafeteria to a room where people were starting to gather eagerly, as the moment of landing came nearer. Spirits were clearly running high, as in various spots tempers flared, restless children whinged and cried, and all over the place Russians - bloody raucous Russians - laughed and jeered and sang patriotic songs. Who in God's name would be happy to call this country 'home'?

Somewhere nearby a phenominally camp voice pierced her head like nails on a blackboard. Combined with the crass suggestion the words conveyed, Somia silently cursed that she's gotten herself stuck in a jam of bodies so close to the one thing she'd considered it a small mercy she could hope not to encounter too many of in Russia. At least in the 'motherland' most of the gays were still quite 'manly'. But you could never account for 'imports'.

Looking around she spied the perpetrator; a very distinctive man in an equally distinctive fur coat. Well at least he's done his homework. Somia had been to Russia before, and particularly up in Siberia she'd had to endure never-ending heckles about the fact that she'd worn a faux-fur coat and hat. This time she'd been wiser, and planned to purchase a real one in St Petersberg (claimed for on company expenses of course) before boarding the train to Udachnyy.

Another announcement came over the tannoy, first in English and then again in French, then Russian: [i]Ladies and gentlemen we are now approaching the passenger dock, please stay clear of the doors. On behalf of the captain and crew we'd like to thank you for travelling with us, and we wish you an enjoyable stay in St Petersberg."

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Caitlyn had been leaning up against a wall when a male had approached her to stand on the opposite side of the door, to take out a packet of cigarettes and offer her one. Raising an eyebrow with a smirk across her face, she waved her hand and shook her head in refusal. He was almost the same height as Caitlyn, maybe a half inch or inch smaller than her. What a short ass... Hah! Though, he probably could do someone some serious damage with his muscle. Best not tease him.

"Nein, danke," The young woman said smiling, her strong scottish accent contrasting his own german one. She felt proud of herself for trying out her german, even if it was very basic. She wondered how long she could keep it up for... "Ja, Ich kanne ein bissen Deutch sprachen! ..." Her voice faded and she chuckled to herself, rolling her eyes. "How am I trying to keed. I'm Scottish."

Looking in front of her, Caitlyn saw the group of passengers beginning to finally make their way off the boat as it arrived at the port and the doors finally opened. There was no point trying to get off the ferry yet... Many familys and children pushed and shoved each other to be the first ones to get off, which in fact slowed everyone down. So, the young woman remained where she stood, waiting for the passage to clear.

"I take it you are German then." She said, making conversation with the male next to her. "What buisness to you have here in Russia, then?"

Very slowly, Caitlyn removed herself from the wall and began to move a little foward, in no particular rush.

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Stevey had reached his wits end as the pushing became violent as the flock of fellow passengers rushed for the doors as they finally opened. With his head held high and his lips pouting with disapproval, he pushed through the crowd, not helping the matter. Rather rudely, he extended his arms out infront and made himself a path, taking down everyone who was in his way.

"Excuse me!" Stevey called out, his chest sticking out to make a point. "Move please! Thankyou!"

He'd made his way near the doors, feeling to cold Russian air against his tanned face. An over-the-top shiver was produced by Stevey to make his point that it was cold outside, making people around him tut.

"Well I'm sorry! My brand new Real-Bear-Fur coat can't keep my face warm too." He exclamed to the tutting, before leaning in to am Asian-looking young lady to mutter. "Eight Hundred pounds this cost me... Eight Hundred!"

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As the girl replied in German, Rüdiger noted something familiar about the way she spoke. It eluded him until she eventually spoke in English, and suddenly his mind cast back to a military exercise in the Med which was also attended by a Scottish division. After two weeks with them he had just about been able to understand them. This girl’s accent was somewhat milder than theirs fortunately.

“I am from Germany indeed.” he said, uprighting himself as the crowd began to make slow progress towards the stairwell, “And I’m here for the same reason as you I imagine; to enjoy all the highlights of Western decadence, without the marked up price. That is your plan yes? To Moscow to join the party?” We should travel together.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, giving Caitlin a glance up and down and smirking suggestively, “I may be here for the Moscow experience, but Scotland is also a country I’ve yet to sample the delights of.”

There were some loud metallic noises as the ferry made contact with the dock. And to anyone above deck, where Rüdiger and Caitlin were, it would have been noticeable that there was a great amount of human noise coming from the land, audible even above the sound of the sea and the ferry.

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Somia saw the flamboyant man begin to force his way through the crowd, and although she rankled at his lack of consideration, the opportunist in her saw the chance to stick close behind him and benefit from his appalling behaviour. She couldn’t see past him very well, but the tell-tale chill of the open air soon started to bite at her legs and ears, and she caught a glimpse of light as they neared the exit. At last!

But her good fortune couldn’t come in one long continuous stream, and once again they came to a standstill, as something stopped the flow of the crowd which apparently even her unwitting consort couldn’t power his way through. She moved around, coming alongside him to see what was happening. She tried to crane herself up to see over the sea of heads (Damn those tall Russian men and their ridiculous enormous hats!), but she was distracted by an ostentatious shudder from the man next to her, who then turned and spoke to her. She looked up at him with contempt.

“Well that’s where you went wrong,” she sneered, “buying it before you came. Don’t be surprised if you see the exact same coat in St Petersberg for a quarter of the price...less if you can pay in dollars. But then I suppose that’s why some of us are in business and some of us...”

She glanced at him again, trying to look for any clue as to what might this man’s job, profession, or even raison d'être might be, but came up a blank.

“...well, you get my point.” She finished curtly.

Up ahead, at the start of the ramp down to the dock, some men in military uniform began shouting aggressively, barking orders in Russian, but Somia couldn’t make out what was going on.

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Lt Karpenko tightened his grip on his Kalashnikov, as a few of his men yelled down the slope at the crowd in front of them, separated only by a chain-link gate. He’d encountered scenes like this before, but in St Petersberg dock?

On the other side of the gate, masses of people surged forward, crying out pleas to be allowed onto the ship. Parents held up their children as evidence of their deserving to be let through. Others waved American dollars, or tried to offer expensive watches through the gate. All in desperation to be allowed through.

Karpenko’s detatchement was not on with the Russian army, they belonged to a PMC who had been hired to escort an important diplomat to Moscow. Karpenko had, with the ferry captain’s permission taken a few men to secure the base of the ramp before the passengers were allowed off, but the scene that greeted him was unprecedented.

“Shiryayev!” he addressed one of the soldiers, speaking in Russian. “Go back and tell the captain nobody is leaving until we get these people cleared! Where the hell are the police? The army? Does anyone have the slightest clue what is going on here?”

There was some chattering over handheld radio, and then Shiryayev replied with trepidation.

“The captain says that is not acceptable. He’s authorised the disembarkment of all passengers immediately.”

“Did you not explain about the crowds?”

“I did sir. He said that anyone who is found on board without a valid travel ticket will be ejected from the ship and prosecuted.”

“I don’t think that’s going to mean much to them.” Karpenko said, looking at the frenzied people on the other side of the gate. He sighed reluctantly. "Alright, start bringing them down but don't open the gate until the last second. And radio Blotski, tell him that our man leaves the boat last. I don't want him getting lost in the crowd."

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"Party, aye? No, not for me. I am here to see my dear family... I haven't seen them in ages." Caitlyn said with a friendly smile, walking slowly with her new companion. "Keep in touch whilst I'm still here and I'd love to go for a little travel with you. You can show me how to 'party'!" She laughed, before her eyes widened at his comment. Her lips turned into a grin as she shook her head. This dude had to be joking, right? He wasn't seriously chatting her up with THAT line...Then again, it simply sounded like an invitation to have sex. Nothing more. HAH! He had much to learn about Caitlyn.

Chuckling lightly, she avoided replying to such comment. Instead, a loud metallic noise caught Caitlyn's attention along with the sound of human voices, crying and shouting. Raising an eyebrow, she picked her tattered old suitcase and strapped in onto her back to give her hands freedom.

"Can you hear that?" She asked Rüdiger, her mouth opening slightly as she listened carefully to the sounds. "Sounds like something has happened..."

With no warning, Caitlyn made her way to a window on the Ferry to look out to get a glimpse of the petrified crowd outside. What on earth was happening? What ever is was... Was it really that bad to cause such mayhem? Unable to get a good view from where she stood, Caitlyn returned to her doors and got back at the end of the queue to get off the Ferry. Everyone was nearly off now anyway. Everything should explain itself soon...

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"Humpfr! Well, I'm sorry darling but money isn't an issue." Stevey said to the Asian looking woman besides him. "Eight hundred pounds is nothing to me, but I still expect to get what I've paid for: Good Quality. They are probably cheap Knock-Offs over here anyway... I mean, pftt. Look at these people. I mean, seriously hun."

Stevey's bitchy attention caused a few more heads to turn as he spoke out loud his thoughts to the business woman next to him. It didn't even occur to him until a good few minutes when he got off the Ferry until that they were outside that there were tonnes of people behind the gate, pleading and begging to get on the Ferry. Tilting his head to one side, a grin appeared across his smug lips getting the completely wrong end of the stick

"Oh my gosh! We have fans! I didn't realise foreigners were worshipped over here! OH.MY.GOSH!" He shouted out, waving foolishly at the pleading and desperate crowd. "Wooohooo! I have arrived! Stevey Bouffey! There is enough of me to go around!"

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Caitlyn finally got off the both with her German acquaintance, to see the panic and horror which awaited for them on land. Confused, she looked towards the mass of people behind the gate to see woman crying and holding up there children, whilst men threw money at the soldiers. Gobsmacked by what she saw, Caitlyn rushed over to a soldier which stood with a gun at the ready. It didn't intimidate her at all... What was he going to do? Shoot her for asking a question?

"Excuse me? I take it you speak a bit of English? I was wondering if you could tell me what is going on?"

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Somia gaped at the man in bewilderment at his manner, but as he proceeded to uninhibittedly disparage those around him, she let out a chuckle shook her head. Perhaps she had more in common with this man than she first assumed.

Suddenly the crowd started to move again and before long they were descending the ramp. Her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the mass of people pressed up against the gate and fence. This wasn't her first time in Russia, and she'd not seen anything like this before. Something was very wrong. Her mind raced...was there another way onto the mainland? No, of course not. Vasilevsky Island had that name precisely because it was an island.

She slowed her pace, but stayed close to the loud man.

"If those are your fans," she gasped, "then I'd hate to know what your act is."

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Rüdiger's grin widened and he nodded cooly at Caitlyn's percieved accepted of his invitation to "party". Not bad, he thought, not even off the boat and I've acquired another two notches and got another one in the bank. His pace turned into a slight swagger as they continued towards the exit ramp, and he felt so pleased with himself that he scarcely even noticed the background noises until Caitlyn pointed them out. His face dropped and he looked over at the throng of refugees.

"Gott in himmel..." he exclaimed half under his breath. "Fucking gypsies. They'll swarm the boat in the hope that at least some of them will be able to stow away. Hurensonen."

He sneered at them as they neared the gate; approaching it was not difficult as a great many of the ferry's passengers were reluctant to come too close, intimidated by the frenzied crowd. Rüdiger simply stood as if waiting for the gates to be opened, along with one or two other people who seemed impatient to get going. Nearby a man seemed to whoop and hoot as though he was addressing his adoring fan club, but Rüdiger ignored him.

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Karpenko turned to the young woman who addressed hi, surprised to find a young woman questioning him about the situation so unreservedly. He thinned his lips and looked around at the others who were standing nearby. With a sigh, he spoke up. They deserved a chance to make an informed decision about what they did next.

"There's been an incident in the city." he said in English and in a voice loud enough for all the surrounding people to hear. "I don't know what kind but these people want to get on the boat. The captain of the ship has ordered for me to open the gate, and I don't have the authority to refuse."

"Don't have the authority?" Rüdiger scoffed, "Aren't you the fucking armed forces?"

"Niet." Karpenko replied, thinning his lips further and shaking his head. "We are contractors."

"Pfft." Rüdiger spat. "God damn PMC. Where are the police?"

"I know they are in the city," Karpenko replied, "but we cannot raise them. Something is keeping them very busy. Now in a moment I will open these gates and these people I can tell you now will not hold back, so my advice is that if you really must go into St Petersberg, stand to one side and let them through, but better still, get back on the boat and go back to where you came from. Something's got these people spooked and I've no idea what it is."

Rüdiger looked at the crowds, their eyes crazy and their voices hysterical.

"Maybe he has a point..." he said in a low voice.

~~~~~~~~~~~

On the other side of the fence, one man stood silently, looking down at the ground. He'd been there for hours. Why did the others waste their energy making noise? They knew the gate had to open eventually. They knew that lawlessness reigned supreme, and that it wasn't bribes or pleas that would help them to get away, but speed, patience, wits and an aggressive shoving arm.

Daniil Voltov looked up as he heard the Russian captain mention that the gates had been cleared for opening. Now was the time...he saw how most of the people getting off the boat hung back, and even seemed to be considering turning around and re-boarding. A few others seemed eager to proceed into the city. Poor ignorant souls...

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