Chapter 45 - Bao

The evening breeze was stirring the leaves of palm trees when the Laguna company boat, with a quiet grunt of the engine, approached the pier and stopped.

A couple of hours have passed since the Asahi Industries disc left Rock's hands and was nailed to Dutch's pocket, during which the boat managed to return to the vicinity of Ruanapur.

During this time, Jack and Revie had a good time chatting about all sorts of things. The girl who sported an undisguised wide satisfied grin after a deep massage of her shoulders and collarbones had a particularly good time.

The guy, too, of course got his share of pleasant sensations, but there was also a share of unpleasant sensations in the form of a tense penis resting on his pants.

Revie teased him, moved her ass during the massage, omitted ambivalent hints and generally tried in every possible way to provoke Jack to more active and intimate actions.

Well, she couldn't do it. It's not that he doesn't want to... he really wanted to, but it was not the time, not the place, and in general, with their relationship, everything was still muddy and not clear.

Besides, he was thinking about a future shootout and a helicopter, and Benny and Dutch were embarrassing him, so there would be no intimacy on the boat, at least in the near future.

– Finally. – jumped off the boat to the pier Revi – Fuh, now you can moisten your throat a little with rum. I hope Bao has forgotten past grievances...

– Drinking at work is bad. Your accuracy will drop a lot. Jack said sententiously, landing next to the girl who snorted at the "right" words.

There was a slightly strained smile on the guy's face, and his tired gaze fell on a wooden hut from which both cheerful and angry exclamations could be heard – What kind of Bao, by the way?

Revie grinned–What? Are you jealous?

In response, Jack rolled his eyes–I'm too tired for that. Still not used to sea trips. So what?..

The girl was about to answer when Benny landed next to the pier and cut into the conversation – Don't be afraid, my friend, even if our "Two-armed" wanted to just get laid with old Bao, she would have received only a gesture in the form of a middle finger in her face.

Revie clicked her teeth in displeasure and made a sullen face while Benny continued – The fact is that old Bao is a bartender and owner of the Yellow Flag bar, in which, in fact, we have to make a deal. And it just so happened that, by some unknown chance, our mutual acquaintance has already demolished the "hot-blooded" Bao bar several times, from which he most likely only harbors hatred for her.

- "That's right, Bao, I forgot the name of this bartender." – Jack was slightly surprised

Annoyance flashed across Revie's face–Hey Benny, slam the gate.

In response, Benny quickly put his hands up in a conciliatory manner, and Revie closed her eyes and exhaled sharply through her nose – I wasn't to blame for those pogroms, that is, yes, but no. I didn't start first, how many times I said it. And in general, "several times" sounds like I destroyed this ill-fated bar seven times, but I'm only slightly involved in three pogroms, no more.

Jack sincerely smiled gently and from this smile Revie's mood immediately lifted, and the irritation went away.

– Wait a minute... – Jack said, poking his chin with his finger, - ...and how many times have Bao's bar been smashed?

This question instantly made Revie and Benny freeze and think seriously...

– Like they just leveled it to the ground? – Benny clarified – Because if we try to count minor squabbles, like the complete destruction of the interior, then we probably won't have enough life to take everything into account...

– I don't know. Take the example of the Roar pogroms...

– Hey! These are not my pogroms, I told you! – the girl shouted discontentedly, but without a light. It was clear that she was not going to take out her irritation and discontent on her beloved boyfriend, because there are always people nearby who are much better suited for this...

"Heh, Jack, don't burden them with such a heavy question... "I've been in Ruanapur longer than them, but I simply wouldn't have enough memory in my head to remember all the times when Bao had to rebuild his bar.

– Why didn't he go bankrupt? And why does he hold a grudge against Revie if the bar is constantly being trashed?

Dutch smiled, walking towards the bar and leading them – Well, Bao is not a poor guy. This is neutral territory. That is, the local small piece of land does not belong to anyone. The groups agreed that no one would apply for this place and Bao immediately realized that he could make good money on this unique aspect. That is why various skirmishes often occur here and that is why we are conducting a transaction here. As for the tooth on the Roar, it's just the way the circumstances have developed... well, Revie said a lot to him when she destroyed his bar the first two times...

– Well, I've already apologized to this cockroach! What else does he need!? To dance a mazurka on his bar counter?! Revie was saying with displeasure

– You already discuss this with Bao. Dutch grinned.

...

The aroma of alcohol, gunpowder, sweaty louts, cheap snacks, cigarettes and perfumes of girls of easy virtue, in an indescribable whirlwind, mixed, turning into a pungent smell, from which Jack could not help but wince every time he needed a new portion of air.

Jack was the manager of a brothel, but the hell with his establishment was so bad with smells.

– You'll get used to it. Revie said with a grin, sitting next to him on a bar stool and pouring herself a glass of rum

Filling her glass to the brim, she reached for Jack's glass, but he quickly put his hand on top–No. I'm at work and I won't drink. – he said with a smile, trying to hide his tension – "How much time should pass? The mercenaries will break into the bar the moment Dutch calls Balalaika on the payphone, but when will it be? How long have they been waiting for the person who has to make a deal with them?.."

– What a correct and stuffy you are after all. Revie shook her head with a smirk on her face. Saying these words, the girl did not bring malicious intent into them at all, and even vice versa, as if she was a little pleased.

If at the very beginning, she was infuriated by all the right and "innocent''Jack, now she really, really liked him like that, and she didn't really want him to lose his "innocent"' charm.

"Bao, don't look at me so viciously... I have no desire to drink from your gaze. Revie said a little displeased, glancing at the disgruntled bartender who was sitting and staring at the girl's face

– My bar, I want and look. Don't like it, fuck off. In fact, you'd better take this advice while the walls of my bar are still in place. Bao spoke with a dissatisfied face

Revi rolled her eyes and decided not to answer the peasant. Instead, she put her lips to a glass of rum and drained it instantly–Ha~aa, great. I thought you were going to throw me a loaded mess, but this rum is good.

– Tc, don't take on too much, walking disaster. Just because of you, I'm not going to lose my reputation... Although I really wanted to pour you a laxative... – the bartender shook his head, and then sighed, distracted by the newspaper

Revie made a face and decided to pay attention to Jack, whose nervousness, despite attempts to disguise it, on the part of the guy, was noticed by her – You've turned quite gloomy, Jackie. You didn't even sit and sweat during the seizure of the ship. What happened? The job is considered done, it remains only to transfer the disk and it's in the hat.

Jack looked at Revie's puzzled face, in whose voice he clearly heard a caring note. Forcing a smile, the guy replied – Just a headache and ... and to be honest, I have a bad feeling.

– Hmm, maybe you're just nervous. As for the premonition, don't worry already, it's over. The most trivial remains.

– I hope so... Jack said with melancholy, looking over his shoulder at the bar patrons. All of them were clearly not the most pleasant and conscientious people, but certainly not the worst, especially for this heavenly place... But almost all of them will most likely die in a matter of minutes when the mercenaries break in and start shooting at everything that moves – "Can I do something?.. They clearly don't deserve to die... There are also so many women... Stupidly... How stupid they will all die, being just passers–by in someone else's conflict..." - worrying, he chewed his lips slightly and nervously felt the grenade in his pocket

It was a flash-bang grenade and he had it now not one, but in the amount of two pieces. He borrowed them from the arsenal, on the boat, when he finished doing Revie's massage. Theft or not, he knew that in the end, they would be glad that he had brought them with him.

...

Time passed and the bar became more and more lively with the approach of darkness...

– Hey! Don't fuck me here! You'll love the marked cards!

– Shut your mouth, idiot, otherwise I'll give you such a kick that you'll fly to the border with Cuba. Learn to lose already.

– Really? Hee hee hee, you're kidding, right?

– I swear! If you want, let's go check it out yourself. It hangs straight down to the knees!

– Don't believe this babbler, Laura, I was with him in the baths and there's nothing to hang there at all, ha-ha-ha!

– Fuck you!

– In short, I come in like this, all on the lookout, I think that some dick has come to rob me. Well, I took out my Colt and abruptly opened the door and went in, and there!..

– Well, what?

– And there's not a dick, but a good cheesecake!

– What the fuck is a cheesecake, moron?! What are we to you!? Bakers?

– Don't be stupid, moron! The thief turned out to be a cute thief, though without one hand, but still.

– And... and? What's next?

– And what's next? She got caught on a hot one, so I prescribed her a bad one, and then fucked her well several times.

– Ha, I hope she didn't reward you with a sifak, you half-wit. did you think about that before you poked a stranger with a pipka?

– Oh~e...

Jack listened anxiously to all these tales and stories, waiting for the moment when the owners of all these bravado would panic and try to hide from the machine gun fire...

– The delay is not good. – Dutch said, getting up from his chair – I'll call Balalaika and find out what's going on, and you try not to smash the Bao bar again...

Jack's hand tightened convulsively on the pistol grip...