Laurence hated his name. His Ma had been the one to name him, but he didn't want a lame ass name. Growing up, he received his own fair share of bullying.
….everyone called him Larry.
No wonder no one in the Merchants respected him with a nickname like that! It was always Larry this or Larry that. Stupid Ma...she already ruined his career choice.
"Oi Larry. Skidmark wants to know where his product is." Some douche kicked the back of Larry's knee and he fell over. Currently, they were in one of Skidmark's farms. Larry was in charge of making sure their 'plants' survived. It was getting harder, especially in the Docks. Those stupid Marines have been cracking down on all of Skidmark's operations, and more than a few that belong to the chinks. The Empire tried getting their claws in, but that Smoke Guy put a stop to that.
Giving Douchebag a glare, Larry pointed to a locked door. "Where the hell do you think it is?" Even he wasnt stupid enough to steal Skidmark's stash. He did smoke some of it though, good shit.
Douchebag flicked him off and grabbed a key out of his pocket. Larry was left alone again, watching some lame ass cartoon. He had pulled the short straw, so he was stuck in this farm until the shit was ready to be harvested. Five other guys roamed the farm as security. Then they'll have to pack up before those Marines found out where they were.
Larry pulled out a joint and lit it. Mmm, that was good. He blew some smoke out of his nose. Suddenly, Larry heard the sound of fighting. Those assholes must've been arguing again. Turning off the TV with a sigh, Larry grabbed his pistol.
He walked up to another door and started banging on it. "Oi shut up." It went silent. Larry blew some more smoke.
"Finally some peace and quiet." Larry turned around to head back to his seat, when the door burst open, causing a shower of splinters. Larry was sent flying and slammed against the wall.
"W-Wha-" Larry slowly raised his head to see a swirling vortex made of smoke. Eventually, an infamous face appeared, with two signature cigars in his mouth.
"You're all under arrest."
Larry missed his Ma now.
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Raids like these were the reason Smoker enjoyed his alone time. He went out alone at night, raided a few Merchant or ABB drug farms, called the BBPD, and then headed back to Marine HQ. Tashigi would then reprimand him in the morning for not inviting her or the other Marines.
Cipher would watch in amusement before getting a haymaker to her face, courtesy of Amy. Cipher didn't have to go to school, so she spent most of her time at Marine HQ or shopping with Tashigi. Essentially, that would be a normal day.
It had been two days since Smoker's meeting with Armsmaster, yet Smoker felt like he hadn't done much since he arrived here. Sure he arrested Lung with help from Weaver, but he hadnt done anything else of importance.
So Smoker conducted these raids. If he needed help, he would bring a squad along to handle those that tried to run. So far, no one had escaped the law.
Smoker smirked. Skidmark was a slippery bastard, but he'll slip up once he hears of how many of his farms have been burned. The last of the Merchants here were being loaded up into a police van.
"Thank you for your help Captain Smoker." A young police officer walked up to him. The BBPD had jurisdiction as long as no other capes were around.
Smoker simply nodded and made his way to his Billower Bike. The night was still young, and plenty of ABB slavers and Merchant drug dealers to arrest.
Now if he could only provoke Skidmark, Squealer, Mush, Oni Lee and Bakuda into one big brawl, he could move onto the Empire.
His phone started ringing. It was Tashigi again. He pressed ignore and took a right. The phone started ringing again. Why was she even awake at this hour? Smoker sighed and let the phone ring out. Tashigi was worse than his own Mother. Smoker didnt even have one! He was born an orphan. Well, maybe he did have one, not that he had met the woman.
His phone started buzzing. Yup, here came the voice mails and text messages. Maybe he should answer Tashigi? Nah, she wasn't his boss. He was her boss.
Still...it was better to be safe than sorry. When angered, Tashigi could be a monster.
He called her back.
"Smok-"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT NIGHT WITHOUT BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH." Smoker mentally checked out several seconds into her rant.
Yeah, maybe he should delay heading back to Marine HQ for a few hours. Tashigi usually stayed at her own home, but it wouldn't hurt to be safe.
Yeah, that was a great plan.
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Gunderson enjoyed a good night's rest. As a Marine, he could be called on duty at any time, so he needed all of the sleep he could get. Sadly, Gunderson was assigned to the same room as Kazuki, Alby, and Seo. He easily got along with all of them. They were friends even.
There was only one major problem.
All three of them snored, loudly. Seriously, it sounded like someone was trying to kill them. Currently, Gunderson was trying to suffocate his ears with his own pillow.
It ended in a failure sadly. So Gunderson sat up, grabbed his pillow and blanket, and made his way to the Mess Hall. It should be empty if the squad assigned to night duty was out. Dressed in a plain white shirt, baggy pants, and his blond hair in a small bun, he arrived at the Mess Hall.
He wasn't alone. Sitting at one of the tables was the young Panacea with a cigarette in her mouth. Gunderson had not spoken much to the healer. She spent most of her time with Captain Smoker, Tashigi, and most recently, Weaver and Cipher.
Gunder climbed a neighboring table, placed his pillow down, and laid down, with his blanket over him.
"Couldn't sleep?" He heard her ask.
"Yup." Was his sleepy answer.
"Alby."
"Alby." Stupid Alby.
Gunderson would only be able to get a few hours worth of sleep when the explosions started.
A/N
AHAHAHAHA. No offense to all my Laurence's out there
This will be the last chapter for now, so enjoy the cliffhanger. I decided that it would be better to rest now than to burn myself out and hate this awesome story.
I won't stop writing though, in the meantime I will be expanding one of my snips.
100 Years will be turned into Do you fear Death? It will be a Pirates of the Caribbean crossover. It'll be in first person from Taylor's POV with about every other chapter being from someone elses in third. I want to see how my first person style has improved since Chimera. So keep an eye out for that.
This story is almost as long as Chimera. There's about a few hundred to thousand word differences.
Smoker the White Hunter will return! Eventually. I have plans
Ill be back when I'm bored of Do you fear Death?