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"ALRIGHT, SHITHEAD, YOU BETTER STILL HAVE THAT FUCKING ROCKET! YOU'RE GONNA BLOW A HOLE, HALF OF YOU WILL CHUCK SHIT THOUGH THE HOLE, AND THE REST OF US WILL RUSH THE RATFUCKS WHILE THE FUCKERS ARE SCREAMING ABOUT BEING ON FIRE! HALF WITH ME, HALF WITH FLAMEFUCK CHUKIN SHIT! YOU, FUCKER, YOU'LL BE WITH ME AND TELL THEM IF THEIR SHOTS ARE GOING WIDE ON THE RADIO!"
Your men organise themselves reasonably well, and Rocket aims his RPG at the ceiling while you and your group get ready.
"AND STOP FIRING WHEN I RADIO YOU, IF YOU HIT ME, I'LL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND FEED THEM TO YOU!"
The Rocket flies, you hear a metric shitload of grenades and molotovs being thrown, and you give the signal.
"GET THE FUCK IN, BOYS!"
You and your boys charge up the stairs, whooping and hollering as the screams above get louder and louder. There's a makeshift barricade made of sofas and tables, but the few men that were guarding it are hollering and panicking as they try to pat out the flames on themselves, letting you and your boys leap over the barricades and literally trample them underfoot and emerge into the floor proper.
The top floor is quite clearly more of a luxurious suite than the dingy nightclub, looking more like a combination of a smoking lounge and bar but a bit more modern. It'd be a lot more nice looking if there wasn't a hole in the center that had sporadically had a molotov cocktail or gascan chucked out of it that the Yakuza are scrambling to avoid.
One particularly thuggish looking man with a scar on his cheek sneers at you as he sees you emerge.
"Ah, American swine, I suppose you think we'll be easy pickings? We're not like the snot nosed newbies be-"
He is swiftly cut off by his face being obliterated by a blast from your shotgun.
"IF YOU'VE GOT TIME TO SPEAK YOU'VE GOT TIME TO DIE MOTHERFUCKERS!"
With your coordinated attack throwing them off guard, the throwables erupting from the ground, and the one guy that was actually coordinated throwing his advantage to monologue like a FUCKING HALFWIT you manage to once again, kill a shitload of the Yakuza. However, before long, they've managed to somewhat group up and figure out where to stand to avoid getting lit on fire by most of the cocktails, and have bunched themselves up for safety... MAKING THEM A PRIME CHARGING TARGET YESYESYES!
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