Post by Pavel Fedoseev on Jul 22, 2013 16:07:07 GMT -5
The telephone rang for Pavel, he was sitting on a bench in Russia, in disguise as Boris. He recognized the simple ringtone, BRING BRING, BRING BRING[/i] the serene Russian City was perfect for a disguise like Pavel's. Many people walked by him, occasionally glancing, but it was not because Pavel was suspicious but because of his military attire. He was respected; while his exact identity was hidden people knew he was part of the military just because of his attire. He calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out the simple work phone that he always made his calls from Xcution.
[smear:FF0000]"your target is a well known human trafficker, she has been targeted before but past attempts has failed, You are to go to San Francisco, Chinatown, California, in America. Your Target, Lee Tae often visits a "Local" whorehouse, she has bribed the Japanese gangs to keep it hidden. Her Body guard must also be eliminated, her name is Kan Sung. Both of these targets are considered high priority. You must also target Michiyo Kawazoe, the whore house's Owner. No one else is to be killed. This is your mission, execute with extreme Profession. You will not fail."[/smear:00FF00]
With a click he hung up the phone and stood up, this sounded like a simple hit to Pavel so an extreme disguise was not necessary. He hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take him to the airport where he left a simple bundle of money. Bribery was the fastest way to get something done if given to the right people. Once there he knew the right people and ID to give him the Military Discount, and a pass through checkpoints. This is because with the right words and the right verification, which his disguise held, security had to allow him past. Sitting on the bench awaiting the plane to allow passengers in, Pavel would feel his pocket vibrate, this was his hidden phone number. With the help of Xcution's top hackers, Pavel was able to get an untraceable, hidden number that only a single person knew. "Hey Pavel." the sweet voice, of Valentina.
He smiled and would answer the phone. "Hello." "Don't Hello me. Where is my special greeting?" she hmphed, with a single sigh he would softly speak "Good Afternoon, Valentina~" he made sure that no one around him could hear his voice. "That is better. When are you coming home?" he thought for a quick second and responded "In two more weeks." he was lying through his teeth, he had to stay away from the person he Loved as much as possible to make sure she is not found. "Why are you often gone? I know you are called into do various jobs but you should at least have someway to visit more often. By the way, what kind of job often calls their workers to leave the country often?" "I train various allied soldiers in combat." she signed with a bit of disappointment. "you better stay safe." the pinging as the PA system turned on sounded through out the lobby "The passengers boarding American Airline, please head through the gate." it repeated twice and Valentina went silent.
"I guess you have to hang up now." he nodded "I'll keep checking in when I can." "Stay Safe. I Love you," "I Love you too." He boarded the Plane heading to America, specifically California, his plan was to land in Los Angeles, gather intel there and head to San Francisco. The flight lasted about a few hours and Pavel would land in Los Angeles in the evening. He exited and would head straight for restroom, changing into a more appropriate manner. With a few added makeup and the right suit, he was now dressed as Tccolama. The Well Dressed Mercenary. He is dealing with Thugs and the such, so he needs to be intimidating when he handles with them. Fixing his dark blue tie he grabbed his suitcase and got a rental car. With a quick change his wallet was his own. "I'll pick that one."
He pointed at a luxury car and paid the right amount for it. He started the engines and headed for downtown L.A. He flipped his phone out and dialed his contacts in America. Xcution had a countless number of informants and assets to use. "Ya?" "I need information on China town in San Francisco." the man had a thick mexican accent but it was understandable at the least "I'll look inta it. But its gunna cost you." "As long as it gets the job done." Being global it would make sense that their resources would be the same. The skies of L.A were foggy with smog as he began to drive towards downtown. Once he was in the right area he would look at the large apartment complex, he stepped outside his car and walked into the building.
He was sure to take his time up the stairs but took his time and took necessary breaks. When he was on the seventh floor he would knock on room "784" the door would open and a man in a tank top would open the door, he appeared to be of the age of thirty, he had a five o clock shadow and his home was a mess. But this man knew a lot about San Francisco. "Come in." he would enter the room and stand, the man in the tank top would begin to speak "You're target is known in the human trafficking business. There has been many attempts on her life through various means, both sanctioned by government organizations and underground organizations. She is known to treat her male "slaves" worse than her females,and her females are often sold less. She also has a female body guard, also female. Deadly, Efficient, A mercenary for hire, it is wondered why she even works with her."
He nodded his head as he gazed at two of the pictures. Lee Tae was a blond woman with a few freckles on her face, she was a rather busty woman and always wore a dress and exposed the upper layer of her breasts. She appeared to have been five foot seven and of light weight. Her body guard was a shorter female, wearing a skintight jacket, she had blue hair and a skjull under the right side of her her left eye. From the picture the two looked well behaved. "You should also know about the Whore House Owner. She is known to have practiced a martial art that specialize in paralyzing the muscles. She always stays in doors and photos are rare." The photo was a woman in a long well designed kimono, her face shown that she was of middle weight and average height.
"Now for your Whorehouse. Its rare for any normal Joe to get in. But her house is known to allow well respected business men, your attire and your appearance already takes the pie. But you need identification and a story. Keep your name, it sounds excotic. But you need to have someone hack into the mainframe and create you a false I.D show it to them and they will let you in. This is because the identification card is hard to copy. But I'm sure you'll find a way." he nodded and handed him the necessary amount of money needed for the information on the targets. Once he left and entered his vehicle. He began his drive to San Francisco. On the way there his work phone rang he answered the phone and the informant spoke "By the way. Your targets are fucking carpet lickers for each other. Hell will raise if one figures out the other is dead. Kill them both at the same time."
The moment he entered the San Francisco he would find the address, China town was bustling and full of life. The chatter of Chinese Dialect filled with sizzling of Stir Fried food. He would continue walking around this was until he met up with a teenager wearing a large jacket and blue jeans "I am looking to have a "Good Time" the man placed his hand out "Here is my Identification." he looked at I.D and looked at Pavel. "Welcome to the Club, Mister Tccolama. Your company has already called, we have been expecting you." He followed the man into a warehouse and found himself staring at a building crammed with boxes and storages. He continued to follow the man until they had traversed the maze.
There, a steel door with a chinese symbol was had a metal slot on it, he knocked on the door and the slot opened he spoke a few words in Chinese and the door opened, inside he would find a well furnished room, almost as if they were hiding a hotel underground. The moans of pleasure filled the air as men had sex with men, men had sex with women, women having sex with women, it was a spread out orgy. Some of them were in private rooms behind closed doors, while others were having sex out doors, it was like a scene from the Human Centipede 2 A few of the women approached Pavel and began to attempt to unravel his tie, he stopped them and nodded "I am here to see a specific woman." a man approached him and did the same, and he repeated his phrase. He looked up and found several armed men and women.
The Velvet Walls and the beautiful curtains made the appearance of a grand hotel but the constant orgies destroyed its beauty. Nude men and women, laying on one another. It was a disgusting scene to observe, it was a disgusting ritual to perform. His footsteps were silenced by the screams of men and women reaching orgasm, reaching bliss, finding the dragon they had been seeking the entire time they were there. Smoke also filled the air, people smoking hookah, doing drugs, this entire den needed to be destroyed. Soft beautiful music sang through. It was blissful, it was beautiful. He looked at them and listened to it as he proceeded with his mission.
There were double stairs going down and afterwards was a zig zag pattern going down, filled with rooms and bars. But people continued to have their orgys, bouncing breasts as women enjoyed the bodies of both genders. He was disgusted, he was sick of this sight. Men were enjoying the sausage of their fellow man. Pavel continued downwards until he was stopped by two men wearing BDSM mouth gags. They were armed with assault rifles, other than their mouth gags they were still a serious threat. He could hear two women pleasuring each other through the wooden doors. He was tasked with killing those that got in the way but it. While they were shorter than him and he could destroy them, he had to keep a downlow. He turned around approached them. This time they were about to shove him, with swift movement he gripped onto the assault rifle and twisted it, breaking it form his grip, he then dropped it, grabbing onto the other one and disarming him.
They could not scream so he broke their necks. He looked through the door and found two women, they appeared like the targets under the bed sheets, their moans of pleasure confirmed that they were both women. Pulling out his syringe, he injected his left arm and released. It was a silent release, there was no spike in reiatsu. He was just the same, but what would happen is he would pull out a dagger, it appeared that the dagger was in his jacket but it formed from his hand, the dagger's blade grew longer as he silently approached the two. Their throws of Lust prevented them from hearing him. He waited for the right moment to allow himself on the bed. With out missing a heat beat he would stab downwards once he was sure that one was on top the other, the blades length should of been capable of stabbing them both. He caused the blade to become bigger and wider, causing the women to explode from the sudden expansion of the blade.
He ripped the sheets apart and found they were the wrong women, he heard a coughing and turned "Ahem. Goodbye." She would stab forwards with a long sword, he turned his hips and barley dodged it, the sword cutting his cheek. He looked at the cut and stared at the woman, she was the targets body guard, she appeared cute and all that but he knew she was deadly. "That was not polite." she grinned and remarked back "Killing our men wasn't nice either." Pavel changed his sword to equal it, superior by strength he should not have a hard time with this woman. She swiped the blade sideways and attempted to cut him but he was able to block it with his sword. He was not proficient with any martial arts but he was deadly with a sword.
He pushed the blade forward with a medium size of resistance, she was strong and he had to kill her. With the time he had, he immediately moved off of the bed and the lady licked her blade, she was tasting his blood. "This is why I prefer women, your blood tastes terrible." "Feh." he pulled out a second sword and would duel wield two identical kitanas. She grinned and held her sword with expertise. "You are a good fighter, for a man. Who sent you CIA? FBI? KGB? Local Police? Secret Service?" he grinned and "No." "Then who sent you?" "They"sent me. I am number Six, and it is time to die." she grinned as well before pulling out a .45 caliber pistol and shot him several time in the stomach.
Pain shot through his body as he fell before the two dead women, he was bleeding profusely, with a grin he would speak "That was big mistake." he pulled the corpses close to him and began to eat the person, the wounds began to close. Her confidence began to drain as her smug smile disappeared and was replaced with horror. "You are a monster. WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU?" He grinned and stepped forward, she stood her ground and thrusted the sword forward, his blades disappeared and the armor would cover his body. The sword would break on the armor, he grabbed onto her hand and pulled her close to him. Her disgusting breath was the last thing he wanted to smell.
She grinned and would grip onto him, her hand was burning, it was burning, he dropped her and looked at the place where she had grabbed. It was sizzling, he looked at her and discovered that she was not a normal body guard, it was a facade. She cracked her knuckles and spoke "Now we get the real fun going on." she placed her hands on the bed and the entire thing began to smoke before bursting into flames. He backed up a bit to give distance but she trusted her hand forward, he dodged and gripped onto it, touching her made him hot. Prolonged physical contact was impossible, he dropped the armor and returned with the sword, this fight was beginning to tire him out so he had to fight very aggressively.
He pulled out a larger sword and swung she placed her arm up and it was cut off. Physical contact with the sword made it possible to cut her, but to his surprise orange glowing liquid sprang out, a new hand formed she picked it up and placed it on and it reconnected, she cracked her knuckles and began the onslaught of thrusts. He dodged it for a bit before dodging became hard, he thrusted his sword forward and impaled her, but the blade began to melt, he cause it to grow short, away from her body and quickly kicked her away. The hole in her body was sealed and her eyes began to glow, orange liquid was seeping from her mouth, she was a Freak. She clutched her stomach, and began to wince.
"You fucking cunt, I'll slaughter you for that." she began to fight faster, harder, and he had to fight with more brutality. She thrusted forward and her hand was caught by the wall, it melted around her hand, he caused two more arms to come from his body, he sliced off her hand and the two swords sliced off her legs. A sudden gasp escaped her mouth as she collapsed on the ground. he would place the blade on her throat and slit it, blood orange liquid spilled out, her gasping filled the corridor as the last words she would hear from him "You have been killed, your death will go unnoticed, all you love and all care about will die and suffer. You wont be there to protect them."
He punched through her stomach and pulled it out, the warm organ was filled with acid he threw it away and tore out her tongue before ripping her head off. "You were protecting the wrong woman." he placed the head down and tore her picture in half, placing an Xcution card down he continued on his mission. A metal door was open, where it was before there was just a wall. He picked up the head and continued through the door. There was thick, steel door where he was. He heard a woman screaming and shouting. "I WANT WHOEVER THIS FUCKER KILLED NOW!" he cracked his knuckles and punched the door open, he had his armor on. The sound of whats left f the door clattered onto the ground as the loading of assault rifles broke the silence.
Soon the sound of gunfire would scream through out the area, the bullets would collide against the armor, barely making a scratch. He walked through the gunfire, the smell of gunpowder filling the air. "Your bullets are as effective as paper." he gripped onto one of the guards and ripped him in half. With a faster pace he would destroy the security. She stood there, calm faced as her guards were slaughtered like lambs. She was smug, she was arrogant, she called out to her body guard but he showed something that broke her. "She is already dead." she would find her had on his hand inside of the socket and used her head as a hand puppet.
"Is something wrong? Do you need my service? You call my name but you do not speak. AHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed in horror and despair as she began to sling insults at him "I'LL HAVE YOU TAKEN IN AS A SLAVE. I KNOW POWERFUL MEN WHO WILL DESTROY YOU! YOU SEE! YOU WILL SEE!!" he broke her arms and knocked her out, taping her mouth shut he would pick her up. He had a specific way of handling her. He walked up, the sounds downstairs seemed to have not broken through the surface. The women and men continued their orgy. he walked up towards management, he showed the guards his I.D he had placed a paper bag over her head and taped her mouth shut. Entering the room, he would find it extremely furnished. Perfectly designed for business.
Sitting on an office chair was his final target, "So... our esteemed business man had found his way here. I hope our service was just as expected." she turned around and observed him holding onto the woman. "I see that you have brought yourself a guest too. Are you leaving us so soon?" "I am." she smiled and nodded "But I am not leaving here without my farewell gift." she suddenly looked up, the change in accent, pitch, it was a new different person. Before the woman shouted he lifted his hand, sharp claws, he fired a single one and it impaled her throat with such speed that it snapped her neck. He fired two more and it impaled her eyes, it was silent, it was efficient, it was deadly.
He walked outside, slowly closing the door behind him. Walking back towards the exit he was let out and guided back, outside he shoved the woman inside the car and drove it to the docks. With a simple flip he removed his phone and called "I need a single way ship going to North Korea. The cargo will be a female. Prisoner sent there to "Think about what she has done." The crew is allowed to do whatever they want with her once she is on their boat but she has to make to North Korea alive." he hung up and knelt before her, removing the bag and ripping off the tape she screamed more insults. Pavel placed his finger on her lip and shushed her. "You will suffer an ironic death. People taking advantage of you, beating you, stepping on you, maybe even killing you. Does that ring any bells for you? you are going to be sent to North Korea. You mean nothing to them, you're nothing but a slave. Just like the people you traffik."
She shook her head and began to go into denial "People will know who I am. I am a fucking star. You are nothing, you will be hunted down and killed." he grinned and stood up, after a few hours a small boat came by, he retaped the woman's mouth shut and placed her on the boat, it sped towards a larger one and its voyage to North Korea began. It would be months till it reached land, and the crew on that ship were particularly brutal. He did not kill her like the other two, no. She deserved to suffer an ironic death. Killed by the thing she made a living off of. Her name disappeared, she was forgotten. He flipped the phone open and called "The Contract has been finished. Targets eliminated." he hung up and used his hidden phone number. "Hello?" "I will be coming home tomorrow." "You better." he hung up and walked back to his car. Mission Accomplished.
[end Job]
[smear:FF0000]"your target is a well known human trafficker, she has been targeted before but past attempts has failed, You are to go to San Francisco, Chinatown, California, in America. Your Target, Lee Tae often visits a "Local" whorehouse, she has bribed the Japanese gangs to keep it hidden. Her Body guard must also be eliminated, her name is Kan Sung. Both of these targets are considered high priority. You must also target Michiyo Kawazoe, the whore house's Owner. No one else is to be killed. This is your mission, execute with extreme Profession. You will not fail."[/smear:00FF00]
With a click he hung up the phone and stood up, this sounded like a simple hit to Pavel so an extreme disguise was not necessary. He hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take him to the airport where he left a simple bundle of money. Bribery was the fastest way to get something done if given to the right people. Once there he knew the right people and ID to give him the Military Discount, and a pass through checkpoints. This is because with the right words and the right verification, which his disguise held, security had to allow him past. Sitting on the bench awaiting the plane to allow passengers in, Pavel would feel his pocket vibrate, this was his hidden phone number. With the help of Xcution's top hackers, Pavel was able to get an untraceable, hidden number that only a single person knew. "Hey Pavel." the sweet voice, of Valentina.
He smiled and would answer the phone. "Hello." "Don't Hello me. Where is my special greeting?" she hmphed, with a single sigh he would softly speak "Good Afternoon, Valentina~" he made sure that no one around him could hear his voice. "That is better. When are you coming home?" he thought for a quick second and responded "In two more weeks." he was lying through his teeth, he had to stay away from the person he Loved as much as possible to make sure she is not found. "Why are you often gone? I know you are called into do various jobs but you should at least have someway to visit more often. By the way, what kind of job often calls their workers to leave the country often?" "I train various allied soldiers in combat." she signed with a bit of disappointment. "you better stay safe." the pinging as the PA system turned on sounded through out the lobby "The passengers boarding American Airline, please head through the gate." it repeated twice and Valentina went silent.
"I guess you have to hang up now." he nodded "I'll keep checking in when I can." "Stay Safe. I Love you," "I Love you too." He boarded the Plane heading to America, specifically California, his plan was to land in Los Angeles, gather intel there and head to San Francisco. The flight lasted about a few hours and Pavel would land in Los Angeles in the evening. He exited and would head straight for restroom, changing into a more appropriate manner. With a few added makeup and the right suit, he was now dressed as Tccolama. The Well Dressed Mercenary. He is dealing with Thugs and the such, so he needs to be intimidating when he handles with them. Fixing his dark blue tie he grabbed his suitcase and got a rental car. With a quick change his wallet was his own. "I'll pick that one."
He pointed at a luxury car and paid the right amount for it. He started the engines and headed for downtown L.A. He flipped his phone out and dialed his contacts in America. Xcution had a countless number of informants and assets to use. "Ya?" "I need information on China town in San Francisco." the man had a thick mexican accent but it was understandable at the least "I'll look inta it. But its gunna cost you." "As long as it gets the job done." Being global it would make sense that their resources would be the same. The skies of L.A were foggy with smog as he began to drive towards downtown. Once he was in the right area he would look at the large apartment complex, he stepped outside his car and walked into the building.
He was sure to take his time up the stairs but took his time and took necessary breaks. When he was on the seventh floor he would knock on room "784" the door would open and a man in a tank top would open the door, he appeared to be of the age of thirty, he had a five o clock shadow and his home was a mess. But this man knew a lot about San Francisco. "Come in." he would enter the room and stand, the man in the tank top would begin to speak "You're target is known in the human trafficking business. There has been many attempts on her life through various means, both sanctioned by government organizations and underground organizations. She is known to treat her male "slaves" worse than her females,and her females are often sold less. She also has a female body guard, also female. Deadly, Efficient, A mercenary for hire, it is wondered why she even works with her."
He nodded his head as he gazed at two of the pictures. Lee Tae was a blond woman with a few freckles on her face, she was a rather busty woman and always wore a dress and exposed the upper layer of her breasts. She appeared to have been five foot seven and of light weight. Her body guard was a shorter female, wearing a skintight jacket, she had blue hair and a skjull under the right side of her her left eye. From the picture the two looked well behaved. "You should also know about the Whore House Owner. She is known to have practiced a martial art that specialize in paralyzing the muscles. She always stays in doors and photos are rare." The photo was a woman in a long well designed kimono, her face shown that she was of middle weight and average height.
"Now for your Whorehouse. Its rare for any normal Joe to get in. But her house is known to allow well respected business men, your attire and your appearance already takes the pie. But you need identification and a story. Keep your name, it sounds excotic. But you need to have someone hack into the mainframe and create you a false I.D show it to them and they will let you in. This is because the identification card is hard to copy. But I'm sure you'll find a way." he nodded and handed him the necessary amount of money needed for the information on the targets. Once he left and entered his vehicle. He began his drive to San Francisco. On the way there his work phone rang he answered the phone and the informant spoke "By the way. Your targets are fucking carpet lickers for each other. Hell will raise if one figures out the other is dead. Kill them both at the same time."
The moment he entered the San Francisco he would find the address, China town was bustling and full of life. The chatter of Chinese Dialect filled with sizzling of Stir Fried food. He would continue walking around this was until he met up with a teenager wearing a large jacket and blue jeans "I am looking to have a "Good Time" the man placed his hand out "Here is my Identification." he looked at I.D and looked at Pavel. "Welcome to the Club, Mister Tccolama. Your company has already called, we have been expecting you." He followed the man into a warehouse and found himself staring at a building crammed with boxes and storages. He continued to follow the man until they had traversed the maze.
There, a steel door with a chinese symbol was had a metal slot on it, he knocked on the door and the slot opened he spoke a few words in Chinese and the door opened, inside he would find a well furnished room, almost as if they were hiding a hotel underground. The moans of pleasure filled the air as men had sex with men, men had sex with women, women having sex with women, it was a spread out orgy. Some of them were in private rooms behind closed doors, while others were having sex out doors, it was like a scene from the Human Centipede 2 A few of the women approached Pavel and began to attempt to unravel his tie, he stopped them and nodded "I am here to see a specific woman." a man approached him and did the same, and he repeated his phrase. He looked up and found several armed men and women.
The Velvet Walls and the beautiful curtains made the appearance of a grand hotel but the constant orgies destroyed its beauty. Nude men and women, laying on one another. It was a disgusting scene to observe, it was a disgusting ritual to perform. His footsteps were silenced by the screams of men and women reaching orgasm, reaching bliss, finding the dragon they had been seeking the entire time they were there. Smoke also filled the air, people smoking hookah, doing drugs, this entire den needed to be destroyed. Soft beautiful music sang through. It was blissful, it was beautiful. He looked at them and listened to it as he proceeded with his mission.
There were double stairs going down and afterwards was a zig zag pattern going down, filled with rooms and bars. But people continued to have their orgys, bouncing breasts as women enjoyed the bodies of both genders. He was disgusted, he was sick of this sight. Men were enjoying the sausage of their fellow man. Pavel continued downwards until he was stopped by two men wearing BDSM mouth gags. They were armed with assault rifles, other than their mouth gags they were still a serious threat. He could hear two women pleasuring each other through the wooden doors. He was tasked with killing those that got in the way but it. While they were shorter than him and he could destroy them, he had to keep a downlow. He turned around approached them. This time they were about to shove him, with swift movement he gripped onto the assault rifle and twisted it, breaking it form his grip, he then dropped it, grabbing onto the other one and disarming him.
They could not scream so he broke their necks. He looked through the door and found two women, they appeared like the targets under the bed sheets, their moans of pleasure confirmed that they were both women. Pulling out his syringe, he injected his left arm and released. It was a silent release, there was no spike in reiatsu. He was just the same, but what would happen is he would pull out a dagger, it appeared that the dagger was in his jacket but it formed from his hand, the dagger's blade grew longer as he silently approached the two. Their throws of Lust prevented them from hearing him. He waited for the right moment to allow himself on the bed. With out missing a heat beat he would stab downwards once he was sure that one was on top the other, the blades length should of been capable of stabbing them both. He caused the blade to become bigger and wider, causing the women to explode from the sudden expansion of the blade.
He ripped the sheets apart and found they were the wrong women, he heard a coughing and turned "Ahem. Goodbye." She would stab forwards with a long sword, he turned his hips and barley dodged it, the sword cutting his cheek. He looked at the cut and stared at the woman, she was the targets body guard, she appeared cute and all that but he knew she was deadly. "That was not polite." she grinned and remarked back "Killing our men wasn't nice either." Pavel changed his sword to equal it, superior by strength he should not have a hard time with this woman. She swiped the blade sideways and attempted to cut him but he was able to block it with his sword. He was not proficient with any martial arts but he was deadly with a sword.
He pushed the blade forward with a medium size of resistance, she was strong and he had to kill her. With the time he had, he immediately moved off of the bed and the lady licked her blade, she was tasting his blood. "This is why I prefer women, your blood tastes terrible." "Feh." he pulled out a second sword and would duel wield two identical kitanas. She grinned and held her sword with expertise. "You are a good fighter, for a man. Who sent you CIA? FBI? KGB? Local Police? Secret Service?" he grinned and "No." "Then who sent you?" "They"sent me. I am number Six, and it is time to die." she grinned as well before pulling out a .45 caliber pistol and shot him several time in the stomach.
Pain shot through his body as he fell before the two dead women, he was bleeding profusely, with a grin he would speak "That was big mistake." he pulled the corpses close to him and began to eat the person, the wounds began to close. Her confidence began to drain as her smug smile disappeared and was replaced with horror. "You are a monster. WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU?" He grinned and stepped forward, she stood her ground and thrusted the sword forward, his blades disappeared and the armor would cover his body. The sword would break on the armor, he grabbed onto her hand and pulled her close to him. Her disgusting breath was the last thing he wanted to smell.
She grinned and would grip onto him, her hand was burning, it was burning, he dropped her and looked at the place where she had grabbed. It was sizzling, he looked at her and discovered that she was not a normal body guard, it was a facade. She cracked her knuckles and spoke "Now we get the real fun going on." she placed her hands on the bed and the entire thing began to smoke before bursting into flames. He backed up a bit to give distance but she trusted her hand forward, he dodged and gripped onto it, touching her made him hot. Prolonged physical contact was impossible, he dropped the armor and returned with the sword, this fight was beginning to tire him out so he had to fight very aggressively.
He pulled out a larger sword and swung she placed her arm up and it was cut off. Physical contact with the sword made it possible to cut her, but to his surprise orange glowing liquid sprang out, a new hand formed she picked it up and placed it on and it reconnected, she cracked her knuckles and began the onslaught of thrusts. He dodged it for a bit before dodging became hard, he thrusted his sword forward and impaled her, but the blade began to melt, he cause it to grow short, away from her body and quickly kicked her away. The hole in her body was sealed and her eyes began to glow, orange liquid was seeping from her mouth, she was a Freak. She clutched her stomach, and began to wince.
"You fucking cunt, I'll slaughter you for that." she began to fight faster, harder, and he had to fight with more brutality. She thrusted forward and her hand was caught by the wall, it melted around her hand, he caused two more arms to come from his body, he sliced off her hand and the two swords sliced off her legs. A sudden gasp escaped her mouth as she collapsed on the ground. he would place the blade on her throat and slit it, blood orange liquid spilled out, her gasping filled the corridor as the last words she would hear from him "You have been killed, your death will go unnoticed, all you love and all care about will die and suffer. You wont be there to protect them."
He punched through her stomach and pulled it out, the warm organ was filled with acid he threw it away and tore out her tongue before ripping her head off. "You were protecting the wrong woman." he placed the head down and tore her picture in half, placing an Xcution card down he continued on his mission. A metal door was open, where it was before there was just a wall. He picked up the head and continued through the door. There was thick, steel door where he was. He heard a woman screaming and shouting. "I WANT WHOEVER THIS FUCKER KILLED NOW!" he cracked his knuckles and punched the door open, he had his armor on. The sound of whats left f the door clattered onto the ground as the loading of assault rifles broke the silence.
Soon the sound of gunfire would scream through out the area, the bullets would collide against the armor, barely making a scratch. He walked through the gunfire, the smell of gunpowder filling the air. "Your bullets are as effective as paper." he gripped onto one of the guards and ripped him in half. With a faster pace he would destroy the security. She stood there, calm faced as her guards were slaughtered like lambs. She was smug, she was arrogant, she called out to her body guard but he showed something that broke her. "She is already dead." she would find her had on his hand inside of the socket and used her head as a hand puppet.
"Is something wrong? Do you need my service? You call my name but you do not speak. AHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed in horror and despair as she began to sling insults at him "I'LL HAVE YOU TAKEN IN AS A SLAVE. I KNOW POWERFUL MEN WHO WILL DESTROY YOU! YOU SEE! YOU WILL SEE!!" he broke her arms and knocked her out, taping her mouth shut he would pick her up. He had a specific way of handling her. He walked up, the sounds downstairs seemed to have not broken through the surface. The women and men continued their orgy. he walked up towards management, he showed the guards his I.D he had placed a paper bag over her head and taped her mouth shut. Entering the room, he would find it extremely furnished. Perfectly designed for business.
Sitting on an office chair was his final target, "So... our esteemed business man had found his way here. I hope our service was just as expected." she turned around and observed him holding onto the woman. "I see that you have brought yourself a guest too. Are you leaving us so soon?" "I am." she smiled and nodded "But I am not leaving here without my farewell gift." she suddenly looked up, the change in accent, pitch, it was a new different person. Before the woman shouted he lifted his hand, sharp claws, he fired a single one and it impaled her throat with such speed that it snapped her neck. He fired two more and it impaled her eyes, it was silent, it was efficient, it was deadly.
He walked outside, slowly closing the door behind him. Walking back towards the exit he was let out and guided back, outside he shoved the woman inside the car and drove it to the docks. With a simple flip he removed his phone and called "I need a single way ship going to North Korea. The cargo will be a female. Prisoner sent there to "Think about what she has done." The crew is allowed to do whatever they want with her once she is on their boat but she has to make to North Korea alive." he hung up and knelt before her, removing the bag and ripping off the tape she screamed more insults. Pavel placed his finger on her lip and shushed her. "You will suffer an ironic death. People taking advantage of you, beating you, stepping on you, maybe even killing you. Does that ring any bells for you? you are going to be sent to North Korea. You mean nothing to them, you're nothing but a slave. Just like the people you traffik."
She shook her head and began to go into denial "People will know who I am. I am a fucking star. You are nothing, you will be hunted down and killed." he grinned and stood up, after a few hours a small boat came by, he retaped the woman's mouth shut and placed her on the boat, it sped towards a larger one and its voyage to North Korea began. It would be months till it reached land, and the crew on that ship were particularly brutal. He did not kill her like the other two, no. She deserved to suffer an ironic death. Killed by the thing she made a living off of. Her name disappeared, she was forgotten. He flipped the phone open and called "The Contract has been finished. Targets eliminated." he hung up and used his hidden phone number. "Hello?" "I will be coming home tomorrow." "You better." he hung up and walked back to his car. Mission Accomplished.
[end Job]
