Once upon a time there where 3 men who worked as hired assassins. Their names we-
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The Marxmen. Hired assassins. The best of the best. John, Max and Carter. This story begins in the unpredictable city of Detroit.
The men reviewed their plans once more. One mistake could cost them the contract.
"Alright boys, here's the deal-io. We need to eliminate these guys so we can get our do-re-mi, if you catch my drift."Their leader Max said in a rather dodgy southern accent.
"How should we go in?" CarterinjectedAhem,interjected.
"I'm ready when you guys are", John glumly exfoliated, "Let's take these guys out."
They prepared their weapons and silently approached the back door of the factory, carefully analyzing their surroundings.
Max carefully led the team inside, John covered the rear, and Carter? Well, let's just say he shouldn't have switched to decaf. Carefully sweeping the corners and silently taking out anyone who posed a potential threat to their mission was just routine, so they just went through the motions as usual.
Creativity was key in these "assignments". Killing silently was good, making it seem like an accident was better. Out of the three, Carter was the most creative, a sign that he obviously had too much time on his hands and should really get a hobby. Swiftly snapping necks and hitting pressure points was not to put too fine a point on it, rather old-fashioned, I don't seem to think so, but it's not my opinion. Their idea of creativity was rigging electricity to water and steel doors, dropping heavy objects upon people and of course, poisoning some poor soul's coffee.
Finally reaching the their target's office, The Marxmen burst through the door in a fiery rain of bullets, massacring all those who were present and finally leaving the target defenseless against the three harbingers of death. John and Carter stood guard outside the door, leaving Max alone with the target.
Max slowly approached the target, pulling out his high caliber pistol and putting in a fresh magazine.
"Great, another middle-aged business man gone crooked, third one this week", Max said under his breath, "Hopefully this one's not a squealer."
"Please, don't shoot me. I'll do anything you want just please don't kill me!" The target uttered anxiously, his lower lip quivering in fear.
Max slid the barrel into the man's mouth, playfully half-tugging on the trigger. The man's heavy breathing; the symphony of the room. His muffled cries for mercy, drowned out by the bad-mannered Max's verbal mockery of the man's present circumstances. Max gave one final jeer and pulled the trigger, the man's brains splattering all over his recently renovated trophy wall, staining his most cherished memories into unification with his treasured family portrait collection.
Hearing the shot John shouted out, "I guess that means you're done. Now let's get the hell out of here!"
Max unbolted the door, and with hasty precision, took one final glance at his work.
"Well boys, looks like another job well done!" Max pronounced proudly.
The trio strutted towards the exit with a spring in their step, when to their surprise, they were actually missing John. "Nature must have left a message" Max joking exclaimed.
John, fastening his pants after taking a relieving piss, walked in the general direction to the exit, when something caught his eye. An unusual, metallic device. Certainly out of place in this type of factory. Teeming with curiosity, he proceeded to press, out of all the colourful grey buttons, the only red one. A screen with the number 30 lit up as well with a strange droning noise. The droning noise assaulted his ears until one booming resonance, accompanied by a bright flash, colours in a tunnel shape, a vortex exploded before his eyes.
John was instantly transported to an alternate dimension, into a damp, dimly-lit cave. John glanced at his newfound surroundings, his eyes unwillingly taking in all the information. John saw a small light, perhaps it was the exit. John approached the light, unknowingly pressing some buttons on the strange device. He saw the silhouette of what appeared to be a young man and a strange creature standing beside him. The strange creature turned its head at John and made an inaudible remark to the man beside him. As he continued to approach cautiously, a bright flash, colours in a tunnel shape, a vortex exploded before his eyes once more. He was back in the factory, and the strange device? Gone. He shrugged off the experience as nothing more than a hallucination or a vision. John reunited with his comrades-in-arms and they strolled out of the factory, without a second glance. Their backdrop; a fiery eruption of twisted steel and bricks, lighting the night sky with an explosion second-to-none.