The end of all law
4 shots fired another body falls
I execute the guilty violently
Undercover killing spree, no warning shot
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
I'll put a bullet between your fucking eyes
Pull the trigger, cock the hammer back
5th shot to the back of your neck
You're not a threat, you're a fucking disease
Eradicate the enemy
Dead body, another crime scene
Blood-stained pavement, chalk outline
Bullet holes you're dead and cold
The end of all law, no warning shot
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die, I put the gun to the side of your head
Squeezing the trigger
Powder burnt skin, breaking through cranial bone
Decayed brain tissue implodes
Just another life that you thought you could control
Just another pig, dead, with some extra holes
You better think again, before I kill again
You won't survive, when the bullets start to fly
Protect and serve yourself
Dug your own grave, now rot
In that hole decay
The murder will never stop, no warning shot
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
Die motherfucker, die, die
I'll put a bullet between your fucking eyes
Die
I was on a radio with Angelripper. "Remember when I told you guys to stay in Ireland? I want you guys here, now!" I knew it would take a while to get enough guys to steamroll the fucking place, but I can wait.
"Hey Jonathan, who was that?" I turned around, put on my glasses, and realized it was Sheele. "That tough son of a bitch is Angelripper. I never knew his real name, but he's a Sodom fan, so that's what I call him." When it comes down to names, hearing some of my guys call-signs can raise eyebrows and suicide rates. I told the cadre where I was going, and I headed off.
I found out where that the "Jaegers" where stationed, and I thoroughly reamed them. First thing that happened was I fired some mustard gas into the building. I saw a dude with a flamethrower run out, and he got riddled with a machine gun. I had some terminators run into the building, and I sat back with some vodka.
The building was clear, or there was a building, three katyusha rockets will fuck up a wooden fort. Those terminators came back to me, and got a sit rep.
"Sir, there wasn't anyone in there, except for that guy." Well, now I have to go bug hunting again. When the terminators had blown themselves up, I hitched a ride on a helicopter back.
Okay, the base isn't supposed to be on fire. "Land the chopper." I got off the thing, and went through the base with a heavy weapons team. For one, whoever attacked had lost a giant ass load of men, brought no guns, and killed two of the cadre. Mine was decapitated, and about 30 were blown apart in front of her, poor bastard. Sheele was, was… "FUCKING HELL!" I ran over to her, and she was breathing. "We need a medic!" She had a knife firmly planted in one of her tubes, how the hell did that happen?
I had a guy find out who had attacked, apparently, Stylish launched a second attack. I went to one of the Black Talon soldiers. "I want you to find this guy's family, I think I can get to him, if not, burn the whole fuckin' place." He disappeared after that. "Jonathan?" I turned around, and Lubbock was in my face. "Yeah?" a little bit of speed started to flood in. "What happened while you were gone?" I closed my eyes for a few seconds. "Well, I gassed one of the Jeagers, Mine's dead, and some sick bastard knifed Sheele." He grabbed my shoulders. "Who?" "Dude, I don't know, I pulled an Auschwitz, I didn't see the fight."
Well we have two new people, a girl named Chelsea, and this dude named Susanoo. At the moment I saw Chelsea, I had some sort of hallucination. She had been grabbed by the guy off of Psychosadistic Design, decapitated, her head was mounted on a pike, and a crowd started stoning it. "No, no, my god, why the… SHIT!" I slammed my head into either a wall or the ground, and I don't know if that was me or if I got ambushed.
"What's his problem?" I think that's Susanoo. "Here's the thing with Jonathan. This guy seems to have hallucinations for no reason. At this point I can't tell if they're premonitions or run-of-the-mill hallucinations." At that moment, I snapped out of it. "And I'm guessing that's Susanoo." "The one and only." After that, I found out what the hell a Teigu was. So now we have a living weapon, a lion girl, a reverse amputee, infinite wires dude, a walking tank, we might be able to keep the scissor girl (haha), a normal person, and the guy with firepower that overpowers any deity, God, Allah, everyone.
I made a bunker for the cadre, and made sure it was dug in. "This can take more punishment than anything the Empire can throw at this." One, it had some cameras that, when an enemy is spotted, starts calling down air strikes on the bastard. 2, it had thick enough armor that it could reasonably shake off an anti-matter annihilation. 3, you could legit live in it, without having to move outside, perfect for sieges.
I got a readout of every single nobleman opposed to "Honest", and I got sent after this guy named Chouri. Apparently, he was the former prime minister, and these guys called the Three Beasts were going to kill him. This is going to be the funniest clown car incident in the books.
It was me, Susanoo, Bulat, Najenda was on sniper duty, and we had this Ho Chi Minh looking motherfucker. "Okay, so you're Chouri?" "Yep." His daughter was a spearman, really good one at that, so I could probably join her up with Susanoo.
When we had made it to an overpass, we got attacked. Nah, I'm bullshitting you, what really happened was this. I saw the guys run down, so I shot the guy with the flute, and shoved it down his throat.
"So, I heard that you guys want a fight. Well, the Ho Chi Minh guy can't exactly give you one, and two guys ganging up on a woman is unfair. So how about this, you dudes come on to my vastly superior payroll, and you walk out of here in one piece." The tougher looking guy took it immediately, but the old dude didn't budge. "If it hadn't have been for Esdeath, I would be dead." "Yeah, and if you don't come over here, then you're dead in a worse way than what this shithole can do to you!" Bulat came out, not of the closet, but he did. "General Liver?" This Liver guy then looked to Bulat. "My God, you're alive!" The two ran to each other. I have no idea what the guys said, but Liver walked up to me. "After hearing about what happened between you and Esdeath, you have a deal!" "ALRIGHT!" I gave both of them 120,000 dollars right off the bat. Now for the flute guy, who's somehow alive.
"Any of you guys know what he does for a living?" The tough guy rats him out. "He skins peoples faces off." "NO, YOU DON-" Spear tore off his jaw with her spear, this'll be confusing. "Have fun."
"Susanoo, how do you like my mercs?" "Well, I'm not sure about Diadara, but I think Liver's good." I found out that Najenda got Pumpkin back, and Susanoo was her second Teigu, bloody hell. Anyways, my guy found Stylish's family, but he burned them alive, not my fucking orders. He came back. "Why?" "What do you mean why? You told me to burn them." I shot him in the face right then and there. "I don't tolerate unnecessary civilian casualties." I wanted to lure the doc out, not commit murder.
When I got back into the bunker, I had a meeting with Najenda. "Okay, one of my guys managed to find out when Honest is going to make a public appearance. He's going to be around the palace, I don't recommend you guys come because it's going to be a bloodbath." I went out to one of the couches, and Sheele wa- holy shit!
"Thanks for getting me out." I am fuckin' speechless. I ran out of the "magic alcohol" when I patched up Najenda, this is new. "Your medics seem to be absurdly effective." Okay, I don't think she talks like that, not that I remember. She kissed me on the forehead, then headed off to, I assume, Lubbock.
"Okay, which of you were healing Sheele?" I was looking at a medic team, and I was more grateful for them than I was when I got the Forger. "Sir, we all did." "Okay, you guys are getting a 3 million pound raise! You have no idea what you've done." I then ran to Lubbock, but he was already with Sheele. I gave him the thumbs up, and closed the door. The pain had returned right after that, and I fell down.
I had to get to bed, so I had a few autocannons watching the area outside the bunker. Leone had found a room with a stereo, then she throws me over her shoulder and puts me in the bed.
"Do your legs still hurt?" I was right next to her, and she had Exhumed Tormentors playing, a little bit too quietly. "They're burning." The morphine wasn't working for some reason. She managed to force my head to where I was staring up at her from between her breasts, now it's hard to breath. I have no idea why this worked, but the pain disappeared. I tried to pull my head out. "You're staying in here." She stripped me, but before she could really start up, I fell asleep.
I found out on Saturday that my cousin had committed suicide. Turns out, I can't attend the funeral, as you can imagine, hearing that pissed me off. I have to wait for a toxicology report, apparently, he overdosed. I now have to wait on this bullshit. So, I get to be home alone for a couple of days on the count that everyone else in the house is going to Albuquerque for the funeral, yay.