Sorry for another wait guys. But on the bright side, daily operations at work should be ending soon. So I should be able to update faster soon.
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(Somewhere in the city)
Jack watched as the body hit the ground with the gaping in the mans neck still pouring fresh blood. The poor soul had been wearing a business suit and had tried to pay Jack to spare him. Instead Jack just ended his life. Jack took a look around the shop he was in and looked at all of the bodies that were in there. It must have been one of those Ritzy places that the rich enjoyed, seeing as everyone who had been in there before his arrival had various expensive items on them. Be it jewelry, expensive clothing, or a few other odds and ends.
Jack bent down and reached into a pocket in the mans coat and pulled out a small metal case. He opened it up and saw what he expected. Cigars, several of them and they were Cuban too. Extremely hard to get in the US.
Jack placed one in his mouth, lit it and said to the dead man on the ground, "Hey buddy. Don't you know these things are banned in this country? You could into a lot of trouble for even owning them."
He took a deep drag on the cigar and walked to the center of the room where an armchair sat. He sat down and continued puffing on the cigar. That's when his cell phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID and let out a chuckle.
"So how's my man doing today?" Jack said as he answered.
The voice of the man who had scolded him just before his jump into the city laughed and said, "Oh you know. Just burned a group of people with my flamethrower."
"Shit man you too? Hey what's your kill count at? Hey wait don't tell me," Jack said and looked around.
There were at least a dozen bodies scattered around the shop, plus a few wannabe heros who tried to stop him, only to meet his knife in their own bodies.
Jack smiled wickedly and said, "I bet I'm winning."
The other man laughed and said, "I'm gonna head to the more upscale sections of the city and give them a good burning. The working class works hard for their money. These people do nothing to contribute and they get fat paychecks for nothing. I plan on giving them what they have coming."
Jack laughed along with him and said, "Sounds good."
A scraping sound came from behind Jack and he looked up.
"Hey man I'm gonna have to let you go. I think there's another wannabe hero sneaking up behind me. Sounds like he has a piece. Probably a .357 and intending to blow my head off," Jack said to his friend.
The other man laughed once again and said, "Poor fool. Well give him a good thrashing for me and I'll catch you later."
Jack nodded and said, "Yeah. See ya."
Jack hung up the phone and only a second later, heard the sound of someone pulling back the hammer of a handgun.
"Well that's not fair at all," said Jack.
The man behind him didn't answer as he pulled the trigger and Jack's head went scanner, sending pieces of his head everywhere. The man, a middle aged balding man with glasses in a business suit, nodded his head in approval and turned to walk out. He didn't get far, as the next moment he felt a hand grabbing his shoulder. He spun around was met by Jack's headless body standing there.
"No. No that's impossible," the man said fearfully.
After a few more seconds, the remains of Jacks head that was splattered all over the wall began slithering off and onto the floor. The pieces of his head began sliding across the floor towards his headless yet animate body and began climbing up. The man could only watch in horror as all the pieces came together where Jack's head had once been and saw that his head was reforming and after another moment, his head was fully replenished.
Jack took a breath and said, "Do you have any idea just how much that stings?"
The man backed away and fired his remaining rounds into Jack's body. Two rounds went into Jack's chest, another round crippled a leg, and two more made his arm dangle by a few sinews. But just like before, Jack's body repaired itself. The holes in his chest healed over and shit out the pieces of bullets, his leg snapped back into place, and the sinews in his arm reattached to each other and pulled it back into place.
The man dropped his gun, backed into a wall and asked, "What are you?"
Jack cornered him and said, "I'm only human."
Jack took his knife and sliced the man through his torso. A few seconds later the man was on the floor and gasping as the blood gurgled out of him.
"With a few animal traits. Like very advanced reptilian regeneration. If my head grows back, the rest of the body can as well," Jack said and went back to the armchair.
He picked up his cigar and took another drag.
"Damn these are some fine cigars," Jack said gleefully as he walked towards the exit of the shop.
(Elsewhere)
Portia licked her chops clean of the blood that dripped from her lips and looked down at her fresh kill. A young man was on the ground lying dead at her feet. Probably wasn't even old enough to purchase alcohol. Not that she cared, but it was just something to observe.
Nearby was the rest of her NEW pack. All feeding on their fresh kills as well. So far it had been a good night. She was only anticipating a couple of meals tonight. Instead what they had gotten was a feast. A whole city of meat to feed on. It was a wolf's dream come true especially for her. She gets a lot to eat along with taking her own twisted revenge.
She sniffed the air and could smell more nearby. Licking her lips, she ventured out to see if she could find it. Hoping that it was still alive. It tasted better when it was still alive.
(Zoo)
Rico was currently in the penguin armory taking all of his dynamite and twisting the fuses together. Kowalski had explained that he wasn't sure if the airships were full of helium or hydrogen, so they couldn't rely on just one stick to take down an entire airship. If they were filled with hydrogen then only one stick would be needed since hydrogen is very flammable. They needed all that they could get. Skipper came in to check on their progress and nodded in approval.
"This is going great Rico. We need as many bundles as you can muster. We have a lot more to do," Skipper said.
The door to the armory creaked again as Marlene stepped inside.
"Skipper? Are you sure that this is the best thing to do?" she asked.
Skipper looked at her and said, "I'm positive Marlene. We really have no choice. If we're going to stop Blowhole and his army once and for all, we have to do something. And the first step is to take down his airships. Then we can see what we can do about his men in the city below."
"But what about your guys safety? We don't want to lose you. Any of you," she said and then got closer to Skipper.
"I especially don't want to lose YOU," she whispered to him.
Skipper took a deep breath and said, "I realize that Marlene. But we are soldiers and we have a job to do. And should we fall in the line of duty, then so be it. It's just how life in the military is. Even if have a lot to lose ourselves."
Marlene sighed and shed a few silent tears.
"I understand," she said sadly.
Skipper pulled her closer and kissed her deep.
"But I will try to come back for you. I promise," he said.
Marlene nodded and the two held each other in a tight hug for a while.
Rico gagged and grunted, "Get a room you two."
Skipper released his grip on Marlene with a blush and Marlene just laughed.
"There's the Rico we know and love," Marlene said.
At this point the other two penguins waddled in and Skipper turned to them. Marlene gave Skipper a look of concern and he nodded to her.
"It's time Marlene," Skipper said.
Marlene nodded and walked out of the armory. Rico gathered all of the bombs and set them down in front of the group and joined the line with Kowalski and Private. Skipper waddled in front of the group and addressed them.
"Boys I'm not going to lie. I'm scared right now. Scared that we might fail. Scared that the city will completely die. Scared that Blowhole will win. What I'm mostly scared of though is all of us being lost tonight. I'm mostly scared of losing my brothers, you boys. But with that being said we have stuff to do. We have to save this city and those that are still alive within it. No matter what happens tonight, focus on the mission at hand. We have to end Blowhole's reign of terror here and tonight. If we die, we die with honor gentlemen. If we succeed, well that would be even better. But now we must do what needs to be done, no matter what the cost. Before we go out there, let me remind you. This is not a direct order, if any of you wish to back out now you can. So I ask you boys, do you wish to back out?" Skipper said to his men.
All of them remained silent.
"Kowalski any objections?" Skipper asked Kowalski.
Kowalski shook his head and said, "No Skipper. I want to end this once and for all as much as you do."
Skipper nodded and said, "Good man."
He walked to Rico and asked, "Rico what about you?"
"Nuh-uh," Rico said and pulled out a lit stick of dynamite.
"Ka-boom," he said excitedly.
Skipper shook his head and said, "Not yet Rico. Not until we're in the air."
Rico groaned and extinguished the stick of dynamite. Skipper waddled over to Private and was about to ask, but Private cut him off.
"No Skippa. Blowhole's destroyed so much and taken so much innocence tonight already. I wish to avenge them all. I couldn't live with the thought of not even trying," Private said.
Skipper smiled in approval and placed a flipper on Private's shoulder.
"That's a good soldier talking Private. Alright boys it's time to move out. We've got a job to do and it's time to do it. Let's go," Skipper said and led the boys out of the armory and towards the hangar.
They all chose a plane and loaded a few bombs onto each plane.
"Skippa, what if we don't have enough explosives?" asked Private.
"Then we'll figure something out Private. Don't worry about it, just take out what you can," Skipper said.
Private nodded and guys all started the engines of their little planes and as the door to their hanger opened, they each one by one took off out of the hangar and out into the air. As they flew over the city, they would see just how bad the devastation was. Buildings were burning and some had completely collapsed. They looked at the Empire State Building and could see the gaping hole in the middle of the building. The thing they noticed most though was the smell of smoke, burning flesh, and blood that was so potent they could smell it this high in the air.
"Skippa?" Private asked with a few tears in his eyes.
Skipper shed a silent tear himself and said, "I know Private, but remain focused. Don't get distracted."
Private nodded as he and the other penguins continued their flight through the sky and towards their targets. Blowhole's airships.
That'll do for this chapter. In the next chapter, the military will get involved and lets just see how well they stand up to Blowhole's might. Will they do well, or will they too fall.
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