Sex is the sweetest balance of human actions.Animal like...civil bed partners....it can be either a bed of revelation or a bed of hooded lies.The fierceness of the act itself shows the rawness of human emotion. The tenderness leads to the building of emotion. The climax is the overflow of need and the filling of joy. Need is need. Desire is desire. Lust is lust. But Love is all and one. Love is everything. Love is need in the most unselfish form, Love is desire's perverse innocence, and Love is lust in it's purity.
Love is all.
Love conquers all.
Love can be corrupted though by an angry priestess waving a gun at your crotch.
"YOU DID WHAT TO MY WHAT?"
Shots rang out as Heinkel ran after Pip's bedsheeted form, her legs bowlegged and only a sloppy halter top made from a bandanna around her chest. The little bastard was fast...she had to admit that. Fast with slipping a dick and tongue and fast on his feet. But still..Heinkel took no penis between her legs, especially with a fuck of a hangover. She aimed for his half erect dingdong flapping against his leg as he burrowed into a corner, squealing in fear. The priestess growled softly, and marched over to grab him by his long, unbraided hair. Bolden strands were yanked as she dragged him away from his crappy hiding place, and she threw him to the floor. Still holding the gun, she kneeled and straddled his body to ensure of his entrapment.
"Now...." Heinkel whispeed through gritted teeth "All I know is that I'm naked, my crotch hurts like hell and I can't keep my legs together. What...the....fuck?" She pressed the gun against his quivering throat, pulling back the trigger.
Pip swallowed deeply, and scowled up at her. "Jesus Christ, ya don't have to be such a fucking cunt, Heinkel! Ya enjoyed every second of it ya fucking hypocrite! Who was sucking me off and moaning and groaning, Santa Claus? No! It was you, you fucking Catholic cunt! Now here ya are putting a fucking gun to MY fucking throat like you don't give a shit about what I think or what I feel about you!"
"I sucked you off?!" She spat a hock of saliva onto the floor. "Disgusting. Totally...truly...disgusting."
"Don't knock it baby. Ah returned the favor when ya were done."
Heinkel leapt off the young man quickly, and stumbled over to her scattered, floor ridden clothes. Shaking, she pulled on her trenchcoat,staring gravely at her ripped chengosam. With a jerk of her arm, she threw it onto Pip.
"I expect you to fix this."
Pip sat up, examining the rips with intense persual. Standing up, he weaved his way to Heinkel's side.
"Why don't you like me, Heiny?"
"What reason IS there for me to like you? You shot my injured foot, got me beaten up by the resident blood sucker and now this. If anything..." se snatched up her wallet, making sure the contents were still intact. "I would have shot you by now."
Pip smirked, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "And why didn't you?"
"Because, that would lead to your employer feeding both me and my comrades to before-said numero uno resident bloodsucker. Now take it off or I'll punch you in the crotch."
Quickly removing his arm, he grabbed up his army drab pants and bomber's jacket. SUddenly, he froze and reached up for his eyepatch.
"What the hell....?"
"Oh. That thing. I took it off because it freaked me out. Sorry abot your eye....really, it didn't bother me. I've seen enough blown out eyesockets in my lifetime for the effect to wear off."
Pip winced. So she knew. Well....good for her. At least somebody at last,outside his circle of men, knew his dark secret.
"Really."
"Really. We all have our secrets....including myself. This just adds to it."
Pip turned around as he zipped up the front of his jacket. "So ah guess we keep this a secret then,huh?"
"Afraid so. Pip..?"
"Yea?" He smirked at how she hesitantly used his name.
"The next time you want to fuck me, just ask and don't get me boozed up...the headache isn't really worth it."
"Gotcha, Heiny"
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"Sleeping...Beast?"
Anderson cracked open a weary eyelid to confront her scrunched up, annoyed face. He smiled slightly, the gummy taste in his mouth making him want to gag.The pungent smell floating around him wasn't too helpful either. But, as always, she was oblivious to his antics and focused only on the after of his actions.
"No..." she mumbled "More like hungover, unshaven, smelly Beast." She gave him a slight shove with the heel of her palm. "Get up."
"Seras..love....please do leave me alone for another hour."
She sighed, and sat down beside him. She ruffled his hair unconciously. Normally, if it had been any other situation, she would have been too afraid to even touch him. But in this current state of mind and body, she could have performed a riverdance on his head and gotten more response from a broom.
"You know we're going to war tonight...don't you."
Nodding slowly to ease the stiffness of his joints, he gently pushed her away from the bed and swung his legs across. He let out a lion worthy yawn, and got onto his feet. He stared blankly down at his bare chest, and gazed up at her questioningly.
"Oh! I took off your shirt before you stole my bed. I'm afraid I tore it a bit....." She smiled sweetly as she held up the tattered priest's top and collar. "So you'll have to wear something else."
"There's something else?" He muttered as he scratched his chest. "I'm not too eager to wear a hot pink zip up, Miss Victoria..."
"No no no....for one, I would never let you wear my shirts. You'd rip the things right open. No...you see, you're slightly but not much bigger than Alucard-"
"I'm not wearing a monster's shirt. I wasn't even aware his had clothes besides that Rocky Horror getup he wears."
She frowned at that, but kept her tone light. "Well, would you prefer a suit of Sir Integra's-"
"Don't get me started." he snapped.
"Well! You can just go wandering around half naked and without a shower then! Get out, for I'm growing tired of seeing your huge bulk of......huge!!" She whirled around, and threw open her closet. "Now if you dont mind, I'm going to put on my shoes and take a little dawn walk."
"Oh no you don't. You have to stay with me and train for tonight, child."
"Back to child now, are we? It's funny because you were just adressing me by my first name for once. And have I not already told you to get off the bed?!"
He stood up, and glared down at her.
"If you want to take a walk, fine. But I have to go with you."
"Well...you're not going out like that.The last thing I need is a smelly drunkard with no shirt screaming about heretics behind me. The dogwalkers will have a fit, and the bobbies will promptly smack you good and hard with their sticks."
He threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine! If it means so much to you, I'll wear the God forsaken suit!"
Seras giggled, and clopped out in her boots and up the stairs.
"Knew he'd puss out sooner or later."
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"....This is so demeaning."
"Quit squirming, it looks nice on you."
"I, Alexander Anderson, wearing the enemy's suit....remarkable."
"It goes well with your eyes, and it IS a man's suit.No one will notice...except for Sir Integra."
Anderson growled deeply in his throat as invisible hands in the mirror fiddled and adjusted the aspects of the suit.iss Victoria had been lucky enough to get one while Sir Integra was down in the Hellsing dining room, enjoying an early morning tea session with the butler. Lucky for him, the Hellsing leader was tall for a woman and the shoulder pads were removable.Seras had taken enough time to unstitch the cuffs of the jacket to make the arms longer, and since the front couldn't close, she provided a simple white button up shirt. Luckily, his pants were clean and in good condition, so there was no need to adjust the crotch of the suit's slacks.
"There. You look decent." She stepped away, and looked over her handiwork.
He held out his arms at his sides, and turned slowly around. "Heh.... not too bad considering the hangover?"
Seras rolled her eyes, and made for the door.
"Coming?"
"Of course."
"Promise not to kill anyone?"
"Scout's honor."
"Even the Kahil Krisnas?"
"Those little bastards sure can dance....they'll be spared for now."
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The mist was light on the ground, and parted easily into wisps of bloom as they walked. Silently maing their way across the park's darkened light area, they only stopped to observe the little unique distractions that kept them rom observing each other. Seras dove deeper into the collar of her zip up, but perked up cheerily at a small group of elderly women. The group smiled at the supposedly young couple, whispering to each other with raised, knowing eyebrows that knew the signs of young love.
"I don't like how they stare at us." Anderson whispered to her harshly. "It makes me feel like a side of meat."
The girl groaned, and shook her head. "Everything the normal people do makes you nervous."
"I am not unnerved by my foster daughters, now am I?"
"If you're talking about Miss Heinkel and Yumiko, they're so not normal it makes me laugh."
Seras ignored his five letter remark and let out a squeal. The priest instantly flicked out an sword, leaving the old ladies gaping in mixed horror and surprise. The sword seemingly flew back into it's owner's coat when Anderson saw the dog. White with black splotches, it's red tongue lapped Sera's cheek joyfully as it's paws rested neatly on her knees. Seras giggled, and stroked the long dark muzzle gently with unrestrained joy.
"I remember my dog. He was black and tan and smaller, but same breed as this one."
"It's a what's it?"
"A cocker spaniel. They're such sweet little dogs...simply love them to death. Don't they just have the most sad eyes?"
"All I see right now are your panties." He growled as he yanked her up to her feet. "How dare you do this in oublic?"
She blinked once, and squinted. "Doing what?"
"THIS!" He reached out a hand and yanked down her short yellow skirt roughly. "I knew you were trying to make yourself a whoreish spectacle and THIS just proves it!"
"Oh for God's sake, Alexander!"
The old women gasped, and raised their canes menacingly toward the disgruntled priest. The dog, now confused by all the uproar, let out a yap of confusion before Anderson shooed it away with his boot.
"Ey you bugga, what're you doin' to dat poor girl?!" a bluehaired crone rasped.
"Nothing of your buiness, you old shell!" Anderson shouted back. He pointed accusingly at Seras. "See what you've gotten us into?"
"Alex-"
"None of your rot! I expected better out of you, child! Now this just proves to me that you're nothing but a slut of Babylon!"
"It was an accident!"
"No excuses!"
"ALEXANDER ANDERSON!"
He glared at her, and pointed to her skirt.
"Only whores wear frilly panties....Devil spawn."
The vampiress let out a screech of anger, and ripped open the front of her zipup. "OKAY! I'm a whore! Happy?! I wanna rape a cactus!! I'm one huge bloody slut, I can tell you that!" She stood proudly into front of the gaping priest, her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.
"Close it....please."
"Alexander...it's jammed."
The priest shuddered, and rubbed a hand across his forehead. He turned to the now silent group, and waved them over.
"Tell me...do any of you have a spare key?"
Seras looked up quickly, and shook her head.
"Nuh uh...now chance of getting one of those near these babies."
"Well,I'll just have to spit on it then." He grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her close. She watched in disgust as he began to hock up saliva.
".....Get that key and get to work."
He swallowed, and let her go.
"As you wish."
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5:00 p.m
Heinkel grinned softly as she held up a day's work. She had figured the chengosam would never be fully repaired. She had taken the chance to create porbably one of her best works of art. With Yumiko's patient sewing lessons and stolen knitting tools, she had ripped the chengosam clean in the middle. She had used the cotton bedsheets to make the other half. She sewed them into leggings, and snipped off the showing strands of thread. She then used another layer of felt on the inside collar of her priest's collar, making it thicker. Wasn't necessary,it just gave her a feeling of.....security.
"Rampant sexuality they say...."
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6:00 p.m.
"Is it possible to create a whip-like katana?"
Walter furrowed his brow as he examined the finely crafted sword before him. He took off his momcle and handed it to Yumiko, who whipped out a napkin to polish it.
"It could...hollow pieces of metal with piano wire strung through them...if moved fast enough, could possibly become almost solid in shape yet fluid in motion. Slowly, it can strangle the victim and jerked especially hard, decapitate them. Why do you ask?"
"Just an idea. It could come in handy. Strangulation seems to be one of YUMIKO's favorite death methods besides decapitation."
"I see." He took his monocle from her hand, and placed it back on. "Tell me, Miss Takagi, HOW does YUMIKO come out?"
She smiled shyly, and pressed a finger to her lips.
"You'll see."
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7:00 p.m.
"Our Father, Who art in heaven,hallowed by Thy name: Thy kingdom come: Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread;and forgive us our trespasses, as we frogive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation: but deliver us from evil."
"Amen."
"Thank you, Miss Victoria.God bless you."
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8:00 p.m.
"WHAT DO WE WANT?"
"TO DESTROY THE ENEMY AND STEAL STUFF!"
"WHEN DO WE WANT IT?"
"NOW!"
"WHERE'S OUR BURRITOS?"
"IN THE ENEMY'S STOMACHS!"
"HOW DO WE GET THEM OUT?"
"RIP THEIR BLOODY BELLIES OPEN!"
"HELL YEA!"
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9:00 p.m.
She puffed long on her cigar, as she stared out her office's windows. His presence was there.....choking her.
"Are they ready?"
"Define 'ready'."
"Are they ready to storm into an top secret organization supported by an entire religon and by the blessed ultimate Man od God himself, with three blessed divine instruments of God as the leaders? Are they ready to kill? Does Are's horn sound and does my thousand eyes burn?"
"If you want the truth...yes."
She smiled.
"Take no prisoners. Take all they need. Destroy what they can find."
A cold chuckle.
"To put it shortly...?"
"Search and Destroy."
Love is all.
Love conquers all.
Love can be corrupted though by an angry priestess waving a gun at your crotch.
"YOU DID WHAT TO MY WHAT?"
Shots rang out as Heinkel ran after Pip's bedsheeted form, her legs bowlegged and only a sloppy halter top made from a bandanna around her chest. The little bastard was fast...she had to admit that. Fast with slipping a dick and tongue and fast on his feet. But still..Heinkel took no penis between her legs, especially with a fuck of a hangover. She aimed for his half erect dingdong flapping against his leg as he burrowed into a corner, squealing in fear. The priestess growled softly, and marched over to grab him by his long, unbraided hair. Bolden strands were yanked as she dragged him away from his crappy hiding place, and she threw him to the floor. Still holding the gun, she kneeled and straddled his body to ensure of his entrapment.
"Now...." Heinkel whispeed through gritted teeth "All I know is that I'm naked, my crotch hurts like hell and I can't keep my legs together. What...the....fuck?" She pressed the gun against his quivering throat, pulling back the trigger.
Pip swallowed deeply, and scowled up at her. "Jesus Christ, ya don't have to be such a fucking cunt, Heinkel! Ya enjoyed every second of it ya fucking hypocrite! Who was sucking me off and moaning and groaning, Santa Claus? No! It was you, you fucking Catholic cunt! Now here ya are putting a fucking gun to MY fucking throat like you don't give a shit about what I think or what I feel about you!"
"I sucked you off?!" She spat a hock of saliva onto the floor. "Disgusting. Totally...truly...disgusting."
"Don't knock it baby. Ah returned the favor when ya were done."
Heinkel leapt off the young man quickly, and stumbled over to her scattered, floor ridden clothes. Shaking, she pulled on her trenchcoat,staring gravely at her ripped chengosam. With a jerk of her arm, she threw it onto Pip.
"I expect you to fix this."
Pip sat up, examining the rips with intense persual. Standing up, he weaved his way to Heinkel's side.
"Why don't you like me, Heiny?"
"What reason IS there for me to like you? You shot my injured foot, got me beaten up by the resident blood sucker and now this. If anything..." se snatched up her wallet, making sure the contents were still intact. "I would have shot you by now."
Pip smirked, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "And why didn't you?"
"Because, that would lead to your employer feeding both me and my comrades to before-said numero uno resident bloodsucker. Now take it off or I'll punch you in the crotch."
Quickly removing his arm, he grabbed up his army drab pants and bomber's jacket. SUddenly, he froze and reached up for his eyepatch.
"What the hell....?"
"Oh. That thing. I took it off because it freaked me out. Sorry abot your eye....really, it didn't bother me. I've seen enough blown out eyesockets in my lifetime for the effect to wear off."
Pip winced. So she knew. Well....good for her. At least somebody at last,outside his circle of men, knew his dark secret.
"Really."
"Really. We all have our secrets....including myself. This just adds to it."
Pip turned around as he zipped up the front of his jacket. "So ah guess we keep this a secret then,huh?"
"Afraid so. Pip..?"
"Yea?" He smirked at how she hesitantly used his name.
"The next time you want to fuck me, just ask and don't get me boozed up...the headache isn't really worth it."
"Gotcha, Heiny"
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"Sleeping...Beast?"
Anderson cracked open a weary eyelid to confront her scrunched up, annoyed face. He smiled slightly, the gummy taste in his mouth making him want to gag.The pungent smell floating around him wasn't too helpful either. But, as always, she was oblivious to his antics and focused only on the after of his actions.
"No..." she mumbled "More like hungover, unshaven, smelly Beast." She gave him a slight shove with the heel of her palm. "Get up."
"Seras..love....please do leave me alone for another hour."
She sighed, and sat down beside him. She ruffled his hair unconciously. Normally, if it had been any other situation, she would have been too afraid to even touch him. But in this current state of mind and body, she could have performed a riverdance on his head and gotten more response from a broom.
"You know we're going to war tonight...don't you."
Nodding slowly to ease the stiffness of his joints, he gently pushed her away from the bed and swung his legs across. He let out a lion worthy yawn, and got onto his feet. He stared blankly down at his bare chest, and gazed up at her questioningly.
"Oh! I took off your shirt before you stole my bed. I'm afraid I tore it a bit....." She smiled sweetly as she held up the tattered priest's top and collar. "So you'll have to wear something else."
"There's something else?" He muttered as he scratched his chest. "I'm not too eager to wear a hot pink zip up, Miss Victoria..."
"No no no....for one, I would never let you wear my shirts. You'd rip the things right open. No...you see, you're slightly but not much bigger than Alucard-"
"I'm not wearing a monster's shirt. I wasn't even aware his had clothes besides that Rocky Horror getup he wears."
She frowned at that, but kept her tone light. "Well, would you prefer a suit of Sir Integra's-"
"Don't get me started." he snapped.
"Well! You can just go wandering around half naked and without a shower then! Get out, for I'm growing tired of seeing your huge bulk of......huge!!" She whirled around, and threw open her closet. "Now if you dont mind, I'm going to put on my shoes and take a little dawn walk."
"Oh no you don't. You have to stay with me and train for tonight, child."
"Back to child now, are we? It's funny because you were just adressing me by my first name for once. And have I not already told you to get off the bed?!"
He stood up, and glared down at her.
"If you want to take a walk, fine. But I have to go with you."
"Well...you're not going out like that.The last thing I need is a smelly drunkard with no shirt screaming about heretics behind me. The dogwalkers will have a fit, and the bobbies will promptly smack you good and hard with their sticks."
He threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine! If it means so much to you, I'll wear the God forsaken suit!"
Seras giggled, and clopped out in her boots and up the stairs.
"Knew he'd puss out sooner or later."
--------------
"....This is so demeaning."
"Quit squirming, it looks nice on you."
"I, Alexander Anderson, wearing the enemy's suit....remarkable."
"It goes well with your eyes, and it IS a man's suit.No one will notice...except for Sir Integra."
Anderson growled deeply in his throat as invisible hands in the mirror fiddled and adjusted the aspects of the suit.iss Victoria had been lucky enough to get one while Sir Integra was down in the Hellsing dining room, enjoying an early morning tea session with the butler. Lucky for him, the Hellsing leader was tall for a woman and the shoulder pads were removable.Seras had taken enough time to unstitch the cuffs of the jacket to make the arms longer, and since the front couldn't close, she provided a simple white button up shirt. Luckily, his pants were clean and in good condition, so there was no need to adjust the crotch of the suit's slacks.
"There. You look decent." She stepped away, and looked over her handiwork.
He held out his arms at his sides, and turned slowly around. "Heh.... not too bad considering the hangover?"
Seras rolled her eyes, and made for the door.
"Coming?"
"Of course."
"Promise not to kill anyone?"
"Scout's honor."
"Even the Kahil Krisnas?"
"Those little bastards sure can dance....they'll be spared for now."
----------------
The mist was light on the ground, and parted easily into wisps of bloom as they walked. Silently maing their way across the park's darkened light area, they only stopped to observe the little unique distractions that kept them rom observing each other. Seras dove deeper into the collar of her zip up, but perked up cheerily at a small group of elderly women. The group smiled at the supposedly young couple, whispering to each other with raised, knowing eyebrows that knew the signs of young love.
"I don't like how they stare at us." Anderson whispered to her harshly. "It makes me feel like a side of meat."
The girl groaned, and shook her head. "Everything the normal people do makes you nervous."
"I am not unnerved by my foster daughters, now am I?"
"If you're talking about Miss Heinkel and Yumiko, they're so not normal it makes me laugh."
Seras ignored his five letter remark and let out a squeal. The priest instantly flicked out an sword, leaving the old ladies gaping in mixed horror and surprise. The sword seemingly flew back into it's owner's coat when Anderson saw the dog. White with black splotches, it's red tongue lapped Sera's cheek joyfully as it's paws rested neatly on her knees. Seras giggled, and stroked the long dark muzzle gently with unrestrained joy.
"I remember my dog. He was black and tan and smaller, but same breed as this one."
"It's a what's it?"
"A cocker spaniel. They're such sweet little dogs...simply love them to death. Don't they just have the most sad eyes?"
"All I see right now are your panties." He growled as he yanked her up to her feet. "How dare you do this in oublic?"
She blinked once, and squinted. "Doing what?"
"THIS!" He reached out a hand and yanked down her short yellow skirt roughly. "I knew you were trying to make yourself a whoreish spectacle and THIS just proves it!"
"Oh for God's sake, Alexander!"
The old women gasped, and raised their canes menacingly toward the disgruntled priest. The dog, now confused by all the uproar, let out a yap of confusion before Anderson shooed it away with his boot.
"Ey you bugga, what're you doin' to dat poor girl?!" a bluehaired crone rasped.
"Nothing of your buiness, you old shell!" Anderson shouted back. He pointed accusingly at Seras. "See what you've gotten us into?"
"Alex-"
"None of your rot! I expected better out of you, child! Now this just proves to me that you're nothing but a slut of Babylon!"
"It was an accident!"
"No excuses!"
"ALEXANDER ANDERSON!"
He glared at her, and pointed to her skirt.
"Only whores wear frilly panties....Devil spawn."
The vampiress let out a screech of anger, and ripped open the front of her zipup. "OKAY! I'm a whore! Happy?! I wanna rape a cactus!! I'm one huge bloody slut, I can tell you that!" She stood proudly into front of the gaping priest, her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.
"Close it....please."
"Alexander...it's jammed."
The priest shuddered, and rubbed a hand across his forehead. He turned to the now silent group, and waved them over.
"Tell me...do any of you have a spare key?"
Seras looked up quickly, and shook her head.
"Nuh uh...now chance of getting one of those near these babies."
"Well,I'll just have to spit on it then." He grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her close. She watched in disgust as he began to hock up saliva.
".....Get that key and get to work."
He swallowed, and let her go.
"As you wish."
-----------------
5:00 p.m
Heinkel grinned softly as she held up a day's work. She had figured the chengosam would never be fully repaired. She had taken the chance to create porbably one of her best works of art. With Yumiko's patient sewing lessons and stolen knitting tools, she had ripped the chengosam clean in the middle. She had used the cotton bedsheets to make the other half. She sewed them into leggings, and snipped off the showing strands of thread. She then used another layer of felt on the inside collar of her priest's collar, making it thicker. Wasn't necessary,it just gave her a feeling of.....security.
"Rampant sexuality they say...."
-----------------------
6:00 p.m.
"Is it possible to create a whip-like katana?"
Walter furrowed his brow as he examined the finely crafted sword before him. He took off his momcle and handed it to Yumiko, who whipped out a napkin to polish it.
"It could...hollow pieces of metal with piano wire strung through them...if moved fast enough, could possibly become almost solid in shape yet fluid in motion. Slowly, it can strangle the victim and jerked especially hard, decapitate them. Why do you ask?"
"Just an idea. It could come in handy. Strangulation seems to be one of YUMIKO's favorite death methods besides decapitation."
"I see." He took his monocle from her hand, and placed it back on. "Tell me, Miss Takagi, HOW does YUMIKO come out?"
She smiled shyly, and pressed a finger to her lips.
"You'll see."
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7:00 p.m.
"Our Father, Who art in heaven,hallowed by Thy name: Thy kingdom come: Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread;and forgive us our trespasses, as we frogive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation: but deliver us from evil."
"Amen."
"Thank you, Miss Victoria.God bless you."
--------------------
8:00 p.m.
"WHAT DO WE WANT?"
"TO DESTROY THE ENEMY AND STEAL STUFF!"
"WHEN DO WE WANT IT?"
"NOW!"
"WHERE'S OUR BURRITOS?"
"IN THE ENEMY'S STOMACHS!"
"HOW DO WE GET THEM OUT?"
"RIP THEIR BLOODY BELLIES OPEN!"
"HELL YEA!"
----------------
9:00 p.m.
She puffed long on her cigar, as she stared out her office's windows. His presence was there.....choking her.
"Are they ready?"
"Define 'ready'."
"Are they ready to storm into an top secret organization supported by an entire religon and by the blessed ultimate Man od God himself, with three blessed divine instruments of God as the leaders? Are they ready to kill? Does Are's horn sound and does my thousand eyes burn?"
"If you want the truth...yes."
She smiled.
"Take no prisoners. Take all they need. Destroy what they can find."
A cold chuckle.
"To put it shortly...?"
"Search and Destroy."
