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Enjoy chapter 4…?
I am so sorry about the shortness and badness of the last one! I might redo it or keep it as is.
This chapter is dedicated to Cendrillo. Thankee for the request and reviews! And thanks to everyone else who has reviewed! It means bunches and bunches to me :hands out cookies:
A bit of a warning: there is about…one bad, BAAAD word. Enjoy
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A quick nod of the head and she was off, once more traveling no doubt to knock off another religious fake.Okay, maybe "knock off" wasn't the best term, but in the bottom of her heart she knew that is what they were doing. They being Yumiko and herself. Though enough of that thought. They were ridding the world of the lowlifes and heathens. A great honor.
Guns loaded and hidden away, she answered the usual, mundane ring of her cell phone.
"Ja?"Maxwell, of course…with another mission.
"But, Sir! Ve don't even know…Ja…Ja…Vell. No, Sir! Okay. I understand. Ve'll be on it right away."
Click. A soft sigh and nothing else. Heathens in Dublin again…once more getting out of control and attacking a church, claiming it to be unholy ground…
Once more to attack in the name of the Vatican…
Once more the cleanse the Earth of heathens…
"Assassins! The whole lot o' ye!"Here they go again…
"Assassins? Nein…Ve're Earthly Agents of Divine Punishment!"Not bothering to give any more of an answer, the guns slipped naturally into her fingers as the safety seemed to click itself off. She could hear Yumie's katana slipping from the sheath.
"God be vith."
And the slaughter started. The first bullet expertly hit the "Leader" in the forehead, quickly dropping him dead. As soon as the other heretics saw him fall, they panicked: some heading for the door, others frozen. Yumie quickly dispatched the ones heading for the door.
The Judas Assassin stopped in front of a kneeling man, words feverishly escaping his lips.
"He will save us…he will save us…God will save us…"
God? Save a non-believer? The very thought made her laugh. She raised her weapon, aimed…and fired.
Blood flew from the bullet wound and splattered the ground, her boots, and clothes. As soon as the others were dealt with, the gun was replaced. This was just great. The sudden thoughts of money flitted though her mind.
Not only would they have to pay for the damages done to the church, but also the bill for the dry cleaners would be horrendous. After all, blood was hard to get out, especially once it dried and after the little incident with a worn-out washing machine cut in half, twelve bullet holes in the machine, and a massive pile of soap bubbles…Maxwell had forbidden both Yumiko and her to use the new one they had to buy.
And knowing their Chief, he would only pay what little he could… Which wasn't much. They needed the money. Perhaps there was a way to get extra money. She turned and tripped over a dead body that Yumie had cut down. Stumbling a bit, she caught herself. Turning, she kicked the dead body as if it would feel it. Even in death, they still attacked.
"Fucking heretics…"A pay raise was looking better and better.
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How was that? Good, bad, just okay? I know it was a bit weird; at least that's what I was hoping for. Anyway, it was just about Heinkel musing, okay. I think by now you get the idea so I'm going to stop making an ass out of myself. Hope you enjoyed it, please review!
:pokes Enrico: you're next…heh, heh, heh…
Enrico: God help me…
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