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The first thing that he sees when he open his eyes was a light shines, blinding his eyesight momentarily.

He thought that he was in The Heaven, or whatever grunts called it.

It wasn't.

He was in the operation room, still alive and breathing. Thank goodness.

He gets out of the table and look at himself further at the nearest mirror. He starts to examine his body. Bandages cover up his forehead, it seemed they didn't bother to change the strips as the old one was covered behind the new ones. Most notably, he notices that there's new large bandages that had covered the sharp wounds at his chest due to the last mission he had assigned for.

The last mission….

Oh yeah, the last mission he was assigned to.

That darn mission.

He went towards the exit door of the room and make his way through the hallway. Both of his hands are leaning against the wall to support his feet, carefully trying not to fall along the way.

The most notable thing was that he could feel is that his adrenaline rush flowing inside of his nervous system, as if he will explode in excitement.

And yes, he was very excited.

Mostly because of one thing.

But for now, he has to find someone.

He has to find Doc.

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It is very surprising that it took him half minutes to reach a room.

He had met and stumbled into other mercenaries during his way to someone, and they seemed to not care about the injuries they had notice upon seeing the grunt's body. Some even showed off an empathy towards this grunt and tried to give some help they could to him, but he seemingly passed it off and ignore it.

Right now, his first priority was to finally arrive at the door of the room he needed to enter.

Doc's room.

He and 2BDamned, or his known alias as Doc have met a couple of times now, and they always spend their times together whenever they have some time alone for themselves, talked about their recent activities and jobs, just a normal conversation. It's been quite a while since their last conversation before he has to head off to his last mission.

Killing The Sheriff for the second time.

And at last, he succeeded in killing that bastard.

And now, here he is.

In the front door of Doc's room.

He then kicked the door in such a bad manner, force opening the lock on the other side.

Crash*

Slam*


"You have to let go, Hank. It's useless, let our other mercenaries take care of that sheriff," Told Doc.

They were sitting at a bench, eating their lunch they bought from the cafeteria. Salmon sandwich and hot dog, respectively.

Hank shook his head. He turned his head towards Doc's, then back at his hot dog.

"Are you doubting me?"

"No. It's just…" He paused. "What if this time you won't make it? It's not like I can resurrect you whenever I want."

Nobody knows how he, Doc, could revive someone, anyone in the first place. Mercenaries in the facility assume that it was due to some strict, forbidden skills he learned somewhere before he decides to join fighting against the agency that they were against with. Not to mention that's how he got the name 'Doc' in the first place.

Hank blankly stares at him as he continues," It's not that easy, Hank. You also know it. Call me a fortune teller or something, chances are, that you succeed and leave without any internal injuries, or you fail and the sheriff is still alive. It also doesn't help that the demigod-claimed-person watches over him."

He took a bite of the sandwich. As expected it was bland, there's no taste in it. There's no guarantee something good came out of the facility's cafeteria after all.

He glances at him.

Then, an idea struck in his mind. He jokingly said,

"How about we make a bet?"

He sighed in frustration. "God, not this again." He stated.

Hank replied," It'll be fun."

"There's no such thing as fun in any of this, Hank! This is your life we're talking about." Exclaim Doc.

Hank turn his head towards Doc.

There it was. That cold stare, just like last time when their first met around the facility.

He hissed," I don't care. You know that. My life is already a shit ever since I have to deal with that boombox guy and his goons who doesn't want to turn down their song volume. Don't say that I didn't warn them before that occured."

The eerie silent looms around both of them.

Doc concedes. He sighed."Alright, go on."

Hank slyly grinned. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that this grunt could change from a jockey little shit to a hard-hearted killer in 180 degree.

"Okay. So, the bet, right?"

"Yes. What about it?"

Hank cleared his throat. "If I manage to survive somehow, you have to give me 50 dollars. In addition to that, you have to make your way to the announcement room and tell everyone in this facility that I'm the best among them and demanded to be bow down onto."

Doc scoffs, "you're crazy."

A genuine smile caught on his lip. He simply didn't care. He then continues.

"If I somehow die, but also bring The Sheriff along with me, you only need to give me 50 dollars."

He stammered, "Wh-h- Hey, that's not fair at all!"

Hank continues to look at Doc when it's his turn to put his bet. "If you die, but The Sheriff is still alive, there's no chance that I would revive you for the second time. Have fun continuing your life at The Other Place,"

Now it's Hank's turn to refuse the side of the bet. He voice stutters "Hey, that's not a bet at all, you can't do that!"

Doc let out a small chuckle, "I'm kidding, big guy." He put his hand behind Hank's back.

"Just come back in one piece, okay?"


Oh he has come back in one piece yeah?

The kick left the front door open ajar.

His right foot still felt stings after that force, but he doesn't care. He would complain about it later on.

Hank proceeds to enter the room, not caring if there's any mercenaries heard the loud kicking sound and immediately rush towards it.

They believe that Hank would die the second time he made an attempt to kill The Sheriff. He had proven them wrong.

He had died and brought The Sheriff along with him. He succeeded in killing him; bonus mark for killing the Jebus guy as well.

There's a chance that The Sheriff is still alive after his murder attempt, but Hank guarantee that it wouldn't happen anytime sooner.

Plus, there's another important thing that he needed to do.

He just hoped that Doc didn't forgot about the bet that they made days before.

"Doc, are you in here?" He shouted.

He heard a splashing sound as he stepped on a puddle. It is too dark to see what he had stepped on. He just hoped that it was a spilled water.

Then, in front of him, he sees a grunt-like figure. It seemed that it is focusing on something at Doc's desk.

Hank presumes that it must be Doc, considering that it was his room after all.

"Yes Hank, what is it?" It let out a raspy sound as it asks. Head still looks at the desk.

Hank slowly approaches towards the figure, bluntly stated, "Yeah, about the bet, I wanted to talk to you about it- "

He then stopped at his tracks.

Something's wrong, he could feel it.

First and foremost, the figure does not look like Doc at all. It looked wispy, and its body was seen as if it was the fire itself, igniting in the darkness and blended in the shadows at the same time. The darkness in the room doesn't help either, as Hank couldn't figure out if the figure was literally dark in colour or not.

Secondly, its voice. Sure, everyone hits puberty at some point in their life, but it never goes reversive. This figure, whatever it is, sounded high-pitched and normal, sounded alike Docs' at the same time.

Before he could figure things out further, he heard something.

A sniffle, then two. Stammering could also be heard as well.

It sounded like someone has been crying and trying to keep its composure.

Hank turned his head towards his right.

His breathing stops for a second there.

On his right, there's Doc's bed and a wall. Something that looked like a body clothes, but at the same time it's not was on the bed. It looked like a whole body of a grunt that got its whole innards removed. But what caught Hank's pair of eyes was not the thing that's on the bed, but the thing that was leaned against the right side of the wall.

A GRUNT. GOT TIED UP.

The grunt looked as if he had been crying for days now, his eyes were bright red due to crying. His mouth got taped with a black tape, possibly to prevent him from calling for help.

The figure then turns towards Hank, gaze at him sharply.

He took a step back. His lip quivers in fear. He wants to say something. Anything.

…You're not Doc…