Welcome back guys. First of all, hopefully everyone had a mice Christmas, and here I wish everyone will enjoy the beginning of a new decade.
Sorry that it has been a long while since my previous updates. You know, finals and stuff. Now I'll try to make the updates faster.
Chapter 14:
Police cars and fire trucks surrounded the debris of the ancient bell tower. The lights on their roofs let Valka felt that she was looking straight at a dozen flashlights. When the tower was constructed, engineers were still using stones and bricks. Even though only the upper part of the tower fell apart under the explosion of the Javelin anti-tank missile, pieces of stone still constantly rolled down from the remaining parts of the tower. Pieces of the giant bronze bell that used to stand at the top of the tower laid on the ground. The hundred-year-old bell didn't survive the impact as it fell from the tower and shattered into thousands of pieces of shining metal resting in the middle of Zurich.
"No pedestrians were killed, but around three dozen people were injured due to fallen debris," a police officer reported to Valka.
The Zurich police surrounded the area with yellow barricade tape where rocks as big as an adult fell from around twenty stories high. If one of those rocks landed on a human, he would be smashed into pieces. The ground was covered by a thin layer of brown dirt mixed with small, sharp pieces of rock.
"Any signs of weapons?" Valka asked. "Or dead bodies are hidden inside the remaining of the tower?"
"No, we searched this area three times, and there are no signs of death or weapons," the officer replied as the radio buckled on his vest started crackling.
"That guy must be in the tower when the tower went down," Ruffnut walked over to Valka. "It took the Javelin a few seconds to hit the tower, and he probably was killed during the explosion. If not, the tower went down less than a minute later, and he didn't have time to come down from the top of the tower in a minute."
The officer didn't reply. He walked away, holding his radio up to his mouth and was saying something.
The street was barricaded by police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. Paramedics were treating the pedestrians who were wounded when the tower crashed down. A helicopter hovered above the area, searching for more possible attacks. The police received orders to not let anyone enter the area, but after Valka and Ruffnut showing their DPA badges, the officers backed down.
After confirming that Axl McDowell was killed, even though Valka didn't know who killed him and why, she sent the rest of Team Foxtrot back to the States, and only leaving her and Ruffnut at Zurich.
"Any contacts with Heather?" Valka asked as she and Ruffnut walked through piles of ancient bricks of the tower.
"No," Ruffnut replied, looking at the smoke ascended from the remaining five floors of the tower, "The team will arrive at Charleston in three hours… anyway, I think Astrid is having a fun time. I doubt she even knows that Heather is supposed to keep an eye on her."
"You believed it?" Valka replied surprisingly.
"Believe what?"
"I left Heather at Asheville just to keep an eye on Astrid and you believed that?"
"Of course?" Ruffnut said carefully, surprised by her team leader's question. "Why would I doubt your orders? You are the team leader."
"Ok… well Heather is supposed to keep an eye on Astrid, but that is just part of her job."
"What!?"
"She is also acting as a GPS for us to find things."
"Find what?"
"The safehouse of Heimdall."
"How is she going to know where the safe house is supposed to be? I mean a safehouse is supposed to not be safe for Heimdall," Ruffnut argued. "Besides, that's Heimdall's safe house. Of course, they'll make it hard to find. Otherwise, how can they survive chasing by authorities for more than a decade."
"She doesn't, and I don't expect her to find it," Valka shrugged carelessly. "But it'll find her."
The clanking sound of metals gently colliding into each other filled Niflheim as a small robot vehicle as big as a dictionary traveled down the corridor. It looked similar to one of those NASA's Martian rovers with mechanical arms to grab stuff up from the ground. The two cameras above its two front wheels worked as its eyes and transferred the image back to the control panel.
Its operators were sitting inside the small elevator with three layers of coats and hot coffee. They squeezed against each other to warm each other like a small group of penguins in the middle of a storm. Even though the heavy, explosion-proof doors of the elevator could trap some heat, Hiccup, Emma, and Sam still felt like they were inside an igloo. After Sam's flamethrower went out of fuel, the temperature inside Niflheim started to drop as if someone stuffed tones and tones of ice into the walls. The BEC could magically cool down almost every molecule around it, and that turned Niflheim into a freezer. The gray, concrete walls were covered by white frost, the lights here were not designed to endure low temperature and the glass lids started to shatter one by one.
The BEC sitting in the middle of Room 108 seemed to suck in all the heat in Niflheim, and the screen of the electronic thermometer on the wall had stopped working because of cold temperature.
Most of the facilities in Niflheim were designed to withstand high temperatures since its closer to the core of Earth and ventilation through a 250-meter long pipe might not work all the time. Sam and the engineers didn't think about Niflheim being under extreme low temperature. Even if the AC stopped working, the heat from Earth should at least keep it at around 90 degrees Fahrenheit. The BEC was no bigger than Hiccup's head, and in front of Niflheim, the BEC looked more like an ant climbing into a football stadium. Usually to keep Niflheim at a cozy temperature that would not destroy some of the fragile, hundred-years-old documents needed more than forty ventilation pipes and ACs.
"Damned Bose-Einstein Condensation," Sam cursed as he rubbed his palms together. He was wearing a heavy, yellow woolen jacket that scientists at Antarctica would wear and a brown, fuzzy hat. His cheek turned bright red and his breath immediately turned into visible white smoke as he parted his mouth.
Hiccup and Emma were wearing similar clothes. After finding out that the flamethrower would not stop the BEC from cooling down this space, the trio scrambled into the elevator, ascended back to Sam's office, grabbed all the winter clothes they could find, and took out an old, research robot that could help them transport the BEC.
"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" A few minutes ago, Gobber asked loudly as Sam, Hiccup, and Emma darted out of the elevator and scrambled to look for coats and jackets. He walked over to Sam and handed the small cube to him, "The container that you asked for. Damn luck was on my side and I got the formula right at the first try."
"If we don't find a way to stop that little Einstein-evil, we need to get ready to face something like the movie 'The Day After Tomorrow'," Sam replied in a heavy tone as he held the translucent cube in his hand. "Is this it?"
"Yep, the cube is made of artificially re-engineered glass. It's dense enough to stop any known atoms and particles from passing through, and its non-magnetic, could endure the temperature from 3000 to -230 degrees Celsius. The lid can seal the container after putting things in there," Gobber said, confused by Sam, Hiccup, and Emma's anxious and almost horrified faces, "Are you sure everything is alright down there?"
"Let all engineers specialized in physics and weaponry start working on a… something that can hold and fire BEC," Sam patted Gobber's shoulder, "Project Bifrost is almost completed. Now we just need a weapon to fire it."
Hiccup took the robot with him since he correctly foresaw that when they got back to Niflheim, no one would be willing to walk into that over-sized freezer and pick up the BEC.
"What the fuck," Gobber said as the screen of his computer screen showed the properties of the BEC in that cube. "Atomic speed is way out of control but it's still… cold."
"Watch your language, Gobber," Sam warned.
"Right," Gobber murmured as he handed the cube back to Hiccup. "The tough time is over Hiccup. Now you just need something to fire it."
Hiccup held the cube carefully with two hands. He was still afraid that if he dropped it, the cube would crack and they would all freeze to death. "Ok then, do you have a lot of materials that made this cube?"
"I can let another research group make some," Gobber shrugged.
"Then I think we can come up with an experimental version in like… five days?" Emma looked at her Lead Engineer.
"Sure," Hiccup agreed.
"Tell me when you are going to test it," Sam said abruptly before Hiccup and Emma left Gobber's office.
"What? You want to be there?" Gobber replied before Hiccup.
"No, because you are going to Charleston AFB to test it," Sam replied.
"Wait, do you mean Charleston Air Force Base?" Emma exclaimed. "That's a military base."
"It can keep the Project safe. I have a few friends there that can provide you with a testing field under the US military protection."
"I think with Hic's girlfriend he is safe anywhere," Gobber joked.
"Not funny, Gobber," Hiccup rolled his eyes. Then he turned to Sam: "We have our guards. Why bother asking for others?"
"I don't think that the previous attack was an independent mission. They want something from Muspelheim, and after the attack, we lost around twenty guards," Sam explained. "I have to make sure that nothing else from Muspelheim gets affected."
While Hiccup and Emma were turning their lab inside out to find the right combination of weaponry to create a suitable way to launch the BEC without hurting the user, Astrid was at the front door of Asgard chatting with the remaining guards of Muspelheim. The outside walls of the building were still covered by bullet holes and there were still some bloodstains in the small parking lot. The guards got rid of the cars that were completely busted during the attack, and that included Hiccup's Ford.
"Still worried about your boy?" a guard named Fredrick teased Astrid. He had an SRM 1216 shotgun behind his back.
"Of course," Astrid replied. She wasn't really into chatting with strangers. But, seeing other people also dealing with firearms each day gave her the feeling of closeness, just like two veterans from war would suddenly be attracted to each other.
"You know about Heimdall?" Astrid asked the guards.
"Sure, the most wanted mercenaries in the world," another guard named Harrison replied. "Everyone dealing with weapons should know about them."
"I'm sure they are the one behind the previous raid," Astrid concluded without hiding.
The guards looked at each other.
"How do you know?" one asked.
"Because I'm one of the agents who are chasing them for years," Astrid said. "I can even smell them."
"Then what are you doing here?" Fredrick laughed. "You should be out there finding those people."
"I'm here because of Hiccup, ok?" Astrid growled. "I need to make sure that my family is safe."
"Ohhh, so now he is not just a boyfriend," another guard joked.
"Well…" Astrid thought about it. Then she realized that she had stepped into a trap. "Keep your mouth shut!"
The guards and Astrid all laughed. Valka had kept Astrid out of operations for a while, and that made Astrid pretty frustrated even though she could spend more time with Hiccup. Now when she was with people with similar careers, she felt she was back in a big family again. The guards were also happy to have another person talking to them and joking with them. After the raid the guards' were over-stressed. Now half of the guards needed to do the work that was meant for all the guards. They didn't know when the raid would come again, so they had to keep alarmed at all times. When Astrid showed up, they finally had a chance to relax a bit, since she was capable of facing all the guards on her own.
After another hour of casual talking in front of the front door of Asgard, Hiccup pushed the glass door open and walked into the falling sunlight. He had a heavy gray bag in his right hand, which was filled with research papers about Project Bifrost. He had already changed from the old-fashioned white lab coat into a casual hoodie and jeans. Before he could take a breath of the fresh air outside, he felt a blonde jumping onto him.
"Hey babe, you finished early today," Astrid asked innocently while looking at Hiccup with winking eyes.
"Is this supposed to be the beginning of something?" Hiccup replied as he tried to push Astrid away since she was 150 pounds of fight machine and Hiccup was just a skinny engineer.
"Of course," Astrid chuckled. "You finishing early gives me more time to do what I want to do to you."
"Oh yeah, I want to see how a government agent can perform in bed," Hiccup smirked at her. "If that's what is in your mind right now."
After his Ford was wasted during the raid, Hiccup was using one of Emma's cars before he could get another one. Emma just tossed him the key of a Cadillac when Hiccup was asking around to borrow a car for a few days. Hiccup suspected that Emma, or her parents, were some super-rich businessmen since she always had two cars parked next to Asgard, and after the raid, two more showed up from nowhere to replace the old two.
Astrid didn't have a car since she didn't need one. Most of the time she was riding in an SUV or Chevrolet with bullet-proof windows and doors that belonged to DPA.
The guards all watched as Hiccup and Astrid walked toward the bright gray Cadillac resting next to a wall that still had the scratches from a few bullets.
"Here comes the lust, again," Fredrick said to the other guards as they watched the Cadillac disappeared down the Road.
"What, he is gone?" Emma darted out of the front door right after the red tail lights of the Cadillac blended into the trees.
"Sorry," Harrison smiled as he exchanged a look with his colleagues. "I think Mr. Haddock has an appointment right now."
"Well that shouldn't change the fact that he never stops working before 10 pm," Emma insisted.
"Not when the appointment was with Astrid," a guard shrugged. "It's not that easy to spend time with Hiccup these days when he has a pushy girlfriend showing up out of nowhere."
"Seriously," Fredrick added. "I thought he was just coming out for some fresh air, but then he just took off with that Astrid."
"Screw it," Emma murmured. Then she yelled at the Road: "We can get this done by midnight if he stayed, and I can't do it on my own."
Hiccup had no idea how Astrid could live with two personalities. He knew that before she found him again, she was this cold-blooded agent who spent most of her time with her firearms and thinking about how to kill some bad guys. But, when she was back at Hiccup's house, she turned into this little girl that he remembered who would jump him without thinking about it.
She dropped her two MP7s on the couch the instant she stepped into the house and removed her black trench coach and hung it on a chair. Instead of wearing a white shirt beneath her trench coach, which she always wore, she only put on a very exposed black vest.
"Were you trying to lure me?" Hiccup asked as he placed his bag on the counter and took out some papers printed with photos taken by ultraviolet cameras about the BEC and scientific formulas about the right container to restrain the BEC. He planned to work on these at home when he had free time, but then he quickly realized that with Astrid being here, he might not have a lot of free time.
"So, any plans?" Astrid said as she closed the gap between her and Hiccup.
"Well, my original plan was to work on the project for a bit…" Hiccup answered, watching Astrid's fingers playing with the straps on his hoodie. "But it seems like it's not… gonna work."
"It will," Astrid whispered. "Take your stuff and work in your room. I need this place for now."
Hiccup cocked his head in puzzlement. He thought Astrid would just jump him right here. But he still gathered up the most important paper and headed toward his bedroom.
"Tell me if you need help with anything," Hiccup said as he placed the paper on his messy bed and sat on the edge of it.
Sometimes when he was tired or just not feeling like working behind a table, he would just move everything onto his bed and work under a blanket. His desk was just a few feet away from the bed, covered with scientific models of BEC and brainstorm sketches of different firearms that could be suitable to fire BEC. Hiccup's pupils moved slightly from left to right as he examined the papers and wrote down some notes on the side.
Half of his brain was concentrating on calculating the data, but the other half was calculating what Astrid was planning in the living room. He tried to force his entire brain to focus on the Project, which worked most of the time since Hiccup had this amazing skill of working under a lot of distractions.
Once some guards suddenly played heavy-metal music in Hiccup's lab at full volume when he was working on constructing a new flying suit, but he was unmoved.
But Astrid was not a distraction. She was already in his mind before all of this engineering stuff came in. Even though almost about a decade had passed, the memories about Astrid had never fainted or dimmed a bit. In some ways, the word "Astrid" was not just a memory, but an instinct that was planted in Hiccup's mind when he and she were just a few years old.
Hiccup shook his head and tried to pull his thoughts back to his work. He even needed to read the data out loud to make sure he didn't think of anything else.
"Fourteen carbon plus seven nitrogen plus two sulfur plus two... germanium?… titanium alloy as the muzzle… shit, I still need to deal with cleaning ups after firing... it's going to make a big mess… " Hiccup raised his head when he heard footsteps coming toward him. "Oh hey, Astrid… what the..."
Astrid was wearing… Hiccup had no idea what she was wearing, or at least what she was trying to express from her attire. She looked like she put on some t-shirt and shorts that were made of transparent plastic that allowed Hiccup to see every part of herself.
"You like this?" Astrid asked as she winked at Hiccup.
She loosened her blond hair and fanned them out behind her neck like a golden poncho. Her leather boots reached to her knee and the heels thudded as she walked.
"Well… I don't know… what to say," Hiccup couldn't remove his vision from Astrid. He placed his pen and paper on the bedsheet and watched Astrid moving toward him. Since he was sitting on the bed and Astrid was standing, he needed to look upward as she got closer.
She knelt between his legs, making her head the same height as his and her mouth just inches away from his. Hiccup's breath began to intense, and Astrid could feel the warm air brushing her face. Hiccup remained seated at the edge of his bed. He knew that according to Astrid's almost violent way of dealing with things, if he dared to escape, she would pick him up and throw him on the bed and jump on him, which was not-so-pleasant when Astrid was also an agent.
Her vision wandered from top to bottom of Hiccup's body, and her mouth curved up into a smile as she could see that his jeans were beginning to tent up.
"Just imagine that I'm not here," Astrid smirked as she began to unzip his jeans. "Carry on with what you were doing. I want to hear them as well."
"Ok then, if you insist," Hiccup said as he picked up his paper again while Astrid freed his swollen cock and her head started moving downward.
"I need to find a way to separate the BEC before firing it since firing the whole thing would cause too much damage, and…" Hiccup's eyes squinted as he felt Astrid's lips and teeth brushing against his cock. "Oh gods… Astrid can you not…"
"Keep going," Astrid's muffled voice came into his ears. "Otherwise…"
Hiccup's body trembled as he felt Astrid's teeth digging into his skin. He almost tried to pull away as Astrid increased the strength on her jaw, but her powerful arms held on to his thighs and pinned him down. She was a strong woman, and it was her job to capture those muscular criminals, so controlling a skinny engineer was easy-peasy for her.
"I need a… material that can cut through… ahhh… the BEC that will not destroy the property of it… I still need to… come up with a… sketch of the weaponry. I'm thinking of using… the design of a … laser gun … babe, go easier, please…" Hiccup tried his best to focus on the Project. It's not easy for him considering that Astrid was trying to eat him out.
"Normal steel won't work here… so I need to ask Gobber for his new materials…"
A loud moan from Astrid interrupted him. Hiccup removed the paper in front of his face and looked at the blonde between his legs. Her tongue coated Hiccup's cock with her saliva and she pushed him further down her mouth until he reached her throat. Astrid's head started rocking against Hiccup. First slow, but then she quickly picked up her pace.
Hiccup had no way of going back to the Project at this point. As she began to push him to his limit, Hiccup had to use both arms to keep himself up. He gasped each time when Astrid bit him.
He came inside her mouth, and Astrid swallowed the hot white cream without hesitation. His legs jerked and fell back to the bed. Hiccup could feel that this wasn't Astrid's first time doing this. She must've done the same experiment on someone else's cock.
"Do you want me to go back to science while you plan out your next move?" Hiccup asked while panting.
Astrid leaped onto the bed and landed on him and used her knees to keep him beneath her. When her tongue slipped into Hiccup's mouth, he could still taste the salty flavor of himself in Astrid's mouth.
"No, enough science. Let's get down to some real stuff," Astrid whispered as she yanked away Hiccup's hoodie.
They fell asleep naked in each other's arms a few hours later, when the sky had turned pitch black and the room was heated by the two. A tired and clothless Astrid curled up in Hiccup's embrace as she slept. Her forehead rested against Hiccup's chest and her messy hair tangled behind her neck.
Hiccup woke up just an hour after they went to sleep. His body was still aching after the three messy rounds. He confirmed his guess that Astrid was only good at fighting on a battlefield, but not on a bed. She was good at blowing him, but not at going all the way and playing dirty. He supported his head with one elbow, watched the girl in his arms. His other hand smoothed Astrid's hair until they were untangled and returned to the original state of a golden poncho behind her head. Her breath had calmed down to a normal rate and her sweat had evaporated.
After he was sure that Astrid was sound asleep, he put a pillow behind his head, turned on the small lamp beside the headboard, and started reviewing the photos and papers that they scattered across the bed sheet. He didn't forget to pull up the blanket a bit so that the dim light wouldn't wake the sleeping Astrid.
Even though he was just eighteen-years-old and had only worked in Muspelheim for three years, he had saved enough money to live a happy life until sixty. As one of the few best Lead Engineers in Muspelheim, his monthly salary was the same as a high school teacher's three months income, and his shared revenue was two percent of each deal that was led by him. The minimum price of each deal that Muspelheim made was about twenty thousand dollars, and DPA would give four million dollars to buy Project Bifrost. That means Hiccup would get eighty thousand dollars after Project Bifrost was completed.
He was still dreaming of finishing the project and moving to Charleston with Astrid. He had already told her about his plan, and she had agreed.
He smiled at his plan and laughed at himself about leaving Muspelheim at the age of eighteen. Most engineers would stay with Muspelheim until they were too old to work since the percentage of being accepted as an engineer by Muspelheim was even lower than the acceptance rate of Ivy League colleges. Then he turned his attention back to the data.
Just like Emma said, he always worked until 10 pm.
Astrid opened her eyes, and the first thing that came into her vision was Hiccup's chest that rose and fell while he breathed. She felt his arm around his waist and his jaw resting against her head. She liked it this way. After all those years of sleeping with her weapons and worrying about revenge from those criminals that she was hunting, she finally found a place where she could sleep safely. Astrid knew at least six DPA agents were killed when they were sleeping by their targets.
Last night was insane. She didn't know that Hiccup was a really good partner in bed. Even though she was way stronger than him, Hiccup still managed to control everything. Her entire body felt like they were about to come apart and her stiff muscles turned into jellies.
They didn't close the curtain, so she could still see the night sky with stars and the trees swaying in the wind outside. She pushed her body even closer to Hiccup's sleeping body, stealing his body heat and enjoying the sensation of his skin against hers.
A buzzing sound came into her ears. It was the sound of her phone. Not a lot of people had her phone number except for her teammates in DPA. Astrid reluctantly moved away from Hiccup's body and jumped down from the bed. When she was trying to tug him warm, she saw the research papers gathered together next to his head and some new words were written on them.
"Try hard…" Astrid murmured with a smile.
She walked across the darkened room, naked. Now she was familiar with the arrangement in Hiccup's bedroom so that she wouldn't bump into something when waking up at night to go to the bathroom. Her phone was vibrating on Hiccup's table with the screen lit on.
The word "Valka" appeared on the screen. Astrid checked the time on the top of the screen. It was 2 am.
"What is it?" Astrid answered the call lazily.
"What the hell were you doing last night?" Valka's voice was more like a bear roaring. Astrid had to turn down the volume to not wake Hiccup.
"I was…" Astrid stopped. How could she explain with the right words?
"Probably riding Hiccup," Astrid heard Ruffnut's faint voice in the background and other DPA agents laughing.
"I called you like twenty times!" Valka boomed.
"Uhhh…" Astrid scratched her head. "Yeah yeah I was doing what Ruffnut said."
"Ok, we don't care about your love life... come to Asheville airport right now. We are there waiting for you," Valka commanded.
"What's wrong?"
"Axl McDowell has been taken care of, and we have located the safehouse of Heimdall and the rest three are there. We are going to storm that place before the sun comes out."
The message swept away Astrid's sleepiness. Her eyes turned from the loving girl back to the agent that lived with death and weapons.
"Where is it?"
"It's in this god damned city all the time!"
"Meet me in front of Hiccup's house. Right now I don't have a car to go to the airport," Astrid said as she walked into the living room where she put her trench coat and MP7s and put the extra megs into the sleeves on the Kevlar vest.
She put on the battle suit that DPA gave to its agents: a black long-sleeved suit, cut resistant gloves, Kevlar vests, black pants with holsters for handguns, and black boots that were suitable for all sorts of surfaces. She put on her trench coat at last. With a fluent motion, she checked the two MP7s and hid them into the customized holsters inside her trench coat.
A few minutes later, the sharp sound of car brakes came from outside the door. Astrid opened the door and saw three black SUVs stopped on the road. The windows on the cars reflected the yellow street lights and.
"C'mon!" Valka rolled down the driver's side window of the first SUV.
"Hang on," Astrid replied.
She ran back to the bedroom and placed a gentle kiss on the sleeping Hiccup's right cheek, "I'll be back in the morning… probably."
When she jumped onto the seat behind Valka, the convoy headed down the street at full speed. Astrid put on the earphone that Ruffnut handed to her. She could hear Tuffnut and Snotlout arguing in the channel about who was the dom in Hiccup and Astrid's relationship. Other agents made different comments during their argument.
Ruffnut shrugged at Astrid and whispered "sorry" to her. Astrid rolled her eyes. She knew her teammates way too well.
"Two SWAT teams will be assisting our mission, and right now that place has been secretly surrounded by thirty local cops. I warned them to do everything under the radar, but I'm pretty sure those three already know that they are been targeted," Valka turned around and said to Astrid. "So we might not have the element of surprise. Prepare for some intense gunfights. Local police and SWAT can't face them, so Team Echo is coming from North Carolina to aid us. A platoon of South Carolina national guards is on their way as well. We don't know if they hired more gunmen. What happened at Muspelheim might happen here again."
"Seems like a lot of people are invited to the party," Astrid commented as she peeked at the trunk. 'You even brought a Javelin?"
"Yes ma'am," Ruffnut said as she loaded a steel arrow into her military tactical crossbow.
"Who uses a crossbow right now?" Astrid snorted. "I can empty a whole clip while you shoot only one arrow."
"Quiet down everyone," Valka's voice came into the channel. All the other voices suddenly disappeared. "We all know the drill..."
"Yes, ma'am," Tuffnut interrupted. "Blow open the door, get in, and start bashing everyone."
Other agents laughed at the joke.
"Shut up Tuff," Valka ordered. Then she returned to her normal tone: "Right now their leader is gone, but the other three are still desperadoes. I want no mistakes whatsoever. Today, we end these bastards once and for all."
To be continued
Thank you for all of your support toward this story, and please feel free to leave a question or comment below.
Right now since it's almost to the end of this story and I'm not planning to stretch this story too long, I'm thinking of writing a sequel. I already have the idea for it. Hopefully it'll be better than this one *fake smile*.