Hey, they find out about the Tribunal's plans in this one, hehehehehe.
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"Where you goins?" asked Toki.
"Outside. That guy dropped something, I'll be right back," and she left the room, grabbing her towel on the way out.
"Brutal. Pretty crappy way to die," commented Nathan. His balls were getting cold, so he climbed back into the hot tub.
"What do you tinks he dropped?" asked Toki.
Nathan shrugged and leaned back in the hot water.
Ten minutes later...
"Look at this!" said Flame, coming back into the room. She dropped her towel and climbed back into the tub, holding a thick folder full of paper and photos.
"Is it that thing that guy dropped?" asked Nathan.
They all crowded around her and something squishy pressed itself against her knee. She ignored it.
Actually, the something squishy happened to be Nathan, but he ignored it too. He was more interesteed in what the file contained.
"Pictures of himself as a child, pictures of Toki as a kid, pictures of the band, photos of their shows, paperwork, everwhere he looked, Dethklok, Dethklok Dethklok.
"The Tribunal? What's dat?" asked Skwisgaar.
"An ilumati style group made up of military, religious and governemnt people. They think Dethklok are modern day versions of some ancient Sumarian doom bringers or something. They want you dead," said Flame.
"Wow... that's brutal," he said, looking down at the papers again.
"Hey, your drops one," said Toki. He jumed out of the hot tub and brought back a paper with the name Naetasha Hagebak on it.
"It's nothing," she said quickly.
"It's something, gimee it," growled Nathan. He took the paper from Toki and read it.
"Naetasha Hay... Hahj... Hage back-"
"Hage bak," said Flame, scowling.
"Yeah, that, uhhh...age twenty... intelligent...four different languages... master sword fighter... possible sixth Sumarian legend... dangerous...orphaned at young age... please kill her," he read.
"Huh. Well, that's not so bad," he said sarcastically. He had hired an intelligent woman who could speak four different languages and was a master swordfighter... this was beginning to seem like a dumb idea. What if she was part of this Tribunal thingy?
"I'm not," she assured him when he asked her this.
"Yous can speaks four different languages?" asked Toki.
"Yeah. You knew that already, remember?" she reminded him.
"Oh, yeah."
"So where do dese dildos lives at anyways?" asked Skwisgaar, glaring at the papers.
"It says underground, but not where... wait..." she replied, ruffling through all the papers.
"Hey! How do they know I didn't talk untilI was five??" Nathan demanded, reading another paper with his name on it. No one knew any of this stuff about him, escept maybe his parents and high school teachers. Dammit! They made him sound stupider than he was!
"You didn'st speaks till you were five?" asked Toki blankly.
He growled at him.
"Got it! It says this guy's name was Brutus Merril and he was supposed to report back at someplace called the ... Thirsty Dolphin? Next week... where the hell is that??" she wondered aloud.
"Hey! I know dat place!" said Pickles suddenly.
"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Nathan stuffed his file back into the folder, annoyed. NO ONE got away with knowing all that stuff about him. It was his business. They were gonna pay for this.
"Really? Where is it?" he asked.
"It's this club in Wisconsin, my old band Snakes 'n' Barrels played dere a few times," Pickles replied.
There was a moment's silence.
"Wait, you were an orphan?" asked Pickles.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Flame said, glaring at nothing.
"Why not?" he asked.
She slammed the folder down on the floor and folder her arms, creating a lot of cleavage, but she didn't seem to care.
"The less you know, the better," she growled, curling her lip.
"Awww, c'mon," goaded the red headed drummer, smiling evilly. Strange how it made him look attractive in that evil sort of way.
"N O," she said firmly, and she shoved the drummer so far back that he slipped and went underwater, getting the other wet in a heart beat.
"Heys!" whined Toki, rubbign his eyes. Skwisgaar backed away, knowing full well that she could hit and Nathan just growled and took a swing at her. She ducked underwater to avoid his meaty fist and stomped on his foot underwater.
"Stop!" he growled.
She did, glaring daggers at him. One of her contacts was loose, he noticed. The smallest sliver of silver could be seen next to the orange.
"Alright, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... pissed off that the fucking Tribunal knows all this stuff. Fuck the break. We're going to Wisconsin," he growled angrily, baring his fist and glaring at nothing.
They packed the Hatredcopter that same day, stocked it with plenty of booze and food and set of for Wisconsin the next day.
Pickles felt sick. He swore he would never go back home, but now it seemed he couldn't avoid it. The media would get wind of this and his parents would expect him. His brother wouldn't leave him alone.
This couldn't get any worse.
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