Chapter 14: Tribunal Pt III: Protection

It had been two weeks since the disappearance of Andrew Munkittrick, Cancerous' Manager. Dethklok's CFO tried to keep it under wraps, but the Tribunal was able to learn about the incident. The fate of Munkittrick was still uncertain, but everyone would guess he was probably dead, killed by the fanatics out to kill Cancerous for the fact they were as good as Dethklok. The Undertakers were getting stronger with a few thousand willing to kill and die for the name of Dethklok, if Toki's bad luck didn't do it quick in Lucy's case.

General Crozier was over going the information he had scraped up, piecing together a complex puzzle that would tell them where Cancerous was hiding.

"Their helicopter was spotted landing in Greenland two weeks ago from today, but this gentlemen, I assure you was to confuse the enemy. These photos were taken by security cameras." The mentioned photos were of Cancerous, Dethklok, Ofdensen and a few klokateers exiting the massive air craft. In front of them was the much smaller jet. "It took some time to find out information on this plane, but it belongs to Yakov Lebedev, head of Dethklok Russia. I'm certain that is where Dethklok and Cancerous are staying. The plane landed in Moscow at exactly 6:07 PM."

Vater Orlaag rubbed his orange facial hair, examining the picture and processing the information. Something wasn't right with the small female leader. A weakness perhaps? Mr. Selatcia had finally decided that the girls, especially their leader, were a nuisance, dragging Dethklok behind from completing the prophecy. They needed to be terminated. This was something worth sinking his own claws into.

Senator Stampingston sighed and shook his head, looking up at the screen. "Gentlemen, things are looking grave for Cancerous. Although they're becoming just as popular Dethklok, the Undertakers are more powerful then the Revengencers. Perhaps fueled by their unyielding loyalty to the Gods of Metal." Crozier fisted his hands into tight balls, his jaw clenched painfully.

"What do you know of Lebedev?" Orlaag said, glancing over at the old General.

"He's a powerful figure in Russia and one of the richest. He operates a drug trade and has an established private security service, making him a prime candidate for the CFO of Dethklok to turn to. Also, he has a connection with Miss Implosion." Senator Stampingston said, turning to face the members of the Tribunal. "Her father worked for him up until his untimely death. Whether he is a friend or foe to Cancerous, it is uncertain. But he has doubled his guards on his estate." The floor plans of Yakov's home were displayed; certain areas highlight to signify where the reinforcements were.

General Crozier spoke up again, "His personal body guard is a young man named Ivan Korshunova, one of the older brothers of deceased Supermodel Ruslana Korshunova who died here in the states." The picture was of a young man, perhaps in his mid twenties; dressed in a military uniform with his dirty blond hair slicked back, save for a few stands hanging over his forehead. Green piercing eyes looked back at everyone. Like his sister, he could pass for a model. "He was ranked as number one is his military academy and recruited to be one of Lebedev's guards. Not much is known about after that, but it is certain he has done his fair share of misdeeds."

"I see…" Mr. Selatcia said in his raspy voice. "General Crozier, I will allow you to attend their concert. I want you to take Implosion out."

The General's eyes widen in horror. "Why?"

"Do not question me, General. The woman nor her band is useful to us. They distract us from our main objective. Dethklok. She is their leader. Her death will break the others..."Crozier stood in front of Tribunal like a deer caught in head lights. "General Crozier, I question your loyalty. But if you get rid of Cancerous' strength, I shall not second guess where your aligance lies." The man said, glaring down at the General. Corzier straightened and glared.

"Very well…"

-If you are reading this fic and this particular line: Please REVIEW! I know you are :( You make me sad...-

I don't know when my next update will be... I have a lot to deal with right now. If I have to deal with cops, dear jesus, I might die of a heart attack. I. HATE. COPS. Then there is the fact I might have just witness a man die on the sidewalk Saturday and I am currently still job hunting, incase I don't get hired at Macy's. My dream is to find a job at the mall, anywhere EXCEPT Hotdog on a Stick. I would fucking DIE of humiliation! But I need to make money so I can pay for part of my college courses when I enter next semester! Plus I want to redo my whole wardrobe by the end of next year... I've had jeans that are like 6 years old (and still fit :O).

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Angela: If you want to let me know how much you like it, there are other non-offensive ways to tell me. And I doubt Moira will actually change. Glad you liked the music and like everyone else, you'll just have to wait and see how things change for everyone in my story. Simple as that.

YourSweetSin: Yes, slash is not metal... but they always seem to set themselves up for it. And Pickles actually did suck his own -ahem-, he admit it to Skwsigaar before "sniffle I can die now." lmao. Gross.

Dragonz: Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad the last chapter came out well. I think Bohemiem Rhaspody might be a magical song. To this day I wish I recorded that remarkable unison. shudder so weird!

And for all of you, I didn't think that Moira's accident would be 'scary'. Sad yes, but not scary. I feel so accomplished! Thank you all for reviewing!

FYI: Ruslana Korshnova was in fact, a Russian model, but allegedly commited suicide at the age of 20, jumping from her ninth floor balcony of her New York Apartment building on June 28th this year. She does have an older brother, but I forget his name. Starts with an R... oh well. Ivan is make believe! Just incase you didn't know. I just liked her last name. RIP Ruslana.