(A/n: Howdy my fellow MADNESS fans. If you've seen this story on Wattpad, its chapters will be rewritten, so updates may be slowed. Anyways, before we start, let me just say that you should check out quentin3655, for he inspired me
Chapter 0.5
A "Normal" Contract
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NEXUS FILE #666
PROFILE'S NAME: Hankerchief J. Wimbleton
KNOWN ALIAS/ES: The Killing Machine, The Nevadan Reaper, Mojave Devil, Lord Death of Murder Mountain.
AGE: SOMEWHERE AROUND THE 100's (OLD AF)
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 7 FEET, 4 INCHES (223 CM)
RACE: ASIAN AMERICAN (NEXIAN)
NATIONALITY: AMERICAN
HAIR COLOR: JET BLACK (BALD)
EYE COLOR: RED…?
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Somewhere in Nevada
THREAT: OMEGA LEVEL (THE END)
AFFILIATIONS: Nexus Core (Unstoppable Killer), A.A.H.W (The Target), S.Q (Most Contracted Mercenary), The New California Republic (The Demon in Black.)
PROFILE BACKGROUND: Was one of the 6 who were adopted into the Nexus Core at the age of 5 in [REDACTED] as a prototype in the discovery of the Tac-Bar for the military personnel. In doing so, we successfully founded the Tac-Bar and made him into the perfect instrument of war.
Until some Nexus Traitor, broke the subject free of his restraints, and allowed the subject to escape along side with Nexus Experiment #667. The traitor was never identified, for a zombie outbreak happened around the same time by traitor Doctor Jebediah Christoff (Nexus File #754)
Sadistic and psychotic, the subject won't show any mercy, for his main goal is to stamp us and the A.A.H.W into the floor. Subject is known to be the most lethal weapon in the arsenal of the Status Quo.
Estimated Survival Rate: 0.000032%
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: The results of him being MAGNIFIED in [REDACTED] caused the subject's right arm to be permanently mutated and more crab-like. The arm is known to have a fraction of the Keystone Fragment (File #276) inside of it. The arm is known to be able to harm the Employers, DON'T UNDERESTIMATE.
The subject has been able to access Bullet-Time, in ways we have never seen. The Bullet-Time acts like the Tac-Bar, but just better to put it simply. Information regarding this is limited, however.
The J stands for "Motherfucker."
PROCEDURE: KILL ON SIGHT. CAPTIVITY IMPOSSIBLE. KILL HIS ASS!
Somewhere in Nevada...
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In a house near the outskirts of Nevada lies a weapon. A Killing Machine ready to be unleashed from its chains. The being was currently inside of a room, closed off from any light.
Inside the room was a large dark skinned man lying on top of an operation table, hands restrained to the table, and body raised up slightly off the table. The skin of the body didn't look anywhere close to natural, instead it looked more ghoulish or undead. Almost as if it was raised back from the dead using some necromancy bullshit.
The body's chest was cut open and most of his organs removed. There only laid a soulless vessel with no signs of life, yet there still existed the pulse. It was a miracle there were traces of "life" inside of the body.
One of the only things left inside was some sort of bomb mechanism and a heart. The body was riddled with numerous scars, the scars ranged from bullet holes to slash marks, and even old stitches that were left inside.
The body's head had "eyes" that were sunken inwards and leaked a strange black. It looked like a vortex with nothing but an abyss inside of it. Not even the lights of the room could fill the eye's emptiness void.
The body had its jaw wide open with the lower parts of the jaw being composed of pure iron. The places where there was flesh were badly decayed. Even with all the rot, it was still bloody and bleeding profusely.
Another notable trait was how the body had one muscular crab-like arm on its right side. It was a crimson red with orange stripes to accompany it. There were teeth and spines growing from the arm like it was some sort of virus.
The room was eerily silent. There were no sounds, until the creaks of a door opening filled the room. "Hmm, looks like he'll be up earlier than expected… Good." A man with an iron mask and red goggles said.
He walked towards the table holding a container in one hand, and a case in the other. He opened up the container and revealed multiple different organs. The case had surgical tools, from bone saws to the most precise scalpel.
The man took the spare organs from the container and placed them inside of the carcass. Having to arrange the organs wasn't as easy as the "doctor" made it look, but regardless of the difficulty he still fitted them in.
Once the man fitted all the inner workings inside of the body, he grabbed some needles and stitched them together. While the "doctor" was stitching the organs together, a second person walked in, he wore a bandana and a pair of black teashades.
"2BDamned," The man said with a deep and calm voice, "what's the situation with Deimos? You think you'll have to resurrect him again?"
2BDamned turned around and placed a hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Oh, he'll be just fine, Sanford. But he's going to be needing some new lungs."
"What type of lungs?" Sanford asked, pulling a hook out of his waistband.
2BDamned chuckled a little before answering, "Look at you, so enthusiastic." Sanford grunted a little before letting his handler continue. "Do me a favor and fetch me some ATP lungs. We really need regular lungs, but an ATP's can upgrade Deimos." 2BDamned said, holding up a little sticky note with a pair of coordinates on it.
"Go here. It's a small base, but they'll still have what we need. Remember, avoid chest shots, we need those lungs unharmed." 2BDamned handed the veteran the sticky note.
Sanford looked at the address, stood at attention and saluted the "doctor." "Affirmative, sir." Sanford said, before walking out the room. His hook's strings trailing behind.
'Right, back to work.' 2BDamned walked back to the operating table and went back to surgery.
He took some stitches and stitched it onto the body. The man operated in haste leaving room for no time at all.
Once 2BDamned finished up with the operation, he walked towards an inconspicuous lever that was embedded into a rocky wall.
He threw the lever down with all of his force and quickly ran towards the consoles. Pressing that lever down will cause an invisible timer to start. If 2BDamned were to fail, well he would have to repeat the process, which is just a pain to set up, not including the electrical bills required.
The man's body started to shake and contort violently. "C'mon… where are you?" 2BDamned said, while he started to check the monitors. 2BDamned scanned the entirety of Purgatory, looking for a certain soul. He then found the man he was looking for, a man wearing all black and red goggles. "Bingo!" 2BDamned said as he pressed a button.
"GAH!" The once corpse gasped out. His sunken eyes glowing a vicious red, and the upper half jerking up.
2BDamned loomed over the now alive man, "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, Hanky." The man known as Hank pushes 2BDamned's face away from his own face.
"Shut the fuck up, Doc." He said with a deep, sharp, metallic tune to his voice. "Wow. Not even a thank you for my services?" Hank didn't even bat an eye, for he didn't really care at all. "Whatever." Was all that Hank had to say before he stretched his body out, and noticed that his usually bandaged body was lacking bandages.
"Doc, why am I naked? Where the fuck are my bandages?" Hank said, feeling naked without the thing his name quite literally stands for.
2BDamned only sighed and grabbed five rolls of bandages. "Do it yourself, Hank. I always have something on my plate, and you should be able to wrap yourself up. Come back to me when you're done." 2BDamned then tossed over the rolls towards Hank, and left the room to check the mercenary board.
The Nexian merely rolled his "eyes" and wrapped the bandages himself.
Later, when Hank was done putting on his "clothes" he went towards his basement to put on his regular gear. His gear consisted of two bandannas, one heavy trench coat, heavy boots, arm bracers, fingerless gloves, and of course his signature red goggles.
Before he left and found himself his new contract, he of course needed his arsenal. He dug inside his little weapons locker and pulled out some of the weapons that he'd bought using his last paycheck.
The NK-33, an assault rifle that packed a punch and was stupidly fast. Both of which Hank likes. He swung it over his back and checked if it was actually loaded.
A personal favorite of his, the MP5 was one of the guns he was most accurate with. He placed the gun on his back right next to his rifle.
Akimbo Uzis were strapped onto the back of his coat. Good memories back when he raided an A.A.H.W base.
Akimbo N9011s were on his hips, it sealed the looks of the whole gun ninja look, and it added extra style points.
Hank also needed his most prized possession. The Nexus Prototype, dubbed "The Dragon Sword mk-2." The sword's shape was a mix between a machete and the eastern katana. It had a dragon head built into its hilt, and had a phrase engraved into the blade. It stated, "Crush, Kill, Destroy." Those were the words marked on the sword in Thai.
Hank finally went outside his room after he refilled any missing magazines and sharpened his blade.
Hank noticed his therapist looking at his Nexus Pad with a disgruntled face. "What's wrong? Is it something your sensitive ass doesn't like?" Hank asked in a sarcastic tone. 2BDamned look at Hank for a second before sighing.
"No, it's just this odd contract." 2BDamned said, pointing at the mission. "It wants some mercenaries to come in and crash whatever the A.A.H.W and the Nexus Core is doing. There's hardly any details…" Hank knew what was about to happen, so he just plugged his ears and ignored the details.
2BDamned was used to this behavior at this point, so he just continued. "From what I can scrape off, it's just another "Get in, Get out' mission. But that doesn't answer the traces of extremely potent dissonant energy in it. The vagueness is pretty damn suspicious don't you think?"
Hank cracked his knuckles and got straight to the point. "Shut the fuck up, and tell me the location." Hank said with no signs of patience at all.
"ALRIGHT! Can't you just wait for five damn minutes!?" 2BDamned snapped at Hank, putting Hank on edge.
"Fine." Hank said begrudgingly, crossing his arms like a child would.
2BDamned combed his Mohawk and sighed once more. "Hank, you know that dissonant energy doesn't just banish you. It completely destroys one's soul, and makes it impossible to resurrect." 2BDamned said in a worrying tone.
Hank still didn't care, but only pretended to care. "You're lucky I'm even able to pull you from Purgatory. But from the Other Place? Impossible." Hank nodded, "Yeah? Are you finished?"
"Urgh… Yes. I'll radio in the coordinates." 2BDamned put his hand on his forehead, and shook his head. "Thanks for wasting my time, Doc." Hank said, with another sarcastic tone in his voice.
"You're welcome."
Hank waltzed up to the front door and was soon met by a familiar face. She had pink goggles, and wore a similar mask like Hank's, but it was colored white. She was quite tall for an average Nexian, and she had long white hair. She could essentially be described as a female Hank.
She had an odd sense of fashion to say the least. She wore a bullet-proof vest that was in the shape of some sort of croc top. She had white camo shorts, and just like Hank, covered the rest of their body with a long trench coat.
She was the first to talk, with a simple greeting, "Hello-"
*SLAM*
Hank immediately slammed the door in front of Wank's face. Without a second thought, he started to seethe, and became a little bit feral.
"Doc…" Hank slightly lurched his back forwards, "Why in all of Nevada is she here?" Hank asked, turning to see 2BDamned's face. Hank's goggles suddenly glowed a bright and bloody red.
"Hank, I called her in to assist you." 2BDamned said with his eyebrows furrowed. "I don't need help." Hank countered. "Yes you do. Hank, you are a valuable asset to me and S.Q. If I lose you forever, it'll put a huge dent in our operation."
"Like I would die. Besides, it's not like you have multiple Hanks down in hell over there." Hank referenced his times in Purgatory, and battling his other personalities, or clones or doppelgängers.
"Hank. I require the original body to summon one of you." 2BDamned informed Hank. "Fair point."
Hank then looked cross for a few moments then remembered that he had other subordinates.
"Why can't I just have Sanford and Deimos?" Hank asked, still refusing he had to work with Wank of all people.
2BDamned let out a sigh, for Deimos was being an idiot. "Deimos got lung cancer because of his cigarettes."
"What a fucking idiot. WHAT. A. FUCKING. IDIOT. I told that jackass that he'd get lung cancer." Hank sighed at Deimos's impudence. " "Don't worry about it." he said. "Nothing harms the Great El Demonio!" He said." Hank started to get more pissed with each second he imagined Deimos's cocky grin.
"AND WHAT'D YOU KNOW!? HE WENT AND GOT LUNG CANCER!"
"YIPPIE KIE FUCKING YAY! WHAT A GREAT FUCKING DAY!"
Hank started to have another instance of rageful outbursts, which usually would cause a genocide to happen. So 2BDamned tried to calm the man down.
"Calm down Hank. I'll curb stomp Deimos for you." 2BDamned said half jokingly.
Hank took some time to simmer down a little. "What about-" "Sanford's getting Deimos some new lungs." 2BDamned said, cutting Hank off. "Tch, damn it…" Hank said under his breath.
Hank then had to go ask for his "twin." "Winter Hank?" Hank asked for his "brother" also known as Nexus Experiment #667. "Last I checked, he was still deployed in Russia. Can't contact him." 2BDamned checked his M-5.1 to look for Hankerchief W. Wimbleton's file.
"...Can I please, just go alone?"
2BDamned crossed his arms and gave Hank a stern look. Quite obviously disapproving of Hank's decision. Hank took his mask off to spit on the floor, then put it back on his face.
"Dickhead." Hank said, before turning his attention back on the door.
Hank had his mood sullied, but to him it was another day in Nevada. Regardless, he still opened up the door to look at the mildly annoyed assassin. "Well that was rude, Hank. Is that how you treat a guest?" Wank said, with a slightly irritated tone.
Hank cocked his head back and responded, "Why yes, that's how I treat guests." Hank said in an even more sarcastic tone. 'This guy…' Wank rolled her eyes, as she thought about Hank.
Hank approached an old car that had its paint considerably worn down, but it didn't matter to Hank. Hank hopped into the driver's seat and invited Wank inside. "Nice car." She said in a sarcastic tone.
"This bad boy has been with me since I was in my 30's, don't insult it." Hank said, turning the stick into drive mode. "This car is from the 50's, sir." Wank said as she noticed the model Hank drove.
"I know. And this thing had been waiting for me after I got back from my deployment in Japan." Wank took her time to analyze the information and noticed what Hank was referring to. "You… didn't serve in WW2." "Yes I did." Hank countered her claim. "You didn't even do the math correctly. WW2 ended in 1945, not in the 1950's."
"Shut up, slut."
"I'm not even going to waste my energy on this. Just focus on the road, old man." Wank pressed her hand on her forehead, being tired of Hank's mind boggling brain.
Meanwhile back at Doc's place…
"Man, still can't believe that Hank didn't even mention me…" Victor said in disappointment. 2BDamned patted his shoulder and looked at him with a sympathetic gaze. "Tough world, ain't it?"
Some time-skip later…
Hank and Wank soon made it towards 2BDamned's marked location. It just looked like an ordinary agency base. Surrounded by more buildings in the middle of some bumblefuck town of nowheresville. It looked like one of the cities of Nevada, more specifically the headquarters of the ASA (Anti Smoking Agency.)
That gave Hank a good reminder about Incident:102A, where he and Sanford had to save Deimos's dumbass from the agency's dungeon. 'Ah, good times.' Hank thought out with a small smile.
Hank then snapped out the sentimental moment and got into the mood.
/ NINJA MODE: ENGAGED! /
Hank's goggles narrowed down, leaving only a small red dot in the middle of a black void. The goggles now resembled much more of a cat than a ninja, but who cares? No one would be complaining if they were dead, right?
Hank used the cat-like red goggles and tagged the enemies on the perimeter. The pinged locations helped Hank determine who was still alive, for Hank planned on nobody surviving.
"Well, then. Ready Hank?" Wank asked, taking a Bowie knife and an APC9K SMG from her holsters. Hank only looked at her before getting his Akimbo Uzis out.
"You take the east wing, and I got the west wing. We rendezvous on the rooftop."
"That answers my question." Wank said before engaging the enemy herself.
Wank pounced on an agent and stomped on his neck. She then unloaded her gun mag into the agent's face. Alerting the agency and signaling that it's time to attack.
/ WAVE 1 STARTED! /
REMAINING: 6
"Perimeter Breach Detected!"
Hank ran shortly after Wank and ran in to kick an agent in the face. The agent's jaw was shattered and Hank liked the satisfying noise. The agent crashed onto the floor and laid there for a minute. Another agent swung at Hank with a baton, but Hank used his uzi as a shield and used the second one to put a hole in the agent's chest.
The agent on the floor tried to get up, but his skull was obliterated after Hank stomped on it. Agent #3 came up and slashed at Hank with a sword. Hank kicked the sword out of the agent's hands, and started to violently bludgeon the agent's face in.
Agent #4 tried to shoot at Hank's exposed back, but Wank suddenly slashed at his throat. Wank soon noticed an ATP engineer and soldat behind her, ready to jump and kill her.
The soldat shot at her with an AR while the engineer spoke into the radio. "It's the assassins. Initiate the lockdown procedure, over." The engineer then put away his radio and pulled out a riot shotgun.
Wank evaded the bullets, but was only grazed by the continuous shotgun blasts. To solve this issue, Wank chucked her knife into the engineer's mask, and cracked the shielding. It didn't break the mask, but it did give the engineer a concussion. Wank then stormed towards the soldat, who gave the engineer his AR and unsheathed his knife.
Wank continued to press forward until she was at a distance she liked. She first slid underneath the soldat, and then swept his legs. The soldat quickly recovered, yet not fast enough to recover from Wank's second move.
She wrapped her arm around the soldat's neck and shot out the knees of the soldat. She waited for the engineer to finish recovering from the blunt force trauma. Once the engineer did recover, he immediately shot at Wank with no sense of care for his squad member.
Want turned her meat shield around and used him to absorb the shotgun shells, so she could get even closer. And once she did, she threw the now turned carcass at the engineer. Wank then grabbed the dazed engineer and ripped his mask off.
She used the sharpest end of the mask and hurled it to cleave the engineer's head in half.
/ WAVE 1 COMPLETED! /
REMAINING: 0
"And you're out!"
Hank shook some blood off his stained boots and looked back at Wank. "We're done here. Let's go." Hank dashed towards the base and scaled the entire building like a damn ninja.
Wank followed Hank as he went full on ninja mode. They climbed the building until they made it to the top.
Wank stared downwards at the roof's glass window. "Hank, what's our plan here?" Wank asked, confused why they needed to be up there.
Hank dug inside his coat and pulled out two grenades. "Take one of these tear bombs. We're going to drop it inside these vents." Hank tossed a grenade towards Wank in which she caught.
"Let me guess, we're going to flush them out because of our stunt down there?" Wank asked, already walking towards the ventilation shaft. "Exactly." Hank said, ripping the hinges right off and dropping the grenade in. Wank did the exact same, and watched as the panic kicked in.
"Ah, shit!" An agent said as he started to notice the sudden gas. "It's tear gas! I can't see shit!" The same agent said, with the gas starting to block out his shades. "Why the hell is it foggy?" The engineer asked, looking away from a circuit board.
"Well that didn't work, now did it Hank?" Wank said as she watched the tear gas did nothing. "Quiet." Hank said, cooking some fragmentation grenades.
Hank sprinkled in a generous amount and exploded any unlucky agents down the floor below. "Let's move it." Hank said, stomping onto the glass panels and jumping down.
"I'm not jumping that…" Wank said as she looked down at the 20 feet drop.
/ WAVE 2 STARTED! /
REMAINING: 16
"Where'd he come from!?"
Hank's rapid descent was stopped by an agent who just found himself under the boots of Hank. His skull was indented and a boot mark was embedded into the head.
Hank took the same Uzis out, and spun the guns, getting ready to take care of 15 agent gaggle fucks.
"I-it's Hank! Get him!" An agent called out, pulling a baton out. Hank rushed towards the agent and struck an axe kick to the agent's skull. The kick was strong enough to split the agent's skull in two.
Hank removed his foot from the brain, and heard the footsteps of an unknown target behind him, so without looking Hank shot at them with no type of care. The engineer behind him died without any type of struggle.
Some shutter doors opened up, and spawned around 12 A.A.H.W minions. Hank clicked his guns, and ran towards them. Hank first drop kicked the first asshole while shooting his guns at random targets. The momentum helped carry his weight towards the middle of the horde.
His gun blazing technique ended up obliterating the brains of two agents, and injured a handful of the remaining horde. A soldat raised his baton and swung down on Hank's chest sending him down to the floor.
Hank landed on his back on the floor, and was surrounded by guns pointed towards him. Hank sweeped the legs of an engineer, and caused the ATP to discharge the shotgun into his ally. The ally's head popped like a bloody pumpkin and blocked the shade of some other agents.
The minor distraction allowed Hank to get up and put the two uzis against a soldat's chest. The soldat tried to push Hank off of him, but Hank was the first to pull the trigger and turned the soldat into a blood balloon.
Hank was then shot in the back by a few .50 AE, it didn't hurt Hank all that much, but it still was a bullet wound. Hank instinctively swung his gun around and whipped the agent in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Hank stomped on the agent's chest, and shot even more 9mm into his head. Hank noticed the remaining 6 A.A.H.W that he still left alive. He turned his attention to them and crossed his arms.
Hank took his time to analyze his surroundings and planned accordingly. Hank decided he would get a collateral with the agents, and finish off the soldat with a head stomp.
Hank breathed in and breathed out, as he focused on his next move. 6 bodies just waiting to die.
Hank immediately drew his Uzis and fired upon the A.A.H.W. The first wave of bullets hit the agents dead on. The second wave of bullets only grazed the ATP units, but it was still effective enough to shred their Tac-Bar.
Hank saved the rest of the 9mm, and charged at the survivors of his onslaught.
Hank kicked the engineer in the face with enough force to crater his head. A soldat snuck on him and got a surprise attack on Hank, with Hank getting beaten down by a baton. 'This wasn't part of the plan…' Hank thought out as his ribs were getting broken by the continued strikes.
Hank locked the arm of the soldat using his legs, and gave an opening for Hank to exploit. Hank fired upon the legs of the soldat, causing the soldat to fall down momentarily.
Allowing Hank for a quick recovery, and dealing with the soldat by ripping his head off. An agent tried to crawl his way out of the Killing Machine's way, but he had noticed him.
Hank out the hot barrel of the Uzi on the back of the agent's head. Then he squeezed the trigger only for nothing to come out.
*click*
Hank's uzis then ran out of bullets…
Hank sighed and rolled his "eyes." "Ah, for fuck's sakes." Hank said, dreading the embarrassing moment. Hank placed one uzi on his other hand, and used his MAG-arm to rip out the spine of the agent. He swung the spine around before throwing it away in the trash can.
/ WAVE 2 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 1
"Alright, time to lift this lock… Wait a minute."
Some shutter doors behind Hank opened up and out popped an A.A.H.W Half-MAG. "HANK HAD BEEN FOUND. KILL ORDER… INITIATED." Hank turned back, and saw the bigger agent. 'Oh great. A bullet sponge, and no fucking bullets.'
A Half-MAG was extremely annoying to deal with. Not like Hank couldn't kill one of them, it's just that they absorb damage. What Hank needed was something that could shred through any organisms. Hank put his Uzis inside his back holster and took out his N9011s instead.
"Alright. Let's see you absorb this." Hank spoke as he cocked both of his guns. Hank spun his gun and prepared for the MAG rush.
Alas, the Half-MAG cocked his hand back and lunged towards Hank. The speed came as fast as lightning, yet not as fast as Hank's speed. The fist crashed into the wall and cratered it. Hank slipped past the fist, dodging the strike by mere inches, for he knew that strike could very well crush his bones.
Hank raised his pistols into the Half-MAG's face, "Fool." Hank then opened fire onto the agent's face at point blank. The speed and velocity of the bullets exiting the barrel burnt the face of the Half-MAG's. Not to mention the .460 magnum itself cleaving into the Half-MAG's greymatter.
Yet the Half-MAG didn't yield, not one bit. "RESISTANCE. IS. FUTILE." The Half-MAG used his free hand and swooped Hank's legs. Hank was then dragged under and slammed into a wall. Hank's back broke from the sheer amount of force and the wall started to crumble.
Hank coughed up a little blood, "Urgh…!" Coating the insides of his mask red.
The Half-MAG then kept on smashing Hank into the walls. Making Hank sputter a bit more blood each time and for his rage to slowly build up.
Hank, now bleeding from his back, used one of his escape tricks. Hank threw one of his pistols at the Half-MAG's shades, and knocked it off of his face. The Half-MAG dropped his guard and allowed Hank to reach for his shoulders.
Hank took his kunai out of its sheath and threw it into the Half-MAG's face, blinding it in one eye and loosening his grip. Even with the large gash, the Half-MAG didn't let go. So Hank's resolution was to just cut the Half-MAG to itty bitty pieces.
The problem was that Hank's arms were still bound, to fix this he called in a dirty trick. "Pocket sand, go!" Hank shouted as he pulled some sand out of his pocket and hit the Half-MAG in the face.
The Half-MAG recoils a bit, but just enough for Hank to grab his katana. He reached for the hilt of his katana, and used it to slash at the Half-MAG's hand off. The Half-MAG was forced to let go of Hank's body and backpedaled thanks to the pain of the decapitation.
Hank collapsed onto the floor, in exhaustion, "So… that's how it's gonna be?" Hank said, panting like a worn out dog. Hank's usual pale skin turned into an extremely dark tone with literal smoke exiting his mouth.
Hank snapped his stare into the Half-MAG's one eye and gave him a gaze powerful enough to snap a grunt in half. "Ohh… you're going to die." Hank reached into his coat and pulled out a syringe. More specifically, he pulled out a syringe filled with liquid adrenaline. He plunged the shot into his neck, and felt the sudden burst of energy.
/ Bullet -Time: Engaged!/
Hank's entire body shot out a strange miasma from the pores of his skin. It was black. Pitch black. The miasma covered Hank's entire body, and made his silhouette hard to see. The only thing that was truly visible was the two piercing red goggles.
The Bullet-Time was starting to fill Hank's very essence. The Half-MAG tried to lunge at Hank again with the other hand, but it felt like he was moving slower than a rock.
Then in a single nanosecond.
*SLASH!*
/ Bullet -Time: Disengaged!/
The Half-MAG didn't move an inch, not knowing what just happened. Within the small time frame, Hank had gone through the Half-MAG. Hank sheathed the katana and looked back at the Half-MAG.
"Check your balls."
The Half-MAG didn't even get a chance. As soon as he moved an inch, his top half of the body slid off the bottom half. "Fuck… I missed the balls."
Hank's miasma started to slowly disappear and dissipate.
Hank then stepped backwards and wiped his katana. "Alright, lockdown thingy." Hank picked up his dropped kunai and N9011, while making his way towards the painfully obvious lever.
/ WAVE 2 COMPLETED! /
REMAINING: 0
"As easy as punting a gruntling!"
Meanwhile with Wank
Wank looked at Hank's carnage, and observed him flick the lever. "Great, Hank lifted the lockdown." The assassin then took the ladder down, and found the front entrance. "This will be a workout."
Wank looked into an unsealed window and saw some sort of meeting going on.
Inside of the base, the agents inside were in a panic. "Hey Nexus Core! Go deal with the other one, and let us deal with Hankerchief." An ATP soldat called out, holding a radio to his ear.
The Nexus Core representative asked the A.A.H.W. "Oh? And what are we supposed to do? Stay back and let you all take the credit for killing the Killing Machine?" The Nexus Coreman lightly shoved the ATP soldat, but the soldat held onto his arm.
"Listen here…" The soldat brought the representative closer to his face. "We don't tolerate this type of behavior, nor does the Auditor. Come at me with that shit again, and I will filet you in front of your family." The soldat then shoved the representative away from his face.
The soldat started to arm himself before slightly looking at the representative. "Besides, you'll be dealing with one of our failed experiments. We call her Wank." "Wank? That's her name…?" The Coreman asked, trying not to laugh at the name.
The soldat looked at the representative in despair, as he started to remember why they called her Wank. "...Yes, but that's not the point. She is basically the female Hank. You'll get your bragging rights if you and your damn Nexus cucks, and kill her."
The soldat finished his sentence off by racking a new bullet into his street sweeper. "Squad Alpha, on me. We need to intercept Hank until Nexus Core can finish cooking up that new MAG." The Soldat signaled his fellow squad and ran out the door.
"This'll be a piece of pie." Said a Nexus soldat, coming out holding dual machetes. After saying that, a vent opened up from the ceiling and out dropped a flashbang.
"Flashbang!" A voice from the ceiling shouted downwards. The more experienced Nexus units ducked and covered from the unrelenting force of the flashbang. The unfortunate few didn't recognize the threat until the white flash blew in their eyes.
/ WAVE 3 STARTED! /
REMAINING: 21
"FLASHBANG!"
"MY EYES!" An agent shouted out, running into a wall after being blinded.
Wank dropped down from the vent, and stepped onto the table in the middle of the meeting room. Wank immediately shot down the blinded agent, and threw her Bowie knife into the back of the Nexus Core representative.
A Nexus soldat came out of cover and assumed control. "There. That must be Wank. All units, neutralize that whore." The surrounding Nexus Core units woke up from their daze and pointed their guns at Wank.
The units started to fire at Wank, Wank in response, cartwheeled backwards and flipped the table over. The bullets flew through the table, and grazed Wank a little. She started to blind fire from over the table and managed to kill three agents.
Wank took out her magazine and looked at the sad amount of rounds. 'Damn… I don't have many bullets left.' Wank took a peek out from the table and almost got her head blown off by an engineer holding a .308 sniper.
An agent had a genius idea to jump onto the table and try to fire upon Wank from the top. "DI-" The agent was about to fire at Wank's head, but Wank pulled him down and broke his neck. "Dumbass." Wank said, taking the agent's BNP-13.
Wank kicked the table and sent it hurdling into an engineer's head, giving him a concussion. Wank dived towards the soldat, and fired at the bottom of the soldat's jaw.
Wank shot open a hole in the soldat's jaw, and mag dumped the entire pistol. She shot until there was a hole big enough for her to reach her hand into. She reached into the hole and ripped off the soldat's head from the inside.
The action panicked some of the agents, and broke their mental guard. Wank used this small time frame to pick up the soldat's AN-15 rifle, and slung it over her back.
The Nexus engineer who had a table thrown at him recovered from the blunt force trauma, and saw the assassin who was opened for a shot. The engineer picked up his shotgun and shot a slug at her.
Wank heard the shot and instinctively dodged to the side. She dodged 5 pellets, but the 6th one hit her in the arm. Wank distanced herself before running on the walls towards the engineer and shooting him down with the APC9K at point blank. The assassin grabbed the engineer's shotgun, and opened fire at the agents still behind her.
Some of the agents took shelter behind some cabinets and tables. The three who were left in the open died tragically from Wank's gunfire. A Nexus soldat opened a door from behind Wank, and shot at her back. Surprisingly successfully hitting Wank in the back five times.
Wank's back stung a little, as the 5.56 entered her backside. Wank threw her empty SMG into the soldat's eyes, and shot him in the face with a shotgun slug. Wank was then under fire from behind once again, this time she predicted it and dove on the ground.
Wank fired her last slug, before throwing it into another agent's head. 'That hurts… ouch.' Wank thought out, as she felt her bloody back. Wank removed the AN-15 from her back, and counted the remaining Nexus infantry.
'One, two, five, twelve. Twelve more of these jackasses.' Wank though methodically. 'Let's see if they're dumb enough for this…' Wank pulled out a smoke grenade that looked similar to a flashbang.
Wank gave herself a small smirk, before chucking it over her head. "Flashbang!" Wank yelled as she threw it, lying through her teeth. The agents saw the flashbang and immediately covered their ears and mouths.
But instead of the deafening sound, the room was instead filled with smoke. "Shit! It's a smoke grenade!" A soldat said as they realized that they had just been played. Wank's white cloak helped camouflage her inside the smoke, and only added to the agent's dismay.
Wank came out from the smoke, and snapped an agent's neck, and stole his knife. A nearby agent fired at the figure, but she disappeared into the smoke and seemed to turn invisible.
The agents started to group up together, back to back. "Eyes peeled Nexus. She could be anywhere." A Nexus soldat said, keeping his swords in place. The agents all tightened their grips of their guns, and held their breath.
A Nexus engineer heard a faint noise in the background, "There!" He said, shooting at the noise, and effectively emptying his shotgun shells. He only heard the noise of a thud, which confirmed the death or injury. "Agents take the body." The engineer said, pointing towards where he shot at.
The agents nodded and moved towards the body cautiously. Once they made it to the location, they didn't find Wank's body, but instead the body of a Nexus soldat on the floor. "Friendly fire! It wasn't Wank!" One of the agents blurted out towards the engineer. "Damn… that sucks."
The engineer said, while having the other Nexus soldat breath down his neck. "Have you heard of trigger discipline?" The soldat asked, confused and angered at the engineer's action.
The engineer felt a cold feeling go down his spine. Then the engineer realized that it wasn't just a feeling. He realized that it was the cold touch of a knife. The knife protruded into the engineer's spine, and severed his entire system, killing the engineer instantly.
The Nexus soldat ran at Wank with the dual swords. He slashed downwards at Wank, and Wank used the engineer's dead body as a shield. The swords cut through the body, and almost cut Wank.
She cartwheeled backwards and fired at the soldat using the assault rifle in her other hand. The soldat dodged the bullet with his Tac-Bar, and got right up to Wank's face. The soldat swiped and slashed at Wank, only managing to get a few cuts and grazes.
Wank used the AN-15 in her hand to help stop the swords. She created an opening in which she could stab at the soldat, but a few pistol rounds were fired and went into her legs. Wank dropped her gun and staggered backwards. She threw her knife into the agent's head and saw the soldat about to strike.
/ Bullet -Time: Engaged!/
Wank did the same thing as Hank did, only this time it was whiter and much more foggier. The Nexus units moved towards Wank at an extremely slow speed. Wank lunged towards the soldat and ripped his heart out.
Wank then focused her sights onto the engineer sniper. She grabbed one of the soldat's swords and threw the blade like a javelin. The sword cut through the layers of metal and impaled the engineer to a wall.
/ Bullet -Time: Disengaged!/
/ WAVE 3 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 6
Wank noted that the smoke was starting to die down, and so was her cover. Wank grabbed the hilt of a sword and tried to finish the rest of the agents as soon as possible.
The agents finally saw who they were fighting, and fired upon her. The agents shot their guns which ranged in all sorts of calibers. Most of them being 50 AEs and 9mms.
Regardless of what the bullets were, Wank dodged the bullets and even reflected some until she was finally close enough to the agents.
She stabbed the closest agent in the heart and slashed right through him, cleaving through all the bones in her way. Wank's back was open once again, but this time she pivoted her feet, and threw the dead body at the agent about to take fire.
The agent threw his former teammate's body to the floor and continued to shoot at Wank. Wank only continued to dodge her way towards the group. With her being able to close the gap and rip the agent to shreds.
She grabbed onto the agent's deagle and pointed the handcannon to the others. She fired only 4 shots and took them all down. Each one of the shots splitting their heads in half, and painting the room red.
/ WAVE 3 COMPLETED! /
REMAINING: 0
"Imagine getting killed by someone named Wank."
Wank wiped a sweat from her brow. "That was a pain and a workout…" She said with a satisfied sigh. "Damn am I good." Wank complemented herself, looking at her work. Wank was about to find Hank's ass, but the doors around her required a lock to open. She didn't have the key, but she did have an idea of who had it. Wank moved towards a pile of dead bodies and moved it out of the way.
She threw some agent carcasses away from what she wanted, until she saw the representative. Wank grabbed the Nexus representative's dead body and looked for a keycard. She checked his pockets and yanked out a blue keycard.
"Hank's probably waiting for me." Wank said as she pointed the keycard towards the door she was about to head herself into. Wank placed the keycard into its hole and found Hank.
Except Hank was choking a soldat out with some carbon wire while on his phone. "Doc. What the fuck do you mean by "fall back!?" I just cleared out two rooms, you can't refund fucking bullets!" Wank only stood back and watched as Hank went on with his temper tantrum.
Hank furthered the choking by pressing his boot down on the soldat's head and putting the soldat's windpipe even closer to the wire.
Hank continued to listen to whatever 2BDamned was saying, "Calm down? Calm down!? You expect me to calm down. When YOU send me here to waste my time! I could've been watching Chainsaw Man or whatever, while enjoying some hot dogs!" Hank continued to argue as the wire was starting to dig into the soldat's skin.
Wank finally decided to step in and stop the argument. "Hank, stop wasting your time arguing with 2BDamned. We still have a paycheck to collect." Wank crossed her arms and stared at Hank. Hank nodded before turning back to his phone, "We'll continue this later." Hank then hung up on 2BDamned and focused back at the soldat.
Hank pressed his foot down even more and managed to decapitate the soldat with the wire alone. "You got an idea for where that generator thingumabob is at?" Hank tied his carbon fiber around his belts and got his MP5 out.
Wank nodded and cleared her throat, "It should be at the top floor. Unless these agents know what they're doing and hide it behind a wall." Hank cocked his rifle's slider back. "I think it's the former."
Hank kicked open a metal door and revealed a nice elevator. "Let's go." Was all that Hank said, going inside of it and tinkering with the hatch. "Why are you opening the hatch, and not riding it like a normal person?" Wank asked with a sarcastic tone.
Hank ripped the hinges off the hatch, and looked back at Wank. He mentally sighed as he really had to explain why he wasn't a normal person.
"One. I'm a 7 '4, jawless, eyeless, jackass who's gone through hell and back since 2003."
"Two. I was literally genetically engineered to be a literal Killing Machine. Both figuratively and literally."
"Three. My arch enemy is a zombified psychopathic clown who might be the smartest person in all of Nevada."
"Four. I've distorted reality several times, and me crawling back from hell isn't included in the list"
"Five. My right arm is more crab than Nexian." Hank flexed his right arm, and moved some of the spines and teeth protruding from his sleeves.
"Six. I'm a war criminal in over 56 places, the Mojave Wasteland being one of those places, and the other being Florida."
"Now tell me, what part of that is normal." Hank sneered at Wank with a cocky face under his mask.
Wank could only stare at Hank, "…" She tried saying something, but realized there weren't close enough things to consider Hank a functioning member of society.
"Exactly." Hank said as he climbed up inside the hatch. Hank took up position by hanging onto one of the elevator cords, and holding the MP5 to it, in case he needed to shoot the elevator down. Wank shrugged her shoulders and pressed the button to the top floor, before climbing into the hatch. Wank positioned herself like Hank had been positioned.
The elevator music had kicked in and now it was time for the awkwardness. "So… how was your day?" Wank asked as they slowly rode to the top floor.
Hank sighed and looked at Wank's lens. "I don't know, I just got resurrected, what would you think about that?" Hank replied with a mild tone.
"Mhm, that's great." Was all that Wank had to say after the random piece of information. The duo then noticed that they were getting close to the top floor.
"See. Nothing bad happen-" Wank was then cut off when the doors opened up immediately.
An actual hellstorm of bullets was then fired at the opened elevator door. The bullets showered the entire elevator.
Some soldat's armed with shotguns entered into the elevator looking for the bodies. "Shit, they weren't here." Was all the soldat said, before Hank shot the elevator cords.
The elevator then descended downwards before hitting the ground floor and exploding. "See what I mean? This is why I can't trust elevators." Hank started to climb the cord and up into a ventilation shaft.
He grabbed ahold of the vent and yanked it off, and dragged himself into it. It was an amazing sight to see a giant of a man cram himself into such a small hole. Wank was starting to see what Hank meant by distorting reality because not even she could fit into those vents that easily. 'Fuck it. I'm not going to give myself a tumor by thinking about it.' Wank joined Hank shortly afterwards.
The two crawled through the vents until they saw an exit. "There's probably some agents just waiting for us. Let's flash 'em." Hank pulled his hand towards Wank, asking for a flashbang. Wank handed him one of her last flashbangs, and Hank opened the hatch while slipping it in through a small gap.
Hank covered his eyes and waited for the sound to fire. "Ayo. What the fuck is- MY EYES!" Was what Hank heard as he had his eyes covered. Hank busted the vent down and landed on his feet. His first action was grabbing the agent by the collar, and throwing him into the second agent.
The two agents crashed into each other and landed perfectly for Hank. Hank positioned the MP5 in his hand to line up with the heads then squeezed the trigger. Putting a perfect hole in both of them with a single bullet.
Wank jumped down from the vent after Hank had, "Whew, nice shot." Wank said, clapping slowly. "I'm more accurate with SMGs than any other gun. It isn't that surprising." Hank responded with, turning his head towards the next door.
Hank kicked down the door and looked at a shit load of agents. "Holy shit…" Wank stared at the stupid amount of A.A.H.W and Nexus core cucks in the room.
/ WAVE 4 STARTED! /
REMAINING: 68
"Okay. You're royally fucked."
Wank looked at her deagle that only had three shots left, and a knife. "Hank. Can you give me a gun?" Hank grunted and reached into his coat, pulling out a full auto Glock. He also handed her a 100 drum magazine.
Wank took the gun and stared at its large size, "You going to explain how you fitted that?" Hank reached for his katana once again, "Shut up and kill those bald headed fucks." Wank nodded and holstered the knife and deagle.
"Highest number of kills wins $50." Wank said in a competitive tone. "You're on."
The pair of assassins ran full speed into the nest of agents. "Men! Open fire!" A soldat with an LMG shouted out towards his fellow units. The agents showered the two in bullets, but Hank cut about 80% of them out of the air while dodging them.
Only a few bullets slipped by, grazing his face and cutting into Wank's arms. The bullets weren't a huge deal, they could still make it towards their destination.
Then as soon as the two got close to their perimeter, a G03LM appeared. "Outta the way. Lemme handle this." Was what the G03LM said before taking his trusty minigun out. He spun the barrels of death and pointed at the two assassins.
"Oh shit! Bulldozer!" Hank said with his cat-like goggles widening for a second. He put the MP5 away and placed both his hands on the sword. Hank then got his sword into a shield stance and braced his arms for living hell.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
The minigun spat out bullets at Hank's chest, and didn't stop at nothing. Wank hid behind Hank and was trying to counteract the balance of Hank, for he was slowly being shoved backwards.
Normally they would've activated Bullet-Time, but they were surrounded by guns and bullets. It would shred whatever gauge they had left, and if they had to go overdrive mode it would destroy their bodies.
Hank's arms shook each second when a bullet hit his sword, it was a good thing that the Dragon Sword mk-2 was practically unbreakable. But it's quite the tradeoff when the sword is quite heavy.
The soldat sharpshooters saw the assassins stop moving for once. They took their spots and started to take potshots at the two, hitting Hank directly in the legs. "Fuck! Is this what Doc meant!?" Hank asked himself, still trying to reflect the minigun bullets.
Wank looked at the main source and had a bright idea. "Hank! Can you get angry!?" Wank asked, pointing towards the G03LM's position. Hank didn't understand what she meant, until a second later.
"I can't just flip a lever! I need to be really angry at something for it to happen!" Hank informed Wank still trying to deflect the bullets.
Wank now had to think of shit on the spot to insult Hank into going full Antipathy mode. If she doesn't, Hank's arm will soon break and will get mowed down by the minigun fire.
"Uhh… That one time when you got your ass wrecked by some blue haired midget!" Wank noticed Hank slightly twitched with annoyance, and figured that it was doing something. "Yeah, and he even rapped while dodging your bullets!" Wank randomly said.
"Okay. Let's not talk about that! Fucker wasn't even rapping!" Hank said through clenched teeth.
RAGE: 15%
"You've last to Christoff, more than you had actually beaten him!" Wank shouted as she was being shot at by the sharpshooters, one of the bullets hitting her arm.
"He was fucking cheating with those bullshit powers! It doesn't count! Hank's muscles tensed up and grip on the sword tightened even more.
RAGE: 36%
"2BDamned was the one to remove all the alcohol away from your grasps!"
"HE WHAT!?" Hank screamed as he noticed that he didn't have a cup of his favorite drinks. His face was starting to darken up, literally. His face was now becoming pitch black.
RAGE: 65%
It wasn't long for the agency to notice what they're doing. "Stop Wank! We mustn't let her piss Hank off! He's dangerous enough! Kill her now!" A soldat screamed at his squadron.
The agents nodded and focused their shots at Wank's head. "Shit!" Wank said as she dodged even more bullets. Wank took her Glock and shot back, getting rid of about 12 agents.
/ WAVE 4 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 56
"You have never actually killed Tricky!" Wank said, shooting more 9mm at the agents, without wasting her bullets.
"I! HAVE!" Hank said with his body slowly shaking and him being able to actually move forward.
RAGE: 93%
The G03LM was now slowly starting to sweat as he saw Hank slowly close the distance. 'This is great! Just one more insult!" Wank thought in her brain as she saw it visibly working.
"You lost to Sanford and Deimos in Nexus Core. Those two mercenaries who didn't come close to your skill, kicked your motherfucking ass, and you've never even evened out the score!"
RAGE: 100%
ANTIPATHY: ENGAGED!
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Hank roared out, and had his metal jaw unhinge itself. His metal jaw jutted out of his bandana and his goggles shined a permanent crimson red.
Hank with smoke starting to actually form from his head, bolted towards the agents without any sense of reasoning.
He dodged the minigun's fire easily and weaved through the small spread. He started to close the gap, then leapt to the air with the sword pointed downwards. He fell towards the G03LM's location and let his sword crush through the armor.
The sword went straight for the brain of the G03LM, and Hank furthered the punishment, by charging his MAG-Arm all the way up. The arm glowed a voltage blue color and Hank slammed the fist onto the hilt of the sword. Allowing for it to go through the G03LM's helmet completely.
The sword exited the helmet like a bullet and created enough of a distraction for Wank to join the slaughter. She followed the same path as Hank, and kicked a soldat, with an angled kick, breaking his jaw. She finished the soldat off with a few 9mm bullets.
Two Nexus soldats took out their swords and swung down at Hank. Just for him to grab the swords and yank it out of their grasps. "DIE." Hank said before impaling them with their own weapons.
Hank took his NK-33 out of his back, and slapped in a new magazine. He ran towards an agent, and shot him until his face was completely unrecognizable.
An engineer tried to hit with a wrench, but Hank hit the wrench away using the barrel of his rifle. He pulled the engineer closer to him and shoved the barrel of his gun under the engineer's jaw. "Goodbye." Hank then blasted the top half of the engineer's head off and showered the viewers with yellow blood.
A Nexus agent panicked and fired at Hank randomly. Hank threw his NK-33 into the skull of a soldat, who tried to snipe Wank. He cartwheeled over to the side, where he snapped an agent's knee and grabbed the agent's collar. Hank then rushed the firing agent with the other agent being used as a meatshield.
During this, Hank ripped the agent's ribs and got even closer to the other agent. He threw the agent body to distract the panicked agent, and also grabbed onto his collar. Hank lifted him towards head height, and used the former agent's ribs to rip into the agent's neck. Stabbing it until Hank's face was covered in red blood.
Hank viciously threw the agent's body in front of his allies and glared at them with a death stare. "I will rip you fucker's spines out from all of your asses." Hank spoke with venom, reloading every gun in his arsenal.
/ WAVE 4 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 48
While Hank was doing his thing, Wank removed the NK-33 from the soldat's skull. "Gee. Thanks Hank." Wank said, checking the magazine to count the bullets left. 'Twenty five bullets, ey?' Wank thought, before clicking the magazine back together.
Wank held the rifle in one hand, and the glock in the second. She stabbed the NK-33's barrel into the chest of an agent, and used him as a medium sized meatshield. The agents shot at Wank, but she used the shield as a way to protect herself.
She aimed down the sights and took a few crack shots into some of the sharpshooters from earlier. The NK-33 splitted the brains of whoever was shot by the 7.62 NATO rounds.
Soon enough Wank ran out of bullets, and had to drop the rifle. She pushed the agent's body out of her path and continued her armageddon with the Glock. A soldat appeared behind her and raised a long sword towards her. He swung down at her, and slashed at her hamstrings.
Wank recoiled, "AH! Son of a bitch!" Wank said as she felt her leg getting cut open. She grabbed the soldat's head and bashed his noggin into her own knee, leaving a large ass dent.
Wank took up the longsword and threw her glock away. "Men. Bullet's aren't effective. Engage in melee." A Nexus soldat said to his allies. The A.A.H.W did the same thing, and equipped their batons, swords, and knives.
"Come and get it then." Wank said, taunting the enemy with a hand sign. The agents did exactly as told and ran after her together. Wank stood her ground and held her sword tightly.
The first agent swiped at her sides and hit her in the ribs. Wank pulled him in closer and shoved the longsword into his heart. The second agent came in and swiped at her head, hitting her in the forehead. She retaliated and headbutted him hard enough to cause brain damage and picked up his baton.
Wank flourished the baton in her hands and kept on pushing the group. While walking Wank slapped the agency's shit so hard, that even the baton was starting to break. Wank's swings gave the agent's numerous broken bones and concussions.
On a Nexus soldat she ducked over his megachette, and swung the baton upwards. The force being strong enough to break the baton in half, while giving her a nice and sharp object. She pulled the soldat close to her again, and shoved the entire baton handle into the soldat's singular eye.
An engineer tried to hit her with the backside of his shotgun, but Wank was fast enough to whip behind her and yank the shotgun away.
She slammed the trigger and obliterated the engineer's head off. She turned her attention to the melee fuckers, and slammed the trigger again, but even faster. The bullets reduced the numbers greatly, but even then it still wasn't even enough to deal with all of them.
Wank held the shotgun's handle like a baton and used it to very well bludgeon her enemy to death. The heated barrel helped burn some enemies even if the handle made it hell on her wrist.
She then had enough of the "melee" weapon and threw it into the skull of the closest agent. Wank then armed herself with a metal pipe and bashed it into a soldat's skull. Wank was then met with a punch to the jaw by a second soldat.
Her arms grabbed onto the soldat's arms and judo flipped the soldat. Wank still had the arm in her grip and stomped on his face. Creating a bloody boot print on the floor, and an exploded face under her boot.
Wank's Tac-Bar and Bullet-Time was starting to wear down, worst of all she didn't pack as much as Hank did. She didn't have any adrenal shots to supply herself. Wank wiped the blood from her head, and got back into her stance.
Another agent raised his fist and tried to hit her in the face, but she caught the fist and kicked his shins in. She picked him up over the head and slammed the agent's head into the floor hard enough to leave only a large red mark.
Wank whipped around and smashed the visor of a Nexus engineer. The metal pipe then fragmented into a sharper edge, 'Good. A broken weapon was just what I needed.' Wank thought in her mind as she threw the pipe into the head of yet another agent. Wank grabbed onto the knocked out engineer and took his gear, consisting of a shotgun and a knife.
Two other G03LM came in next, one armed with an axe halberd. "Time to end this." We're the words spoken from the G03LM, a short sentence with one meaning. Wank channeled her Bullet-Time, for she would really need it for this cluster fuck of a mess. The second G03LM who dual wielded AK-47s, stayed further back, and watched her every movement.
/ Bullet -Time: Engaged!/
Wank quickly ran towards the gun wielding G03LM, and used her knife to stab into the slits. The helmet was just close enough to just stab into the eyes. Wank removed the knife and removed the helmet. Her next target was just 5 feet away, so she could quickly close the gap.
She jumped off the G03LM and landed on the other's shoulder. She placed her fingers under the helmet and removed it with a single push of her arm. She had a few more seconds of Bullet-Time left, so hey why don't she just kill the G03LM already.
Wank pumped the shotgun, and clip dumped the slugs into the G03LM's head. She fired all the shells, leaving the brain exposed to the outside oxygen. She reversed the knife grip and stabbed at the G03LM's brain until there was no brain.
/ Bullet -Time: Disengaged!/
Bullet-Time had burned out, and Wank was open for a full-auto blast. The G03LM fired the AKs, but there was a glaring lack of accuracy. By that, there was no accuracy since Wank had blinded the G03LM. She threw the shotgun away from her direction to trick the now blind G03LM, and the G03LM faced the way the noise came from.
"GRAH! There you are!" The G03LM said, firing at the empty shotgun. Wank took the time to gather her breath and pick up the axe halberd. It was heavy, but it would definitely get the job done. She raised it over her head and slammed it down on the back of the G03LM's head. The head split into two with one single motion.
Wank took another breath and looked at the remaining agents. "Fight me."
/ WAVE 4 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 15
Hank was still removing spines, and still killing. An agent shot at his back, but Hank slipped through the bullet and threw the spine right back at him with enough force to give him permanent brain damage if he lived.
Hank turned to his left and saw Wank getting beaten down by some agents. He decided it was time to assist Wank, waltz his way towards the body of the G03LM he killed earlier. Taking the Dragon Sword out of the G03LM's helmet, and removing a single N9011 from his holster.
Hank jumped over some rotting carcasses and landed on the face of an agent. He hopped off the agent and shot him directly into the face, and kept on jumping around like the parkour sweat he is.
Wank saw Hank coming and threw an agent towards Hank's speeding direction. Hank sliced the agent in half and continued his way towards Wank. His .460 taking care of most of his work.
The bullets made any heads explode, with the kickback of the guns being just as Hank liked it. He continued his path before being punched by the force of a Sanford and into the cement floor. "MISSION. TERMINATE HANK WIMBLETON." A Half-MAG said, removing his fist from the ground.
Hank rose from the ground with a single cracked lens. Leaving his red lights to be permanent. It was shining like a flashlight and casting a red light on objects instead of the usual fixed glow. Hank cartwheeled away from the Half-MAG. "You have one second to fuck off before I make you." Hank pointed his katana at the Half-MAG.
The Half-MAG said nothing and pulled back his fist. This time however would be different…
The Killing Machine allowed the Half-MAG to do his "little" MAG rush at Hank. The fist came flying in like a bullet, but Hank leaned his head just the right amount to evade the fist. He raised his foot and stomped on the Half-MAG's knee. Not just breaking it, but forcing an entire bone to be jutting out of it. Hank quickly used the katana and decapitated the Half-MAG's head in a single swipe.
Hank continued his way towards Wank for regrouping, until the ceiling started to crack. "What the fuck…?" Hank asked as numerous pieces of ruble started to fall from the ceiling. Wank noticed too and backed away from the ceiling's debris.
A Nexus soldat had a flabbergasted face under his mask and quickly pulled out his radio. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? WE ARE STI-" The soldat was then interrupted by a large piece of ceiling. The rest of the squadron was crushed by either large falling debris, or the MAG sized shoe. "Ah great. A MAG, hurray." Hank said in a unamused tone, his sarcasm showing.
/ WAVE 4 PROGRESS /
REMAINING: 2
"I… don't think that's just any MAG… You think that's Gestalt 2.0?" Wank asked as she observed the MAG that had purple piping around it. There were long blades on the MAG's claws, and the purple goggles peeking through the dust.
Hank then had his phone ringing. Hank "answered" it and was greeted by 2BDamned once again. "GOD DAMN IT HANK! THERE'S A FUCKING DISSONANT MAG THEY'RE TRANSPORTING! GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!" 2BDamned yelled at them.
Hank rolled his neck, and holstered his N9011. "Quit whining. We can take 'em."
"HAA-" 2BDamned screamed into the phone, but Hank hung up on him again.
Wank then notices the UI saying that there's two enemies despite the MAG crushing the rest of them. Who else could be alive?
*Clown horn starts honking in the distance.*
Hank's eyes widened up as he knew who the fuck was coming. "God… not this motherfucker again…" Hank said under his breath.
"Heheheheh!" A being in a tattered lab coat laughed in a glitchy tune.. It had bright red hair shaped as demon horns, and had green skin. A metal slab with a messily painted red X was marked on his chest.
The being wore a metal mask in the shape of a literal hockey mask. The mask had breathing holes that were oddly positioned on the top of the forehead, and a large smiley face painted on the bottom. The mask's eye holes were lifeless and held nothing inside of it.
"Clown." Hank said with enough venom in his voice to make a COD lobby seem like a hippy camp. The Clown chuckles, "Hey Hank! Give me some sugar!" The Clown said in a giddy attitude.
Hank then focused more attention on Tricky then the dissonant MAG. "Change of plans. Wank, kill the MAG. I'll handle Chuckles the Assclown over here." Hank took out the MP5 and looked at the Clown dead in the face. "Yes… a mano a mano! How exciting!?" Trick said, rubbing his hands like the goblin he is.
"Yeah, sure. Handle the 21 foot, walking nuclear bomb, nothing to be worried about." Wank said, with her eye twitching. Hank ignored her useless complaining and power walked towards the clown who was now sitting on a couch.
"Let's take this outside." Hank said, looking at the clown. Tricky knew what Hank meant, but wanted to continue to clown around. "Okay! You grab this side while I grab the other!" He got off the couch and pretended to lift up the side of the couch.
Hank grew a tick mark and grabbed the Clown by the skull. Before slamming him once in the wall. "OW!" Tricky said, as he got his head slammed into the wall. "Yeet!" Hank then threw Tricky out of a window, then chasing Tricky by also jumping out of the same window.
Wank looked in confusion, "Damn it Hank…" Wank then focused her eyes back onto the MAG. The MAG reeled its head back and shrieked into the air. The shout hurt Wank's eardrums, but the pain was only temporary.
Wank only had a knife left which complicated some things, but she was surrounded by weapons. Still she needed to be careful, for MAG's should never be underestimated since Incident:010A.
The MAG raised a hand and swiped dowards at the assassin, "RAAGH!" The slash made a large hole in the floor, but Wank was still able to dodge it. "Jebus… you need some anger management, mister." Wank then picked up two frag grenades from the dead soldat, and tossed one up to the MAG. It was swatted away by the MAG, and blew up next to Wank.
Wank rolled away from the grenade, getting out of reach of the shrapnel and explosion.. She looked back up to see the MAG staring right at her. The MAG raised the second arm and slammed it down towards Wank. Wank evaded by sliding under it, while picking up a shotgun. The assassin climbed up the MAG's hamstrings and reached the head. The dissonant MAG had its back of the head exposed, thus exposed to excess damage.
Wank shot all 8 shells into the head, hoping it would do something. The MAG wasn't as phased as Wank would've hoped, and the MAG reached towards the back of its head, grabbing Wank. "RAAGHH!" The MAG roared again before throwing Wank into the wall.
Wank hit the wall hard. She felt her back break, yet still one piece. Wank took a second to regain her backbone, and saw the MAG stomping towards her. The MAG stomped its feet onto Wank with the urgency to kill her.
She rolled away from the MAG and got away from the MAG's attacks. "This is going to be painful…" Wank examined her back injury by placing her fingers into her back, "Why is everyone attacking my back today?" Wank popped her spine back into place, and rolled her neck. "Round two."
Wank ran towards the MAG and grabbed another grenade from the floor. Wank cooked the grenade and like a quarterback, she threw the grenade towards the MAG's purple goggles. The MAG swatted the grenade away, but didn't swat the .308 Wank fired from a sniper. The bullet zoomed towards the MAG's face and went straight into the lens of the same purple goggles.
"URGH! RAH!" The MAG roared at Wank after she put a bullet into its eye. The wound leaked the dissonant blood, and spilled purple onto the floor. Its blood spilled onto the dead bodies, and the bodies started to twist and glitch, until they disappeared from reality itself. 'Gotta be careful then…' Wank thought to herself, looking at whatever just happened.
She then remembered that there was still a MAG. The MAG stomped downwards at Wank once again, and Wank dodged it once again. She shot at any fleshy parts of the MAG, letting the .308 cut into the muscle mass.
As soon as she felt that there were no more bullets in the magazine, she threw it away and searched for a new gun. When she turned around she was grabbed by the MAG, and was briefly stabbed in the side by the MAG. "Agh!" She screamed as the 10 foot blade went inside her ribs. Wank's side was on fire and most definitely going to be infected. But she didn't get this far just to die like this.
Wank grabbed a hold of her deagle and fired the last three shots. Shot one missed the goggle and hit the MAG in the tusk. 'Shit!' Wank mentally cussed as she missed one of her few shots. Shot two was closer but hit the perimeter of the goggles. 'Yep, there goes my brain's blood flow…' Wank thought as she was starting to have vision problems.
Wank fired a third time, she heard the MAG scream and the sounds of glass shattering. She took the grenade in her hand and threw it at the noise, hoping to get it into the MAG's goggles.
The MAG's head then exploded into a purple mess. Its head was now exploding, and the pipes located on its back started to release. Flowing with pure dissonance and dropping the substance all over the place. The MAG's body tumbled for a bit before collapsing on the large window, and falling from ten stories.
Meanwhile with Hank and Tricky…
"Urgh! You bitch!" Hank cussed as Tricky put new holes in Hank's mask. "That's for throwing me outta a building!" Tricky yelled at Hank, after punching him in the jaw. Hank returned the favor by grabbing Tricky by the shoulder and shoving the entire Dragon Sword into his gut, piercing through the armor Tricky was wearing.
Tricky gasped and coughed up some blood, "GAH! Damn you Hank!" Tricky yelled at Hank as he was raised into the air slowly. "Cya in hell, cunt." Hank said, taking his N9011 out of its holster and holding it out towards Tricky's forehead.
Tricky started to laugh, "HAHAHA! Yeah that'll be coming sooner than you expect!" Tricky laughed and chuckled. "Oh? You mind telling me the joke?" Tricky pointed his middle finger at Hank, "LOOK UP IDIOT! HAHAHA!"
Hank did what Tricky asked, and saw a 21 foot carcass falling towards them. "GOD DAMN IT WANK!" Hank shouted as he was about to be crushed by the dead MAG. Tricky continued to laugh while glitching his body to maximum outage. "BUH BYE!"
Tricky laughed, as the MAG's body exploded when it touched the ground and coated everyone with the dissonant blood.
Soon a purple explosion went off, causing the base to be destroyed completely, and for the Nevadan Killers to disappear… Only leaving a massive crater behind, and no signs of a base being there.
"This is 2BDamned calling Wank over… What's the status report, the MAG's vitals ceased. Are you there?" The "doctor" asked, trying to get a response from his mercenaries. Only to be answered by nothing…
"What the fuck!?"
A.A.H.W. FILE #1056
PROFILE'S NAME: Wank J. Wimbleton
KNOWN ALIAS/ES: Fem Hank, The Reaper in White, White Hank
AGE: 28 YEARS
GENDER: FEMALE
HEIGHT: 6 FEET, 7 INCHES (200 CM)
RACE: ASIAN AMERICAN (NEXIAN)
NATIONALITY: JAPANESE
HAIR COLOR: SILVER WHITE
EYE COLOR: PINK WITH A RED TINT
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Somewhere in Nevada
THREAT: OMEGA LEVEL (THE END)
AFFILIATIONS: Nexus Core (Unknown Assassin), A.A.H.W (A Dangerous Subject On The Loose), S.Q (Contracted Mercenary), Ceasar's Legion (Degenerate), Hankerchief J. Wimbleton (Fucking Slut. -Nov/23/XX).
PROFILE BACKGROUND: Supposed to be the weapon against Hank, and be a way for agents to stop complaining about there not being any girls in the A.A.H.W. Wank was engineered to be a Killing Machine like Hank, and surprisingly went smoothly… for a while.
A rogue hacker got their hands on the coding, and turned her restraints off. Since we didn't get rid of Hank's impulse to kill, she immediately started to brutalize us without mercy before escaping. During her time of freedom, she chose an attire that was made to look like Hank, yet differentiate from him.
The subject is known to be a bit more easy going than Hank, but it doesn't change the fact that she's a danger to us and Nexus Core. She's highly unlikely to show any mercy, but it has been shown only a couple of times. Worst part, we don't even know her intentions.
Estimated Survival Rate: 0.00056%
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: The results of her being genetically engineered like Hank by the process of [REDACTED] and the uses of the chemical known as [REDACTED] caused the to inherit the Bullet-Time. Just only that it's more stable and less potent.
The subject doesn't seem to wear much armor. Yet she's proven to be much tougher than her appearance, like A.A.H.W. File #84, Sanford Johnson. Don't underestimate her.
The J stands for "Jane."
PROCEDURE: KILL ON SIGHT. CAPTIVITY IMPOSSIBLE. KILL HER NOW!
(A/n: And that's time! Hope you enjoyed the "little" prologue I made. Updates might be slow, cuz school stuff, hope y'all enjoyed it slightly. Cya when MC 12 is posted.)
-LordDipstick
Date last modified: Apr/20/23