Shadows of War chapter 11
Edited by the infamous Richard (Ow, my face.)
A/N: I do not own gunslinger girl and this chapter will have waterboarding and darkness and more bloodshed
A loud blast echoed across the training room, the breaching charge leaving a hallowed hole in the training room door as the girls trudged slowly out onto the field, a red orb rising just barely up over the hill. Loud explosions of trucks in the distance put the entire tired crew on edge as David blasted truck after truck with his MacMillan rifle, each shot sending out a bark loud enough to stir Rico up from her slumber which ended far too early.
"For fuck's sake, David!" Rico roared out, nearly silenced by the rifle's barks; "If you don't suppress that goddamn gun, I'm going to unleash a beast of a dragon upon you unlike anything your dateless ass has ever experienced before!" David whirled around quickly, firing a shot beneath Rico's feet as she backpedaled quickly.
"A little morning practice never hurt anyone," David exclaimed calmly, his barrel still smoking from the shot. "Keeps you on your toes."
Rico snarled, rushing forwards to punch him, as Jean stepped in front of her, the full brunt of her fist crashing into his face. Jean stood his ground, his boots sliding slightly from the force of the hit, as Rico reeled back for another hit. Jean braced for impact, closing his eyes. After nothing happened, he opened his eyes to see the petite-framed Rico slung over the shoulder of the very large Richard, kicking and screaming as he merely hauled her off in the other direction. "Why would you sacrifice your freedom to beat up this piece of shit?" Richard stated, Rico still writhing angrily. "If you really want to settle a score with some asshole, just get my attention; I'll fix the situation quickly."
"What the fuck did you say about me, asshole!?" Jean replied, getting nose to nose with Richard, whose stern expression became even fiercer.
"My point is that you slid back from a half-assed punch from her." Rico gave him a sharp kick for the comment, making him wince softly. "A full power blow from me would rip you completely apart."
Jean riled himself up to fight, as David tripped him with his rifle.
"Hey, fighting the burliest man in the squad is fucking suicide. It won't make you look manlier; just a hell of a lot more damaged." Chris wandered up onto the field, sneaking up behind the crew of argumentative crew, and slowly snagged Rico from Richard's shoulders. Richard whirled around to see his girlfriend being Rena'd back into the base. Rico stared back down at Chris, blinking in disbelief.
"I'm not wounded, dammit! Why are you dragging me off of the field!?"
"Well, I'm no field medic," Chris replied, grinning softly. "But we need someone to wear the outfit, aaaand you are the cutest girl in the squad, soooooo… default pairing."
Richard, hearing the plan, whirled around to face Chris.
"Adorable outfit aside, bring back my girlfriend! Donkey Konging women is MY tactic!"
Chris grinned even wider, turning around.
"Face it, you know you want to see her in the outfit."
Richard began to make a rebuttal, but paused as he imagined her in the medical outfit.
"… Point taken. Take her away."
"You traitorous bastard!" Rico shrieked, as Chris hauled her into the barracks, her muffled shouts and detests heard across the compound as she was forced into the outfit.
Petrushka slowly wandered out onto the field, a soft yawn escaping her lips as she moved up to David.
"Hey, guys…" she stated softly, yawning widely as she ignored the loud bursts of gunfire. "So, what did I miss?"
A loud shriek sounded from the barracks as Rico rushed out of the barracks, the bottom battle maid skirt on, but wearing nothing but a bra as she rushed back onto the field, Chris rushing out after her. He quickly scooped Rico back up as Richard face-palmed, and Chris Donkey-konged her back towards the barracks.
"Uh… what is going on over there?"
Richard began flailing his arms excitedly, spinning her around.
"I-it's nothing! Don't worry about it!" he stammered, as Chris froze in place. He turned on his heel, placing Rico down, who rushed back towards the barracks to put her outfit back on.
"You!" he shouted, pointing to Petrushka.
"M-me?" she stammered.
"C'mere!" he shouted, as he rushed over to her, and did a ballerina lift, gently carrying her towards the base before Donkey-Konging her towards the base.
"W-wait! Put me down! Hey!"
"What? Why?" Chris stated, pausing.
"I forgot my vodka back in my room! I'm not going anywhere without it!"
Chris dangled a bottle in front of her face, as her eyes lit up like a cats when a shiny object is dangled before them.
"You may drag me anywhere!" she claimed, chugging on the bottle as she was dragged back into the barracks, Rico continuing her shrieking. Richard paused, hearing a sound, as he turned to David, who was humming a tune.
"Isn't that the theme from the original Donkey Kong?"
"Heheh, took ya long enough to notice." He chuckled softly, focusing on the trucks.
Chris continued making all sorts of noise as David continued to fire, until the base itself went entirely quiet.
"Hold up, I'm gonna go in and check things out," Richard claimed, slowly creeping towards the base. The inside of the base was completely trashed; monitors littered the floor, broken metal strewn across the halls.
"What the hell happened in here…?" He pondered, creeping slowly along the metal shards.
He looked into the changing room, a smoldering mess of burning cloth and scrap metal. A loud banging could be heard from a locker, as he slowly creeped towards the locker, opening the door, only to be thrown into the locker by a powerful force.
A long while later, Rico and Kleiss gathered together at the loading section for the testing trucks, Rico still in her medics outfit.
"Goddamn those two, putting me in this outfit…" She grumbled.
"Speaking of them, have you seen them today?"
"Actually, no. After Chris finished dressing me up, I didn't see him."
"That's odd," Kleiss responded, attatching the remote overdrive controllers to the trucks. "Nobody has seen him or Richard since Chris took off with you and Petrushka."
Rico scoffed; "Those two are probably off doing something stupid somewhere."
They both paused as the truck they were working on started up on its own, and began driving onto the field.
"Uh… Claes? Are you operating the controls right now?"
"N-no, I'm not!" She stammered, the vehicle racing out onto the firing range.
"Shit, we're heading right towards David!"
"Wait, who's that with him?"
A shot rang out across the field, smashing through the windshield of the vehicle, as Petrushka giggled.
"Holy shit, Petrushka's drunk, and firing!" Rico shouted, as the tires of the vehicle were blown out, lobbing them directly in front of David.
"Well, that answers one of the missing persons case." David stated calmly.
"Why in the hell are you letting her shoot drunk at the trucks!? Do you have a goddamn death wish!?"
"A better question is," David stated, pulling Rico up onto her feet. "Why were you and Claes on top of a training vehicle?"
Claes fiddled with her armband device, toying with the gun turret.
"Just trying to work on a way to make you a little less noisy, is all."
David paused, looking to rico, her medic outfit torn up and tattered.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where Richard and Chris went, would you?"
Petrushka giggled, waving her hand: "Ooh, ooh, I know where they are! I stuffed them into a storage locker in the changing room!"
David's jaw sank down to his waist. "You did WHAT!?"
A door came flying out through the open window of the base, clashing with the soil, as a man in a Donkey Kong costume, and another in a military garb unlike the squads stepped out, bloody and bruised.
"Ze operation… Vas a success." Richard stated, hitting the ground as his mask fell off and hit the ground, Chris lumbering over to them.
"God, ya gotta love her, but… this shit gets old."
A large figure sat at a desk, watching the squad commence with their drills.
"I should've guessed that using a drunken fool like her would've been pointless." He scoffed, smashing a bottle against the monitor.
"Look on the bright side; we always have 'that' on our side, y'know."
"Hopefully, we can use it without any problems, this time." The large man claimed, motioning a stewardess over to his side with a new bottle.
"Let's see how things play out; if things get hairy, we'll finish them off."
Chris and his crew looked to their "leader" for the day, watching for his hand signs to set up the breaching charges.
"We've only got five minutes to pull this off," Rico said, prepping the charges. "So you all need to be on your toes." The charges triggered as Chris raced forwards, popping the opposing guards in the face with extreme accuracy.
"Who needs five minutes when I'm bored as fuck in two?" he stated, lobbing a grenade through a window, blasting the last of the opposing squad.
"Time! Clear time: Three minutes, twenty-five seconds! A new record for this course set by Delta Squad: MVP award goes to Chris Augunstine for the clear!" Chris scoffed, holstering his weapon; "Typical. Anyways, we're done here. Let's roll out."
Rico stretched out, yawning. "Aaahhh… Finally, I can relax, and watch my shows. Ain't nothing better than a little TV time." She paused as they returned to their room, looking to her laptop.
"Well, maybe there is one little thing I can do…" She stated, logging into the Hell Correspondence website, and inputting a name.
"There, that should cover us for a while." She stated, sitting back to watch her shows, before falling asleep.
"Dante Allegari?"
"Here, sir."
"Ramon Travail?"
"Here."
"Chris Augustine?"
The room droned silently.
"Chris Augustine?" the voice repeated.
"He's not here, Mister Hillshire. Most of his group is missing today." Dante stated, Hillshire's face contorting into a furious rage.
"Where the hell are they, then!?"
Rico rolled silently off of her sofa, rubbing her head.
"Ah, shit… Hillshire's class." She wobbled over to the shower, lobbing a shampoo bottle at the sleeping Richard on her sofa, as he sat up.
"Ow! What was that for!?"
"We gotta go to class, dude. Hillshire's gonna be an ass if we don't show up again."
She hopped into the shower as he slid on his pants, Chris and patrushka rushed by, with toast in their mouth.
"Hurry up, Richard! There's no time to watch Rico shower!" Chris shouted, bo duk'ing his way through the window.
"I've got your watching her shower…" He grumbled, rushing out to his ride, sliding into the car.
"Rico, hurry up!" Chris shouted, honking the horn. "I don't want to deal with Hillshire!"
"For fuck's sake, I'm coming!" she shouted, her hair still dripping wet as she hopped into the car, patting the door twice, as the vehicle peeled out towards the school.
Rico looked out the window as they flew down the road, the armored vehicle smashing any vehicle in the way off to the side.
"Huh…?" Rico stared at the roof area of her classroom, a woman in black placing a bag onto the roof before disappearing into the darkness.
"Stop the car." Rico exclaimed.
"What? Why?" Chris stated, as a soft beeping noise reached his ears.
"Oh, fuck! HIT THE DECK!" He shouted, as a large shockwave wracked the vehicle, a large smoldering hole appearing within the building.
"Oh… shit! Wasn't that where Hillshire's class was?"
"Wasn't that a member of the Hell Correspondence on the roof?" Claes responded, looking around.
Whoops… I didn't think he'd be in the classroom… Rico thought, looking at the rubble.
"Eh… hold on, gotta take a leak." Richard claimed, hopping out of the vehicle.
"Meh, let's roll back to the base." Chris stated, turning around and heading back to the compound.
"Yo, boss." A voice came from behind the chair, a tall, skinny man appearing from the shadows.
"Well? Did the device work?"
"Yeah, he came all the way here, as expected." The lanky man said, grinning. "We'll have him prepped for the assault squad in a few minutes."
"You better make sure this works, Rookie." The large man grunted, watching his monitors. "If he screws up, it'll be your ass on my wall."
"Ey, don't worry about it. I'll wipe his memory before the run. He'll be juuuust fine." The large man waved him away, the lanky man diving back into the shadows.
"You may have destroyed my operation in Turin," he grunted, clenching his fist at the squad leader on the monitor. "Let's see how you like being attacked on your home turf!"
Chris and Petrushka hopped up out of their bed to a loud explosion rocking their building, fire licking past their windows.
"What the fuck was that!?" Chris shouted, rolling over his bed, and grabbing his gun.
"Looks like we have a few raiders attacking the compound." Petrushka commented, prepping for battle.
Chris threw a grenade out the window, following shortly out after the explosion, smashing the butt of his gun into the opposing officer's face, aiming his gun at a member with his back to him.
"If you want to keep what little bit of dignity you have left, turn the fuck around!" He said, pointing his weapon at the back of the opponent's head.
"Sorry, kid." A gruff voice said. "But I won't be taken out by some wannabe sharp shooter."
Chris paused, as the man began to flee. "Is that…?"
As he jumped to get away, a beanbag round thudded against the back of his head, causing him to slam face-first into the ground, and sparks flying from the shot.
"Gh! Dammit!" He groaned, catching his footing as he rushed away, leaving a mix of oil and blood as he fled. Claes tilted the turret on the roof, firing at the fleeing vehicles.
"God, they were ridiculously weak." Rico stated, racking her riot shotgun.
"Well, yeah. Your boyfriend was probably leading the charge." Chris stated, holstering his gun.
"W-wait, does that mean…?" Rico paused, her hands shaking slowly.
Chris nodded softly. "I can't prove it was him, but… it was certainly like him."
Jean wandered out, fully suited up: "C'mon, gang. Class just went into session."
"Ah, goddamn you! You got blood and oil on my goddamn carpet!" A large man shouted, throwing his glass of wine at the broken face of Richard.
"Can't help it," He stated, leaking oil and blood from his wounds. "This place is a goddamn shithole. We barely have a hospital, let alone a best buy-"A servo in his head twitched, as he began repeating himself.
"Best buy, best buy, best buy, be-" A sharp crack resonated across the room as a bottle hit him in the head, the servo snapping back into place. "-Circuit City."
"For fuck's sake, he's all torn up and beaten!" The man shouted again, slamming his fist onto his desk. "Can't any of you idiots fix this thing!? It's goddamn annoying!"
"We'll see what we can do." A small man in a white lab coat stepped into the light, leading Richard into a small room. He was strapped to a table, and connected to a small device that measured his vital signs.
"This will only hurt a bit." The man in white said, lifting a scalpel and screwdriver, as he set to work.
"…and that's the situation." Jean exclaimed, leaning over his desk as the school nurse treated Hillshire's burns.
"Ow! Watch the wounds, you klutz!" Hillshire barked, the nurse unamused.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you mean these wounds?" She stated curtly, digging her fingers into the scorched flesh.
"Ow! Bitch!" Hillshire growled, staring daggers at the nurse.
"Can you two stop fucking around and focus on the task at hand!?" Jean shouted, pausing as he heard a soft singing voice.
"… It's the May of 1941 and our war has just begun… we have the biggest ship that has the biggest guns…" Rico sang silently to herself, her Ipod light blinking softly in the dim room. Jean slammed his hand down on her desk, Rico slowly gazed up at him, her eyes a soft glaze. Petrushka saw the ipod and asked "what was that?" and rico answered It was a German battleship and it had the biggest guns" and petrushka asked "what happened to it" and with visible annoyance held up her iPod stating "Gee I don't know what the fuck do you think stalin?!" which got petrushka slapping her
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rico! Are we not entertaining enough for you and petrushka can you shut the hell up!?" Jean screamed, a howling of laughter cutting him off as Chris fell out of his chair then gave jean the middle finger.
"Oh no, it's entirely funny, especially because Hillshire deserves it and up your!"
"Oh, fuck you!" Hillshire screamed, Jean clenching his fist so tight, that it became a phantom white.
"LISTEN TO ME!" Jean shouted, smashing the teacher's desk with one blow, splinters of the desk flying everywhere.
"Jesus, Jean. You need this more than I do." Petrushka stated, holding the bottle out to Jean. "It'll calm your nerves."
"No, I do not need a goddamn drink!" Jean shouted, smacking the bottle away. Petrushka panicked as the bottle flew out of her hand, Chris raising his hand to catch the bottle. "Tank you!" Chris stated, chugging the bottle. "I just want to get this damn briefing done and over with, so we can get some goddamn work done!"
"fiiine, just stop breaking my shit." Hillshire stated, as Jean projected a holographic map onto the broken table.
"After your little incident at the old boarding school and psyche ward," Jean flashed a glare at Chris, who shrugged. "Hey, I didn't do half of that stuff. Richard was the one who instigated half of it."
"And why do you think we're here, hmm?" Jean inferred. "Aren't we here because of same said asshole?"
"Fuck, I dunno! You've been sitting here arguing with whats-his-tits over there this whole time, so I don't even know why we're sitting here!"
"Honestly, if you're going to have an argument about someone who's not even here, at least give them a chance to defend themselves before you ball-bash them."
Chris and Jean spun around to the open window, looking for the person who just spoke.
"Wait… did you hear that just now?" Chris stammered, Jean sighing.
"No, I heard it, too. It's hard to claim delusions when two people heard it. It's like the asshole just left us a memo…" as if on cue, a piece of paper slowly drifted into the building, with a crude drawing of an anime character pulling down her eyelid with her tongue sticking out, with a signed note below, reading simply; "Sticky Note!"
"Yep, that's his handwriting…" Rico sighed, noting the stupidity. "So, has he gone tango, or what?"
"Well, that's what we don't know." Jean stated, pacing. "If he had gone rouge, he would've fired upon us with malicious intent, but…"
Rico and Claes chimed up together; "He couldn't hit shit!"
"Which makes me wonder if his main servos were damaged by the enemy…"
A puff of smoke floated into the air, as Chris lit a cigarette.
"Honestly, that's not much to judge off of. He was a piss poor shot beforehand, too."
"And what difference does it make?" Jean pressed.
"If he was hacked by an enemy to be a weapon, don't you think he might be even a little bit better of a shot?"
"What, are you saying you think he went rouge?"
"Nah, I doubt that." Chris said, taking a drag of his cigarette. "He's probably just a little jarred. Rico placed a pretty round to his central processor. He's probably a little jarred now anyways where were we?"
"Are ya done yet, doc? I'm sure they'll be coming this way soon, and we'd damn well better be ready for them."
"Don't worry, sir. He'll be up and set for orders before you know it."
"Don't disappoint me, doc. You know what will happen if you do."
The doc just nodded silently, and continued cutting and replacing parts.
"Yo, Doc. Did I miss much?"
Rookie stood in the doorway, sipping on a small wine glass of a purple liquid.
"I didn't know you drank wine, Rook." Doc chuckled, stitching skin back over the places he had cut.
"Oh, I don't drink alcohol. The butlers had to substitute his wine for grape soda, due to budget cuts."
He cracked a smile, twirling the drink. "He was so pissed."
"Heh, I can bet." Doc replaced the broken face panel, screwing gears into place. "So, how goes the special search you set out for on boss?"
"Well, you know… his unusual obsession with the two commanders of the AFO Raiders, his habit of breaking wine glasses… nothing we didn't know."
"Yeah, weird little quips, aren't they?" Doc responded, handing him a manila folder. "Here's the file you asked me to get for you. Mind if I ask why you were looking into this?"
"Well, you know…" He quickly flicked his drink into the open section of Richard's central processor, sparks shooting out all over the place.
"What the hell are you doing!? Boss will kill me if he finds out what happened here!"
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about boss being mad at you…"
Doc didn't even have time to retort as his midsection was split, his torso split into two halves as he fell into bloody pieces on the floor.
"… My new toy will be more than happy to take care of him for you."
As Doc's central sight slowly faded, the last thing he remembered seeing was a broken, mangled face… and a wicked grin.
As the vehicle pulled up towards the compound, Rico stared out the window, unfocused on the task at hand as she thought about their mission.
"Your location is an old junkyard area. It used to be an old meat packing district, so you might find remnants of the old buildings scattered around the yard." Rico gave a soft chuckle, thinking of Richard as she spoke. "Heh… Cleaning… always cleaning…" Jean simply shook his head, opening the gun vault behind him.
"You know who you're up against, so you'd best get to training with your weapons."
"Hey, Rico." Chris responded, jarring Rico back to her senses.
"Y-yes?" she stammered, her gun spinning.
"We're here. You remember the plan, right?"
"Yeah, I got it." Rico steeled herself, following Chris and the other units out into the field. Claes held up her hand, stopping the squad. "Uh, you guys might want to see this…" As everyone gathered around, they spied the burning compound, and the torched surroundings.
"What the hell happened here?" Rico stated, her comm. unit blaring with Jean's voice.
"Looks like something in him finally went ballistic. Split into two squads, and scout the area. Chris, you and Petrushka take the Lambo. Claes and Rico will scout the heavily damaged areas."
"Right, let's set up an- oh, shit." Chris and Petrushka dove headfirst into the lambo, as a large cruiser missile tore the ground between Claes' vehicle and theirs, Chris quickly starting the lambo, and tearing off to avoid the explosion… that never came.
"Tch. Just a dud." A voice resonated as a shadowy figure leapt onto a nearby roof, listening to the argument between David and Etta.
"Why did we get set up so far away from the action? I can barely see shit from here."
"Hey, look on the bright side; we're less likely to get attacked from here."
"Yeah…" David sighed, as the door slowly slid open.
"Hey, did you hear something?" Dave stated, not looking up from his rifle.
"Hold up… the door just opened. I'll go check it out." Etta slipped out of the room to check the hallway, as Dave felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Heh, good try, asshole," David quickly slung the figure over his shoulder, and out the window; "But I'm not someone to be fucked with!"
"Well… it's been a long time since we've been separated from the squad like this." Petrushka stated, fidgeting slightly.
"Yeah, and?" Chris said, watching the windows.
"Well, you've just been so busy with work, I just thought that we…" Petrushka adjusted her top, as Chris held up his hand.
"Not in the lambo, we're not."
"Oh, come on, Chris. I'll keep it clean~" She stated, smiling softly.
"Gah, fiiiine. Just don't get any on the leather seats; that shit won't come out."
As Petrushka climbed over onto Chris' lap, she shifted continuously in his lap.
"This is… really uncomfortable." She stated.
"Well, I didn't really expect to have… this happen."
"I told ya we should've taken the convertible."
A loud, psychotic laugh rang out from above the car, a person diving towards the roof.
"Did somebody mention a convertible!?"
A large frame slammed into the roof of the lambo, peeling back the roof, and revealing Petrushka with her shirt lifted up, and Chris with his jeans unzipped.
"Wha… you!?" Petrushka shouted, a wicked smile returned to her.
"ME!"
"HELL NO!" Chris shouted, reaching for his .45 and blasting him in the forehead, as he giggled with excitement as blood and oil leaked from his head.
"Look, look! I can do flips!"
He landed onto the ground, dragging his hands against the ground as his bladed appendages gritted against the cobblestone.
"Did ya miss me, sweetheart!?"
Chris leaned out of the now open roof of the lambo, searing with rage.
"You… just tore… the roof off of… a $400,000 lambo…!"
"Yeah, your point is?"
A rapid burst from an old M14 cut through the air, bullets skipping off the rusted metal appendages as Chris yelled; "not even I am dumb enough to do that, you… you… TWAT!"
He laughed as bullets tore into him, slicing away at the few bullets he cared to slice.
"Sorry to leave you high and dry, kids, but I gotta bounce! I still have to pay one sexy piece of ass a visit! See ya!"
"Wait… but I'm already here! Where are you going?" Petrushka stated, as Chris fumed even more, firing a good shot to the back of his head. "GET BACK HERE! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Claes sat atop the turret to the armored car, tapping her fingers to a rhythm on the turret gun panel.
"Great… we just got separated, and we've seen no action since we rolled up."
A voice rang out from across the building alleys.
"Did somebody ask for some action!?"
"Oh, god yes." Claes responded, rotating her turret cannon as the figure landed onto her turret, and kissed her forehead softly, her face flushing a bright red.
"H-hey! Richard, what the he-" Rico began to protest, as he lunged headfirst into the car.
"Hi honey, I'm home!" Rico unleashed a yelp, followed by a soft gasp as the vehicle jolted.
After a good segment, both Claes and Rico got back into position, their hair and glasses a mess, as Claes breathed heavily.
"G-Goddamn you…!" She stammered, unleashing a heavy burst of gunfire into his body, as he laughed, and shifted between the few bullets he could manage.
"Oh, come on! Wasn't it good for you, too!?"
Claes fixed her glasses, her anger building as her targeting skills became more precise, hitting his joints to prevent movement.
"T-T-that's not the point! Don't drag me into your heat-of-the-moment antics like that!"
Rico poked her head out, wiping the exited drool from her face.
"Heh… but you don't deny that it was great, eh?"
"S-Shut up!"
As Claes ran out of rounds, Richard slowly attempted to move, his joints all severely damaged as his wicked smile grew wide, but was interrupted by a loud ringing sound. His smile faded as he hit the ground, Chris dislodging the spent shell out of the rifle.
"That was for my roof… asshole."
Richard slowly tried to stand up, bleeding profusely, and leaking oil all over.
"Ow… what the hell was I doing?"
An engine revved behind him, as his eyes widened.
"Oh, god, no-"
The lambo slammed into him, his body spiraling and slamming hard into the side of the armored vehicle, Petrushka breathing heavily, her jacket still barely exposing skin.
"That was for delaying my fun time!" She stammered, as she fixed her messed up hair.
Chris slipped out of the vehicle, and kicked Richard in the side.
"Hey, are you dead?"
"…Ow…"
"Nope, not dead." He paused, and turned to the girls.
"HEY, KIDS! WANNA SEE A LIMP BODY!?"
"Gh… you… traitorous… bastard…"
Rook sat on the battered chair, looking at the blood-soaked monitor with disgust.
"Looks like his servos got fixed… Well, fuck. Looks like I'll have to find myself another model to use."
Rook took a step towards the elevator doors, and turned towards the half of a man bleeding on the floor.
"Who's the rookie now… bitch?"
As Chris and the others loaded the mangled body of Richard onto the roof of the armored car, a loud explosion shook the compound.
"Jeez, two bombs in one day? We should change our class to the goddamn bomb squad." Dave retorted, hopping onto the roof of the armored car (and Richard's face.)
"Hell, let's head home. I'm tired, and I need you to fix his body so he can stand up again."
"I'm pretty sure his body is the only thing that needs help standing up! Hey-O!" Claes shouted, as she dry-humped the air, hitting the trigger and firing a blast into Richard's head.
"Can we PLEASE stop hitting my head!? My brain doesn't need any more help dying!"
"Hold on, stop the car." Taylor said, as chris slammed on the brakes.
"OH, FOR FUCK'S SA-" Richard shouted, launching off of the roof into the dune.
"What's up, Taylor?"
Taylor slid out the window, rolling Richard over onto his back as she pulled a Mason jar out from under him.
"Hey, check it out! He found my jar of dirt!"
Taylor rolled around laughing with her jar, as Chris and Claes hopped out of the armored ride.
"He's lost quite a bit of blood, Chris." Claes stated, looking to Chris, as he pulled a bottle out of his bag.
"Don't worry… I've got the perfect remedy."