Howdy cultists, I made some cover art on my phone. I feel good about myself now. Oh and btw, I've been holding onto this chapter like the asshole I am. I coulda released this a week ago, BUT I DIDN'T!
Also chapter 3 is still in the making, but I'm just procrastinating. Review responses had been moved to the bottom btw.
EMAIL SENT TO ALL S.Q MEMBERS WITHIN THE OUTSKIRTS DISTRICT
Attention Status Quo personnel
2BDamned will be out for the time being. He'll be recovering some lost assets for us, and it is estimated that he won't be back for a few days. If you operate in the area, then pretty please go to your closest S.Q handler.
We still have a quota to make.
Until he gets back we are to continue business as usual. The only difference being that he won't be able to save your sorry ass if you're terminated. Make sure your senses are dialed up to 11 or get torn apart in Purgatory.
Also, S.Q personnel "Dedmos" is NEVER allowed back in levels 5-A to 10-A or anywhere near Wank. And I KNOW you're bitch ass is reading this, you fucking Man-Child.
You sent 1 TB of porn on every single Status Quo network as a funny "joke." Not to mention the fact that you just so happen to have 1 TB of fucking PORN stashed on your damn hard drive.
It took us an entire month just to clean up the mess and FIVE FUCKING YEARS to find out that you were behind it the whole damn time. I should kick your fucking ass, but I don't have the permission to go into 2BDamned's house.
We are NEVER trusting that jackass alone for five seconds.
Also, please stop flirting with Wank, she's going to rip your heart out. She's just as good as the Killing Machine, I don't know why you idiots keep on trying to make moves on her. She had just killed Darren earlier this week after he tried to slap her ass. I know how much of you weirdos have a dommy mommy fetish, but this is just plain stupid.
And as usual, report anything that is out of the ordinary. Once done, take them out swiftly and efficiently.
-Sincerely Bossman
Chapter 2.5
Elsewhere in Nevada…
Somewhere in the Outskirts of Nevada…
Hundreds of bandits were pacing and gathering in gathering spots spread across the Outskirts of Nevada.
"Boys!" A bandit called out to his fellow scavengers.
The bandit stood next to a statue of the MAG bandit made out of scrap metal. Hundreds of bandits attended the meeting and they were covering the streets. The bandits held candles in their hands, and as tributes, they offered scraps of food.
"It's been years since our baby went missing!"
The bandit then pointed at a doll of the MAG Bandit. The bandits started to tear up at the mention of their lost MAG.
"We're all gathered here to 'member our good times with our boy!"
The bandits then all started to mourn for the missing MAG bandit, whose fate went unclear. The bandits cried into the Nevadan sky, missing their child that they had raised since he was a rejected MAG.
Then they all started to place their gifts on the MAG sized statue of the MAG bandit.
They then started to pray, "Please bring back our baby boy!" The bandit preacher cried once again, raising his hands into the air.
Then they heard a large thud. A thud that didn't sound like any ordinary thuds, but something MAG sized.
"What's that!?" A bandit asked in surprise, getting out of the praying position.
Then they heard the thuds coming closer. A bandit gasped, "Can it be!?" Then more bandits started to look for the source of the noise.
Then they saw the thing they wanted the most. "IT'S HIM! IT'S OUR BABY BOY!" The bandits shouted in unison, running towards the MAG, and hugging the seemingly uninjured MAG.
"MY FAMILY!" The MAG shouted back gently scooping up the bandits and hugging them.
While the bandits were all in a group hug, one of them decided this was a momentous occasion.
"Hey! This is the time of celebration!" A bandit preacher said, holding up some guns. "Yeah! Let's feast at Burger Gill's!" Another bandit shouted with his fists in the air.
"What do you say, big guy?" A bandit tapped the MAG's boot.
"YES!" The MAG shouted, lifting his arms, and hearing the cheers of his bandit family.
Then they all started to run towards the borders of MERC, ready to grab a bite or two, with the money they had accumulated over the years of ambushing the A.A.H.W.
Then the bandits looked up to see an entire shit show happening right above them. As well as a soldat landing right beside them and splattering on the ground.
"What's that?" A bandit asked as he looked at the scene happening near them.
"I DON'T KNOW. I'M HUNGRY." The MAG said nonchalantly, ignoring the dogfight that was happening above their heads.
"Well ya heard 'em. Let's go before he gets hungry!"
A bandit pointed towards the MERC borders, and all the other bandits resumed their march towards the sacred Burger Gill's location.
1 minute earlier…
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Dedmos shouted.
The Black Hawk they were riding was straight up on fire. The seats were flaming, they were missing a propeller and the engine was smoking. They were all twirling around in the air, spinning to their doom. Sanford was holding onto Deimos, seeing as he would probably be the lightest one of them all.
While Deimos was trying to hold onto his consciousness, with how fast they were spinning, he was sure he was going to pass out any second.
Dedmos was holding onto his seat belt and was trying to light a cigarette to help calm his nerves, but the helicopter turbulence wasn't helping at all.
2BDamned had a firm grip on a hinge, he tried to hold his ground. Yet the turbulence would prove too hard to overcome. 2BDamned was thrown against the doors of the Black Hawk and injuring his spine.
The engineer flopped around the insides of the Black Hawk, stopping once he had found something to hold onto, that being another seat. Then the helicopter finally crashed, nose first.
It tumbled around on the floor, throwing everyone inside as well as ripping itself apart. The passengers were hitting every single crevice of the helicopter, with no signs of stoppage. Parts flew everywhere grazing them and ripping into their skin.
2BDamned was launched from the seat and slammed his head against a window of one of the doors.
The windows broke from the force and shards entered his scalp, blood poured from his head and out onto the ground. He was slumped against the frame of the window, left to bleed to himself.
After one last tumble, the helicopter finally stopped, but was now upside down. Everyone inside was likely to be dead, if not they were at least in a coma.
Meanwhile on an edge of a cliff, a soldat was watching from afar with a rocket launcher in his arms. He pointed the rocket launcher down towards the floor, and gave the spotter next to him a nod.
The spotter understood what he meant and looked at the crash with his binoculars. He saw the wreckage and no signs of life. The helicopter was wrecked. In-fact wrecked may have been an understatement to describe how torn the helicopter was.
The spotter placed his binoculars down and faced his superior. "They all seem to be dead, S-8368."
The soldat spat on the floor, "Hmph, I'll believe it when I see it."
The soldat put down the rocket launcher and took out a rifle. He looked over to his team of agents and engineers behind them.
"Agency, investigate the crash site. We are dealing with accomplices of Hank Wimbleton. They must be terminated at all costs."
The agents saluted, "Affirmative, sir!"
The team would then hop onto their vehicles, now that they were being dispatched to check out the crash site, where the members of Status Quo supposedly laid.
In the crash site…
"Urgh…My head…"
2BDamned awoke from his coma and rubbed his head. His head stung a lot, way more than it should usually. He touched his dome, but immediately retracted his hand.
The pain caused throughout his systems. He had lost more blood than what he would've wanted, but the good news was that the blood loss wouldn't be enough to put him six feet under.
He got off the window frame and tried to find an equal ground where he could actually stand up. But when he even tried moving, he immediately collapsed onto the floor.
2BDamned: 90/2750 x0 HP
"These wounds… Fuuuck…"
2BDamned felt sore in all locations of his body. Luckily, he was alway prepared when it came to these situations. He reached for two things, a stimpak and an adrenaline shot. He stabbed both of them inside of his neck, and a tidal wave of relief went through his body.
He looked around himself and saw his cohorts all injured badly. Sanford was impaled by shrapnel, Dedmos had entire ribs sticking out his body, Deimos's arm was almost ripped off, hanging off by a skin, and Victor had a concussion.
'Shit!' 2BDamned snapped awake and realized how deep this situation was.
He quickly opened up one of the doors and crawled his way out. He took a second to find out where he was, good news it was close to the MERC borders, bad news it was closer to a bandit nest.
He was in what looks like a bandit infested ghost town. The buildings weren't really buildings anymore, but simply just torn down structures.
The structure of the Black Hawk was definitely going to collapse if he didn't sort things out. He first removed Dedmos from the seat he was on, and dragged him a safe distance away.
He moved onto Deimos, taking him out as carefully as he could manage. He dragged the hacker next to Dedmos and went back into the aircraft.
Now he had Sanford to deal with, the heaviest one. He removed the metal that pinned Sanford to the hull, causing him to fall on top of 2BDamned. The engineer struggled to lift Sanford up, but did so anyway, with much effort.
"I should've… not skip the gym." 2BDamned grunted.
He moved Sanford onto the destroyed remnants of a building. The demolitionist bled all over the wall, getting the smell of pure iron all over the place. 2BDamned wrapped the demolitionsist's wound with a roll of bandages, and stopped his bleeding for the time being. The "doctor" checked his pulse and noted that he was still very much alive, the amount of blood he lossed was nowhere near enough to kill someone like him.
2BDamned ran back towards the helicopter one last time and retrieved Victor, who was in the best condition to say the least. However the problem was that Victor was in the cockpit. 2BDamned ran towards the cockpit and smashed one of the windshields, allowing him access inside of the cockpit.
He grabbed Victor and pulled him out of the wreckage. He also grabbed his duffel bag and left the crash site, getting everyone out of the mess.
He dragged them as far as he could, finding himself to be a few meters away from the crash site. Sure it's not a whole lot, but the man had to carry at least 910 lbs, with Sanford being a third of the total weight.
He dropped his subordinates and laid them on the ground, "Let's see here…"
2BDamned looked at his subordinates. He tried to make a list from most injured to least injured. If they were all going to make it, he better work his magic and treat them all before they die.
He opened up the duffle bag, taking out a medic bag and his trusty VSS Vintorez. He slung his rifle on his back, knowing full well that the agency had something to do with the sabotage, and the fact they could be coming in any minute.
The engineer needed to treat all of the ASAP. He took off his belt and tied it around Deimos's almost decapitated arm, cutting off the blood lost. He moved the arm back onto his bloody stump and grabbed some stitches.
He stitches the arm together making it look good as new. He then retrieved the magic item, a roll of bandages. He wrapped it around the stitch marks and tightened it up.
After doing his half-assed procedure, he put his belt back onto his waist, and was just about to move to his next patient, but the sounds of vehicles sputtering and roaring caught his attention.
He peered his head out to the side and saw the agency approaching their location.
2BDamned grumbled to himself and moved his cohorts behind cover of a destroyed building. The engineer found cover behind a window of the same building and hid behind it, poking his rifle's barrel out from the window frame.
The agents got off their vehicles and held their pistols tight. They all watched their corners in case the S.Q were thinking of ambushing them as they got closer to the helicraft. The agents started to poke around the crash site, looking for traces of 2BDamned's.
2BDamned marked 18 A.A.H.W members around his perimeter. Eight were agents, six were engineers, the remaining were soldats. Great. Just peachy.
He couldn't handle this many enemies with the injuries he had sustained. He only had one corpus in him still, if he went gun blazing he would be shot to death immediately. It had been like years since he had a good fight.
The engineer hadn't been sparring with Hank as of recently, mainly because he was too busy in a project that was left behind and also the fact that Hank wasn't even in Nevada.
So the "doctor" would have to suffice with stealth. Something he could very much manage, but was simply a pain in the ass for his old man body. He could do this loud, but way more agents would show up, which is just overkill for a man such as 2BDamned. Even worse was that these asshats were all grouped up, back to back.
Unless he had six grenades, taking them down all at once was out of the question.
Fortunately the soldats would unexpectedly help 2BDamned, "Men, split up into fours. They may have escaped this crash, but the probability of them being critically injured is high.
The agents and engineers then grouped with a single soldat being their leader. They started to go their own ways, with one of the groups staying behind. This was good for 2BDamned, if he could play his cards right, he could very much live to see the next day.
2BDamned took one large gulp of air, "You got this."
2BDamned stared down his scope and looked for the soldats. As far as he knew, their Tac-Bar won't react if they aren't in active combat. The less high ranking operatives, the better.
He holds his breath and shoots a soldat in the brain, dropping him immediately. An agent heard the body drop to the floor and looked at where it came from.
"Hu-"
The agent was then also shot in the head, taking him out the picture as well.
There was a problem with assassinating the engineers though. They are a bit smarter than an average soldat, the moment they could sense something wrong, they'd sure ring in some reinforcements.
2BDamned shot the floor near an engineer's foot getting his attention.
"Huh?" The electrical voice of the engineer whirred.
The engineer walked towards where he saw the bullet hole. 2BDamned quickly shot an agent, and an engineer behind the distracted engineer's back. By the time the engineer turned back, he noticed his team was all dead.
The engineer quickly raised his squad radio, and was going to warn the others, but 2BDamned quickly dropped him. The engineer fell as soon as he thought about radioing support.
However, the engineer was successful in accessing the radio, and the person on the other side likely heard the thud. 2BDamned hopped out of cover and ran towards the dead body.
"Did you mean to call?" The radio rang.
2BDamned raised the radio up to his mouth and started to improvise, "Oh… did I say something? These radios are kinda ass. Wish we had actual functioning radios."
2BDamned tried his best at mimicking what an engineer would likely sound like. And it seemed like it worked, since whoever was on the other side, bought it.
"Ohh… alright. Sorry for bothering you."
The radio then clicked off. This left the "doctor" by himself for now. He swapped his magazine and continued on his mission. He hid behind any cover and made sure his mohawk wasn't showing.
He soon found himself near another squadron. However they were densely packed. This was a bit like a double edged sword, 2BDamned could line up his shots and take out multiple people, but individual kills would be harder.
He grabbed a piece of rebar on the ground and was about to assassinate an agent, but something intervened. The agent jolted away from 2BDamned's reach and moved towards his leader.
"Agents and agency, we got 'em."
The agent would immediately point his gun at 2BDamned's forehead. The other A.A.H.W members looked at 2BDamned with their guns trained at his head.
2BDamned scowled, "Damn."
By now the engineers had contacted the others, so more agency members will be coming.
/ WAVE 1 STARTED! /
Hostiles Remaining: 35
"Guess we have to do this the hard way!"
2BDamned stepped out of cover and cracked his neck. "Guess we have to do this the hard way, then." He said in his ever monotone voice.
The agents fired at the "doctor." 2BDamned rolled to the side with the rebar still in his hands. He throws the rebar into the glasses of an agent, going through the eyewear and straight into the eye.
The agent drops his gun and the "doctor" rushes for the pistol. The agents fire at him, trying to hit his body, but the "doctor" was far better than what age suggests. He grabbed the pistol and slid into the leg of an engineer.
He shoots the 9mm into the engineer's leg, the engineer falls to the floor with a groan. The "doctor" grabs his new meatshield and shoots at five agents trying to shoot the corner of his face.
Hostiles Remaining: 29
"To hell with this!" A soldat shouted.
*GRAKAKAKAKA!*
The "doctor's" cover was soon blown once the soldat started to blast the engineer meatshield. 2BDamned rolled away from the barrage of bullets and got grazed multiple times. He shoots the soldat in the hand before his pistol runs out of ammo.
He switches to his VSS. While he was mid-way through switching his weapon, an agent ran towards him. The "doctor" quickly stopped what he was doing and did the good ol' sweep the legs trick, knocking the clown over.
He finally got his hands back on his rifle and went straight to executing him. An engineer fires his shotgun at 2BDamned, the "doctor" moves away from the blast and overpowers the engineer.
The "doctor" grabbed the engineer and threw him to the ground. He stomped on the back of the engineer's neck and started to suffocate him. While choking the engineer, he fired at the injured soldat, putting a hole in his head. He then stomped on the engineer he was on, crushing the neck bone.
Hostiles Remaining: 25
He was soon bludgeoned against the side of his face, knocking him back a good few feet. "Reinforcements, bitch!" The soldat armed with a baton shouted at 2BDamned.
Blood came dripping down 2BDamned's head. He wiped it off and was ready for another round. He fires at the soldat, shooting him until he stops moving. The agency immediately opens fire at 2BDamned in retaliation. The "doctor" is hit in the leg while dodging the hailstorm of bullets.
He hissed in pain and held the wound. The man knows he didn't have long to cry over his wound, so he simply had to endure the pain for now. 2BDamned switches his rifle's magazine, and throws his empty magazine at the dome of an agent's head.
[Agent_9278 will remember that.]
2BDamned comes out of pops a few more skulls with his rifle, shooting down all the cannon fodder agents. A stream of bullets came over to his side. The man drops to the floor and rolls under the stream. He laid on the ground and shot an engineer in the heart, the bullet pierced through the engineer's chest, ending up inside the throat of an agent.
An agent with a baton strikes at the floor where 2BDamned was at with the latter rolling away. He got up and slammed the agent in the face with the butt of his weapon until he died.
Hostiles Remaining: 18
Even after killing a dozen of them, they were still swarming everywhere. The "doctor" panted and wheezed as most of his Tac-Bar was gone and his limits were finally getting him. But he didn't plan to die, not just yet.
He grabbed a Spas-12 from the floor and duel wields the VSS and Spas-12.
He switched the Spas-12 to semi-automatic and started blasting. He focused his shotgun on the large cluster of agents coming towards him.
They shoot their pistols at 2BDamned. The "doctor" tries his best to weave through the bullets, getting grazed only a few times. He soon fired a 12 gauge slug and obliterated the first cluster of agents. He fired a second time and killed a few more agents.
He fired a third shot and finally cleared the agent cluster. 2BDamned whips behind him and catches a soldat off guard. He shoots the soldat at point blank range and sends his body zooming.
Hostiles Remaining: 6
Another soldat comes swinging towards 2BDamned. This time 2BDamned wasn't fast enough and was forced to back away. He tries to unload his Spas-12 into the attacking soldat, but he was soon hit over the head.
An engineer had come out from behind him and hit the "doctor" in the head with a wrench. 2BDamned was knocked to the floor and dropped his weapons.
The engineer jumped on top of 2BDamned, restraining his movements. "Target is restrained! Take him out now!"
The soldat raises his sword and stabs at the head of 2BDamned. However, the "doctor" quickly moves his head towards the side and avoids the machete.
He throws the engineer off of him and gets up as soon as possible. He dodges a bullet aimed towards his head and regains his fighting stance.
The machete armed soldat comes at the unarmed "doctor." 2BDamned ducks the first swing and uppercuts the soldat in the jaw. 2BDamned then started to unleash some haymakers towards the soldat's face.
The soldat was finished off with an uppercut to the jaw, with the head flying off its shoulders. 2BDamned grabs the machete before it reaches the ground and throws it at a soldat about to fire at him.
He grabs the engineer from earlier and suplexes him into the ground. The force of the suplex obliterated the engineer's head, staining the ground with yellow blood.
He grabs his VSS and shoots down the last agents in sight, leaving him only with one soldat.
Hostiles Remaining: 1
The "doctor" shoots at the soldat to only hear.
*click*
The soldat pulled out a katana while 2BDamned would have to manage with his fists. The soldat would grab the machete that impaled another soldat and tossed it over towards 2BDamned's feet.
The soldat flourished his blade, "Fight me like a man, Dissenter."
2BDamned kicked the machete up towards his head and caught it, "Then come at me."
The two ran towards each other and started their duel. The soldat swings at 2BDamned with him parrying the hit. The two would crash their blades together, sparks flying with each hit. 2BDamned slashes at an arm of the soldat, with the arm being slashed open.
The soldat jumps away from 2BDamned. The soldat checks on his arm, it was cut open, but still functional. He applied a band-aid onto the bloody wound and ran towards 2BDamned again. He swipes at the "doctor's" head.
2BDamned blocked the swing and returned with a slash to the head of his own. The soldat ducks under the strike and launches a stab towards 2BDamned's leg.
The blade went through the leg and 2BDamned's bones. The "doctor" hissed in pain with parts of his leg bone being cut in half. He tries to swing at the soldat, but the soldat quickly pulls the blade back and swings down at 2BDamned's collarbone. The katana cut through his bone and dug into his flesh.
"Urrk…!"
2BDamned took a knee and was now at the mercy of the soldat. The soldat ripped the blade out of 2BDamned's chest and placed the sword on 2BDamned's throat.
"You were a pain in the ass to get, but look at where you are now. About to die in the middle of nowhere, how fitting. Dying in a place where no one will be able to find you. Isn't that what you wanted?"
The soldat taunted 2BDamned, earning a groan from the "doctor."
The soldat pressed the tip of his jatana on the jugular of 2BDamned's throat. "Well then, any last words?"
"Yeah, I'd like one more breath of fresh air before I die." 2BDamned requested.
The soldat nodded and reached for the straps of 2BDamned's mask. As soon as the soldat touched the straps of 2BDamned's mask, 2BDamned slapped his katana to the side and pulled the soldat's arm close to him.
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
The soldat fell on his back and coughed up blood. While 2BDamned slowly stood up to reveal a deagle in his hand. The "doctor" placed his gun's barrel on the soldat's forehead.
"Not bad for an old man, huh?"
"Fuc-"
With that 2BDamned executes the soldat on the spot. The soldat's brain matter splashed against the ground, yellow blood getting all over 2BDamned.
/ WAVE 1 COMPLETED! /
Hostiles Remaining: 0
"Violence is always the answer."
2BDamned fell to the floor and started wheezing. With all the remaining strength of his body, he reaches for even more rolls of bandages.
He wraps his wound up with bandages and stabs a stimpak into his neck. He shakes a little before calming down. To make sure he was fine he grabbed his neck and cracked it back into place.
"I wasted enough time here…" He moves away from the bloody scene and goes back to the place where he left his subordinates.
Once 2BDamned got back, he saw Deimos was conscious again and rubbing his arm. He was looking at his wound and examining it, but once he looked at 2BDamned he jumped a little.
"Ah, hey boss, you startled me."
Deimos attempted to stand up, having a few troubles here and there. He stumbled back onto the floor. 2BDamned held onto Deimos and tried helping him stand up. This time had a little better result with him being able to stand, just a little shaky however.
"Great, you can stand still. That means you can shoot." 2BDamned drew his deagle and passed it over to Deimos. "If anybody gets too close, blast them back to the stone age."
Deimos nodded and got into position. The "doctor" was now here and was ready to perform his operation. However… there was someone he had to sort out. 2BDamned walked towards Dedmos's face and squatted down towards his face.
"Get the hell up. I KNOW you're awake."
Dedmos didn't react at all. He instead kept acting like he was still knocked out. 2BDamned was not in the mood for dumbass pranks such as this. He was dead certain that this jackass was aware of what he's doing. Might as well scare his ass.
"Oh no, it looks like Dedmos's leg is infected! Guess I have to amputate it!" 2BDamned said in an overly dramatic way.
2BDamned took out the machete and held it above his head. The technician could 100% see it and was probably shitting himself, knowing that 2BDamned would in-fact amputate him if he didn't wake up.
"No wait!" Dedmos sprung up from his "coma." "I'm okay! I'm okay! I don't need a limb chopped!"
The machete stopped just as soon as it was touching Dedmos's pants. The cold blade touches the skin of Dedmos and draws a sliver of blood. The technician breathed a sigh of relief before fainting.
2BDamned sighed, "Fuck it, this is going nowhere."
2BDamned sheathed his machete, and started to prod at Dedmos's jutting ribs.
*CRUNCH*
"WAAHHHHH!" Dedmos shouted at the top of his lungs.
Deimos whipped his head around to see what the hell happened for Dedmos to scream that loud. He only saw Dedmos turned on his side and trying to hold back his tears.
To know what the "doctor" had done to create this reaction was simple. 2BDamned hadn't given Dedmos any morphine and forcibly shoved the ribs back into place. The pain was immeasurable and Dedmos could barely hold back his tears.
"It was just a prank…" Dedmos sniffled.
"It's just a flesh wound, stop being a baby."
2BDamned stabbed a stimpak in Dedmos's neck and eased his pain. Dedmos shook a little due to the effects of the stimpak. The stimpak did heal Dedmos, it didn't change the fact that he felt that much pain all at once.
"Do I get a lollipop if I do?" Dedmos asked with his careless personality still shining bright.
"Do you want me to amputate your legs?"
"Fuck no!"
Dedmos sat up straight and leaned on the wall. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it, smoking through his pain. 2BDamned let him smoke, just this once, since it'll be his fault if he needs to get another round of lung surgery.
It would also seem that Dedmos's scream from earlier had woken up Sanford.
"Five more minutes, ma…" Sanford snored out.
Well he partially woke up Sanford. 2BDamned shook his head and moved onto Victor's concussion. He simply healed his wounds using a roll of bandages and wrapped his dome.
"So now what?" Dedmos fixed his visor and popped his arm back into place.
"We get to the MERC Borders before the agency returns." 2BDamned grabbed Victor and placed him on his back. "Dedmos, you grab Sanford. Deimos, cover our six."
The engineer started to move forward towards the borders without the others. Deimos ran with 2BDamned, not wanting to be left in the dust. Dedmos, seeing that he had little choice, finally got his ass up and lifted up his friend.
"Jeez, when was Sanford this heavy?" Dedmos grunted and lifted him up, placing him under his arm.
Dedmos then proceeded to catch up with the others.
Later…
"Woo… Can we take a break?"
Dedmos struggled to take another step. The weight of Sanford was finally getting to Dedmos, his legs were sore from the excessive carry of Sanford.
"Yeah, I wanna stop being carried by Dedmos over here." Sanford responded.
Dedmos then dropped Sanford flat on the ground. Sanford fell like a brick and even landed like a brick, with the whole group hearing the sheer density of Sanford.
"Ow." Sanford said in a stoic tone.
Sanford stood up and cracked his neck and straightened out his tank top. Dedmos looked at Sanford with an annoyed expression.
"How long were you up for?"
"For the past eight minutes." Sanford looks down at Dedmos. "Just wanted to see how long you could carry me."
Dedmos punched Sanford square in the chest, "Asshole."
Dedmos's punch did nothing except slightly wrinkled Sanford's tank top. The demolitionist brushed off his tank top and chuckled.
2BDamned turned around, "Will You two stop fucking around? We still have places to go."
Dedmos and Sanford saluted, "Affirmative, Doc/Sir!"
The two caught up with the group and continued their march. That was until they were blocked by the agency. The agents in front held pistols out, with some engineers backing them up.
A soldat in the back pulled out a radio, "This is Squad Echo, we detected the Dissenter and his accomplices, we need support NOW."
The group sweated a little seeing the army forming in front of them. Dedmos got his fists prepped while Sanford removed his hook from his waistband. Deimos backed up a little and checked the deagle that 2BDamned lended.
"Erm…" The deagle only had three rounds left in the pistol. "Hey Doc, you wanna give us a motivational speech before we die?"
2BDamned cleared his throat, "The guy who gets the most kills gets paid $20 each from the losers and Victor's Burger Gill's gold card."
"Wait a Burger Gill's gold card!?" Dedmos's ears perked up after hearing Burger Gill's.
He turned towards Sanford and gave him a pleading stare. "Sanford, you just hafta let me win, I neeeed that card!" Dedmos practically begged for Sanford to go easy or just sit back and relax.
Sanford gave a large grin on his face, "Hah! Yeah right, what's the fun in that?" Sanford tightened the rope that held his hook together and flourished his blade. "All I know is that you ain't winning shit!"
"Oh you're on, buddy!"
/ WAVE 2 STARTED!/
Hostiles Remaining: 56
"Game On!"
Dedmos rushed in head first, immediately decking a soldat in the face. The soldat's face was caved in and he fell back onto the floor dropping his AR. The agency members looked at each other before nodding to one another.
They charged at Dedmos, who got his fists ready. He uppercuts the first agent in the jaw and punches another one in the side. An engineer runs up to Dedmos with a pump shotgun and blasts him in the chest. The techie is sent backwards with his ballistic vest taking most of the damage.
Dedmos wheezed, with the air being taken out of him. The engineer was going to shoot him again, but a hook went through his skull. The engineer was then swung around like a lasso and thrown against a hurdle of agents, knocking them off their feet.
Sanford recalled his hook and ran towards the knocked agents. He grabbed one of them by the throat and sliced their jugular. The demolitionist took one of their pistols and shot the ones on the floor before they could get up. He is then shot at by an engineer.
The demolitionist weaves through the shotgun pellets and throws the gun at the engineer. The engineer gets dazed by the gun but was soon snapped out of his daze as soon as Sanford's hook went straight into the engineer's neck.
Sanford picks up the dropped shotgun and shoots a soldat in front of him. He one hands the pump shotgun and tears through the numbers of the agents.
Hostiles Remaining: 45
Deimos aims his deagle and shoots a soldat behind Sanford. The soldat dodges the bullet, but gets shot after a wave of more bullets. Deimos shoots his final bullet into the soldat, using an entire magazine on one soldat.
Deimos puts down the deagle and takes out a small combat knife. He runs at an agent and stabs him in the neck. A soldat shoots at Deimos before he could pull the knife out. The hacker falls to the floor and the soldat raises the gun towards his face.
The soldat was then tackled to the floor by Dedmos, "I. Need. That. Card." Dedmos then started to punch the soldat's face into the ground, mincing his face to shreds.
He takes the rifle for himself and starts catching up on Sanford's kills. Since Sanford had way more than he did, considering the fact that Sanford was standing over 15 headless bodies.
Hostiles Remaining: 27
Dedmos takes his rifle and point blanks an engineer in the face. A soldat armed with a sword swipes at his side, the technician backed up and zoomed back in to slam the butt of the gun into the noggin of the soldat.
He fired the entire magazine into the soldat and took his sword. Dedmos impaled an agent on his blade and slashed through the other side of his chest.
Another agent swings a knife at Dedmos, with him grabbing his arm and stomping on the agent's knee. The agent crumbled and was decapitated by Dedmos.
Sanford sees that Dedmos was catching up and starts to go tryhard mode. He grabbed a soldat's arm and removed the limb completely. The soldat screamed into the air just before getting his head cut off by Sanford.
The demolitionist dropped his hook to the floor and held it only by the string. He then swung the hook around like a mad man, hitting multiple agents and mutilating them.
Meanwhile Deimos was busy scrambling new guns. He grabbed a Glock 18 and fired at the knees of an agent. Taking him down with a well placed headshot. He twirled his pistol and whipped an engineer in the face, also putting him down with a headshot.
Hostiles Remaining: 7
Dedmos threw his sword at another engineer, going through his neck. He grabbed a soldat by the skull and slammed his fist into their face, caving the skull in. A group of agents ran after Dedmos, but they were all dragged away when a certain hook entered all three of their skulls.
"Get over here!" Sanford pulled the agents towards him where he ripped all of their heads off.
"You stole my kill!" Dedmos grabbed an agent's neck and snapped it with ease.
The duo argued while Deimos finished off the last agent by throwing a gun through his skull.
/ WAVE 2 COMPLETED!/
Hostiles Remaining: 0
"Kill Joy!"
"Doc! We did it!" Deimos shouted towards him.
2BDamned was standing still with his arms crossed. While Victor had finally woken up and was sitting on the ground. This whole time he had been out of conflict and counting each kill. As he had been given the job to assign the winner by default.
"Yeah, I noticed."
Dedmos took some of the dropped weapons and placed them on his back, Sanford did the same and wiped his bloody hook on the dead bodies.
The mercenaries regrouped with 2BDamned, ready to hear the results.
"The winner is Sanford." 2BDamned stated.
Dedmos's face went pale, "Aw c'mon!"
He watched as 2BDamned handed Sanford the Burger Gill's gold card. Sanford looked at the card with a smug look to his face. He flicked the top of Dedmos's forehead. The techie looked up at Sanford, expecting him to brag about beating Dedmos in a bet.
Instead he offered the gold card to Dedmos. "Hey bud, here."
Dedmos's face brightened up like a child opening up gifts on Christmas, "R-really? For me?"
"No shit." Sanford responded.
Dedmos swiped the card immediately and stuffed it into his wallet, "Thanks man!"
The demolitionist then offered a fist bump, which Dedmos was inclined to do. However Sanford pulled his fist away before Dedmos can bump it.
He held his palm up, "Hol' up buster. You still owe me $20." He gave Dedmos a smug look on his face.
Dedmos grumbled a little before he dug in his wallet and gave Sanford the money. The demolitionist shoved the money into his pocket. Now that Sanford was paid half of what he was owed, he and Dedmos finally did their secret handshake.
Sanford turned to Deimos waiting for him to cough up the other half. Deimos would pay Sanford, but the thing was that he didn't have money on him.
Deimos coughed into his hand, "Doc over there still hasn't paid me."
2BDamned shrugged his shoulders then gave Deimos $20 and gave him a nod. Sanford took the $20 from Deimos's hands and stuffed it into his wallet.
"You gotta be kidding me." Deimos said under his breath.
2BDamned placed a hand on Deimos's shoulder, "I'll pay you later, I'll find an ATM and get the rest of the money."
The group then continued their hike across the Outskirts. They walked for god knows how long, as they still had to travel quite a distance.
One Hike later…
2BDamned walked until he saw the borders in the distance. The doctor could see the lookout snipers on the walls.
There was a sign outside of the border stating, "If you're a bandit, pretty please go around this damn border. We made a shortcut around MERC industries, so stop breaking mah damn walls! - Sheriff."
Dedmos pointed at the large wall, "Hey guys, look! It's the border of Mexico!"
"God damn it Dedmos, shut up." Sanford responded, slapping him on the back of the head.
The techie hissed a little, rubbing the back of his head. He looked back at the borders and saw the lookout snipers had noticed them.
"Heya Doc, how did Hank exactly get past them?" Dedmos light a cigarette as he waited for an answer.
"He probably just ran through and did Hank things." Deimos sarcastically suggested.
"That sounds stupid, while also being something that he would do." Victor commented.
2BDamned shrugged to himself and decided he would just hijack the MERC systems. He got his M-5.1 tablet out and looked for the lookouts' network.
Once he had successfully breached the systems, he changed the order from "Shoot on Sight," to "Let them in, because why not. ;)"
"Keep moving, we don't have all day."
The group started their approach towards the gate, with the lookouts not shooting at them. The only thing was that someone recognized that they weren't friendlies. That person shot his .44 magnum at Sanford's feet.
"Now hold it right there, pardner."
The group looked at the top of the gate and saw a man leaning on the rails with two bodyguards at his side. Smoke trailed from the barrel of his revolver and a hay stick stuck out of his mouth. They recognized who it was, based on the shining star on the sheriff hat.
Sanford moved towards the gate, kicking up dust as he went. "Open the gate, Sheriff."
The Sheriff raised his head and showed his stitched up face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the return of Hank's two trained guard dogs. Did you come back to finish the job?"
The Sheriff had his second hand hover over his other revolver in-case he needed more than six shots to sort this up. As he needed more than six shots the last time.
Dedmos eyes the Sheriff with a suspicious look. He moved towards the gate with a M16 locked and loaded in case the Sheriff tried to pull a fast one on them.
"Will you just open the gate? We're kinda in a hurry." Dedmos asked in an annoyed tone.
"Hah! Yeah right." The Sheriff jumped onto the railings and looked down upon the mercenaries. "I call the shots 'round he…"
He looked to see what he was dealing with and noticed something was wrong here. He had just passed by, seeing two Deimos. He looked left and right, seeing Dedmos and Deimos.
"Wa-wait a damn second! Why are there two of you!?"
The Sheriff almost fell on his ass at seeing both Dedmos and Deimos. They had almost the same clothing, which scared the Sheriff when he realized they were two different people.
"That's besides the point, John. Now let us in, before I start to charge you hospital bills."
2BDamned finally spoke up, making his red goggles glow with each word that came out of his mouth. The Sheriff lifted up his hat to see who was speaking. Since that voice didn't sound like Hank.
The Texan finally saw who it was and knew exactly who the guy was.
"Woah! Is that you, Kyle!?" The Sheriff jumped back into the gate and pulled a sniper rifle out.
He got a better look at the "doctor" and recognized that he hadn't in-fact changed one bit since the last time the Sheriff had to visit him.
He took the sniper scope away from 2BDamned's face, "Well, why didn't ya tell me you were comin'?" The Sheriff reached for the controls of the gates. "Come on in, pardner."
The Sheriff opened the gates for the mercenaries to head on in. Victor looked at 2BDamned with an odd look, "Should we trust him?"
"John won't be a problem now that we are a five man group. Besides, he wouldn't think about it when he has the bite of a chihuahua."
2BDamned walked straight in the borders with little to no hesitation. Sanford and Dedmos look at each other and shrug to one another. The rest of the mercenaries follow 2BDamned into MERC industries, now that they had been personally invited by the Sheriff.
And that's time. Howdy cultists, hope you liked this "short" mini chapter. Just a little drop on what's happening in Nevada. Also it being an exposition for a story I MIGHT write in the future.
AND GUESS WHAT! I BOUGHT BOTH THE SANFORD AND DEIMOS PLUSHIES! It was 100% WORTH the $101 dosh I spent, but I was gonna spend that money on something stupid.
Oh and if you have a question about how I view Madness Combat feel free to ask. Example: "Hey Dipstick, why is Hank 7' 4 when he is 6' 2 canonically?"
Now for that part where I respond to your reviews:
Ok: Yep, that's Hank and Wank's personalities in a nutshell. One is much more friendly, but could still snap your neck. And the other would just snap your spine half with no question.
NoUsernameNeeded: Perhaps. There was a reason why I made Hank sarcastic and an overall asshole.
deezicus the nut: Please don't break my dick off. That's the only piece of dignity I have left.
(Note: If you put in different reviews before I can write chapters, I will organize it like how I did below. Now I'm not gonna stop you from doing that, I'm just letting y'all know before you get confused.)
Cbacool:
1. I'm pretty sure you can wait longer.
2. Erm actually, Hank's kill count is 156.
3. That is Phobos slander, you take that back.
Guest:
1. Option number two.
2. Yeah I know. Just like how coffee is just bean soup.
3. Don't worry, I don't plan on making a reboot.
4. Well that's what happens when you read stories from a deranged moron.
5. I was originally gonna have Hank take a nap on the streets because he's tired as fuck, but that works too.
6. Wank is essentially just Hank if he was a girl and had common sense.
7. Nah, unfortunately I don't plan on watching a hentai series for lore. I also don't play Minecraft that often anymore, I now play Payday 2 (and I plan on making a story about that…)
Anyways, back to the Shadow Realm I go, cya!