(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 heavily.)
Chapter 0.5
A "Normal" Contract
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NEXUS FILE #666
PROFILE'S NAME: Hankerchief J. Wimbleton
CURRENT STATUS: DECEASED
KNOWN ALIAS/ES: Hank, The Killing Machine, The Nevadan Reaper, The Boogeyman, Mojave Devil, Lord Death of Murder Mountain, Stabby McStabface, Murderface, The Protagonist, Blender Fucker, Dollar store ninja.
AGE: SOMEWHERE AROUND THE 100's (OLD AF)
MODEL: GENERATION 01
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 (Terrorist), A.A.H.W (The Target), S.Q (Most Contracted Mercenary), IRS (Tax Evader), The New California Republic (The Demon in Black), A.S.A (Functioning Member of Society).
PROFILE BACKGROUND: Was one of the six who were adopted into the Nexus Core at the age of five in [REDACTED]. They served as prototypes in Project: Overkill, which helped us discover the Tac-Bar and allowed us to have a military advantage. Due to the success of Project: Overkill, 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 #316)
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 unknown Status Quo.
Estimated Survival Rate: 0.000032%
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: He won't go down. No matter how many times he is shot, he either dodges or shrugs it off. Worst part is that he wasn't even wearing any type of body armor during that time. His life expectancy had increased by 134% according to our estimates. Even if he does die, he'll come back. We don't know how he does this, we don't know how he came to be this powerful, we don't know how to extinguish the fire that burns inside of him, but until then, we focus on killing Hank.
The results of him being MAGNIFIED in [REDACTED] caused the subject's right arm to be permanently mutated and more crab-like. Due to it being mostly crab, the arm is capable of regrowing without consequence, while also being able to change its form. The arm is also 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 better, to put it simply. Information regarding this is limited, however. We never have enough information because unlike any of the subjects before him, he uses it in a variety of ways, and that he kills everyone before anybody has a chance to get a good look.
The subject favors light and melee weapons. The category fits, pistols, SMGs, and very rarely some ARs. Even if he's given a weapon that isn't one of those, he's sure to cause a mass genocide no matter how shitty it is. He is known to be extremely accurate with SMGs. We would suggest not to bring any guns, but that's just fucking stupid. Almost all of our standard issue weapons are either a pistol or a SMG.
Either way, don't fucking piss off the subject. I don't need to elaborate further.
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 if you will. The killer was ready to be unleashed from its chains. The being was currently inside of a room, closed off from any light.
Zero light entered, the only thing that was illuminated was that of a light from a singular bulb. Only the body had light casted onto it, everything else, pitch black.
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 sort of necromancy bullshit.
The body's chest was cut wide open and most of its 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. The blood dripped from the table all the way to the white floor, joining the puddles of blood.
Another notable trait was how the body had one muscular crab-like arm on its right side. It was a crimson red with odd veins popping out of the exoskeleton. There were teeth and spines growing from the arm like it was some sort of virus.
On the other arm, there were strange scars. The marks were arranged to form some sort of barcode. With the numbers "666" scarred into his arm.
The room was eerily silent. There were no sounds, except the sounds of a heart monitor. It stayed like that until the creaks of a door opening filled the room. The room was filled by a subtle red light, coming from the eyewear of a man.
The new person peaked into the room, watching how the heart rate was nice and steady, "Hmm, looks like he'll be up earlier than expected… Good." The man said in a monotone attitude.
The man who entered was known to many as the "Dissenter." But those who knew him a bit more called him "2BDamned." He wore a large winter coat that covered his body as well as a trench coat. One of his most defining features was the facewear he adorned. He had red goggles that were connected to an iron mask, his lower jaw was completely covered by bandages. To top it all off, he also had a long mohawk on his head.
Nobody was sure of 2BDamned origins or how he became a high ranking in the Status Quo, but all they did know was how influential he was, in every single corner of Nevada. Whatever organization there was, 2BDamned had probably heard of it, or already had his hands on a member of the association.
Regardless of his origins he still had a patient to see.
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.
The organs were odd to say the least. They seemed to have some mechanical wiring to it and have odd yellow blood. Nobody knew where he extracted the organs from, but he deemed it worthy to be inside of the Killing Machine.
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, wearing a bandana and a pair of black teashades.
"2BDamned," The man said with a deep and calm voice, "what's the situation with Dedmos? You think you'll have to resurrect him again?"
2BDamned turned around and faced the taller man. "Oh, he'll be just fine, Sanford. But he's going to be needing some new lungs." 2BDamned pulled up a picture of Dedmos's lungs and showed it to Sanford.
"Turns out that rocks and smoking don't mix well together. Including when they're in the lungs of all places."
He circled where the rocks had pierced Dedmos's lungs and the smoke that was leaking into his actual body.
"I would have assembled him better, but there wasn't enough time. If he complies, I'll try to readjust the rocks." 2BDamned informed Sanford, wiping his bloody hands on a handkerchief.
Sanford already knew what his handler was about to prompt, "What type of lungs?" Sanford pulled out his trusty hook from his waist belt.
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.
He stuck the sticky note on Sanford's forehead, "Go here. It's a small base, but they'll still have what we need. Remember, avoid chest shots, we need those lungs in mint condition."
Sanford removed the note from his head, looking at the address. He stood at attention and saluted the "doctor." "Affirmative, sir." Sanford said in a loud and clear voice.
Sanford spun the hook in his hands and exited the room, leaving 2BDamned alone with the corpse once again.
The doctor looked back at the body and saw how it was twitching, almost ready to be reincarnated.
'Right, back to work.' 2BDamned walked back to the operating table and went back to the surgery.
He grabbed some stitches and started to sew the organs together. He operated in haste knowing how much the man before was worth.
Once 2BDamned finished up with the first part of the operation, he walked towards an inconspicuous lever that was embedded into a rocky wall. There were wires that lead from the wall all the way towards a terminal, which lead even more wires to the operating table.
2BDamned got a firm grip on it and threw the lever down with all of his force, watching the sparks dance. He quickly ran towards the terminal, ready to hunt himself a Hank S-3LF.
Pressing the lever down causes an invisible timer to start. If 2BDamned were to fail, 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 didn't blink once since all the caffeine he consumed this morning was starting to come back up.
What he needed to look for specifically were large mass genocides. That was the trading card of the mercenary, Hank Motherfucker Wimbleton. Sooner or later, 2BDamned found a river of blood dripping from an edge of a cliff.
He panned the camera downwards and found a Hank S-3LF fighting another Hank S-3LF. The two S-3LFs were bloody beaten and bruised, but they still kept fighting even if they were almost dead.
"Bingo!" 2BDamned pressed down on a little red button and sent a signal to one of the Hank S-3LF.
A red button attached to a pole shot out of the grounds of Purgatory and rammed itself into one of the Hanks. The button then exploded with the Hank S-3LF, turning him into nothing. The piping would shoot out lightning. It then sent an electrical surge into the dead body,
"GAH!" The once corpse gasped out with the iron jaw unhinging, showing off the sharp teeth underneath.
His sunken eyes glowing a vicious red, and the upper half jerking up. The chains that bounded down Hank snapped under the strength of the dead man.
Hank looked down at his hands, rubbing his forearms as if he was checking himself, ensuring that he was actually alive this time.
2BDamned loomed over the now alive man, "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey, Hank."
Hank pushed 2BDamned's face out of his own. He made a small scowl and looked back at 2BDamned's goggles.
"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."
Hank stretched out his muscles, giving pressure in the stitches that 2BDamned had given to Hank. The assassin felt all of his bones and joints popping back into place like he wasn't killed for the 20th time. He looked at his body once again and noticed his bandageless body.
"Doc, why am I naked? Where the fuck are my bandages?" Hank felt 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 threw the bandage rolls at Hank, with the assassin catching every single roll that was thrown at him. The Nexian merely rolled his "eyes" and started to wrap the bandages around himself.
Later, when Hank was done putting on his "clothes", he went towards the basement to put on his regular gear. His gear consisted of two bandannas, one heavy trench coat, a bullet proof vest, heavy boots, arm bracers, fingerless gloves, and of course his signature red goggles.
Before he left and got a mission assigned by Doc, 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 MAC-10s were strapped onto the back of his coat. Good memories back when he raided an A.A.H.W base with them.
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 A.A.H.W 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, Destroy, Kill." 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 tablet with a disgruntled face.
"What's wrong? Is it something your sensitive ass doesn't like?" Hank asked in a sarcastic tone.
2BDamned looked back at Hank with an irritated look.
"No, it's just this odd contract." 2BDamned pointed towards the contract shown on his device. "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 continued.
"From what I can scrape off, it's just another "Get in, Get out' mission. Supposedly, you have to destroy whatever is powering the base. But that doesn't answer the traces of extremely potent dissonant energy in it."
2BDamned zoomed into some of the pictures that client had provided. It was subtle but there was definitely something dissonant inside of it. It didn't help that 2BDamned had gotten word from one of his many clients that Nexus Core was cooking a new MAG agent.
"The vagueness is pretty damn suspicious don't you think?"
Hank pulled his fingers out of his ears and cracked his knuckles, getting straight to the point. "Shut the fuck up, and tell me the location."
"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 ran his hand through his Mohawk and sighed once more. "Hank, you know that dissonant energy doesn't just banish you to the Other Place. It completely destroys one's soul, and makes it impossible to resurrect."
2BDamned warned the Killing Machine, yet Hank still didn't care, instead he only pretended to care.
"You're lucky I'm even able to pull you from Purgatory. But from the Other Place? Impossible." Hank nodded, "Okay? Are you finished?"
2BDamned looked at Hank in despair. 'Why does nothing get through your head…?"
"Urgh… Yes. I'll radio in the coordinates."
"Thanks for wasting my time, Doc." Hank slowly clapped his hands.
"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 turned to see 2BDamned, who was starting a completely new brew of coffee. Hank's goggles narrowed down, scorning 2BDamned.
"Hank, I called her in to assist you." 2BDamned furrowed his eyebrows.
"I don't need help." Hank countered. "Yes you do. Hank, you are a valuable asset to me and Status Quo. If I lose you forever, it'll put a huge dent in our operations."
"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. "Touché."
Hank then looked cross for a few moments then remembered that he had other subordinates/meat shields.
"Can't I just have Sanford and Dedmos? I know they aren't dead." Hank asked, still refusing he had to work with Wank of all people.
2BDamned let out a sigh, for Dedmos was being an idiot. "Dedmos 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 Dedmos'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!"
He then threw a small mug and threw it against the wall. It didn't phase 2BDamned, it was completely normal at this point. Hank was just having another instance of his many rageful outbursts.
"Calm down Hank. I'll curb stomp Deimos for you." 2BDamned said half jokingly.
Hank took some time to simmer down a little.
"Can it just be-" "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 Handkerchief W. Wimbleton's file.
Hank looked at 2BDamned with a blank expression, "...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, "Yes, that's how I treat guests."
Hank responded to Wank 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 turned the stick into drive mode. Wank would then realize where this model was from.
"This car is from the 50's, sir."
"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. Which seemed impossible, Hank didn't even act his age, nor did his age match his physique.
"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 it, 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.
Later...
Hank and Wank soon made it towards 2BDamned's marked location. He started to drive his car to the edge of a cliff and parked it there. He and Wank exited the vehicle and observed the base in front of them.
"Don't know why Doc was bitching so much about this. It looks like an easy gig." Hank shook his head.
It looked just like an ordinary agency base. Only surrounded by more cliffs and edges in the middle of the bumblefuck town of nowheresville. It looked like one of the bases of the A.S.A (Anti Smoking Agency.)
That gave Hank a good reminder about Incident:102A, where he and Sanford had to save Dedmos'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 MAC-10s out. He spun the gun in his hands and took the safety off of it.
"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 would then jump off of the cliffside, she slid down the slope where she met her contact with an agent. She pounced on the 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.
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/ WAVE 1 STARTED! /
Victims Remaining: 6
"Perimeter Breach Detected!"
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Hank ran shortly after Wank, he slid down the same slope with a little more boost at the end when he jumped at the last second. He would then get up close to an agent and he smashed the handle of his MAC-10 into the agent's jaw.
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 MAC-10 to block the initial and used the second one to light up the agent's chest.
The agent on the floor tried to get up, but his skull was obliterated after Hank stomped on his skull. Agent #3 came up and slashed at Hank with a sword. The assassin danced around the swing and hopped right back in, kicking the sword out of the agent's hand. He would then start to violently bludgeon the agent's face in with his SMGs.
While Hank was bludgeoning an agent to death, agent #4 tried to shoot at Hank's exposed back, but Wank tackled him to the ground. Without a second thought, she reversed her grip on her knife and stabbed the agent in the chesty numerous times. 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 them. 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 threw her knife into the engineer's mask, unfortunately, it hit the engineer with the handle instead of the blade. The blow didn't break the mask, but it did give the engineer a concussion.
The soldat continued to shoot at Wank, now starting to aim at her legs, trying to stop her assault. Wank slid to dodge the continuous wave of bullets and stormed towards the soldat.
Wank was soon face to face with the soldat, but the soldat slammed the butt of his gun into Wank's chest telling her to back the hell up. She skidded back and took up her SMG.
"Hold this." The soldat tossed his gun towards the recovering engineer and unsheathed his combat knife.
Wank shot at the soldat coming towards her, the soldat dodged most of the bullets and only got grazed a few times. The soldat was then breathing distance from Wank's face with a knife in his hand.
He swung at Wank's face, missing her by an inch. The assassin came back and headbutted the soldat in the noggin. The soldat staggered backwards and quickly recovered. The soldat charged back at Wank and tried to stab her in the face, but she used the top of her gun to block the stab.
Wank pulled her unarmed hand back and smashed it into the guts of the soldat. The soldat coughed up yellow blood and dropped to the ground in a kneeling position.
The engineer from earlier recovered from his concussion and saw Wank. He picked up the dropped AR and started to shoot at Wank. Wank placed her SMG on her back and picked up the injured soldat, turning him into a meat shield.
She rushed after the engineer with the soldat in both hands. Once the gunfire stopped, Wank threw the carcass at the engineer, knocking him down. Wank then pounced onto the dazed engineer and ripped his mask off.
She used the sharpest end of the mask and used it to cleave the engineer's head in half.
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/ WAVE 1 COMPLETED! /
Victims Remaining: 0
"And you're out!"
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After giving his guns a new paint job, he dropped the agent's body to the ground and shot him once to make sure he was dead. He 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 spider.
Wank nodded and picked up the soldat's knife as well as her old discarded bowie knife. She would then latch onto the wall just like Hank and start scaling it. Once the two made it up to the roof, Hank noted the amount of agents located and started to think of a plan.
"Hank, what's our plan here?"
Wank already had a plan in mind, but she doubted it would be as good as Hank's.
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 was already walking towards the ventilation shaft by the time she finished her sentence, assuming that's why Hank gave it to her.
"Exactly."
Hank grabbed onto one of the hinges of the vents and ripped it out. He threw in the tear gas, Wank did the exact same, and watched as the panic kicked in.
"Ah, shit!" An agent shouted 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?" An engineer asked, looking away from a circuit board.
Unfortunately, Hank forgot that the A.A.H.W had forced their men to sit in tear gas for hours to build immunity. Something that Hank had forgotten since he rarely ever used tear gas.
"Well that didn't work, now did it Hank?" Wank lightly punched Hank on the shoulder.
Hank frowned a little inside of his mask, "Quiet."
He cooked some fragmentation grenades. The assassin looked down at the crowded agents right below the glass roofing.
The gas should be able to mask the grenades, they wouldn't even notice the grenades. The assassin picked his boot up and shattered the glass roofing, providing a small entrance.
Hank sprinkled in a generous amount and exploded any unlucky agents down the floor below.
"Let's move it."
Hank would then jump onto the glass panel, descending downwards into the nest full of agents.
"I'm not jumping that…"
Unlike Hank, Wank's knees would pretty much break from the fall. She couldn't jump 25 feet without getting any injury, but Hank could jump 60 feet and still sustain no injuries. So for just this time, she'll sit out of it.
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/ WAVE 2 STARTED! /
Victims Remaining: 16
"Where'd he come from!?"
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The agents inside were in disarray after half of their men was just killed by three grenades. Leaving only a few paying attention to what was happening.
They looked around to see where Hank would pop out from, but none of them looked up. AKA where Hank was falling from.
Hank's rapid descent was stopped by an agent who found himself under the boots of Hank. His entire body was shoved into the floor, with his spine folding up.
Hank hopped off the folded agent and quickly drawn out his MAC-10s, getting ready to take care of 15 agent gaggle fucks.
"I-it's Hank!" An agent called out, pulling a baton out. "Get him!"
The agent ran towards Hank with the baton drawn. Hank lazily blocked the first strike with his arm and shot at the knee of the agent, forcing him to the ground. He raised his foot into the air and struck an axe kick to the agent's skull. The heel of Hank's boot went into the skull of the agent with enough strength 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.
In the corner of Hank's eye, there was a whole stack of agents loading up. If he had to guess, there were about 12 agency members.
Hank checked the mags of his guns, and ran towards them. Hank first flew into the horde via a jump kick. His foot crashed into an agent's solar plexus and broke any ribs inside. The momentum helped carry his weight towards the back of the horde.
He slid on the ground to get farther away and swiftly turned around to meet the agency members with two SMGs pointed towards them.
He then mag dumped his MAC-10s, killing a total of two agents and injuring everyone else. A soldat had managed to get close to Hank and swiped at him. Hank ducked the baton and bludgeoned the soldat senseless.
Victims Remaining: 8
Hank put his MAC-10s away, in favor of some good ol' hand to hand combat. A soldat armed with a shortsword came after Hank. Hank dodged the first few strikes and even caught the blade with his hand.
But the soldat grabbed Hank by the throat and threw him to the floor. Hank rolled down to the floor and caught himself, he was then greeted by guns surrounding him.
As fast as a bullet, 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 shades of some other agents.
The minor distraction allowed Hank to get up and grab the shotgun before it touched the ground. He pumped out a new shell and placed the barrel onto a soldat's face. 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 a singular 12 gauge into his head. Hank noticed the remaining six A.A.H.W members that he still left alive. He turned his attention to them and crossed his arms.
Victims Remaining: 5
Hank took his time to analyze his surroundings and planned accordingly. He only had one more shell left judging by the size of the pump shotgun.
Hank breathed in and breathed out, as he focused on his next move. Five bodies just waiting to die.
Hank racked in his final shell and ripped an agent's face apart. He then threw the shotgun at an agent's noggin knocking him out.
Hank ran towards an engineer and pulled his fist back, he crashed his fist into the engineer's mask with enough force to rip a hole through the engineer's mask and out the head.
A soldat came up behind him and tried to hit Hank in the back of his head. The assassin caught the baton and headbutted the soldat, forcing him to let go of the baton. The assassin was then stabbed in the side by another soldat.
"Gak…!" Hank sputtered out some blood from his mask, dripping onto the floor.
He was sure that the knife had gone through the weakest parts of his armor and into his kidney.
Hank swung the baton across the soldat's face, exposing his stomach and getting punched in the ribs by the first soldat. The second soldat recovered from the slap, getting out of his stun. He yanked the knife out of Hank's side and kicked him in the solar plexus. The assassin loses his ground and starts to back up into the arms of the first soldat.
The soldat puts Hank into a full nelson, allowing for the other soldat to start stabbing into Hank's body. The soldat raised the knife into the air and started cutting into Hank's chest. Ripping up Hank's body armor in the process and staining it red.
Hank was starting to see red, even though he only sees red, Hank started to become more angry, but not angry enough to go full on ballistic. Each stab wound only built Hank's fury that much higher.
/ 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. His skin turned black and there was smoke coming out of Hank's jaw.
"Knock. It. Off."
Hank would immediately turn into a black mist and basically phase through the soldat that was holding him. The two soldats were confused about what just happened. But soon a kunai came through the guts of the first soldat.
The tiny blade carved around the soldat, severing any strips of flesh and bone. The soldat was soon ripped in half with Hank holding the top section of the soldat. He threw the body down towards the floor, and flourished his bloody kunai.
The second soldat ran towards Hank with the knife in his hands. The two then started to have a duel with knives. Hank was just a tad bit better, and parried any attacks that the soldat threw.
The soldat tried to stab Hank, but the assassin quickly stabbed him in the gut first. He pulled the knife out and stabbed him in the thigh, hitting an artery on the way. Hank finished it off with a slit to the soldat's throat.
The soldat collapsed onto the ground holding his neck. The assassin let the soldat bleed for a little before bringing up the knife and stabbing into the soldat's brain.
/ Bullet -Time: Disengaged! /
The assassin ripped his kunai out and wiped the blood off, placing it back into its sheath afterwards. Hank took a breather and out of the corner of his eye he saw an agent trying to crawl away.
Hank slowly walked towards the agent. The agent heard the footsteps of the Killing Machine and tried to crawl faster. Hank would then stomp on the agent's hamstrings and stop him from moving anymore.
He used the claws on his MAG-arm to rip out the spine of the agent. Tearing into the flesh and spraying blood everywhere. He ripped the sline clean from the agent with the head still intact. He swung the spine around before throwing it away in the trash can.
Victims Remaining: 1
"Alright, time to lift this lock…" Hank paused mid-sentence, noticing that something was wrong. "Wait a minute."
Hank had annihilated the agents inside of this place, who the hell was left? The UI says that there was indeed one more agent around, but where?
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 took out his N9011s and turned on their red dots.
"Alright. Let's see you absorb this."
Hank spun his gun and prepared for the MAG rush. 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 reaction time. Hank slipped past the fist, dodging the strike by mere inches, for he knew that strike could very well crush his bones. The fist crashed into the wall and cratered it.
Hank raised his pistols into the Half-MAG's face, "Dumbass."
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 back 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 threw it at the Half-MAG in the eyes. The sand just wasn't ordinary pocket sand, but they were pocket sand from the strongest Nevandan rocks.
The Half-MAG recoils 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 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! /
The Half-MAG tried to lunge at Hank again with the other hand, but it felt like he was moving slower than a rock. Hank, on the other hand, placed his katana onto his hip and into a drawing position.
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 stared back at the dead body, disappointed in his that he missed his target completely. Hank's miasma started to slowly disappear and dissipate.
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/ WAVE 2 COMPLETED! /
Victims Remaining: 0
"As easy as punting a gruntling!"
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Hank stepped backwards and wiped his katana, with a dead agent's coat. Hank picked up his dropped kunai and N9011, while making his way towards the painfully obvious lever. He grabbed the lever and slammed it down to the ground, removing the lockdown.
"Alright, lockdown disengaged."
Meanwhile with Wank...
Wank was laying on the roof twiddling with her thumbs waiting for Hank to do something. She finally heard a lever being pressed down and got up. She looked over at Hank's carnage, and observed the lockdown being lifted.
"Great, Hank lifted the lockdown." Wank stated, taking out her SMG.
The assassin took the ladder down. Now that the lockdown was down, infiltrating the base should be that much easier. She sprinted towards the side, finding the front entrance.
"This will be a workout."
She pressed her knuckles together and popped them all at once. She was about to bust down the front door, but she overheard some faint chattering.
She was just a bit curious and peered through an unsealed window. From what she saw there was some meeting going on, but she'd get easily detected. She looked up and saw a ventilation leading into the room. She pulled herself inside and got inside of the meeting room.
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. "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. The soldat took offense to that and held onto the arm with a tight grip.
"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 looking back at the representative with the corner of his eye.
"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. He was disappointed that this Nexus representative was not only immature, but he had to call attention to Wank's name.
He stayed quiet for a minute lamenting his thoughts, "...Yes, but that's not the point. She is basically the female Hank. You'll get your bragging rights once you and your damn Nexus cucks kill her."
The soldat finished his sentence off by racking a new shell 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. Where they will meet up with Hank Wimbleton. The Nexus units were now separated from the A.A.H.W units and were now fish in a barrel.
"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.
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/ WAVE 3 STARTED! /
Victims Remaining: 21
"FLASHBANG!"
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"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's head.
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.
Bullets flew everywhere. Wank was basically being peppered by bullets, she only had wood as her shield. Wank grabbed another flashbang and threw it over her head.
She blinded the Nexus units yet again, and peeped her head out. She took her chances and quickly gunned down three agents, maiming five others in the process.
Victims Remaining: 16
As soon as the agents regained their eyesight and ears back, they went back to blasting Wank. She ducked behind the ever weakening cover and narrowly dodged more pieces of lead. Wank took out her magazine and looked at the sad amount of rounds left.
'Damn… I don't have many bullets left.'
Wank took another peek out from the table and almost got her head blown off by an engineer holding a .308 sniper. She dodged and only got a graze on the side of her head.
'Shit! They even have a sniper!' Wank used a bullet hole as a peephole and observed the engineer sniper.
While looking through the small hole, an agent had a genius idea to jump onto the table and try to fire upon Wank from the top. He got up to the table and stood above Wank with a pistol pointed at her.
"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.
She pulled the pistol's slide and looked back at the nearly broken table. Wank was about to be exposed to the bullets anytime now. It was a damn miracle she wasn't wounded aside from the countless grazes.
Wank removed the pistol's mag and counted up the bullets left inside. "Fuck it."
She placed the magazine back in and turned her body around. Wank kicked the table, sending it hurdling into an engineer's head, giving him a concussion. The assassin ran towards a wall and started to run on the wall. She dived towards a soldat, grabbing a hold of his waist.
The soldat tried to get Wank off of him, but the assassin would suplex him before he got a hand on her. She placed her pistol and fired at the soldat at point blank, wasting all of her bullets in the process.
The Nexus units started to concentrate their fire onto Wank now that she was out in the open. Wank grabbed onto the dead soldat's carcass and dropped AN-15. She slung the rifle over her back and threw the dead body at the firing squad.
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 grabbing him by the head.
She crushed the engineer's head with her own two hands and threw his mask like a frisbee towards the rest of the agents. 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 all died by Wank's gunfire.
Victims Remaining: 10
An ATP soldat opened a door from behind Wank, and shot at her back. Successfully hitting Wank in the back five times.
Wank's back stung a little, as the 5.56 entered her backside. Wank snapped behind her and threw her empty SMG into the soldat's eyes, but the soldat slapped the gun away from his face.
Wank put a slug into the soldat's hand, forcing him to drop the rifle. She placed a second slug into the soldat's chest, but the soldat's Tac-Bar forced him to dodge the bullets flawlessly.
She threw the empty shotgun into the head of a random agent. Wank put her fists up, ready to square up against a soldat. The soldat in response also put his dukes up, striking Wank first. Wank blocked the punch, but was suddenly kicked in the side by the soldat.
She was met with another kick by the soldat, this time aiming for the head, but Wank caught the foot. She pulled the soldat in close and used him as a meat shield for the incoming gunfire behind her.
Wank turned around and used the soldat to absorb the bullets, additionally killing him as well. The assassin then dived away for cover, rolling into the ground and using a large potted plant for cover.
'That hurts… ouch.' Wank felt her bloody back.
Wank removed the AN-15 from her back, and counted the remaining Nexus infantry.
'One, two, five, nine. Nine more of these jackasses.' Wank thought 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 eyes. After a second of silence, the agents opened their eyes and ears 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 Nexus units' 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!"
The engineer started shooting at the noise, effectively emptying his shotgun shells. He only heard the noise of a thud, which confirmed the death or injury.
"Agents, find the body." The engineer said, pointing towards where he shot at.
The agents nodded and moved towards the body cautiously. They kept their pistols trained to the sides in case the assassin was still alive. 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 breathing down his neck.
Victims Remaining: 7
The engineer turned around, ready for a berating. "Dumbass." The soldat smacked the front shielding of the Engineer's mask with the handle of his sword.
"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 lunged 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 went into Wank's face.
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.
Victims Remaining: 6
Wank used the AN-15 in her hand to block 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 once again.
/ Bullet -Time: Engaged!/
Wank did the same thing as Hank did, only this time it was faster than Hank's and had a whiter fog opposed to Hank's black miasma. 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 flew at such speeds that it managed to cut through every layer of metal and impaled the engineer to a wall.
/ Bullet -Time: Disengaged! /
Victims Remaining: 4
Wank noted that the smoke was starting to die down, and so was her cover. Wank grabbed the hilt of the dead soldat's 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 able to close the distance from 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 grabbed the dead body by the neck. She would then throw the dead body at the agent about to take fire.
The agent's vision was blocked, resorting to him having to throw his former teammate's body to the floor and continuing 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. Wank cuts the agent in half with a single swing, sending the top side of the torso towards the wall.
She grabbed onto the agent's deagle and pointed the handcannon to the others. She fired only 2 shots and took them all down. Each one of the shots splitting their heads in half, and painting the room red.
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/ WAVE 3 COMPLETED! /
Victims Remaining: 0
"Imagine getting killed by someone named Wank."
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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, while getting her bowie knife back.
"Hank's probably tired of waiting for me."
Wank pointed the keycard towards the door she was about to head into. Wank placed the keycard into its hole and was greeted by a literal pool of blood. The blood seeped into the soles of Wank's boots. At the very least she did find Hank.
Except Hank was choking a soldat out with some carbon wire while on a phone call.
"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. She wasn't his therapist, what the hell was she supposed to do?
Unknowingly, 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.
At this point Hank was getting real mad, with him shaking enough to make it hard to balance the phone on his shoulder.
"I don't care about some stupid ass MAG agent. If it bleeds I can kill it. And for the record, I've killed TWO GODS. Not one, but TWO! Fucking TWO!" By now the carbon wire was starting to draw blood inside of the soldat's neck.
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 SMG's slider back. "I think it's the former." Hank kicked open a metal door behind him and revealed a nice looking 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 the living defination of Killing Machine. Both figuratively and literally."
"Three. My arch enemy is a zombified psychopathic clown who is considered the smartest person in all of Nevada. Not to mention he's practically god thanks to how hard he can fuck over reality."
"Four. I've distorted reality several times, and me crawling back from hell isn't included in the list."
"Five. My right arm is a literal crab." 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, "…I- uh… forget it."
She tried saying something, but realized there weren't close enough things to consider Hank a functioning member of society.
"Exactly." Hank said with a smug face.
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 of an elevator ride. "So… how was your day?"
Hank sighed and looked at Wank's lens. "I don't know, I just got resurrected, what would you think about that?"
"Mhm, I think 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. The doors slammed into its sides like it was forced open. "OPEN FIRE!" A soldat shouted at the top of his lungs.
An actual hellstorm of bullets was then fired at the opened elevator. The bullets showered the entire elevator. One of the ambushers even threw in a grenade. If Hank or Wank were down there it would be nearly impossible to dodge all of those bullets.
Some soldat's armed with shotguns entered into the elevator looking for the bodies. They checked the corners of the elevator expecting Hank or Wank to be there, but were greeted by nothing.
"Shit, they weren't here." The soldat spoke into his radio 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 you 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 think about it.'
Wank joined Hank shortly afterwards. She squeezed herself into the vent with a little more difficulty than Hank. 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 units in the room.
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/ WAVE 4 STARTED! /
Victims Remaining: 68
"Okay. You're royally fucked."
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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 break soon enough and they'll get mowed down by the minigun fire in seconds.
"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 lost 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 of his! If we'd done it my way, he wouldn't last a second! 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 Wank was 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.
Victims 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 even 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. The skin around him darkened up and he saw only red.
Hank with smoke starting to actually form from his mouth, 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 then spiked the katana like a volleyball into the narrow lines of the G03LM's helmet.
The katana's blade went through the lines of the helmet and went inside of the helmet. The blade carved deep into the G03LM's face, but Hank wasn't done yet. He mounted onto the G03LM's helmet and smashed his fist into the katana's hilt, breaking the helmet and shooting deeper into the G03LM.
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.
Victims Remaining: 54
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.
"Fuck off." 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 at his head mincing the agent's face to shreds.
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 dodged the bullets and threw his weapon away at random. The NK-33 landed 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 out the agent's rib 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 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.
Victims Remaining: 47
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?'
She observed the mag size and slapped the magazine back in. 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 agent 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.
Victims Remaining: 41
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.
A Nexus soldat came from the sides and tried to cleave her into two. She ducked under 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.
Victims Remaining: 34
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 held the shotgun in both hands and smashed the butt of the gun into the engineer's mask. She whipped behind her to kill an agent approaching from behind.
Without looking back, she slammed the trigger and obliterated the engineer's head. She turned her attention to the melee units, 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.
Victims Remaining: 26
Wank held the shotgun's handle like a baton and used it to bludgeon her enemies 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 she 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.
Victims Remaining: 21
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 as many 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.
Victims Remaining: 16
Two other G03LM came in next, one armed with an axe halberd.
"Time to end this." Were 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 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 started 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."
Victims Remaining: 14
Hank on the other side, 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. He waltzed 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 onto 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. On his way there, Hank took three shots of his hand cannon and took down the three agents surrounding Wank.
Victims Remaining: 9
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 another Half-MAG and going straight into the cement floor.
"MISSION. TERMINATE HANK WIMBLETON." The 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. Wank noticed too and backed away from the ceiling's debris.
"What the fuck…?" Hank asked as numerous pieces of ruble started to fall from the ceiling.
Victims Remaining: 8
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 a MAG sized shoe. "Ah great. A MAG, hurray." Hank said in a unamused tone, his sarcasm showing.
Victims 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 demonic 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 hockey mask. The mask had breathing holes that were oddly positioned on the top of the forehead, and a large red smiley face painted on the bottom. The mask's eye holes were lifeless and held nothing inside of it.
Tricky was laying on top of a couch in the middle of the room, yet none of the assassins had even noticed he was there.
"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 than 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!?" Tricky 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. 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 confused, "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 only 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 a 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 in the room. 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 stabbed in the side by the MAG.
"Agh!" She screamed as the 10 foot blade went inside her ribs and her kidney.
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…
Tricky grabbed his stop sign and smashed the blunt side into Hank's chest. The assassin had the wind knocked out of him, but kept on going. Hank slashed the pole of the sign and disarmed the clown. Breaking his funny little sign in two.
The clown gasped, "YOU BITCH! YOU DARE KILL MISTER SIGN!?" Tricky then dunked on Hank with full force, hitting Hank on the top of the head and stunning him.
Tricky pulled his fists back and started to pummel Hank, "MUDA, MUDA, MUDA, MUDA!" Tricky screamed out, continuously smashing his fists into Hank. Finally Tricky pulled Hank out of the loop after giving Hank a massive wallop of a punch in the jaw.
Hank staggered backwards with his half shredded mask, "Urgh! You bitch!" Hank cussed at Tricky.
"That's for throwing me outta a building! And for murdering Mister Sign!" 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.
"You mind telling me the joke?" Tricky stuck 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 crept closer. When it touched the ground, it exploded 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!?" 2BDamned shouted after receiving no answers whatsoever.
A.A.H.W. FILE #1056
PROFILE'S NAME: Wank J. Wimbleton
CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE
KNOWN ALIAS/ES: Fem Hank, The Reaper in White, White Hank, (I'm not even going to type that in. - A), The Banshee.
AGE: 28 YEARS
MODEL: GENERATION 04
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 (Hyper Lethal Experiment), 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 women 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 them to inherit the Bullet-Time. Just only that it's more stable and less potent. However, instead of slowing down time, it insteads accelerates her own. Despite the different usages, it has been proven to be as effective as Hank's.
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: Jun/11/23