"As I thought...You think your little disguise was fooling anybody little girl?"
The open briefcase clattered to the floor, the folded rifle and its loaded magazine nearly spilling out of it as the man taunted.
G36's eyes remained glued to the ground. A dull, defeated expression saturated her face as she leaned against the wall, her wrists bound to the bars over the bathroom window with a piece of tied fabric.
As part of a contract with the Stasi, she had been sent in undercover as an intern for a company suspected of being a front for a local mafia to gather intelligence on their activities. Of course, things hadn't gone well. The intelligence regarding the operation had leaked, whether it was due to the Stasi having some spies in the ranks of their own, or someone in the Stasi wanted the Neo-Soviet based PMC to take a hint that they weren't welcome in these parts was anybody's guess. Now, she was here, tied up in a bathroom in that prissy office outfit that Kalina had picked for her, her blouse torn open exposing her cleavage, her stockings torn at the knees from being forcefully dragged across the floor, and a group of snickering men encircling her.
"You are making a mistake..." 36 uttered sullenly.
This only prompted more cackles from the man in front, a large handsome man with blonde, slicked back hair, and broad shoulders. "You think anybody gives a shit about some third-rate rent-a-cop? A doll at that? Face it, clank, they sent you because nobody would miss you if something happened to you, which they expected. And now, we're going to show them what's going to happen if they send an agent that is worth half a shit, they'll know to leave us the fuck alone when they find you in a dumpster, another piece of trash mixed in with the used condoms and shit-stained underwear."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. That might prove unhealthy." 36 warned again.
"Pfff!" The man dismissed. "What the fuck are you doing to do, clanker? Everybody knows dolls can't hurt humans. 'Assmenoffs Law' or some shit."
"Tch..." 36 spat quietly, her eyes returning to the floor.
"Now, don't be like that...I'll be generous. How about me and my boys give you one last good time before we power you down?"
"Even if I'd asked for it, I'd still be disappointed. The fact that you need a captive audience speaks volumes." The doll deadpanned.
"You're awfully flippant given your predicament, tin-can, you should be grateful it's gentlemen like us that got a hold of you. What we could do instead is mindwipe you, then pawn you off to the nastiest motherfucker we know, someone who can't so much as get hard to anything less than the most depraved shit that most people can't even comprehend. Keep mouthing off and maybe I'll still do that, I'll even buy the snuff film of him shitting in your mouth and caving in your skull afterwards."
The group behind the leader cackled at the thought of it, sneering smugly.
One of the men spoke up, brandishing a small syringe. "We've got an override shot right here, you know. It'd be a shame to waste it on such an old model, but if you really want to make yourself stand out like you are now, I can get over it."
The leader continued. "So, be more grateful for your good fortune, sweetie, and keep that pretty little mouth of your shut until I tell you to open it nice and wide..."
His belt began to unbuckle, his trousers unbuttoned. His excitement built at seeing her helpless like this, her ripped stockings, her torn blouse, he couldn't wait to peel them off of her while she whimpered and begged. The men encircling them watched intently as he encroached upon her, eager for the boss to finish his 'turn' so he could have theirs.
His pants hit the floor, he drew ever closer to the bound doll, and...
A short blade suddenly sprung from the tip of G36's shoe. In an instant, she launched her foot upwards on a collision course with his groin. The leader could only manage a short gasp as he registered what was about to happen - and then the blade made contact. The shoe violently shoved the knife in, piercing through the sack and skewering through the shaft, bright red blood spurted out from the wound, gushing with every pump of his heart. And then, she wrenched her foot out. The sack split open, blood splattered to the floor along with his right testicle, while his left dangled openly between his legs, the spermatic cord straining under the load.
The man keeled over, bile sprayed from his mouth before he crumpled to the floor, his face contorting as he let out a shrill, agonized wail.
One of the others managed to shake himself out of the initial shock of what had just gone down. "T-The shot! Give her the shot!"
The syringe bearing man charged forward, and slammed the needle down towards her shoulder.
36's arm suddenly wrenched out of her restraints as if she had been tied up with tissue paper, her forearm launched toward her assailant's to block the attack.
SNAP
The metal endoskeleton slammed into the man's bony forearm, his forearm wrenched into the shape of an 'L' as his shattered bone tore through his flesh and pierced through his skin, a deafening scream drowned out the sound of the syringe clattering to the floor.
"STUPID BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" A voice yelled from behind, 36 turned to see a fist swinging straight towards her.
Her reflexes being faster than any human could comprehend, the doll caught the fist in flight, her hand enveloping it as it was stopped dead in its tracks.
She had no idea what the man had been thinking trying to punch a tactical doll, but it was clear from the look in his eyes that whatever fantasies he held had evaporated in an instant. Anger turned to regret, regret turned to despair as he fruitlessly tried to tug his hand away, but the doll's grip only grew tighter...tighter. The pain and pressure built as the man's demeanor grew more and more desperate, almost pleading as she tightened it more...more..
Any pride he once had gave way in tandem with the bones in his hand, the blood-curdling shriek meshed with the popping of bones, blood gushed from between G36's fingers as his hand was crushed as if it had been caught inside of a trash compactor. And then, her other fist slammed straight into his gut, his scream was cut off instantly, the sound of his voice replaced by a geyser of blood shooting out from his mouth. She seized him by the neck and pressed him into the wall, his entire body seared in paralyzing pain, a sickly black stain saturated the seat of his trousers as stars and spots clouded his vision.
Her servos firing on all cylinders, she drove her fist straight into his head and compressed it into the wall. The wall behind him cracked and crumbled as the top half of his head exploded into an amorphous red paste, the remains of his head barely recognizable as human save for the remnants of his lower jaw protruding from the otherwise unidentifiable mess of torn flesh and shattered bone. Whatever his name may have been, it was going to be 'John Doe' from here on.
"Shoot her!...Shoot her!" The leader wailed out from behind.
The doll turned, meeting the eyes of one of the men fumbling with her namesake weapon, his trembling hands struggling to align the magazine with the magwell. Panic set in as G36 began to encroach upon him, he forced the magazine into the slot and rummaged for the charging handle.
The rifle's bolt slammed forward into battery, but just before he could train it on the doll, she seized it under the handguard, and slowly began to orient the barrel towards him. The mobster fought with all of his strength, desperately trying to push the weapon forward, but no matter how hard he struggled, the muzzle continued its journey unabated to the underside of his chin.
G36 saw the sheer panic in his eyes as he helplessly watched the movement of the weapon, and registered that his struggles were ultimately futile. His tired, strained muscles gave up more ground as he looked pleadingly at the doll.
"W-Wait! Please, no!" His thrashing grew more desperate, every ounce of his weight went towards pushing the weapon away as he felt the cold metal of the flash hider brushing against his stubble. "NO! NO! WAIT! WAI-"
BANG
The flash of the muzzle sent a burst of light beaming out of his mouth, the top of his head erupted in a shower of gray matter and bone fragments. The knees gave out instantly, the lifeless body lulled forward and thudded to the floor like a sack of bricks, a rush of blood poured out of the exit wound, a low, soft groan escaped his lips as his lungs steadily deflated, blood dripped from the seams of his eye sockets as his irises canted in different directions.
The sound of shuffling on the floor caught 36's attention, the leader of the group crawled towards the dropped syringe, leaving behind a snail trail of crimson.
The leader reached out, and fumbled the syringe into his grip, but the moment he turned over, he was met with 36's shoe slamming into his wrist and pinning it to the flooor.
"Bitch...fucking bitch!..." The mobster moaned out.
The doll seized the needle out of his grip. Bending down to him, she seized his head and pinned it to the floor, the lower half of her palm forcing his eyelid open. Pure horror manifested in the man's eyes as the doll aligned the tip of the needle with his eyeball...and drove it downwards.
The needle pierced straight into his pupil, black fluid surfaced and flowed steadily down the cornea. The man thrashed around violently, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against the doll, but they merely bounced off as if they were made of rubber, the scream he let out was ear-piercing, so intense that one could hear his vocal chords tearing themselves apart as the needle sunk in deeper, deeper...
Eventually, the body of the syringe pressed into the orb, she drove it down with a little more force, the cornea began to split open, and then, she smashed her palm into the back of the needle. The scream was immediately cut off, replaced by a noise that barely even sounded human as the man spasmed and thrashed uncontrollably on the floor, a stream of blood gushing from his nostrils and painting a crimson stripe down his chin.
G36 turned her gaze upwards, and found the syringe's original owner leaned against the wall, staring blankly as his broken arm, the bone protruding through the skin, blood pouring down the other half and dripping to the floor as it dangled loosely by its flesh. the sight of his disfigurement paralyzing him in shock as he hyperventilated.
The doll encroached upon him, the feeling of two hands seizing his head jolted the man out of his trance as he was forced down to his knees...and then he felt the pressure begin to build.
"G-God...no...please...don't..." The man whimpered out.
The pressure built more, intensifying as his head began to flare up in pain, the doll's grip tightening ever more.
"No! No! Stop! STOP! STOP!" He cried out, his functioning hand clawed at her grip futilely. The pressure built more, more, her hand clamping down on his head in a vice grip, he felt his skull teetering on its breaking point as the pain grew unbearable. "STOP IT! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP!"
POP
The cranium gave, a loud pop sounding as the pressure released, his skull began to cave in, crunching and crackling as his features warped and twisted, blood spurted out from his ears and nostrils as his head continued to compress, the eyes bulged from their sockets and popped out dangling from their optical nerves.
She let go, the body thudded to the floor, the deformed head sloshed against the surface.
The doll now stood alone, amongst the collection of mutilated, lifeless bodies sprawled out on the floor, the blood pooling on the floor turning the room into a bloodbath in every sense of the word. Some gangsters they were, maybe they should have tried going back to school.
Packing her rifle back into the suitcase, she noticed the previously closed door to the bathroom had been left ajar, it looks like one of them had the sense to make a break for it...
The chain rattled defiantly as the youngest of the group tugged desperately on the door, the same chain that they had fastened over it before seizing the undercover doll to prevent her from escaping, or any unwanted visitors from interrupting their "entertainment". Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the one that had been entrusted with the key to the padlock.
Turning to look for another exit, the boy was instead met with the sight of the doll staring down at him from the end of the corridor, the blood of his partners in crime staining her white blouse, crimson droplets steadily dripped to the floor from her blood-soaked hands as she stared ahead.
"N-No! W-Wait!" The boy cried out. "I-I'm not like this! This isn't me!...I...I just thought being a gangster would be cool! L-Like in the movies, I didn't know what they were really..."
There wasn't any response. And then, the doll began to walk forward, bloody footprints trailed behind her, the soles of her shoes sticky with blood.
"I-I wanted to stop them! You've got to believe me! But you don't know what they would have done to me if I did!"
The doll continued forward, undeterred.
"I'm done, okay! No more! I don't want this kind of life! I don't wanna...I just want to go home! I want to see my Mom again!"
G36's hand lurched to the chain, and tore it from the door...But she still stood barring the way, clasping the chain in her hand. The doll's eyes stared ahead without a hint of sympathy or hesitation, as if she was simply looking right through him...
He could tell that her mind was made up, the boy's face contorted in fright, tears began to trickle out. "N-No! Please! I just wanna go home! I wanna go home! I WANNA GO HOME-"
He tried to back away, but the doll pounced the moment he tried. The chain snared around his neck and wrenched tight, as he spun around, the doll kicked the back of his leg and forced him to his knees. Tears continued to stream down his face as he thrashed desperately, he hands clawed at the chain, pulling hopelessly to try to wrestle for a single gasp of breath. G36 brought up her knee and pressed into the back of his head, forcing it forward while she tugged backwards. The chain pressed deeper into his neck as a tormented gurgle resounded from him. His trachea collapsed shut, he felt his eyes bulging as the pressure around his neck completely cut off his airway. His thrashes gradually began to get weaker, weaker. He gave one final effort, thrashing and tugging with all of his remaining strength against the chain...but it did him no good. Even before he lost consciousness, his body slumped in defeat - a quiet acceptance of his fate as the tears continued to flow.
Eventually, the body fell limp. G36 brought her knee back down and unfurled the chain from the corpse's neck. Tossing the chain aside, she seized the head underneath its chin and violently wrenched it to the side, a loud snap resonated through the hall as the spine sheered itself in two. She let the body drop, its head oriented uncannily into an awkward position as it stared blankly ahead, tears staining its face.
The doll pulled the exit open, and stepped out into the alley. Discretely making her way out of sight, she let out a sigh. The paperwork regarding this operation was not going to be fun, but that wasn't as bad as the alternative would have been.
Why anybody thought it was a good idea trying to do such a thing to a Tactical Doll was still a mystery to her, perhaps some people could only truly learn things the hard way...
