Chapter 4.0

It was time for cigarette, maybe i should handle that old maniac i knew, real cult leader shit, he had some cash i bet and guns, guy was a fucking nut with a gang of peanuts. Real psycho, he was indeed a criminal in charge. Good shit i bet. I got the motor running, hit on a highway, picked some guns, picked Molo and Tov. It was a ranch, a real spawn ranch. Spawning evil, the road there was creepy, old trees and creepy animals in the distance eerily looking where ever you went, we took a small road to nowhere. Hell was waiting, we were ready. We took the car to nearby field, binoculars saw a big excavator near the big house. We would have to sneak close, real eerily, sneak sneak sneak, real sneaking, snaking, shoveling dirt with our feet. From tree to tree, real tactical style we unrolled. The house was quiet, the creeps were sleeping. CQC tactics in hand, real carefully we opened the door, enrolled in, one two three, creep number uno was sleeping in a chair with shotgun, we stabbed him to death, two big knives side by side from the throat. The room was pretty empty otherwise, this didnt promise good but maybe they were bad at decorating. Room 2 had some stuff, bingo, but we had to get rid of the others first, guns and murder was emitting from the items. SHOTGUN BLAST, IT WAS ON.

”WHO THE FUCK KILLED MY BEAUTIFUL BASTARD SON”

Quick turn, there he was stetson as his helmet, boots with steel toes, long coat and smirk. I rolled, shot, boom there goes a leg, his shotgun went of and hit Tov.

”OUCH FUCK HELL”

Molo put a quick burst in the bastard but his back was steel plated. His other arm was actually metal.

”HAHA YOU NEVER GET”

BOOM, his head exploded from the powerful blaster shot. Screaming started, chaos, hell, all on the loose, damn.

”Tov keep yourself here”

Creep numero deus came in. Spraying hell with his submachine blaster.

”ARRRGGHH”

The floor had holes now, quick shot. His head went from Molo's autoshotgun.

”Hell yeah”

Hell yeah indeed, now we had rest of the mansion to check out, the creeps were a plenty. Side by side on the door, gunpowder smelling, we enrolled creeping. There was a staircase. Night gowned olf man with a revolver was waiting, shot me between legs, Molo got him good, straight to chest. Double staircased building, we took the stairs from two sides, X like viewpoint enrolling. Two creeps appeared, long johnson and one in leather jacket. Pump shotgun and Tek-999. Shooting and hollering at us, i rolled back and stumbled a bit, it hit the wall, Molo was on point and got the shotgun guy. Things were getting heated, Tek wearing long john guy slammed the door. It was wooden, i blasted thru, window cracked and there it was. Dead silence again. Creep valley villains were soon to be gone. I climbed the stairs and we heard car escaping, it was the women, i saw from a window. They had enough and screamed.

”FUCK THIS”

My voice croaked.

”I think it's empty”

Upper rooms didnt have much, a tv and porno and some weird magick room with hexagram flooring, real creep stuff. 

The small room had grenades, mines, explosives, rope, oil and top of all good gun collection. We had to get Tov fixed, i dropped him at the clinic, real nasty wound but cybernetics leg would heal him, then to the dealer, these mines and stuff had a good price on them. Such was life, another teenage dream of some cult piece of shitter scattered to the winds.

Some ass, i needed some ass. I would have to go and get it. Back to base, picking up big poppa outfit, nice big jacket and so on. I needed a hat on top of my head for good times sake so my hair would not be in my mouth. Hmm... maybe a cap. Black cap, that said machinegunwriter. That's what i found at old second hand store. A write a little story about my currents events and scratched it, it was evidence, it was burning in my backyard, good barbecue of words burning, world turning. But it wasnt important, sike. Now that brain work was done i was ready for new stuff. Ready and kicking. Tov's leg would heal fast i bet, cybernetics nartotica would do him fast, juiced up to the gills. In the news there was a story about brain stealing criminal organization, i had to get bottom of this, i hit the bar, the same with old crooks. They knew them well, they all got fucked up and were sweating for action but didnt know where they were, i started hacking their website, the admin was living near, on B.A.A.D district, Bullshit street 554. I would start there, kicked the door in.

”Both barrels for you, you bastard if you dont answer my questions”

”What what” the old nerd squeemed.

”Yes yes, oh yes the gang, they fucked me up and i had to make the website, i didnt like them at all but they control me every friday and i dont know what the fuck is going, i think they hacked me too with some tool they screwed in my head, i tried to get rid of it and it started beeping and they came back hour later, so they are hour away”

Indeed a small squere screwed with four screws was on back of his head.

”Aww fuck, not this slavery shit, these people are the worst and the website was clear fraudulent trap, because it said come to this meetup and its some religious cult”

I had checked up quickly on the way the place because it was near and indeed it was small church like thing. Real creep vibes, older style, charged with gas lightning that was bumping with weirdness. Some weird music playing. Anyhow, matter at hand.