Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Phots Of Meth Sores On Your Body

Part V: What The Fuck Is With Thomas? (Day II)



Part V

Day II


next day was "wash day" in both metaphoric and literal sense of the term.
Louis went to a local laundry to wash (in the sense of clean and not beat) their clothes, which was a good idea so that long gone are the days when he testified about the status of a pirate strength odor that extract. At the same washing machine, to his surprise, he met one of the participants in the brawl Gaumont, Irishman, moreover, and both said that if the fate allowed them to once again assume fall, they should celebrate it another bashing. This time, however, did not receive a wave of relatives with red heads to the rescue and juicy Frenchman kicked in the jaw quickly put your opponent on the boards ... Then he made money, because after all, when it came here.
metaphorical money was a bit more complicated, although it also contained an element of violence.
Vinnie "borrowed" from an unspecified, but certainly honest man, a retro-car Mitsubishi pick-up, with its retro being manifested by the fact that the body was "oldschool" is not the end welded to the chassis, which only an added fun when driving on rough roads.
In the meantime, Johnnie took his place at the destination point, which went for a beer to Isaacs. Keira joined Vinnie and we both came up some time after Johnnie.
brief exchange of views in the schema Jew denies the existence of the debt, a young woman threatens incalculable:
- Oh, no! No, no, no ... Twice a month ... no, no, so there will be - dodwał of the seriousness of wagging a finger - No way. Not so we agreed.
- I just answered, and we both know what will happen if I return empty-handed.
led ... to the inevitable stalemate in the form of embarrassing silence, as well as a restaurant cook out / bodyguard of the great Jew Jacob from his cave kitchen.
idyllic situation certainly would last longer if not for the fact that intrusions into the premises of two Indians who were probably similar to Keira and plans of the company. A brief exchange of views
embellished oratorskimi feats like "spierdalać" and "fuck with you" ended up pulling out weapons by one intruder from the Far East and shot in the direction of Vinnie, but that proved to be missed ... shot, not Vinnie, because Vinnie did not even think about aiming. Keira
completely surprised and Vinnie did not respond, then, while sitting far Johnnie, nieprzyznający even to the knowledge of either party, without much hesitation shot and seriously wounded the attacker sable. A colleague postrzelonego soberly assessed the situation and ran up behind him kurzyło.
All this confusion made the Jew he had no desire to argue about money. The Pirates took so dough and almost-corpse.
Zładowawszy second of these in the trunk, they decided to give it to the owner, and by the way please another debt. They went, so the restaurant 'Dhaka'.
'Dhaka' was known speluną mafia, which is the Indians resided. Keira
doubted whether they really want to give the three of us to shoot with automatic weapons by putting your head in the lion's mouth, so preferred to talk more this step with the management.
- So mine is zawieźcie them to the trunk, let him know that you want payment for a taxi, in addition to normal charges, and if not, then wypierdolę them into the atmosphere. - Martin and generally been very persuasive.
Confident: Also moved on and unceremoniously declared from the first comer gangsterowi crest of an elephant, who lurked in the middle of the property they await the entrance of his friend get shot.
came out three of them, one of which immediately took up near-corpse.
other two, with quite what it should be noted, for unknown reasons, they started raving, with who knows what.
- Tell Martin, dressed up with the scoop! Get the fuck out of here, I pass him pinning a note to your coffin! - Hasan, or another Hasim show off dramatic self-expression.
- can tell you about another way: if you do not quoting Martin's pay is "wyjebie you in space" and it will cost you much more than the normal fee. - Said coldly Keira.
- You fucking bitch!
As you might guess, this was an official invitation to a shootout.
[2 minutes earlier, a street near ...]
Large, massive, armored jeep with semi-automatic gun at a great pace and a chrome bumper glided slowly across the street. The gun was hidden as long as - torn cloth in the colors of camouflage, and it seemed to say, "I There is not, and how not to believe it'll shoot you. "
sat in the car the three men. The two who were in the front looked quite normal, were wearing black turtlenecks, berets and Ensolv sunglasses. The guy on the pace, the department was the ... a tad different. He had four arms, with all the chrome and a great red Mohawk. Also, wear sunglasses, but it was clear that they are packed with powerful electronics all travail. In addition, he was wearing only a cargo pants and heavy boots. Metal on his torso in an irregular way intertwined with the body.
- We need to catch some people to question Martin. - Threw the driver.
- As told Christopher? - Asked sitting on the passenger seat - Le, I thought that we were just after a beer. - Took to the exploding cigarette.
driver snorted.
- Dipper battle?
- whore Well I guess you did not want to pay for them?
Zarechotali either.
When turned into the street, where there was a 'Dhaka', "the guy" at the pace he knocked in the roof of the jeep.
- E, you see what is happening there?
looked toward the restaurant where they had just started shooting. Fired.
- Hey, 'Dhaka' is a division of Martin, right?
- Yup.
- Do you think that his children have come to do brawl?
- We'll find out. Peter, rozpierdol Indians and the pick-up.
- Heh, you do, sir.
[In the meantime, before the restaurant.]
- You fucking bitch!
who drew his weapon is alive with the exception of Keira, who rather think about how not to get shot. Silent
ever shot an Indian in her direction, but hit only in the car. Vinnie
staged edged out the window and robbed her in response to face the guy who talked to Keira.
His friend saw it he raised the gun again by changing the target, but suddenly we could hear muffled "DUP" and flew away to as many as if some invisible hand just grabbed him and tossed like a rag to the back. Only after the splash of blood on the sidewalk everyone figured out that was stuck in him a great shot.
Fractions of seconds later we could hear several other deaf-like tremors and the entire entrance to the restaurant turned into a pile of rubble and glass.
Johnnie and Vinnie managed to turn around and see the jeep to the next A quasi-tąpnięciu find a magical way out of the car, which also magically started to burn. The darkness hid his eyes.
Keira was paralyzed about what was happening. Suddenly, the death of the jeep, ran some dressed in black "unless-soldier," but before she could speak, she saw the eyes of his fist, and joined his colleagues in Neverland.

Denise Milani Tpoless Denise Milani?

Part V: What The Fuck Is With Thomas? (Day I)



Part V

Day I


After the first fight would be considered as newcomers to the Brandenburg Discordia were accepted as the newest official rookies and splendor of their current situation, they added referenced in battle injuries of which they finished on potłuczeniach, and the only woman in the company got a real, real rumble with icing (in the form of a concussion) at the top. Comparing
gains invaluable experience in a bar and an authentic battlefield losses in the form of shattered bone and tooth loss, it should be noted that this was a very successful night.
While Keira rzygała a bucket, while others were trying to cure a hangover wedge, Robespierre, Louis decided to go to the captain and see how this you have. Do not forget the tribute in the form of red-haired flachy water, which always reduces customs.
Shot Luger, who greeted him and dramatically splattered had brought a bottle of liquor, announcing to all and sundry that the master of healthy and delicious humor. So they cut off a chat about who is more dirty with the enemy is in your account, and soon also went down to business. After all, if the recruits had to join the crew, it is high time that they began to make themselves, right?
"new" received two tasks.
- You, my friend, for a rare specimen floating pharmacy battle.
- In the style of aspirin laxigen assault and contact, or a more Rambo-7 and the fireball? - Asked the Frenchman.
- Anything that is on demand. How to washing powder will have the right price and will be illegal, let me witness I traded my grandmother washing powder! - Captain laughed.
- Let us bless beech market law.
- But seriously, I have two robots, and can be arranged. In two teamach best to save you time.
- I'm all ears.
- Well, it is a dirty job and dirtier work. There is some good to being pushed and is ... Tax to be collected.

As chief ordered, so it had to happen. Louis went to talk over the matter ashes with Kevin, Vinnie, and John hit in military matters to Acute Billy.
Who was Kevin? Kevin zawiadywał "pharmacy" at the Brandenburg Discordia. Japanese hairstyle wkurwionej a star punk-pop-rock to sit around all day for armored glass smashing in the next Game Boy clone, or mixing together different chemicals, which had an entire warehouse, and the floor literally littered with the most popular components of drugs. Kevin elicited using a button on the wall because the room in which it is located, was evidently a soundproofed.
Frenchman with the latter in fact quite convinced the hard way. Not noticing that the button, tried to force themselves separating it from the "chemist" barrier, which was so much a bad idea that emerged from the ceiling suddenly Gatling-type rotary cannon, and came from an unknown direction of the two guards with heavy machine guns, summoned the sounds of howling alarm.
but escaped with life ...
- Frenchman, or Louis, as you prefer. Martin sent me after some magical toy.
- Ah, yes. Chief mentioned that you, or someone comes up to you. I have for you sweets.
... Louis about her with the details of the Japanese market commodity risk.
Vinnie and John and try your luck with wytargowaniem in Acute Billy equipment to share a lot of pieces of weapons, or at least as much as possible. Unfortunately
officer did not bend under the force of their arguments, and he used his own strength, which was the scion of his argument, throwing both of his cabin. Were it not for the sudden entrance of the court mechanics, the situation was likely to get worse in an artistic manner it could probably leave by consistently throwing cans of tomato paste on the wall.
But if what was about to explain, it became clear, the team moved into the city to meet its obligation to a pirate to make money in the least legally. ***

Louis evidently felt a strong connection with a bar Gaumont, because that's where, along with Australian, wrote his first steps on dry land.
plan was simple, speaks fluent French, and an explosive newcomer from the other hemisphere supports the elegance of expression a colleague strong arm Hilux driver inherited shotgun.
Bobby thanked the hospitality and care for the prior night, Louis inquired Language:
- As a bartender you know probably half of the city. Associate people who are engaged in distribution of chemistry?
- Yes, it's you. - Bartender laughed.
- Yeah, but someone more.
- Do not forgive me, but being in the pocket of the local drug boss in the form of your desperado captain, did not it falls to me to maintain contacts with competitors.
- Yeah, I understand. But surely you know someone who maintains.
- Hm. David Collins.
- Who be dat?
- Policeman. Stationed at Martin Road. Seriously.
- Oh, irony. Info
It was expected, but there were also bonus:
- Sure you do not know what people do in Ipswich Christopher? - Bobby accosted than this, than from this.
- Honestly? I have no idea.
- Hm. Interesting.
- Who ever came up with your eye? Sam Christopher, if only its people?
- Hehe, Christopher have long not seen and I thought that 'Munich' in the Indian Ocean zapierdala, but today the street he saw one of my Lucas. It is the Officer in Christopher.
- So happy the whole dysfunctional family returns home.
- Hm. I do not know ... or 'Bismarck' or 'Munich' do not stand in the roads. Thomas is reportedly in town, but Christopher certainly is not, at least yet ... Have heard about it.

When Steven and Louis came out of the Gaumont, found that their duty was to anticipate your boss about the movements of "friends."
Robespierre drew so mobile.
- Oi, a Frenchman.
- What? - Martin greeted.
- I heard from Lucas is in town and that you can not know.
And after a while the explanations ...
- Stand there and do not move, we will go to ride.
- Sure.
About half an hour later Mercedes drove up to the thirties, cabrio. Martin behind the wheel, alongside Billy Sharp with a metal arm slung out.
- Embark. - Ordered the captain.
car suddenly moved quickly, which probably owed mentioned engine, which roared as if it were removed from the very wkurwionej truck. Auto go past other vehicles in the wild pace of the narrow streets of the city from time to time touching the pavement.
At some point, entered the harbor area and clearly slowed, and Billy Martin and began to look around carefully, looking for traces of life in numerous side streets.
Suddenly, Billy Martin slapped a mechanical arm so that it almost dropped the wheel of his hands.
- there are.
gaze fell on the three remaining beer garden 'U Burt', which at one table sat four men. On one hand, broad-shouldered giant in a leather jacket and a thousand piercings in ears and nose, and beside him a man of presence, a banker in an elegant suit and coat. The other two guys seemed to be middle-class thugs.
not specifically thinking about Martin rammed a wooden fence and crashed two plastic chairs.
Rzezimieszkowie gave a leg, a giant rose and banker.
Mercedes rolled out with Billy.
- Keep gumbasa at gunpoint. - Whisper told Louis and Steven Martin, and all three got out. Australian
noticed that Martin is hiding behind his hand, which had already organ rising weapons. It was a very powerful gun, a black barrel, on which is engraved in gold letters the word 'Witch Hunter'.
- Heheeeeej! Lucas! - Martin threw friendships enhancing sunglasses with his free hand.
- Martin? - Raised an eyebrow caused the name of the man in the mantle. Suddenly the captain
Discordia Brandenburg gave a shot in the knee of his interlocutor.
roar was enormous, but the ball that seemed to be able to smash concrete blocks, bounced from the destination and ricocheted bogged down in the wall of a nearby building, creating a sizeable presence in her groove.
Lucas because of the impact force lost his balance and fell on his face to the ground.
His companion took two steps in the direction of Martin, but then Steve showed him the muzzle of his shotgun.
- Not a single step, or uranium nafaszeruje you, bitch! - Shouted Australian, lying still on their ammunition.
Louis saw it, also imposed a gun to the head of a giant.
In the meantime, Billy Sharp quickly ran to the overturned Lucas grabbed him from behind in the style of wrestling and how to put a doll on their feet. Arms embracing him in a steel grip held him helpless a few inches above the ground. His victim struggled a moment, but could not deliver the arms, or even a little slip.
Martin stepped forward and pulled his face up to Lucas. He smiled.
- Hi, Lucas.
- What are you doing, Martin? Billy Sharp
strengthened its grip and we could hear the sound of a nasty bone gruchoczących of themselves.
Lucas gave of himself muffled groan.
- Whore ...
- politely to the captain - Billy growled.
- Watch out, Billy is sensitive. Frankly, I thought that I traded the spine. I think you'll want to fix this error, after our conversation, huh?
- What do you want? - Cough with great difficulty.
- Billy, loosen a bit, because our friend is hard to talk to. Probably not learned even to do without air.
Billy obeyed, and held at gunpoint giant took a step towards them.
Martin saw a corner of his eye and pointed it at him.
- Also have steel legs? Do you just want to crawl back to 'Munich'? - Then turned back to Lucas - What are you doing in my port, Lucas?
silence answered him.
- Where is Christopher?
Silence.
- Is the 'Munich' will honor the local roadstead in the near future?
Silence.
- Billy.
Billy Sharp gave of themselves sapnięcie, then we could hear sick break, after which the body convulsion shook Lucas, and his face contorted in a grimace of silent scream.
At this point, his companion rushed toward Billy. Seeing this, Steven scored in the direction of hip man.
blood flew, but nothing more. Impassive giant caught up to the end and blow in the kidneys opponent defended Lucas, who hit the floor helplessly. Martin measured, but not fired.
Billy turned and took another blow to the face. Then another and another.
giant, bigger than any officer in the state of Brandenburg for a good twenty centimeters smiting him furiously.
After one of the attackers turn zadyszał blow, however, and for a moment forgiven. Billy's face twisted in a smile revealing a shark bleeding gums. Then he roared and clapped his outstretched arms, so that the opponent's head was between his hands.
giant staggered, but then received a blow with a fist straight into the solar plexus and the "broken" in half.
Martin walked calmly and gave a hand gesture Billemu sign that enough.
Przystawił lying "Witch Hunter" to the temple.
- It's fun. These same questions as Lucas, or Billy Sharp will detach limbs.
- Thomas. - Gasped lying.
- What 'Thomas'?
- Christopher learned a lot about the Deal with Thomas i. ..
At this point, the head of a giant splash like a watermelon. To everyone's surprise
Lucas lying on the floor, half conscious, he held the smoking gun in his hand with a long silencer. Then leaned back, breathing heavily.
- Motherfucker with you, Lucas - tossed with an ironic smile Martin. - Okay, anything else here probably do not know.
captain approached the executor of lying, he took from his coat pocket, the phone and pressed it to him in hand.
- Here, you call a cab. Tell Christopher that I do not know what fuckin Thomas, but as we know, it'll ride together to rehabilitation. - Patted him on the face - no injuries, tough guy.
standing on four legs back to the car.
- French, Aussie ... Find out what this insidious plotting pizda Thomas.

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Part IV: The Gaumont Incident



Part IV

Louis frankly had had enough of this, that everyone starts talking to him on the presentation via the barrel and bullet reloading ... By the way, so that everyone who is waiting with a shotgun loaded to the last moment, to be called. dramatic effect? And if anyone ever kicked in this way outside the cartridge because the gun was already loaded?
Thomas was a young man with short blond hair. He wore an elegant cardigan, which protrude from under the silk tie. He had a facial expression, which is often referred to physicality altar ... not in the sense of being sexually exploited, and just a polite boy from the neighborhood, to the very, very not fit the rifle his bodyguard.
- Louis Robespierre, it seems that the 'Frenchman' more suits you - a hand stretched out, and his interlocutor smiled and gave him his. Judging by the touch was not a synthetic leather, if at all, Louis would be able to distinguish between something like the embrace. And really wanted to do it ...
- Well, Mr. Robespierre, where can you ride?
Frenchman proverbial jaw fell to the floor.
- I thought that's me here no longer surprised. To be honest, I just I was going to eat something that has seen at least once a cook.
- Dove St. Inn, fit?
- I'm new in this city, to be honest I do not know what kind of place. I have heard of Isaacs, apparently a great little pub.
- If you prefer Isaacs, no problem, just do not know if you want to be there with me to show.
- Um, something's wrong? You do not look for someone who could cause problems
- Me and Mr new employer does not look forward to widespread praise among the coastal pubs.
- St Dove Inn in that case. - Suddenly, as if had not heard - my new employer?
- Martin.
- Works together with Mr. Martin? - Asked with amazement niekrytym - It seems you forgive men are slightly different calibers
- But of course, that I work with him, Mr. Robespierre. I have the impression that you did not carry sufficient intelligence before you are not committed to our business. We will discuss this with wine, something he also snacking.

Dove St. Inn was an intimate, luxurious inn. When Louis and Thomas crossed the threshold immediately became interested in them, a waiter. Several reviews of premises greeted with Thomas and with a good friend.
- Proposes a small exchange, Mr. Robespierre. - Thomas began again. - I will introduce you to some secrets of the Company, and you tell me something about yourself. Consent?
- If you correspond to the wine, we can start from what is also interesting skrzyżowało your way and my friend Martin.
- Heh, considering that four days ago I was sleeping in his own home in Marseilles, I think to blame it on accident ...
- Coincidence?

Thomas listened attentively to the story of Jack and mysterious flooded with a smart card. In the meantime, given quail.

- Fascinating. Do you know what he's doing Martin? - Without waiting for an answer - we are together in a certain organization, which is subject to a hierarchy. We deal with the wider marine business.
- One of his subordinates called him captain of a ship does not look like container, and he has a merchant
- Yes, Martin is a master of Brandenburg Discordia. There are three of us. In terms of the masters. Me, Martin and Christopher. We work for a very influential man, whose name professional secrecy does not allow me to quote ...
- Pan also is the captain? - Again, did not hide his surprise.
- Naturally. Bismarck Secundus, I argue, but do not stand right now in this port.
Louis looked at his caller again.
- I knew that it is not you rich just a boy, my happiness, that innate insolence was free.
- I am a peaceful man. That Martin is the unpredictable, and Christopher is ... very nice. Suddenly, she said
Thomas cell.
- sorry, I must answer.
He received but not answered. Listened by twelve seconds, then hang up.

- Our lunch, unfortunately, must be completed, commercial affairs are calling ...
- Of course.
- but I'd repeat it with you when you have a little rozgości the Company.
- It was nice meet you and I say this completely sincerely.
Thomas put on the table cell that looked coated with platinum.

- If you wanted to connect to a case, please do not hesitate to call it. It is pounded my number.
- Eee ... Thank you.
rose up and shook hands.

- And so, between us ... Eccentric people do not like it when you talk with their employees on the sly. So maybe you want to keep our appointment for himself.
- Of course.
- I wish you bon appétit.
Thomas left, and Louis sat down to finish lunch, which under normal circumstances, surely it would not happen. ***

Gaumont was once a theater. Now it is quite a popular bar, which was located at one sitting reportedly several hundred people. Three bars serve the guests continuously.
decor was quite unusual, because he was different depending on the room where the current was. One end resembled an exclusive restaurant, then gradually and smoothly transformed into something that at the other end looked like a saloon westernowy.
In one part of the restaurant sat a group of Irish and loudly to the accompaniment of music characteristic of them, opijała the wake of a death of a friend named Brian.
Near them, in turn, with little opportunity, even if they are in total opijać hole in the abdomen and a wonderful friend Vinnie niezejście, drank, and loudly debated Louis, Steven, Keira and John.
At one point, Martin came to the apartment again in the Naval officer outfit with Mikey and two other ... sailors.
captain walked straight to the Frenchman, who was sitting with his back to the entry and shot him in the neck with an open hand, so that this spat is beer.
- Frenchman and swołocz! Salute! - Cast Welcome.
Australijczykowi evidently liked the joke. Louis, when he saw the author is also not objected. Comrades captain sat down, he and the officer blew his whistle at the bartender, but that he did not hear.
- Shoot! - The Frenchman threw thought he was joking.
so Martin took his Luger and shot it directly over the head by a modern counterpart Caterer, so that it smashed a bottle of whiskey and poured his victim ore by water.

Everyone but John zarechotali.
- Kaaaapitaaanie! - The bartender exclaimed happily seeing Martin, although he had earlier edged out of reach for the lady.
- This golden cast iron is your second language? - He asked, wiping a tear from Louis the eye.
- Yes. - Then turned to the bartender, who quickly ran up. - Bobby, old lafiryndo! Why is there no rum! Barrel for now and let them produce more! Kickin 'it today!
saluted bartender, but he realized after a while, so he did, he felt embarrassed and quickly disappeared.
the Frenchman got up and grabbed the hand of Keira.
- Keira, was Martin, Martin, is the most fucked up child in the world. - Then added hastily - and whatever happens, do not leave it for the corpses.
- Przesadzaaaa. - Threw the girl.
- I'm overwhelmed! Return as you have eighteen, or even looked at sixteen. Pirates
laughed.

- Celebrating Our Lady Beztelefonicznej - threw a Frenchman, was brought under the command rum.
- Gentlemen, ladies, French and other ethnic minorities! kickin 'it! - Ordered the captain. For Our Lady of anaerobic! Mikey began
zagadywać other, while Martin drew note that John does not drink, and barely wets the mouth ...
Przystawił him so pistol to his head.
- so do not drink rum whore!
Then he poured a pint conspicuously at once to the throat. So he did the same thing John.
- Zuch boy!

rest of the conversation proceeded in the same relaxed atmosphere of black humor and liters of flowing rum.
At one point John got up, pale and stiff. Then, with unconscious gaze moved towards the exit. He turned it
Steven figured out the situation, and so John went to the bathroom instead of outside. Everyone started
to laugh, but the true roar of joy erupted when the toilet could hear some gunshots, screams, John, then went out zarzygany lightly and not too aware of where it is located. Keira and Louis opluli rum whole table.
joyful atmosphere and a good dose of blood alcohol made the revelers did not notice a well-built red-haired Irishman, who with three colleagues came to their table.
cough that noticed him.
- You see. Opijamy memory of a mate and we have nothing against the fact that you too loud party time, but ...
- Put an end to the fucking whore shooting! - Completed by his colleague. Sitting
looked surprised at the Irish guests, and then how one man turned to Martin. That took another sip from the mug impressive.
- We understand your grievances. - Started slowly.
- Really? Captain
Brandenburg Discordia lifted himself from the chair.
- Absolutely!
A moment of silence.
- And that's why ... - Suddenly the Irishman's incredible reflexes, he threw his mug right on the temple sending bloodied wretch on board - ... we have them totally in the ass!
three others shake off quite quickly and Martin went on, but Mikey stopped them with colleagues.
- our Beat! - The cry went somewhere in the background. Suddenly the table
pirates struck something of a black wave of ore hair, which loudly and bitterly curses.
real battle ensued. Mikey
barely stood up, and already received two blows to the jaw, after which flew across the table and smashing a few pints landed unconscious on the floor.
Martin in response to one Irishman chair treated the same by increasing its "frag counter" to two. One bald man
with the burnt face meted Keirze knee kick in politics. Girl przywaliła yet forehead on the table and finished next to Mikey. Seeing this
Louis has treated women's boxing roundhouse kick and knocked him to at least one tooth. He did not see, however, where the victim collapsed, he felt a strong blow to the back and came up with Martin. They both knocked down, but then quickly got up and took down two big guys with Steven.
- Fucking pedals! - He shouted in a fit of rage The Australian broke the guy to some completely different nose, so that it looked like he had a pig's snout. The Frenchman started
eye goggles, which he always wore on his forehead and przywalił opponent's head in the face. Around chlapnęła blood, and a number fell to her eyes, Martin.
opposing captain is used and wyrżnął him with his elbow in the jaw. Martin stumbled on an unconscious przywalił Keirze and head into the floor.
- Uh. - Groaned.
Louis wanted to "avenge", but suddenly noticed that according to all calculations in the heavens and the earth, the attackers are at least three times as much as them and are counting the unconscious. "Whore, was done This bill before drinking rum tub. "
last thing a Frenchman saw that night was John, who is not bothered by anyone, standing the whole fight in the same position with unconscious gaze, przywalił face on the floor as a result of damage to his body with alcohol. ***

- zabalowali toast. - The next day they woke up dry and cool voice of Mr. Burns.

Chrome Gas Airsoft Desert Eagle

Part III: The Initiation



Part III

They did as he ordered a man in a phone interview called Martin.

- Where is my card, my friend? - He also started the conversation.

Frenchman immediately took it from his pocket and gave a smirk.

- Oh, wow, even you do not need to shoot? At Stowe is a fake.
- Check. 1-800-FORGERY just been busy.
- Approx.

UNIFORM took out of the holster at his belt an old German Luger, and without batting an eye burned with him in the direction of one of respect. Then came the second, took off his gag and asked

- True?

negro nodded with fear in their eyes.

- And as I told you about British interests about my fate, I thought, I'm joking.
- Okay. Where is Jack?
- How is this zachlany?
- Jack is the only one and it's always the zachlany.
- And his mother was always a virgin. - Here laughed gentlemen with rifles - spelunie It is called 'The Blue Window.
- Approx. As much cash we agreed? - Martin took out his wallet, as if paying for the salad in the grocery store.
- For it is not known how many plus 300th
- plus 300 Why?
- My friend was playing catch the bullet in that we managed on time - Louis eloquently pointed to the two breaches in the hood of the car.
- Well ok, but the loss of my ball and the hole in the belly of a colleague cancel each other out. - After being pushed out to him in the pocket file banknote. - Approx., Now listen to me ... How do you care at all you call?
- Louis, Louis
Robespierre - The long and the fucked, you're a Frenchman.
- A mais c'est genial, ca, Martin.
- Get the fuck out of my genitals, whatever there was in this sentence. Listen to me, a Frenchman, now take serowóz and bring me Jack at this address - Louis gave the card - immediately warn you that this boat, you do not look ...
- Um, one question. May know some physician who is not a doctor in name only? I have a friend in the parking lot, which leak out of guts.
- How many of you called me a damn card?
- You do not know. To have a doctor or not?
- doctor, chef, someone will be found. Jack is your ticket to the doctor. Take him at this address and there załatają a colleague. You have me there and then we all wait.
- For about half an hour we should be there.
- We still go down more. In the event that the sharp spat Billy, tell him that his mother stinks, always from the calming. Ok., Get the fuck out.

They shook hands.
Five new friends soon disappeared around the corner and the rest have solved those who were bound, shot and patching recently went car in the direction from which they came, but where did that day there will be no sun. The division went
1500eB.
quickly and basically rode in silence. When they entered the parking lot of corpses around the former owner of a pickup truck was no longer in sight, just a bit further to recognize the silhouette of Vinnie, who sat leaning against the wall of the building and despite the fact that he was conscious, he hangs his head down and threw in the contractions pain.
moment later came out with some alley Keira. happily waving lodóweczką coca-cola.

- E, what happened to him? - Said the Australian.
- is great, do not you see?
- Approx., We take him to the doctor.
- Where were you?

But he said only a dark smile evidently possessed person.

Half an hour later they were actually already on the waterfront with the sleeping, drunken Jack and seriously wounded Vinnie. Refrigerator as it would later turn was filled with "parts driver", which he has already not be useful and which is Keira wanted to "give up", as part of the monotonous shortening tours.

the indicated spot by Martin yacht was about 70-meter boat class corvette military. The inscription on the side read 'Brandenburg Discordia. "

- Dear badziewie.
- Expensive and undetectable badziewie - improved Aussie John "after Lugerze hole."
- I'll talk to the guard. - Frenchman pointed out a guy in a T-shirt standing at the gangway.

His outfit was striking given that the temperature does not exceed the current eight degrees Celsius.
Louis got out. Mantle skirt lifted revealing a gun. The sentry took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Calmly he took one, then fired and slowly inhaled the smoke.

- Oi, associate fellow named Billy Sharp?
- Nope. - Answered without hesitation.
- It's bitchin. I have to call Martin and tell him that someone is him my destination from the boat podpierdolił?
- Its also do not know. - Re-enlisted.
- E, show him no friend, whom also do not know! - Rushed to friends on the pace.

Australian Steven got out and caught drunk in his arms and lifted from the car.

- Drunk Johnny, one piece.

sentry nodded.
few moments later, they went to the Frenchman has a corridor under the deck and stopped before one of the rooms past few technologically blessed the premises.

- Get up. I'll wait here.

When Louis entered the room could see the many portraits on the walls depicting the legendary pirates epoko past, the precious and very old navigation equipment ... but they did not see because his eyes focused on the huge, bearded the man behind the desk, who had two chrome cyberręce and looked a bit like a Russian bear.

- Frenchman. Billy Sharp, I presume? 'Jour, Martin was recommended to bring Jack.
- You are a taxi driver? - Unimaginably low voice asked Billy.
- I'm including what you pay for.
- Whore?
- How do you przykurwić, this.
- Jack off an?
- Napierdolił like a flock of buses.
- Fucking debil. Shoot him.

There was silence, and the Frenchman was not convinced that Billy was joking.

- E, I was driving him half of the city, to shoot him?
- whore Who are you? Which sucks wypełzłeś? And wala kiego Martin returned to me you head?

Louis clenched teeth.

- The port city of Marseille ass crawled out and I do not know kiego wala. I'm doing what I do.
- Okay, let Jack fuck off. Maiełm pay you or something?
- I have a friend outside of flakami on top, and Martin has promised me a doctor here for bringing this fucking sot.
- What? Physician ?!... - Evidently wanted to say something more, but he restrained himself.
- A doctor, a carpenter, ground to Vinnie had the guts inside, not outside.
- Martin personally ordered?
- Not more than 20 minutes ago I spoke with him.
- Ni dick to him, did not like.
- I have beautiful eyes in the moonlight. - Said the Frenchman.

Billy clenched his jaw with an iron, then with a vengeance on the table threw a very heavy machine gun, which was almost able to pretend to be a rifle.

- You call the master of the pedal? - Shrieked.

Frenchmanowi became hot and felt a tingle on the back, but forced himself to be calm.

- No. When I have something to man, I tell him. I do not offend employers, it never comes up.

Billy measured the caller while the murderous gaze.

- Be careful what you say. Mikey will show you a doctor. Won.
- Sure.

Louis evacuated from the room air and dropped hard when you shut the door behind him.

- Uh.
- Severe conversation, huh? - Turning to Mikey.
- This is where you have the doctor?
- Doctor? Mr. Burns resides in an adjacent corridor.
- Approx., Then we go after Jack and Vinnie and zataszczymy them to Burns.
- Mr. Burns - improved Mikey - is very sensitive on this point. - He explained.

Moments later, everyone except Mikey, who returned to watch, sitting on a strange leather couch, which, as is Keira insisted, could be made of human skin. One thing was certain, is that it was a damn great. Was there an operating table with professional-looking instrumentation, on which he lay unconscious Vinnie stripped to the waist. Mr. Burns was
niewysokim little man with short blond hair, thick glasses wearers, which cybernetyzacji era and laser surgery carried out almost at the back of a newspaper kiosk, was a little out of place. He was wearing a white apron.

- Mr. Burns, how will it be? - Asked the Aussie.
- should be fine. - Was very quiet and uncertain voice. He shook his head - Though a nasty scar remains.
- should not interfere too much with him. How much will running?
- running tomorrow. On the run ... depends on the amount of ashes.

Suddenly they heard steps on the corridor.
appeared in the doorway one of the people of Martin, who has not yet shed its attribute in the form of a rifle.

- Mr Burns as he goes?
- There will be live.
- Must be here until tomorrow?
- It should. - The doctor shook his head.
- Okay, and so has not yet set sail. - Looked up at meeting - Damn, a lot of you. Martin tells you to come tomorrow morning, which is near 23ciej. He wants to talk with you. And one more thing. Utopiliśmy your stolen ride, so you do not zajeb her in town, so you return home on foot - added closing the door behind him. Audience

looked at each other.

- Well, Mr. Burns ... - Louis stopped a moment of silence - you may need more warm bodies?
- You think, boy, that they produce too little? - Answered with some thoughtfully in his voice.



*** The next day, Louis returned to the ship, where the studio of Mr. Burns has already sat Keira enjoying a freshly wyłudzonego Dermal Stapler from the doctor, ie a tool to express mend any wounds that were associated with broken skin.

- How to Vinnie? - Noticing the doctor - Good morning, Mr. Burns.
- Good morning, Louise.
- Wow, how You know my name?
- Keira told me. I attach importance to names.
- Really?
- Mhm. Some people have in them demons. It is worth to know the name of this demon, if indeed there is.

was a sunny day, when the Frenchman went down the ladder and Brandenburg Discordia Mikeyowi friendly salute.
was a sunny day, when he left the docks ...
was a sunny day when the black sedan nearly knocked him, and went inside the guy with the shotgun in a black turtleneck and sunglasses.

- Podrzucimy you.
- E, no, thanks ... I have a frog jump. - Louis smiled, especially since he threw the ethnic joke, but heard only in response to reload weapons. He got so

.
car moved.
on the sofa in front of you saw a young man with a frail physique. He wore an elegant cashmere sweater, silk tie, and you could feel the road from him cologne.

- Hello. - Said after a moment - I'm Thomas. And who are you?

Muscle Women Feet Strangle Men

Part II: Ipswich

Part II



At the end of the phone raising The Frenchman decided.
hand gesture to silence others.

- Whore mother! Are you there, pedal zajeb!
- 'jour, your friend probably is not available.

the other side of consternation.

- E? Who's that whore?
- Louis. Louis Robespierre, to services.
- Ki luj the fuck?
- You, Frenchman! Give Jack the phone!
- Your friend is trying to remember how to puke.
- ...
- From what I stammered, you have to bring some contraption.
- You, dude, are you?
- Do you want a short or long story?
- You know what, listen ...

In the meantime, everyone gathered around the French and began closely to catch fragments of conversation.

- Someone who can give you przytargać your "something" in any case.
- Well you're talking! Listen my friend! He has something very, very important, so if anyone has worked it accidentally, shoot a fuck! Listen to me, and earn money! Are you there?
- Describe what, where, when and for what it's for me, and I'm sure it will reach an agreement
- Excellent my friend, very good! I like you, so listen. This miscreant, scoundrel is fucking with you card. You will know it after that, the only thing that is not drank. See if you have something like that.

Louis approached the subject of all the confusion and looked to him inside the jacket pockets, finding the actual card.

- As there is no, then shoot him!
- Mouai, it is.
- Zuch Frenchman!
- Listen, do I need it for an hour ago, so if you brought it to me, it fires you to compensate for the costs plus a bonus. - He added hastily - I did not care for him, my friend! He always looks. I do not call any ambulance! Neither the police! Neither his old! He'll be! Focus on your card! My friend, listen. I need her at the docks. Bring it to me yourself, and your wealth quickly and easily.
- A guarantee that quickly and easily I will not have a knife in your back?
- Friend! I just want a card! I care not for your dead body! Anyway, for whom you take me for?
- heh, a man of business. Business people always calculate gains and losses.
- Great! Same profits for you my friend! You know, where are the docks?
- Sure, I know.
- Friend ... - Suddenly heard in the background, "Martin, a whore, will or will not?" and subdued "silent, whore, the moment." - 7 dock, 2H container base. Pact on the stock opposite the gate.
- for ~ 20 minutes at the docks, warehouse 2H. Come here, my friend.

Rozłączyli up.
After the facial expressions of other Louis saw that emotions were mixed in the nation.

After a brief conversation come to a consensus that in general each of them benefit from a bit of loose cash, and no there was no no doubt that had something of an adventurer, so any "adventure" sounded attractive.
There were, however, fool enough to go to get killed, so literally "on his knee," devised a plan to prevent sudden, uncontrolled prześwitom in organs critical to health, caused by an overdose of lead in doses strangely reminiscent of the size of pistol bullets.

Five minutes and a half of beer later, Vinnie Trenton stood at a nearby parking lot and adopted the pose of the person who chooses to store a new coat for winter, tried hard to remember, "cholercia no! But to which car is me, głuptasek, I forgot the keys ?"... or something like that.

- Take Hilux. - Threw the Frenchman.

Vinnie, and the accompanying Australian that the plan was designed for the object of sabotage and a woman, that serves as a medical aid rushed gaze at the blue Toyota pick-up.

- Okay, give me a place. - Vinnie said, and walked to the car, then threw to the ground wires and some keys, and then glanced at the lock of the car.

He spat on the ground and started to work. It did not take but five seconds, and hypersensitive car alarm began to howl like a fool.
Watching fellow thief had already run away, when that clearly irritated ran to the front of the car, while looking for a suitable place, then took out his machete-like, and with all her strength wrąbał near the right headlight. He kicked him in the race, but the alarm subsided.

- And yes, it does a damn.
- Jesus, open at the end of the car, dammit. - Said the woman.

Once uttered these words, the alarm screamed again.

- See? Wkurwiłaś it! - Vinnie threw reproachfully.

Suddenly a piece of the mask with the reflector erupted, but this was not due to incompetent attempts to murder the electronics, because everyone can hear clearly reload shotgun just before the explosion. The second missile hit even closer to Vinnie, and although once again the main victims of a car, it is also partly off an own-be thief. Kickback
giant turned 180 degrees and wyrżnął him on the floor.

- Whore! My car!

Only now the other three saw a black man holding a shotgun, who emerged from behind their backs. Currently
muscular, mustachioed guy looked at the unconscious gaze, as he had murdered his own car.
From the moment of his inattention has benefited Australian Steven and gave him three shots from his pistol. It was not until the third round
reached the goal, but it entered the left eye and left occiput. Victim artistic fell to his knees and face a second later.

woman called Keira Vinnie rushed to the wounded, and Steven became interested in the rifle.

- It even has the keys with you! It is a pity that the car is already ...
- Give it! - Frenchman interrupted him.
- No kidding.
- Come on Aussie, This Hilux.
- Hey, what about him? - Asked Keira.

Louis looked at Vinnie.

- Gars, are you alive?
- Uh. - Vinnie replied.
- interpret this as "I want in a hospital." Ok, once you go ... But first we make to your guts were not in vain.

Keira pulled out of her bag and began to spray the spray on the hole in the belly of Vinnie, who had just fainted.

- What is it? - Asked the Aussie.
- Priapan Spray. You have half an hour.
- Let's go. - Threw the Frenchman.
- you placed in the general conduct, żabojadzie?
- Yes, but only intelligent conversation - said, sitting behind the wheel.

Australian sat down next to it.

- It still does not start.
- Jesus, you're a pessimist, eh? " - Turned the key, the car easily lit. - See malcontents? Hilux.

rushed towards the docks, leaving Vinnie, and Keira.
At one point rammed a Frenchman pointed to the garbage bin, but soon returned to the straight track ride.

- Sorry. - He added - Frank and John are on the detector, we go according to plan, but not where we had to meet him, but there where it will be easier for us to see if ...

Suddenly on the road in front of them developed kolczatka.

- Whore!

tire explosion. The car is in place.
first thought they were the police, but then I saw the car as they related to land like a balerony "detector."

- Damn.

dobyli weapons saw Him, four men armed with rifles and measure their direction. Zreflektowali so.
After a while, joined the fifth, who was not armed. He was head of a black Mohawk and was dressed in a Navy officer's uniform, and matching the whole mantle. He wore a small, mirrored sunglasses.

- get out. - Tossed with a smile, a well-known voice from the phone.

Blueprints For Chinese Water Dragon Cage

Part I: The Pirates

Part I



night was rinsed repeatedly penetrating drizzle chilling on the spine. Couple of people staggering, fell down on dustbins to two steps further to fall unceremoniously to the back of the crowning success of the shower in the far niesionym alcohol like a formula one driver. Somewhere in the distance some pub chuckled Port hundred drunken throats, and her voice was hoarse from smoke tobacco. It seemed that the shots were heard somewhere ... maybe cars collided. Anyway, someone was killed that night. Every night, someone dies. I will die even more.
Billiard table, the heart of each place, but here on the sidelines. Asylum for those who can still afford and do not want to get hit accidental chair. Not that furniture flown in a bar that has no name. Yes, it was a speluna spectrum. Could not get here during the day, but about any time if only it was a little trzeźwiejszym. 'Oi. We will meet at the bar? ',' Which one? ',' Well, this. ',' This is it? ',' No '. And everything is clear. And actually the only thing that was clear is that the building was on the port and it was not Singapore. Pool table, an atmosphere that attracted fans in a sort of sinking in the filtration of beer and lethargy are still smoking one cigarette, without any borrowing, ot that flickered in the mouth. In the next room something sound 'Haroo, haroo! " were interspersed with loud vocal and rhythmic stutter bumps on tops of mugs.

- Whore mother fucking ass to hell and took a fucking Brytoli their damn crappy folk chants. - All thrown out of the mouth in the form of monotonous gibberish from a hat decorated with crocodile teeth. Steven bearded Australian, currently split between the seat and are very uncomfortable with the apparently lying down in a chair, was very far from home.

'Haroo! Haroo! "

- In principle you are right, although the culture, whose main invention is a crooked stick should not end on this comment. Be that jebali, so one has to admit that better than a damn damn Brytol ...
- Oi! What do you fuck? My culture crooked stick invented? - He began to speak in the direction of playing in the pool like a juicy bald Frenchman with the sprinkler priest for Easter - that we may yet popłodzili kangaroos? It's fucking great, great, great, grandmother, mother dingo chased her with a crooked stick - pointed to standing on the other side of the table Negro - My ancestors were using gunpowder and guns!
- "Then a bloody Chinaman is not Australian. - Tossed in a black look ripoście with slight reproach to the chalk, which, like the anger was also a racist color.

All three zarechotali, when suddenly came to their room the two men still leading, and actually carrying the arms of the third, behind them and went quite inconsolable woman, who looked a bit like a nurse, were it not for black t-shirt with the words "Killer Cola".

- on the table with him. - Said one of the newcomers, a great man with the belt strapped what looked like an Afghan machete, the other, who was dressed in a uniform zaszabrowany. Even though they appeared to Australijczykowi weird.
- Hey, hey, hey. What table? Here is a game, maitre.
- Yes, this delay ... - But the Negro is not done, because at that very moment a moderately parabola, unshaven slut in coat ruined their party. - No ce for you, whore mother.
- "Oh, he ate my wallet! - Spat angrily giant.
- that like?
- Vinnie had to pay for the beer - UNIFORM broke in - and suddenly comes this clown, drunk with three ass, lady scoops from his wallet and saying "you want to see a trick?" Swallow it!
- After being stupid clown choking on it!
- It's delightful that przejęliście the guys and zadzwoniliście an ambulance. - Zaironizował Frenchman.
- I'm not fucking ambulance. - She said quite quietly, but surely the woman, and her eyes stuck on the floor.
- Well, now we will carry on the effects of his sense of taste badziewnego - huffed Vinnie - open it.

girl at the beginning of a smile, as if pleased with the proposal, but then immediately added:

- Well, unless you porąbało.
- Do not get me! - Pulled out a finger in front of him, but suddenly withdrew it when he heard his portfelozjadacz coughs and goes back to consciousness. Indeed

guy woke up and sat on the table by clicking a little bit, then beknął.

- Oh, you prick!

Vinnie immediately jumped to him and greeted him happy, juicy blow to the face. Next to the Frenchman
zreflektował and stood in the way the giant pushing it slightly.

- These, first man, the fuck out of it with my table. And secondly, how you want to spit this portfolio, you may not want it to end so stunned again, eh?
- And third, it's like a whore swallows a wallet? - Cast woman.
- Oh, Mrs. chftdze złobaszyć cztuczkę too, huh? - Wybełkotało the center of all the chaos.
- I'll give you a trick! - Another giant sand from which the victim collapsed, this time from the table onto the floor.

Suddenly we could hear the ringtone cell Winning 'Mamma Mia' Abby.

- Re-sorry gentlemen. - A guy stood up unsteadily and clumsily improved coat. He stroked his beard and sent to all eyes, for unknown reasons - you just go back to-talk, but I have to pick up. There was

widespread consternation.

- Yellow?
popping sound from the handset, which probably were screams.
- Wzale not Yazd pjany ... Wzale! Cracks
.
- I know that we have FOR IN-handling. - When handling the word again, winked at all with satisfaction. Stronger
cracks.
- But I will soon! Just yet ... one more beer!
Cracks and clear 'whore'.
- I have a card, just get it. Seventh, understand, rozuzuzmiem. I remember that the seventh! Ok, ok, but not grozimy! Grozimy not, because they offended and did not come! And so I do not like the docks! Hyhy, this is a joke ...

Suddenly the guy is smiling slightly, rolls his eyes i. .. falls in a heap on his face. Mobile
still cracking.