Tuesday, July 19, 2011

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I have taken it upon myself to investigate a certain expedition within the Alps. Have I captured your attention; those that know that of which I speak? Very good, things. I followed this team as they traveled from Italy to the Alps, as they searched for our precious find.

I followed as they left to France and decided they had spent long enough; I wanted details. I approached a small team that is apart of the group known as Blackwater at the Notre Dame Saint Michel Hotel. I intercepted the boys within the hallway as they approached their quarters; the colorful floors and mellow walls making them stand out. Their hands were already on their weapons at my appearance; I do so doubt my masked face gave them any positivity. Alas, I was not there to be a menace; unless they wished me to be so.

I offered them polite conversation even with the barrels raised. Army boys; I determined what they say about these things to be true. They refused my conversation so I offered them a bargain; that too was rejected. The tie was fixed into place before I began pulling apart the walls; their guns firing in my direction. To hit a man that can teleport is unlikely in most cases; Grof, their team leader, fired his cursed grenade launcher clipping my reappearance and singeing clothing.

The little devils ruined my suit with their petty attempts at eliminating my clone. I managed to separate the children, the Russian and American boys, Degtyrev and Baxter; were caught within the fiery hallway as the other two, Grof and Liam; were caught within the quarters with myself.

I pulled a second clone into combat to distract the lesser officer; the leader is who I came to speak with. Oh what a conversation we had; he swore and raged like the beasts from my previous encounters. I took what scarce information the leader offered; disappointed I turned my sights upon the other boy. His gun fired a final bullet into my clone; it vanished unable to withstand further torn organs. The young soldier turned to me; I grabbed him and relocated to the room next door; his back cleared the desk, the resistance of his bullets putting more holes within me proving more bothersome.

As I searched his mind he flipped open a blade, I assume it was taken from one of his pockets now; and stabbed through my tie into my chest. The lack of satisfaction at my lack of reaction would have been most entertaining had my own amusement bore any weight. Liam gave me little like the leader. Displeasing little thing; rude and vile, I cut open his neck until I felt the bone at my fingertips. He gurgled and he screamed even so more obscenities. Intriguing; the boy did not die. Only when the boy realized where my hand was and why the pain was so severe did the panic show. He stared at me with such confusion; even with the covered eye holes of my mask I wondered if he could see me as clearly as I him. Oh, pet; you amuse me so. The ripe fear that tore through your mind; my, my; what fear he showed.

I retracted and pulled out yet he did not stop. Bleeding all over himself; the wound still open. He leveled the gun barely; it wouldn't stop faltering as he wheezed. He fired his little bullets; rather than play any longer I left the boys with their torn apart hotel. Information proved of little use; it would appear this lead was more of a waste. My personal interest has been quirked; Blackwater boys you hide a secret within you. Congratulations; you have reached my list. This is but the first of our times together.

Let us hope next time for your sakes you have something of use, hm?

13 comments:

  1. There fine I'm fine you will have to try harder then that, maybe next time don't just randomly appear and expect a bunch of armed men to tell you every thing you want to hear. Maybe sit down pour a few beer, booze flowing works better then blood. And you poor poor man if you really want you can send me your dry cleaning bill. AW was that your favorite tie well shit maybe i'll try to reimburse you for it.

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  2. I told them the alps would probably not yield any fruit, but it was a target they felt comfortable pursuing... in their backyard, so to speak. I'm glad to see, despite your best efforts, that they retain their sense of humor and mock you for your efforts.

    Had you waited a few days, I would have posted that they found nothing and then this exercise in violence would have been redundant. And your suit would not have suffered. If you can trust what I post, eh?

    At any rate, thanks to you and the lack of anything of worth in the Alps, Black Water has decided not to pursue any more potential sites on my behalf. Apparently the bill for the ruined hotel was exorbitant. Good work if that was your goal, ass. (Why, yes; I am adopting some of Shady's stronger language.)

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  3. This is one of the most confusing blogs I've read so far, is there a list of blogs I need to read besides this one to get it?

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  4. MCPL. Sellers: You are suggesting I intoxicate you all with human male bonding rituals? Insulting; waste of time, however; it is a laughable thought. No need to fret over my suit, it has already been repaired. After hearing your squad got their funding cut I find it doubtful you would be capable of fixing it.

    Mystery Cultist: My goal was met; information was scarce but I was able to gain some things of interest.

    Catherine: If you are ignorant in the matters might I suggest you branch out to read others before even asking again? You are wasting my time; the answer itself should be obvious, little girl.

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  6. Hey mate, yes you the ugly one unless your suit is made of fucking diamond weave and plated in gold and infused with the tears of Jesus. We could handle the bill,When we get funding cut we lose a few million, we still have are original funds. Do you realize we made 320 million in 04, of course we don't get all of that or close to all of that, but It might give you an idea. Oh and Misty hope you dont mind I call you that but, 400 year old hotel 400 years.

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  7. MCPL. Sellers: Like every human you focus on the money. Have you considered the suit could not be fixed by your human vendors? My boy, do you know why you are still living? It is a curious case; your neck spread wide to where I could see your spine; yet you live and you breathe, enough to type in such an ill-mannered tone.

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  8. I've been shot,stabbed,nearly blown to shreds.

    I have thick bloody skin.

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  9. MCPL. Sellers: Seeing your spine when I pulled your neck open says otherwise, pet.

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  10. Yeah yeah, now your going to say you play cards with saint nick on Thursdays. If you really got as deep as you say you did, how come I'm still standing eh. Fucking amateurs

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  11. MCPL. Sellers: Would you like me to show you the sight I saw? How you were writhing upon the desk and bleeding all over yourself, boy? Such strong denial; you blind yourself from being a little more special than these things.

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  12. I'm just a soldier, always have been always will. There is nothing special about a man who pulls a trigger.

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  13. MCPL. Sellers: The man is not important; it is what is within him that is. Something is not normal about you, pet; something is slithering through your veins that is not quite human.

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