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There’s an extra large
“()()===D   $$$”
and,
“Wagner loves COC”
crudely drawn on the dirt.
Textbook hypergraphia– courtesy of prolonged exposure to green weenies and superbad field chow.

Right next to it there’s a stocky POG Marine with a major chip on his shoulder.
He’s been laying prone and becoming one with the frontline bushes for 3 days, stalking the prison-plantation complex from the south entrance, careful not to crunch, snap, nor gas anything up.

He dips his boonie cover down and holds his farts in, because lives depend on it.
Spiders and snakes crawl around and over him.
It’s muggy, mosquitos be buzzing and biting at his ears, it’s whatever.

{Yuuuuuuup…   …the call’s coming in…
…any moment now…
…gonna splish splash salsa out these asshole vamps and do more hero sht…
…yup yup yup…
….build up is killing me…
fkn bored…
…hehe…   prison entrance looks like the Lejeune gates before we demo’d the sht outta it…   …good times, ‘Rah}

He’s got his lucky MK23+suppressor in hand and at the ready.
Finger straight and off the trigger, condition 1, cocked and loaded, thumb on safety.
The empty holster rides uncomfortably on his thigh strap.

Back-packed is a dorky coyote-colored camelbak-waterbag.
Slinged atop of that, a sawed off shotgun.
The right tool for the right time; for when his luck runs out and the wet work isn’t finished yet.

{damn strap is too high and tight.  One wrong move, pinch a nut, give my position away…
…that would be no bueno, all’s I got is the element of surprise, so it’s about that time to aaaadjust}

Stephen Lara, “retired” USMC.
Didn’t know what esprit de corps really was until he clashed against badges on a highway robbery.
1312 tattooed on his trigger finger.  Big ass Eagle, Globe and Anchor branded on his back.
He’s self-cursed to a life of do or die, and a faded Tapout t-shirt.
All moto, all about that good fight, and all about that revenge punishment.

{hehe…     …nutz}

While Lara adjusts his junk and chuckles under his breath menacingly in self-amusement,
armed UNISFTY guards man their vehicle check-point entrance under floodlights in the complex ~50m ahead.

One of them is having a hard time staying awake as usual, and keeps up by over-smoking.
The other sentry looks onto the dark shadows against the tree lines and bushes every now and then, but for the most part is low-key on his phone.
Compass swiping, occasionally pausing and texting, bored.

There’s an armslave humanoid robot further up behind them with it’s lower torso down for maintenance, but upper gun and scanners still active as a placement turret.

Crickets and cicadas chirp and drone against other creepy-crawlers in the pitch-black background scene.

Kilo company’s been stalking the Alcatraz of the South position for a little less than a week, prepping a liberation attack.

It’s strike day today, {yay}.
A stretched out and minimalist “L” formation ambush as a multi-point first wave distraction, standard shock and awe stuff.
Second wave units are tasked to sneak in and cut the lights out.
In concert, they’ll unlock, or blast open, door openings for the rest of Kilo to join the party.

The gamble is simple; cull the authority structure while maintaining the prisoners safe in place for a controlled diffusion.
Generous use of smoke and nausea grenades expected.
Don’t shoot each other in the process.
That’s the plan, and Kilo is sticking to it.

{Aaaaaaany minute now…    ….What’s taking so long, old man Sammy usually coordinates the call by-}

>>>   All forward units, all forward units.  Hush-hush retreat, hush-hush retreat.
Unidentified storm incoming, briefing here at camp.
Take your time, but hurry it up.  How copy?   <<<

The thick voice on the radio came in loud and clear in the earpiece.

Lara’s vehemently unamused at the last minute cancellation of his much anticipated date with righteous violence.
He took a lot of time getting dressed and ready for the occasion and really wants to get some now, not later.

A kilo team-mate calls in signaling his positional abortion,
<<<   Sammy-Doc, Sammy-Doc, heading back now.  Out   >>>

{What the sht Kilo!  Since when!  It’s always been any fkn clime or place!  fk is going on here, we never skip on the opportunity of a storm cover.  GAH!}

He clicks on the mic and whispers low,

<<<   Sammy-Lara, Sammy-Lara, fks happening, we can still-   >>>

>>>   not the time son, sht the fk up and high-tail it back pronto.  OUT   <<<<

Lara takes a deep breath in, {…goosfraba…},

 relaxing his thumb and trigger finger as he prepares to put his shooter away,   
{…be flexible…  Adapt and overcome Marine.  Without doc’s fireworks from his side, can’t do anything here anyway.  If Sammy says we gotta retrograde, it ain’t for noth-}

Something small and warm and sharp pressed against his back and swiftly made it’s way to his neck.

Lara’s eyes went wide as he felt his guts turn to ice for a hot second.
His soul astra-jumped out his frozen in place body, returning the instant it heard,

“Meow?”

He’s used to maintaining strict discipline and composure under pressure.
He didn’t budge and kept his culo in clutch.

{FAAAAACK!!!  Almost sharted myself Keithlyn!  You’re gonna get us both killed!  Fk are you doing here!?  How’d you get out!?}

A black cat with yellow eyes is now sniffing his nape with her wet nose and pawing at his ears.
He doesn’t laugh at the affectionate tickling nor react to the goosebumps prickling his spine.
As he looks up, one of the guards had gone to the other guy to share a funny video or something, unalerted.

Without drawing any attention to himself from within the shadows, he carefully peels Keithlyn off, her klingon nails velcroing from his shirt, and tucks her in snugly under his camo cape.

Lara was absolutely prepared for a fire-fight in sportsman’s paradise, but not for his cat to show up, and is sweating bullets under the humidity.
Sneaking around like Jody and your wife at a pinning ceremony, he snail and worm crawls out and away from the forward position; careful to avoid the guard towers.  Cautious, avoiding trip wires and the known turrets, cameras and traps.

From safer distances, and obscured by the pre-crack of dawn, he bursts out into low level sprints wherever he can.
By having Keithlyn in tow, he’s slowed down by the extra fumbling and cumbersome tumbling through the oppressive environments of flooded woods, swamp-ass fields, pre-morning mist, and the occasional alligator congregations.
A solid hour of traversing over countless obstacles later, and about 3 miles away, he reaches his secret stash point.

Once there, he roughly wipes off the cold mud from his MARPAT 505 jeans and boots.
After police calling his space right quick; Lara packs his gear, put’s the cat in a bag, pounds water, and bicycles his way to rendezvous with his fire team.

30 minutes and 15 miles further, the sun is still snoozing the horizon as he arrives to a large tent heavily covered in foliage and chaff linings.
It’s powered by sway-generators tied to nearby trees, and antenna decorations facing different directions.
There’s a 4×4 minivan with a mini-gun behind the sliding doors and an air-crete trailer hitched behind it.

Conspicuously out of place and alarming to Lara, a UNISFTY repurposed short bus, re-painted from glossy-yellow to navy-black, is neatly parked.

Suspicious of a possible trap or hostage situation, Lara approaches stealthily and observes doc outside the tent entrance on his phone and with his weapon confidently on him.

{everything’s fine if he’s packing and chillin out there…   …is he mad at something, why’s he got his ph-}

Keithlyn pops her head out the bag and recognized Doc.

“Meow”

{fk sht}

Doc looks over and waves Lara in.

Lara chin-nods at doc and then chin-points to the bus with visible concern.

Doc shakes his head at the bus and Lara impatiently, assuring him with silent motions to hurry up and get inside, clearly more concerned over his phone call than Lara’s tactical precautions.

Lara secures his lucky assault pistol back to his thigh and diddy bops his way to greet Doc, a large man in casual fatigues and no eyebrows, with a one armed hug that’s like-wise returned.
Docs eyes are glittery and bloodshot.

Lara pats docs shoulder while breaking out from the brotherly huggy, “Heeeeeey, what’s up doc, I see you gotta 5’oclock shadow going on up there, looking as good as ever bro, can barely tell you’ve been crying”, Lara switches to his more concerned tone, “Sooo umm, wanna tell me what in the fk’s going on?”

“One sec babe”, Doc gives Lara a moment of his time while cupping the mic over his phone, “Just glad you found your cat and made it back in one piece mate.  You’re the last one, everybody’s in their camps huddled up and on standby.  Shts hitting the fan and we’re on a timer.  So yeah, I gotta get back to this call, in the meantime, hang tight and do us all a favor and keep your cat on you.”

Before Lara can get any words out of his open mouth, Doc cuts him off, slightly annoyed, “Yeah yeah, I know, we should be popping smoke and clapping cheeks by now– trust me, you’re not the only one with blue balls.  This one’s different though.  All’s I got so far is that it’s Hiroshima, but pinched out by an angry Tinker Bell, and el ninio is blowing that pixie sht downwind at us, top speed.  Sammy or Luigi should have more deets by now, go check them out. Wish I had more for you, but I don’t”  Doc waves and eye-points to his topia-phone, “I have to get back to this, we good?”

Lara doesn’t probe his friend and respectfully backs up, “we always good doc, let me step off and go catch that debrief.  Say hi to Neftali for me.”

As Lara walks away his ears start burning red; he overhears Doc resume sweet talking his lover over the memories they share; that nothing’s going to keep them from being reunited.  “No no, it’s alright, we can still talk my little nefelibata.  Everything’s going to be cookies and cake; you know we’ve been through worse, we’ll overcome this also.  …Hey…   after we finish mopping up here, i’m coming back, you know?  I’m dropping out for a while.  I’ll swing by and help you out with those honey farms and we finally can…   …yeah, you’re definitely going to have’ta teach me to use them suits, I really don’t want to get stung again…”. 
Doc laughs assuringly, holding back sadness and trying to sound brave between the cracks, “…of course i remember our first date…”

{Dammit, might be last op with doc, and kilo company is risking exposure with these phone calls…    …we never do this}

Inside the large, slightly musty smelling tent, he notes two visitors and Luigi near Sammy. 
On the other side, with their hands and feet rope tied to wheeled chairs and a fold-out table, are a mix of two UNISFTY guards and 4 prisoners in orange jumpsuits.

{that explains the bus, one of our camps must’ve intercepted a prison-run}

There’s wire and cable trip hazard galore across the floor, powering the different components throughout the tent, including big screens that display and records kilo company’s communications with each other as well as other topian groups.
Lara catches some chat threads and sentences and quickly confirms from the bits and pieces that the unknown storm has everyone spooked.

{Cloud seeding and HAARP storms from the enemy isn’t new, so what’s stopping us from fighting under the rain this time?  A biological attack?  and what’s the Oliver couple doing here, they still got beef with me from telling them off after that Texarcana op or something?  Sht was 3 months ago, this isn’t the time or place…  And we got more prisoners than we can handle, we’re not equipped to babysit, that’s another kilo camp’s modus operandi… .  fk is happening here man…   …whatever, keep cool.  Stay calm, and carry on Marine}

Lara ignores and struts his way past the two visitors, Mr and Ms Oliver, and goes to give a familiar knuckle-pound to Luigi who follows up with a dismissive wave and no words as he’s furiously typing and data surfing over a laptop.

Sammy is sitting nearby, finishing up a virtual video call with his family, his raspy voice uncharacteristically soft and grave.

{Alright, whatever it is we’re fk’d.  There’s zero phone discipline going on and Sammy never calls home on an op.  Best shut-up and pay attention}

Lara awkwardly stands at parade rest next to Sammy, looking as useless as a bodyguard on Jason Mamoa, understandably not able to afford him more privacy.

“…Look, I love you guys also, i’m going to be okay, I’m more worried about you than anything…   …everything’s going to be fine, it’s out of our hands and we’re all in this ride together…      …look, please, I don’t know what’s going neither i just…    …yes, no…   i, i don’t really know what to say.  whatever happens happens and you’ll hear about it as soon as we *cough cough* …      …please,  I promise, the crew’ll take good care of me, they already know who to call and…       …no no, I love you more.  I’m sorry, I can’t stay on the line until it’s over and I gotta get back to this job, I got our Marine here I have to…    ….We’ll figure this all out after…   …i know, but…    …I feel at peace, i’m getting what i’m here for.  This storm doesn’t change anything, this isn’t over…     …I…     …you’re right, and I miss home also…      …Hello?  Hello…”

Luigi loudly informs the tent, “Right, that’s it for audio/visual comm; those assholes just finished jamming the airwaves nationwide.  Local chats are still up and running, and if Colt can get our fiber lines connected with the other camps we might be able to score whatever internet is out there over the loRaWAN by bouncing off the HUGBUG network.  I’d give it about an hour or two if he pulls it off with camp 4.  Time on deck is 0725 hundred and the storm already crossed and transformed Hawaii.  West coast is about to get dusted as we speak.  Expected time for us to get hit will be 1015ish…     …so yeah, while y’all do that math, imma…    …take time for myself for some self-reflection.”

Luigi looks over to Lara as he heads into an indoor porta john, “Yo, welcome back bro, I’ll catch up with you in a minute, gotta drop this dank constitution first”.

Lara remains at parade rest and gives Luigi an approving “do what you gotta do” chin-up.

Luigi closes the accordion airplane-like bathroom door and you can hear the lock slot itself in place; “occupied”.

Sammy, sitting, takes his glasses off for a moment, pinches a tear drop from the bridge of his nose, and puts them back on, collecting himself back into character.

Lara’s getting antsy and let’s the elder know, “Alright, so far, it’s pretty obvious it’s FUBAR out there, what you got for me Sammy?”

Sammy takes a sip of hot coffee from his thermos, and get’s up slowly in front of Lara, supporting himself from the armrest, coughing politely to the side on his way up.

Lara helps him to his feet.

Sammy, squeezing Lara’s shoulder while explaining along with his other hand, says, “alright, here’s the skinny Marine.  I got some good news and some bad news, what you want first?”

Lara perks up, “You saying there’s some fkn good news out of all this?  Sure, let’s hear that first.”

Sammy, points over to the couple,

“The Oliver family here came to apologize to you and asked me to facilitate this meet and greet, and-“

“I don’t see how good news starts with-“

“-and cheese and rice Marine, if you’d let me finish, you’d likely thank them for the good news sitting at the table, see anybody you recognize?”

Lara looks at the faces on the table, one of the UNISFTY guards has been discreetly ducking from Lara since he walked in.

Lara never would’ve imagined, “Sammy, please tell me that-“

“We ran a charrette on him already, we know your story and you got the green light from all of Kilo, we’re hoping this’ll finally bring you some peace.”

Lara stays listening, Sammy keeps speaking,

“The Oliver family and their crew happened to intercept their bus near Texarcana and brought them here, logs confirm it came from some hidden concentration camp in Reno.  The swifties confirmed they’ll be adding that new location for a visit soon.”

Lara whistles down at the thought of the swifties taking down another prison as they’re one of the largest and most effective operators out there, and keeps listening to Sammy.
“They got in touch with us yesterday while you were out in the field, one of their crew mates you saved recognized that officer John Brown mthrfkr that did you dirty.  The Olivers personally wanted to deliver this to you and simply let you know they see your point better now, no hard feelings, all love.  They got here right before everything’s went tit’s up with this storm, so they’re stuck here with us until it’s over.  Whatever problems y’all had, best drop it, it won’t matter after you hear the bad news.”

It takes Lara a moment to give his attention back to Sammy.

“That’s ummm…    …thank you.”

Lara looks over to the Olivers who are hugging and whispering quietly to each other, eyes and noses pink and dried out from tissues.
He flashes them a thumbs up and they both nod at him before going back to themselves.

“So let’s hear it pops, what’s up with this big bad storm.  Are we going to need a bigger gun?”

“Well son, so far we got three things we know for sure.  One, the storm is some shades of green, I figure you’d appreciate that.  Two, when it hits, some of us are going to randomly die.  Seems like the older you are, the higher your risk or something, but lots of young folks are dropping also.  So that’s a wildcard, and everyone’s kissing each other’s asses goodbye like it’s their last day.  Three, we’re getting confirmation from everywhere that cats and dogs and livestock and who knows what else, get this, are transforming into people.”

Lara blinks confused, “say again?”

Sammy works through it with him, “You heard right.  Big twilight zone storm incoming.  You, me, and everyone else in this tent may or may not live after it, it’s a crap shoot.  And that cat of yours is going to become an actual person, a human being, a homo-sapien, a fkn terrestial, or whatever you wanna call it…    …at which point she’ll be awake, asleep, or dead.”

Lara stands firm in parade rest, stuck on processing, Keithlyn’s chillin in her bag behind him, licking her paws.

Sammy let’s off Lara’s shoulder as he coughs into a napkin and sits back down, awkwardly abandoning Lara as they contemplate the situation on hand.
The old man digs from his backpack an orangey med container and shakes two pills into his palm, washing it down with a bottle of water.

Lara’s standing there still,
his memory takes a trip to sunnier days that shined his daydreams before.
He’s hanging out with his girls and could almost taste the ice-cream.
He was finally going to spend that ever elusive quality time with his daughters; no more deployments, finally retired, he could hear their laughter already.
Amusement parks, pumpkin-pie picnics, knick-knack toys and countless pictures of fun-filled experiences.
And after that, they would go house hunting.  After a lifetime of sacrifice and savings, he would be able to offer them a humble home.
That was his purpose, his word, his pride.

His mind get’s cloudy.  Lara relives being stripped of his life-savings by overtly friendly cops with glocks…
…dripping in shame, showing up empty handed to his daughters.
…Begging the corrupt system he proudly bled for, to pretty please, give his cash-back, like a punk.
Losing his girls shortly before-

There’s a vacuum flush sound from inside the porta-cinerator and Luigi gracefully plops out the door.

Luigi “The Adjustor” Mangione.
A Taurus that likes reading + math + yoga.
Bonafide social justice warrior, international sex symbol, video game nerd, computer engineer, moral action philosopher.
He’s wearing a preppy shirt with a bullet-proof vest over it, and khaki jeans, that somehow comes together to compliment his curly hair and aggressive unibrow.

Luigi’s washing his hands on the makeshift porta-joe sink attachment while the incinerator toilette does a mechanical whirring noise, reducing human waste into harmless coal nuggets and carbon ashes.

Wiping his hands dry on his vest, he looks around the tent.

6 strangers tied to the table, duck tape over their mouths.

Doc is in a corner, hunched over in a thinking man pose, trying not to cry.

The Oliver couple are still hugging each other, with occasional assurances and whispers, wiping each other’s tears off.

Sammy’s eyes are itchy under his glasses and Lara is locked in parade rest, staring off into space or something with his cat in a bag hanging behind him.

Luigi whistles at Lara, “Oooookay, so I take it you got the bad news.  We’re all on the same page then.  Can we get you back into this rapidly evolving narrative now?…”

Luigi snaps and waves at him, in sing song tries again, “yoooo-hooooo, you there?  time to wake up now Marine.”

Lara blinks out of it, shakes his head gently sideways looking for some kind of clarity, and get’s himself out of parade rest, gently bringing Keithlyn in front of him.

He looks at the cat, remembering over 2yrs ago.
Before the Marine corps civil war, and the topians dropping anchors into the states.
Before operation Deus Ex Machina 1 nullified the concept of weaponized air-superiority and satellites.

His daughters had asked him to watch over Keithlyn while they went on a Euro-vacation with mom and their new step-dad. 
They told him it would be good for him, that he’ll be a good cat sitter, like he was a good Marine.
The oldest assured him Keithlyn would keep him company and bring him good luck while he tried to get his call of duty money back.
They trusted their dad, even though he was estranged to them.
2 weeks before Lara got his greenbacks back from the overseers, his family’s plane went down with a Boeing whistleblower in it.

Luigi tries again, louder, “Lara man, we’re here for you bro, is there anything you wanna get out of the way first?
 I really wish I could shut-up and give you a minute, but we need you here, like, nowish.”

Luigi looks back, “Doc, I think we’re going to need your help in a moment, our friend here is malfunctioning.”
Doc looks up, ready to assist, and catches eyes with Sammy who also nods.

Lara reanimates; swallows his spit, shakes his head, “I’m good to go” pet’s the cat, looks over to the prisoner’s table.
The argument raging in his head is fading.
He can hear the ghosts of his daughters worried about Keithlyn on one side of his brain, telling him he needs to survive this storm and take care of kitty, that’s the right thing to do.  He agrees.  On the other side, his superior side, reality grounds him.
Kilo co, the mission, the goal; a safe earth, for all daughters, everywhere.  point-blank.

Luigi notes Lara actively returning, “Alrighty then, welcome back bro, glad to have you.  Don’t worry, we got this.”  Luigi charmingly winks at Lara, and with his hands on his hips speaks up to the crew in the tent, “Yeah!  Hate to be the party pooper but we need to prioritize these prisoners, amirite?  In a few hours there’s a chance we could all be dead and they’re left alive, and you know, all other kinds of unknown unknowns and uncomfortable situational maybes.  I say we mitigate our risks like good scouts, have our charrettes on these guys asap, and move on to talking about how we going to let the cat out the bag.  So far, topia-reddit’s saying they’re not aggressive, so that’s a huge plus.  I’m pushing that we take care of our known knowns first so we can get ready for the deathstorm furpocalypse.  Sounds good?”

Luigi looks around at the agreeable teamlette in the tent, then presses Laura on the prisoners at the table,
“Think you can charrette the whole package?  And, ey, we putting down this Brown guy or what?”

Luigi briefly insists, “Did you want me take care of it?  You know I got you boo.”

Lara’s there, still quiet, everyone looking at him.

Lara steps his shoulder confidently against Luigi, “hold my cat, and no, you’re not stealing my kill again.”

Keithlyn recognizes Luigi as he takes her bag and paws at his fingertips.

“Meow”

Luigi smiles and plays fingers vs paws with her as Lara steps up to the prisoner table and takes charge,
“If anyone starts yelling, or whispering sweet nothings to each other, or being any kinds of sus or annoying, they get the tape back on, with prejudice.  On that same note, do something out of pocket and we’ll turn your cranium into a stadium on the spot, rah?  We’re pressed for time and lives are on the line so that raises the stakes, so pretty please, work with us, not against us.”  Lara explains arms wide, “we’re just looking for an amicable, mutually beneficial experience, there’s no malice in this tent.  You’re all stakeholders here and have a voice so long as we’re solving problems, not dragging them”

He starts removing the prisoners duct tape carefully, while advertising for the cause.

“The idea is to get you out of here alive.  We represent a different world where you can live in peace with real freedoms, and do sht that matters.  An option outside of the corporate rat race and money slave systems we’ve been indoctrinated into…”

He’s on his third prisoner, everyone is complying.

“Even though I really wish a mthrfkr would right now…    …no one’s going to get hurt, we come in peace.  So long as you’re not a psycho, you’ll be fine.”

Lara gestures his crew in the tent and wraps up with a cheesy pitch, “accountability is important to us topian folk.  And remember, we can’t spell u-topia, without you.”

More gentle tape removal, with whispered appreciation from some of the prisoners.

Lara finally lands on the last one, Lt Brown, and yanks his tape off with zero fks given.
Brown looks away in pain and strains out, “son of bitch”.
Everybody felt it and squeemed accordingly.

Lara’s unphased, crumples up and tosses the duct tape on the floor,  “It’s been years officer Brown, I remember you; I used to think of you often and…,” Lara scoffs, “I just think it’s crazy the universe brought us to this inflection point.  Who knows what’s going to happen next…”

Lara looks down on him, disgusted.

Brown looks back, defiant, “yeah whatever, you found me devil-pup.  So now what then?  You gonna shoot me?”
He’s wearing a navy-black guard uniform, with medals covering his left breast pocket and the name tag “Lt. Brown” above it.  On the shoulders, the patches advertise a golden holy cross with a red, white and blue flag where INRI was inscribed before.  His collars have shiny ranks pinned to them.

Lara retorts, “I’m only allowed to dispatch you if you’re a threat to others…”  ”  Lara eyeballs the paid guard’s uniform, “…given that you’re sharing the emperors new look and a chest full of participation trophies, I think you’re even more of a threat than before…”

Officer Brown looks up, keeping a remorseless face, a pink square with little red dots are forming around his mouth.

Lara continues, locking eyes with occasional sideway glances around the tent.
Trying to keep himself from snapping Brown’s neck on the spot.

“Who knows though, maybe we got you all wrong.  Imma give you the same gut-check test the Olivers got.”

The Olivers look over, and nod.

Lara paints a hypothetical with hands and words,
“So we’re sitting around in a big class right.  There’s students everywhere and the teacher’s just let sht happen. 
Now, there’s some violent bullies picking on your under class-mates, and they offer you shares from the lunch money getting threatened out of them.
You going to accept the bullies, or protect your mates?”

Officer Brown spits to the floor on the side and grins,

“Fk y’all woke-ass terrorist libtard triple fag mthrfkrs and your fkn mind games, you can’t fight us, we’re on the side of LAW AND ORDER!  I’M the PRINCIPLE up in this bitch, let me out this chair and I’ll show you what I mean ya fkn illegal commie peace of sht!” 

Lara replies, “why you trying to fight me of all things?  I’m not the threat in this story.  The principle here is if kids aren’t safe from exploitation, rape and murder, then it’s not safe for anyone anywhere, right?  Something’s gotta change?  How are you helping to change it?…” 

Brown laughs menacingly, looks around at the table and tent in contempt, “What, you think just because you grounded our jet’s and knocked some satellites out the sky with your hippie drones and launchers we’re done?  We’re gonna bring the big toys and arrest you traitor scum.  We’re gonna hunt you down and put you in the sweat camps where you belong!  For the rest of you criminals, we’re gonna nuke-fry the chkn-sht out your guts!”

Lara doesn’t go defensive, he leans down, supporting himself with Brown’s chair, “All you’re doing is talking your way out of social responsibility and punching down ya fkn pig.  You failed a very basic test, and there’s no such thing as qualified immunity in my world”, and picks up the crumbled tape from the floor.
{nice, there’s hair and grainy sht stuck all over it, this is going to be great}

Brown keeps raising his voice and arguing towards nowhere, “You got your money back, fk you so butt-hurt about you little ingrate?  You should be thanking me I didn’t arrest you for disorderly conduct!  We all know you look like a drug mule ya foreign faced nobody!  But naw, vet to vet, I hooked you the fk up.  I just did my job, because i’m LOYAL to GOD AND COUNTRY!  You’re never going to get away with-“

Lara holds Browns chin in place his hand, “should’ve been loyal to punching up, never down”, then violently stuffed the trash-tape wad into Brown’s belligerent mouth and duct-taped it shut.

Lara ignores Brown and leaves him upset in place, looks over to Luigi.  “We got the files on them?”  Luigi looks over to Sammy, Sammy waves at the Olivers, Ms Oliver fetches some folders from her backpack and Mr Oliver delivers them in front of Lara on the table.

They give each other a quick hug with no words, complete with squeeze, before letting off. 

Mr Olivera holds Lara’s shoulders and assures him, “You were right…   Doing nothing makes the bully bigger, and the victims smaller.  We…”   Mr Oliver drops his gaze and admits shaking his head, “gotta be shooting up, never down, and not get sidetracked.  If we want all of this to work, we gotta actually do it, no excuses.  We get it now.  Don’t mind us, do your thing warrior.”

Lara smiles and gives him a handshake, Mr. Oliver gives Lara another hug, and leaves the files behind while he gets back to his approving wife.

Lara picks up prisoner files and gets to it, “right,

PRISONER 1

William Tucker, has been imprisoned since…    ….jeez.  ok, shows here you were DNA exonerated, but…
Prisoner Tucker fills in, “If i may, sir…   …they sent me back for processing, but because they knew I had no family or friends, instead of being let go I got transferred to another prison. They changed my name and disappeared me, rotating me between their different states and labor camps after UNISFTY took over.  …Since nobody cares if you’re innocent once you’re in prison, i’m just, still…    …it’s one of those things…”

Lara and Kilo company are used to seeing cases like this,
“No worries big dog, we’re gonna square you away proper.  After this storm, if you’re still around, we’ll go ahead and take you to charlotte.  From there, they’ll review all your details, teach you how to build a mini home, grow your own food, claim a 40m circle, bring you up to speed with what’s going on, and work with you in getting you connected to a community of your choice, all kinds of good stuff.  There’s also topia spots like the innocence project topia and witness to innocence groups that have people who’ve been through the same and can relate if you need a starting point.  Does that sound good?”

Tucker looks at him, confused, nervous, defeated, hopeful, “Am i…    free?”

Lara confidently replies, “sorry about this my guy, here-here, in this tent, no.  You’re not supposed to be here, we don’t know you, but we got nothing against you.  After the storm we’ll get you ASAP to the camp that focuses on bussing you east.  You’re gonna be free though.  Freedom is right around the corner, no more cages, so just bear with us a little longer.  Any other questions?

Tucker asks,    “…is it okay to say that i’m hungry?”

“Oh sht, fk.  Yeah, we should be doing last meals and sht.  Thanks for bringing that up”  Lara looks back at his crew, “yo-“

Doc had already stood up, as he’s heading out to the grill in the back he’s heard hollering, “wild hog and fish coming right up!”
Ms. Olivera follows him outside, “wait!  doc was it?  i’m coming, we got onions and brought some cheese…” 

Luigi starts working on drinks with a bag of citrus by the sink, “When life gives you lemons, we make lemonaaaaaaaid baby.”
Mr Oliver pops up next to him.
They both get to cutting lemons and squeezing them by hand, Sammy makes himself heard, “Don’t forget the ice please fellas, we’re not going out like savages.”

Lara moves on to the next prisoner

PRISONER 2

“Next we have here is…  …Celia…     …and that’s it, no last name. 
From Missouri, charges are for murder for…     ….self defense against rape…?
Under UNISFTY property law’s numbers…     …fk this sht, this ain’t right.  Another one of those fkd up cases…”

Celia sits, broken, speechless and motionless.  Makes no eye contact, is afraid to look up, let alone speak.

Luigi chips in, “she’s broken man, we’ve seen this before.  Unfortunately we don’t have the time right now, just give her space.”

Lara pays his respects, “I…     …sorry, i’m going to move on, if you can hear me Celia, it’s going to be okay.  We have people who can help, you’re safe and everything’s going to be all right”
Sammy speaks up from the back, “there’s a topia group called survived and punished, we’ll call them first thing when comms get back up and let them know.  It’s gonna be okay dear, nothing bad’s going to happen to you anymore.”

Lara moves on to the file of 

PRISONER 3
Lara reads the name “Fredrick Baer”, then stays quiet as he continues reading, he’s keeping himself from executing the former death row convict on the spot.

The prisoner speaks up, as the person most familiar with his case, “I know, I’m the worst right?  I’m a cold hearted son of a bitch and I…   I’m not afraid to say it, I deserve to die…    …just so you know, my only regret out of everything, I never had a chance to atone…”
Baer continued, “…I don’t wan’t much.  Here’s my last words, i’m sorry…     …that’s all i got, that’s all I can give, I wish I had more but there’s just no way.  As for my last request, fk a last meal…    …I just want him to do it.”  He chin points to Sammy, “I know who he is and what he is…  …and I know what you topia people are about…   he’s getting what I couldn’t…”

Sammy nods, fills the gap, “Expiation…    …I’ll do you in quick and clean.”
Lara follows up, “we weren’t going to last meal you anyways, topians don’t feed trolls.”

“Wait…” Baer continues, “I do have a few more last words…  love you diana, you’re my jesus princess…     …and cute cat,”  Baer sadly looks at Keithlyn, “hey kitty kitty.”  keithlyn hisses.  Baer continues speaking, looking into Keithlyns eyes, tranced out and almost whispering, “i’ve been wanting to go for a long time now… …you have no idea the torture of…  …not knowing when your last day will be…”   he laughs creepily to himself,  “…i’m a fkn monster, no one can forgive me…   … and i’ve had to live with myself alll this time.     …if I weren’t tied down…   …i don’t deserve this new world, whatever it is…   

Lara cuts him off, “that’ll do freak, sit tight there while we finish this up, Sammy’s got you when he’s ready, rah?”.

Baer nods his head and puts his gaze back down.

PRISONER 4

Lara reviews the file, “Eric Byers – UNISFTY law and order case number….  10-02.  self reported in for…    …fkn pedophelia.
The tent get’s tense, Lara presses the kid, “what does this mean you self reported?”

Byers communicates with difficulty in putting his words together, “I couldn’t get any help, I asked them at the police station and instead of helping me they treated me like a…   ….criminal…   …and said I only rate services if I was an official criminal…
…I just wanted the bad thoughts to go away…   …so i downloaded pictures from the free version of Epsteins website and called myself in.
…I didn’t hurt anybody, i don’t want to hurt anybody.”

Lara is quick to speak, “I think what you got going on is disgusting, complicated, a real threat, and as fkd up as it gets, but you did good to turn yourself in.  All pedo-offenders get culled on spot, but you’re not a predator.  We got dedicated remote topias where there’s absolutely no kids, just grown ups there willing to help kill your demons.
Just an fyi to all of you btw, voluntary euthanasia is a thing they do as well.”

The kid nods.

Lara moves on to the next case, the subordinate guard, that has no folder, but does have a wallet, a phone, and a name-tag.

PRISONER 5

Lara reads the id from the wallet, “Andrew Dworkin, am i right?”

The subordinate guard nods nervously.

“Y- Yes sir, Andrew Dworkin….”

Sammy enlightens him, “You got the uniform on, that’s all we need to shoot on sight because, as you stand, you’re a threat.  Last minute crying that you were just doing your job and sht doesn’t cut it for us, so simple question, why should we let you live?”

Andrew is terrified, shaking, vulnerable, “I..  I guess I don’t deserve too…   …the news and stories and everyone just, says, you’re the bad guys.    i didn’t have much in options from where i grew up, so signing up and pledging made sense.  you get money, housing, food, security,…  UNISFTY said i would get college credits and be a hero…   …and,  but…    …the things i’ve had to do and the things i’ve seen while inside it wasn’t…    ….wasn’t at all what i expected, I wish it was all different I…   …i just want to be able to say goodbye to my girlfriends?  Can i?…”

Lara sighs, “I hate cases like this..”  Lara looks at his crew, they all shake their heads no, Lara breaks the news, “under other circumstances, there’s a topia that is open to looking closer into cases like yours, but we got end of the world sht going on kid, you’re gonna be–“

“She saved me”, prisoner 4 speaks up for prisoner 5.  “I, I was stabbed, in the pen, the guards told gen pop I was a, you know…      …and she saved me, all the other guards just stared at me while I was bleeding out and she…  I just wanted to say, if it matters…”

Lara’s confused, “she?”

Luigi cuts in with drinks, skipping prisoners 3 and 6.

Mr Oliver is helping the prisoners drink through metal straws he hastily cut from a copper tube.

doc and ms oliver came in with food and serves the tent, following the cup placements and skipping prisoners 3 and 6.

Dworkin appreciates the drink, says thanks, and answer’s Lara’s confusion,

“Could you guys please call me, Andrea?  pronouns of she and her?…   …I, just, last requests I guess?”

Doc asks the guard, “Yo, Andrea, you been inside this plantation before?  Anything you can tell us about the inside, the more we know, the cleaner the op.  Violence is risky and takes alot of energy, so the more we know the more surgical we can be, you know what i mean?”

Prisoner  5, the guard subordinate whimpers out, “…the girl, Celia   …she’s fkd up from all the birth control and drugs…  …they got breeding cells in there, she wont talk because she’s being passed around from the top brass from one place to-

PRISONER 6

UNISFTY Officer brown shouts out, “Shut the fk up ya pussy-ass traitor!  You’re fkn lying to them and they’re gonna kill you and your whole-“

The subordinate yells back, “I’m not afraid of you, or them, or anyone anymore!”

Brown screeches at him “You disrespectful don’t ask-don’t tell she-man waiver freak mothr-“

Lara kick pushes officer Brown’s chair, hard, and it crash falls backwards to the emptier side of the tent.

Sammy stands above Brown, .38 in hand, and blasts him once between the eyes.

Some of the prisoners and the Olivers gave out a wave of small yells.

Sammy remains standing over the body, staring it down.

Brown’s blood is gurgling out and pooling to the floor as he loses consciousness and eyes scroll out.

Lara looks over at Sammy, doesn’t care about him stealing his kill, they nod at each other, and returns his attention to the subordinate.

Lara presses the prisoner in his nicest tone, “we’re sorry Andrea, he shouldn’t have interrupted you, you were telling us something important, completely relevant to our raid party, and he was being rude af.  You’re cleared, we have no reason at all to kill you.  Please, help us understand a little better…  …you were saying, this complex is also a breeding spot?  As in, there’s women in hidden cells being forced in there?”

“Yes sir, he was one of the top brass, his keycard gives him access to the officer’s cell-blocks.”

Lara looks over to Sammy, who’s going through Brown’s effects.

Lara look over to the crew member Luigi, “pshaw, already on it”, as he goes to sit behind his laptop.

Sammy gets on the horn with some cards in hand, all radios go off with his voice, <<<   All camps all camps, look alive.  there’s an update being fed, they got breeding cages here.  standby chat for further updates to the battle plan and incoming elevated access-codes, over  >>>

Some camps radio in, >>>  Standing by for chat update, out   <<<

Sammy hands over the cards to Luigi, Luigi cleans the blood off with his sleeves and runs it through a card scanner peripheral on his laptop.

Lara makes space for Doc as he lays some maps of the facility on the table in front of Andrea the UNISFTY subordinate.
The map has a sketchout of the prison complex and the points of interests such as guard posts, turrets, cameras, strategic entry/exit areas, and crocodile basks highlighted and circled.

“it’s there” – Andrea points out to a cell block from the blueprints, “That’s also next to the Officer’s quarters”

doc updates the map with a marker, raises an eyebrowless brow at Andrea, “No one’s going to kill you mate, stick around, i’m vouching for you.  Hey Lara, you catch that?”

Lara, “I’ll vouch for her also then.”

Andrea, “vouch?”

“means we’re responsible for your safety, as well as your behavior.  Whatever issues you have, we’re involved in helping sort it out.  You helped others, we’re helping you, we’re keeping a good thing going, capisce?”

Luigi updates the information as he’s getting it, interacting with the Kilo chatbox.

Luigi asks out loud, “numbers?”

Andrea speaks up, “about 15 cells sir, one in each, and…   …they keep the best armslaves and turrets on it, easiest way in is with the keycard-badges, the turrets won’t shoot…”

Luigi updates.  A few moments later a main screen lays out a new battle plan for after the storm.
Kilo plans to do a headcount within 30 minutes of storm break.  If minimum headcount and positions are met, they will execute mission immediately, prioritize officer’s quarters, secure facility, bury the dead after.

Prisoner 4 is taken outside, Luigi asks to not kill him, but to add extra cuffs and locks on him…    …he was thinking about the storm and wants to test something.  “but if the old guy dies then,”   “fk your last requestI can be evil also.  if you think you can go around making wishes and expecting us to honor it, you’re on a really high level of being wrong.”

<<<   

FIN FIN FIN FIN

FIN FIN FIN FIN

FIN FIN FIN FIN

—-

Doc takes his scissors, “i’m not going to have what could be my last meal while these freaks here are alive, I got one can of euthanasia milk shake on us”, and cuts a hole for prisoner 6 to speak.

Doc warns the prisoner to strictly answer the question he’s about to ask, that there’s nothing stopping them from shooting him in the nuts, murder is murder and their main job is to get the enemy to bleed out, “so you want Lara over here to shoot you in the chest, blood choke you, or do you want a drink that’ll put you out.  Choose fool.”

“shoot me bitch”

alright, let’s take him outside.

Doc steps off and gives Lara the thumbs up, secretly glad he gets to keep the only euthanasia shake on him.

Lara looks to Luigi, half bashful-half begging, “Hey Luigi…     …do you think that i can…   you know?”

Luigi replies, “You wanna…”, Luigi seductively takes his 3d printed pistol out, complete with silencer.

Lara bites his lip, “yeah bro….     …no homo though, hand it over”

Luigi hands him the pistol, “so, remember, because you got this suppressor on here, it’s likely going to jam a bit.  That’s no problem, ya just gotta give her a little slap on the back there and–“

“Like this?” Lara takes the mag out, cocks, it and lets it sling back on an empty chamber.
Then taps it in the back.

“Don’t be a bitch dude, it’s tap-rack- and slap-whack like you mean it.
This is the Mangioni special, the FMDA, that’s my sauce, my branding, so please, hit it with some pride there Marine”

Lara smiles and blushes, whispers “Free Men Don’t Ask”, then hits it again, much harder.

“There you go, now go get em tiger.”

Prisoner 6 opens his mouth, “I changed my mind, i want the drink instead, by your own rules or whatever that’s okay right?  I’ll drink that sht now please you fkn turds.”

Lara looks dumbfounded, upset.

Luigi gently takes his gun back, “Welp, sucks for you”, and holsters it.

Doc brings the suicide shake, angry but composed, “goodness grascious dude, fkn die already, we got food to eat and a cat problem to deal with.”

Mr Oliver puts in the cup a copper straw.

PRISONER 6
changed my mind, oh my  Lara, let’s finish this.
we can give you a drink, we can blood choke you, or we can arrest your…

Luigi and sammy approve, doc dry claps in the background.

Drink then, and can we hurry this up?”

yeah, no, i’m on it, keeping someone on deathrow notes is torture.  Give me a sec.

STORM

FIN FIN FIN

——————————————————————-

evil hides behind money lies and violence.  soft power, hard power.  you…     …are hard power for evil.  you know what’s cool?  fighting evil, it makes me a guaranteed good guy.

sammy wants to know about anime and waifus.  luigi explains canny valley, prasctice and play,  interest in different things, not just fear.  anime makes sense, control of target interest spots, free of suffering, plays with uncanny valley, safe, i mean, i could go on here old man.  sammy replies, but it’s not real, there’s beauty in bad breath and real life rejection, you have to seduce.  that means, you have to work for it.  having it given is so easy, it’s counter healthy.  the pilot was telling me, curiosity to uncanny valley, to see what is wrong and approach with caution.  

luigi nods, can’t argue with you there.  you know what, those perv camps will mix and get both play and real, and since it’s all consenting adults, relationships form and viola. 

Sammy buts in, “I’ll never get it!  You guys are sick and–“

“I told you already Unc, you got some visceral sht you gotta work out”, Luigi cuts Sammy off and steam rolls him, “pornography and money fkd the sexual psyche up, and the  if anything, this guy is a hero for having virtual girlfriends.  Say what you want, but that’s a better outlet than watching step this and milf that barely legal girls perform for wage violence.  You notice how disney movies were impossible to find but pornoIII  was always available.  not a fkn accident, 

dont take it personal, it was just business.
all business is personal.

embrasce teh suck.

no mans your friend, no mans your enemy, everyone is your teacher.

math.  enemy has hard power and soft power.  violence and lies.  and we barely have truth to work with.  that’s a bad formula you know,

lucifer effect.  Lindsey Scott. Frank Wuterich  Gary myers.  brandon-rumbaugh.  Steven Dale Green.
bacha bazi.  Jason Brezler.  slave breeders.  female- cotton root, peacock flower.  infanticide.  margaret garner.
Dan Quinn
rodney hinton jr
chelsea perkins.
lady who defended herself from rp.
girl from tattoo neck escort.

fact of the problem is that we live in a world where children are indoctrinated and groomed, murdered, rpd, harvested, and abused.  It means that the protectors aren’t doing their job, and that it’s not people, but the moral ideologies they represent, that are the threat.  You’re either good or evil, you do or do not, there’s no middle ground or parasocial beliefs to hide behind.
Your ideologies doesn’t protect anyone except your own comfort, so you’re going to die.  that guy over there, he’s strong enough to fihgt himself, and we’re going to help him, because like us, he’s protecting the kids…    …you’ve been taking advantage of fkd up situations, maintaing bad systems.  you’re a threat, and will be disregarded as such.  No, we don’t torture here.

storm – lara sees video of fambam from while deployed.

REEGGAETON THROUGH A MEGAPHONE

ears ringing except sammy, he turned his earpiece off and then back on.

belligerent.

crock bask and turrets on map.

school hypo.
need of replicator, get beamed by scotty, or a hot air balloon, if your on a plane.

narrative holders, to give you plot armor.  where’s your plot armor now.

badge collection.

plp who benefit from slavery don’t want to talk about the meaning of freedom.

hey, it’s emperor brown, love the outfit.
nice outfit there , the emperors got a new look.

we dont do torture, we handle the threat clean.

luigi stole kill.  sammy steals kill.  turns into a donut.

death part; and so it was written…      …looks over to luigi and sammy.  they shake their heads no.

yeah no, if you guys would have radioed me this in advance i could have had something better.  WTF, you know i hate surprises.  surprises and ambush is the same thing.  like that birthday, luigi; i was there, that was the first day i met you, you almost shot some of us from the bathroom…    …not exactly my favorite memory of you.  lara; that’s besides the point, you stalked my schedule, kept tabs on me, tried to catch me at my most vulnerable and weakest point, just to prove you could catch me with my pants down.  and all that creepy stalker ambush bullshit, on my-fkn-birthday…

Sammy shakes his head laughing, gravely voice echoing the sentiment, “ah-ha, cough cough cough, oh boy, give me a minute.  on your fkn special day, yeah, you know what…   …i do got something to say, you sharted the sht out bathroom when we came on yeah, susan couldn’t stop laughing that the candle blew out.  more laughing and coughing, yeah son, we did that…    …your point is heard, never again.  we practice on each other in play, so that we can use what we learn from that.  that’s how we get good.  but you’re right, never again, that sht was dangerous in so many ways.

Luigi, doc, pretty much the whole tent, laughed along with a tomatoe cheeked lara.
yeah yeah…        …thanks, respect my space…     …oh yeah, also, love you guys.  thanks for being family.   whatever it is, i got your six, whether it’s on alive time or buried however many ft deep, it’s whatever.

sammy brings up, just one last thing from my side guys, if i go out…    …show my kids, just a picture of my feet, with no shoes.
Sammy looks up and breathes deep.   Let’s despair in a little, rests a moment to cough some more, washing it all down with some more hot coffee from his thermos.

charrette
stumblebum

frunk
do or die time.
garden warriors.
how the grass grows?   well, you need blood.  the roots, it needs blood.  life comes from it.  So, well, it’s simple.  To be free from bullies and tyrants and psycho crazies, someone’s gotta make the grass grow.

what to talk about- apocalyptic lovers.  check their timeline, ask them in what ways they relate tot heir [postings.

Going in like a stone- luig

{I don’t want to listen, but I can’t go on my own fucking program right now…     …sht!
every fkn minute is another minute i don’t get to be a fkn hero}

Another Marine’s path to justice; through vengeance.

He never trusted banks, in two clicks they can take your life savings.

Learned fast to never trust cops neither, same reasons.

tacky hero rizz from the rocky, terminator and whatever siegal and van claude damn were doing in the era.
Yeah…     ….those were some gay years.  wha, what you mean.  tell me if this doesn’t sound familiar.  muscle guys with great hair, same line, gaaaahhhhhh!  Johnny, take maria and the token minorities while i hole back an entire army with double-bazookas over my shoulder muscles, go!  go nOw!  get into da choppah!!!

emperors clothes.

neo plantation

That was a stupid mistake.  a two way stupid.

  They took his money, literally food out of his kid’s mouths, and slept fine that night and dropped him like another whatever memory.

Took them to court…     …fell for the oldest trick in the book.

faith and attrition…   …like a fkn punk.

Didn’t know better back then.

{It’s like that kid Nemeny said… “The masters tools will never take down the masters house”}

So he got

{the sht i had to go through…   to find some mfkng purpose.  That kid Nemeny was right, what the fk is money exactly?  A fkn war psych tool, something used to tell you what to do.  a carrot trap, with a stick…   real warriors don’t get paid.  real warriors aren’t born, they’re made.     ..Gotta let the man know there’s not better friend, and no worse enemy…     ….can’t believe i’m pulling this off with a pos .22}

———————————————–

john cena cape.

uniform full of medals:  participation trophies.

MARINE-SAMMY

headstrong

They vote on their lives.

they got wolf-dog hybrids in there.  Their mechs are last gen and mostly for show, not a different threat that a machine gunner with good aim, probably less effective cuz those guns with legs don’t take cover…     …devil dawg.  doing devil dawg sht.  can’t believe we got beat by guamanian green and fkn ghourkas.
dawgs.. we dawgs are fkn loyal.  we get on that scent, gonna take these assholes down, woof mother fucka woo-“

can’t get that brawl wihtout that raw in it.

can’t spell peace love and rock and roll without that raw in it.

good one browser.  yeah, touche ya brah-turd.

comes back early.  they have little talks with prisoners and themselves.

sammy, prisoners and cat.

religious debate.  sammy, 5 prisoners.  cat.

how they going to go out.

last words and message.  Typically, the ask is, who are you.  what did you contribute.
admits, he does it for the kids, saving them from a future of unecesarry suffering under other people’s thumbs.
Fk money.  i do it to see the blood of my enemies run out.  I just needed a reason to pop.
This is veyr likely our last minutes on earth.
time to get real.
who are you, and what do you believe in?
one guy, doesn’t want to live anymore.  doesn’t know what she’s doing anymore.
doesn’t have a home, has been sleeping at work, and has had to do some sick insane sht to impress these others.
will to fight.

they review what happened, and why.

wolf dog hybrids.

PARASOCIAL

you know what rhymes with world domination.
hedonations.  that’s what we’ve been calling you.  Yo garcia, what do we call these places.
slave camps.  econonations.  bill gates, nasiz.  .

Dude, you were ready to die for ..

well hot dang, way to commit marine.

SHAVED eyebrows guard.  dude lost a bet

mooooooooney shot slang.

Angola freedom plantation

endo fthe world sht eh.  alright.  best part, no need to pick up.

no regrets.

relationships is what you build together.

bury me, don’t cremate.  build a topia over my bones.  that’d be cool.  love you baby.

telling strangers what to do; definition of power.  how do you accomplish it?
your allegiance.  are you responsible.  allegiance to power, money, telling society what to do.  Or earning it?  entitled.

breeding cages.  populations were low.  they told us it was okay….      …we knew it wasn’t okay.
i’m not dying after this storm.  When it’s over, we coming in loud.  Operation after-storm, clean house…     …we going hot.

awareness check.  superiority complex check.

good thing about going to sleep and not waking up?
don’t have to pick up my mess.  yo sammy, mobs over there old man.  keep hooking and jabbin you heard me.
puts two, so he knew the situation was over.  a moment so he can come to terms.  Then emptied the clip to the heart; the central nervous system.
“You guys don’t like to call it murder..  he is reloading…  you like to call this arresting the central nervous system.  before he points in 5 blasts rang through.
sammy tells him he’s made peace with himself, be a dear and pick up his mess when he’s gone.

they look at each other..  nod qyuietly, bro code, last words, yes that’s a good one.
no, i’m not going to be the one to ruin it.

your life is on the line right now.  your answer here means everything.

gravano, tell them about your conversion.
Yeah, so it’s like this.  i looked up the meaning of apocalypse right?  you know?  if you a believer, you gotta know what sht means so you don’t get tricked.
so it means revelation, or unveiling.  it’s when you are exposed.  destruction of your own ego.
I believe in heaven, do you?
yeah…    …but, are you willing to fight for a heaven, or do you worhsip something else.  where;s your priority right?
here, on earth, we value trust, and family, and loyalty.
But your religion, it’s money.
NO IT’S NOT!  WE LOVE GOD!  SAVE US LOOOOOOORD ALMIGHTY JESUS!

…Jeez.   okay.  alright, look.  you’re not being tortured right now, nobody is going to take your cornhole.  We’re just going to kill ya.
You know, we’re hte good guys, you’re the bad guys kind of thing.
You’re terrorists!!!
…i…    …i don’t thinnk you’re taking this as seriously as you should.

I’m saved, praise the LORD!

Okay, that’s loud.  we just have a quick test-

GOD AND COUNTRY, AMERICA IS-   Okay, ducked tape.

Alright, so, quick question.  you need to write down the answer to a riddle.

There’s a character, we’re going to call it god.  And there’s this big event, where this non-human entity identifies itself as a man, kind of like, uncle sam.
You guys following?
So god comes in.  He’s like, a giant white dude with a beard, and there’s also uncle sam, that’s a bunch of paid dudes with guns.
They say your special.  God says he loves you and asks you, with all the unconditional love in the world, and says come with us to our heaven.  And uncle sam pops up also, be like, yo, join our heaven, it ain’t perfect, but we got money.  Who do you choose.  God.  country.  or, the special people of your life.
You guys got 10 minutes to say your peace on the phones, your goodbyes.  It will be recorded, and it will be associated with your name.
In your answer,  just put the priority down.

God
Country
Heaven
Trust
Faith
Family
Friends.

Read it off, and we’ll be done.
If you don’t do it, you will be shot.

Okay…    …i don’t doubt that…   god…   what is that right?

what’s god to you.   it means heaven.  god is like, a tool for you, like a gun, to get to heaven?
This is my god by the way.  not the gun, like, jeez.  i’m metaphising here, i mean.  whatever, i’m a good guy with a gun, that’s who i am.

gravano;  go eh?  how about this.  you know what apocalypse is?
It’s when there’s a selection.  who goes, who stays.
but in life, we have apocolypse all the tyme.
you have loved ones?  you earned their trust?  trust is earned right?

what is it luigi?  storm was a message.
will to fight.  if you don’t have it, there’s no life.

Alright, look, the marine pops his gun down.  I’m going to uncock my sht, so i can cock it again and make my point.

alright kilo.  Gonna give it to you straight.  Put this on blast.  Soon as this apocalypse is over, we got hero double time.
For the marines in the crowd, the ghourkas and guamies beat us to it.  But post apocalypse, i intend to be the first to fight.
It’s hero time, i’m late, keeeeeeeeeeeeeloooooow company lead the waaaaay.

head count, who’s in, who’s out.
“static”
“‘Raaaaah”. “Rah”. “Hoooooooooooo’rah””Yuuuuut!”

“fk this sht, dennis here, i’m going back home after whatever the fks coming, i ain’t fighting today.
Going to switch my life up to aquaponics and fishing for your families when i get back home…   …no idea what the fk is going on, but, after killing that psycho from the last save point, figure i need a bit to think.  I’m still down to escort some of these prisoners out, i just, i’m heading back to charlo and not occupying, i’m solid on that route.

…

…Good to go dennis, we love you man, we got you…
…sht ain’t for everyone man, i’mma take down twice these fkrs for you.
sweet home alabamy!  goin’ fishing wit the frizz!
You clutched good bro, don’t worry about it.  We can’t balance you out right now,

Hooooooooorah!  yhuuuuuuuut!
frizz?
“yeah, it means family and friends..  …that word’s been out there on snatch a few years now, get with the times, have some culture ya ignant blokeys.
would it kill ya to check out topia-tok every once in a while.  sht, even the prisoners knew about the new dance.

bravo – lima, i…     …i’ll be sitting this one out also…     …never told nikki how i felt…
…Oh!  you fkn lied to us!?  that means you’re still a virgin dude~!  wtf
Yeah..    ….thanks for putting it out there, anyways, not afraid of these psychos, but…  a fkn green storm…

…Yeah dude, the whole world is ending and it’s all because you lied to her, us, and for fks sake yourself.
old man sammy, luigi, no eyebrows warrior, lara, , holding their laughs in, waiting for the next lines.
The black cat is walking around the prisoners.
Got a lot on my mind.  If i live past this i’m heading back out.
“wait….  …mike!   It’s mellissa,  …is it okay if we head back to charlo together.  We can take some of these jabronis and…     sht, right, we might die.  Look, i’m going to finish slaying these fkrs first, but if you wait for me…    …sht, right.  gotta tell you now.  So Nikki already likes you, it’s in the bag bro.”
“Wait, how you know?”
“cuz…      ….you took to long to talk to her, so her and i kind of..    anyways, tyring to tell you something here.  we live past this, we wre going to talk some things over with you, so…    ….please don’t die?
…

“so we cool?  yes, lets talk, no fk you, these might be my last minutes on earth, hate to rush you but-“

Kilo kilo, mike is back in the game.  he says he’s good, he thinks your both cool, and…   ….uh huh…   okay, yeah, i’ll tell her.
he also says ignore this part where he’s crying..    …dudes, the fk are you other clowns crying about?   anyway, pink mochis out.

kilo kilo, no need to balance out the teams, our boiiiii is back.
blue mochis out.

All hands all hands, we’ll count after the storm, not before.  No idea how this thing will affect us.

FIGHT, FLIGHT, FAINT, FAWN.

alright kilo, shoebody boop bop time.
time to buttstroke some leeches.

Alright, you’re times up.

God?  damn, i’m so glad i don’t know you.  I’d go against god and country for you bro.
The answer is never god and country, it’s always family ya dumbass.
Anyways, you’re a threat.  You took from society, and society is getting rid of another parasite.

BORN 4 THIS

worldview

striatum.  threat no threat.
truth, half truth, or lie.
power dynamics, awkward and corrupt, you’re narcissistsist.  you use poverty and social irresponsibility to tell people what to do, and then you tell them to respect your beliefs.  that’s disgusting..

hubris.  fatal flaw.

when you get into the firefight.  the scariest thing is how people start turning into shadows, and what can be hours feel like minute.
So focused, and so crazy.
I went to the brig…     …i was so in the zone, i killed my own friend.   imagine that?
Can you ever fkn relate?  fknk low  life guard.

medals for birth.  for the victims.   medals.  to victims, to feel better.

all is fair when love meets war.

collective cowards.  we ain’t like you, cuz you ain’t do what you’re supposed to do.
you take from others, and then skividy doo.
We don’t like you’re kind.  Alright now, it’s high noon, time to die yoo-hoo.

check my uniform…    …hmmm.  fk is all this, your shts a cunt hair off, but it doesn’t matter if it’s a cunt hair or a mile, you looking sloppy is you looking sloppy.

got any last minute art for us?
Yeah, i got you.  check it out, some superstar took all the words from lose yourself and split it up by different movies.
Didn’t even repeat any scenes.  it’s fkn magik, check it out.

ai argumetn.  dude, we got ai waifus too.  sht, we got a whole town of simps, they literally play smash bros, drink beer, tend a garden, and fk their digital waifus and digihubbies.   theres like, way more of those communities that we like to think.
what’s their purpose.   their purpose is that they don’t abuse anybody.  some of them were the deus machina, and dude, those ai programs are like, side bitches for most of them.  unlike you ass clowns, they got savior rizz out the wazoo.

no qualified immunity here motherfckrs.  just, accountability.  Scary, i know right.
I like to read up on these things, narcissists, they just absolutely, positively, can’t handle the social responsibility angle.
makes sense, right?  anti-socials can’t be prosocial, they will never address that problem.

what does that mean?  don’t worry about it.

EUNOIA

situation.  this and that.
a fool contributes nothing worth hearing and takes offense at everything.  fool

yeah, i have a religion also.  some fighters around the world got together, made the borders and highways their homes, and their main goal is to make the world a safe space for all children to grow up and do human sht.   They made it over here, and we opened up the east coast so that here, in the states also, we have a safe space for not my children, but all children.  ANYTHING that goes against that is a threat, do you…    ….comprendey?
altruism, truth, justice, safety; honor…  fkn accountability, both personal and social.
vs vampire.  consumer.  predator.  parasite.

arrested development.  (luigi fills in words)

….There’s literal lives at hand here, so hurry it up, their lives are worth more than yours right now.
You’re higher up the caste system.

crossroads – evolution or devolution.

WHITE ELEPHANT –

moral bankrupcy doesn’t mean your free.

did you just go imperial.  we don’t do that sht out here.

argue:   do or die.  ghandi.  semper fi.  honorary marine.  chk norris.
gay for drawing. – last words.

den del def

you destroyed your own people!  your own home!  fk you talking about son.  home is where the heart is.
Marines aren’t about the barracks, dressing up and medal chasing.  it’s about that action…   …so many people have no idea what the fk they are doing here…     …real marines don’t have that problem.

luigi gets texts and pings.  sorry, thought i was on mute.  they are activating the comm, we’re going online.
time to talk to your loved ones.

Sammy doesn’t know what to say, how to deal.

takes alotta work to get chkn to eat.  gotta feed it, shelter it, protect it, keep it healthy.  then, you kill it.  deplume, clean it, harvest and cut the sht out of it…
Then you gotta preserve it, freeze it, store and transport it…    ….then, you gotta season it, cook it, heck, deeep fry it, make it enjoyable…    … and here you are, thanking god for what society did?  The difference is you a homeless dude, you give em a buck and walk off feeling good about yourself, cuz yous a bitch.  Us real dudes, we dress him, clean him up, and give em a coop to fit into.  safe, clean, loving.  At the same time, we shoot poverty

no cuntry for real mars

good samaritan

 3 sugar cubes and 2 mustard packs. one for less than that.

fight me like a man!  dude, you don’t want that.  trust us, just take the bullet holes and be glad.
just be glad your in our tent.  kilo pinks got benny the jet urquidez.
tyson.  not the boxer, even scarier, the wrestler astronomour.
laughs…    dude triangle chocked a dude, rememebr that; his face! eyes bulging right next to his ball sack.
laughs.   yeah, thats…    …no way to go bro.

glasses

worst addiction is power.  telling strangers what to do.
where are the tops in this place.  .  where’s the .

argument on paper.

BE GLAD IT’S US AND NOT THE SWIFTIES.  yeah, it’s a mostly female army.  their vicious.  They beat us….    …ishoulve joined them.

Lars and the real girl.

fanatic is usmc.

technically, we were the fourth large scale fighters in the fray.   we got the guamanian vfw.  then, the ghourkas.  then…   …the tay tay swifties.
…yeah…   …then the fkn marines.   that’s what happens when yu chase money and use it to pay for beer.

keithlyn is okay.  don’t hurt others, don’t let anyone hurt you.  these topia things, keep it up…     …we all needed this.  fight for it if you have to…
…i’m proud of you honey.  I know i haven’t been the same since that whole thing with the civil forfeture….   sht, can’t believe i still call it that.  since the state robbed us.  made me realize, that’s no way to live baby.  love you.  tell your mom i love her also, sorry it didn’t work out between us…    …i hate not being there with you guys.  i don’t know how to explain it, i feel like i didn’t choose this life, it’s like, it chose me or something.  The rpst killers and abusers don’t have no quit in them, so i gotta one up them i guess.  i have no regrets, because at least you have a choice now, i wouldn’t have it any other way, and i’m so damn sorry about that baby-heart…     i’m going to hang up now, i can only say i love you so many ——     all systems offline.   stastic on walkie talkies; colton”  hey guys, before you all flood the airwaves just letting you know, these airwaves are jacked up.  those green nimbus floaters are cutting out our com————————-

superiority complex.  freedom and safety.  your freedom means on other peoples backs, narcissism.   our version is through collaboration, altruism.  we don’t have to talk much for me to know who you are.   so, who are you?

marriage.

time goes in a one way direction.

three way split the finals outcalls.

Luigi “The Adjuster” Mangione.  or cooper koch?

black panther.
devils never cry.

pay mom.

anger management.

get yourself killed.   moraL QUESTION.  WHAT IS GOOD.  WHAT IS BAD.
adults vs kids.

sammy cooks for them.

incomplete.  im in complete.

 rejection.  auto destruction.

takiwatanga call sign
letgoofmypurse.
wicked420
bradass
mad-dog-mattis

PURPLE OPTIONS, BLUE WHEN no purple available.

RED LIGHT/GREEN LIGHT/YELLOW LIGHt communities.  red = threat.  yellow means warning.  green menas chill.  all on the altruism philosophy.  mcmillan explains when it is presented that a community went yellow.  kids had to kill a guy that killed another guy.  come to find out, the guy was deep in cia work, probably has something to do with .

god as a relationship, center point, trust.  calling it out.

cassandro; a child, dejected by the village, will burn it down to feel it’s warmth.  A privilege btch, confronted on accountability from the village, will burn it all down before.  cassandro – tells why he is there, who he is looking for.  the power rep, the king koopa dragon, the great corn-holio.

sht son, just say that.  so yeah, there’s topias that 
There was a time when i wasn’t on the market and well, phones helped.

so there’s topias of ai relationships and virtual online relationships.  it’s like, a way for folks to connect, not have children, learn about their sexuality, all in all turnings something that’s sick, degrading and an abusive power dynamic sht show into something healthier.

lara asks, oh sht, i didn’t know that part.  so i assume they don’t have the whole weird step-sister and maid abuse abuse, and wage forced exploitation and sht.

bingo, they stomped that out

sammy butts in, you guys are sick-

luigi retors laughing, “you can butt out of this topic unc, just cuz you’re junk stopped working doesn’t mean we gonna let you judge the rest of us.
matter of fact, they got ai and virtual girls for you also if you ever-
sammy chuckles, “thanks but no thanks nephew, i’m just saying, that’s now way to have relationships.
“well, that’s the point, not everyone can have a relationsihp, and if there’s no outlet, things like this keep people from acting like depraved little shts.  You know what i’m talking about, you got those freaks that end up going from jerking off to armpits to killing women.  The more you twist sht up, the more crazy behavior comes out.  

…Arrest?

Arrest your central nervous system, you know what i mean; two to the heart, two to the head. 

luigi- bringing the word gay back.  asks unc.  you can help me with my project.
rando internet: tickle your fancy.

luigi:  gonna reverse engineer your case.  sammy, your wife left you right.  so, the josh johnson test.  good person, got their sht together, or better dk dude, man up to that.  so which one was it…    …sammy got to thinking, yeah, definitely sht together.   oh, btw, you can say what you think all you want, only she can validate that. it’s just, one of those things, but sure, if it makes you feel better, it totally was the got their sht together part.