Evacuation Walking Street

Muay Thai gym and why did they keep gunmen in ropes in their armoured vehicle boot? Our NATO heroes had to investigate a detective's job who did it.

Them who found these children decapitated and it was our NATO's duty off duty to execute the culprit.

They took a gallows operation to be executioners with leather masks holding oversized axes to cut their heads off. It was their Budo.

Simon had a pile of paper printed red horned oni masks he held in his backpack in case of emergency he made yellow stickers for Lord Ignacius with a long nose.

Their lack of Thai knowledge and culture made it nearly possible to operate military operations outside their holidays plan.

"Simon we have two weeks to relax and we saw children cut open and will have to take up slicing people up once more in our vacation."

"I am getting used to it."

"What do we do with him in the back?"

"I think he is our new tour guide for our holidays and Muay Thai boxing camp. He will be a great guide to sightseeing."

"You keep on selling me this boxing package. I told you in Lublin I am not going for it."

"Let's wait and see when Mark Ta comes back from a local soldiers shop to help us to decide."

"Yes, Magnum Mage and Mark Ta left us in this heat to oversee the shop."

They left a mobile store with a black army backpack looking around as they were crossing the street to a car park opposite the beach near the Swiss Hotelier.

"I already phoned the farm operator and have Vito on call if you are delayed to join with him and El Paso in Columbia."

"It is great our sailor filled our bag with telecommunications tools." They wear a white vests in cream trousers and palm shirts wearing gunmetal frame sunglasses.

Our NATO heroes sit in their armoured vehicle to open the backpack filled with handguns, shotguns and rifles they will assemble back to one.

"I thought I would cut them up."

"No worries Lord Ignacius. You will shoot them and I already printed our Oni stickers." Simon opens his brown bag.

"I rather tattoo one but not leave my initials on murder weapon."

"No complaints." Magnum Mage starts the engine.

"We are heading to a Muay Thai gym." NATO Commander has his glasses off and smiles to Captains Mage new recruits he lights his cigar like a first time they meet NATO Black Friday Organisation.

He passed them the Bangkok Newsletter newspaper with a front page of 75 dead children found outside Patong.

Simon takes his sticker and places a newspaper his Oni sticker on and wraps silver handgun he found in the hand bag.

Lord Ignacius picks up crisis management and rapid response MSG assault rifle.

Captain Mage and General Ta do not pay attention to the left cut off end shotgun and revolver in our NATO heroes black army backpack.

"No sung to lure you Shanghai shopping line?"

"What does it mean and has to do with Shanghai?"

"I don't know Mage. I was listening to the radio in the car. It beeps like a mobile phone between songs and gives a public announcement advert."

"You should speak carefully son without knowing words or it will cause you problems." NATO Commander spoke with our NATO heroes.

The streets were fully packed and they drove past Bangla street to see scooter taxi drivers wearing red vests with numbers on their backs, streets fully packed with many races and those who had seen the sun and those who were about to see it.

Their black armour arrived in the gym to see Sunday BBQ and coaches are relaxing in the community.

"How do you know this old phone store had guns?"

"He was one of my colleagues in SAS."

Simon was reading an English copy of a newspaper article of anonymous call tips police to discover a mass grave yard. He had a handgun in. "Simon you were so quick to pick up your gun and assemble you forgot the bullets."

"You will give me them later."

They were waiting for a tourist who would know about extra muscle to help them track and trace the culprit.

Them waiting in the car Mark Ta finished his cigar and thought about his time serving a parachute infiltration division to spy, sabotage and murder above the law in enemies lines and his story serving SAS.

He became NATO Commandos Vice General and Black Friday Organisation supreme officer.

"I had times I had no joy unless martyrs blew up our grounds and our units felt shells burn drove me crazy in our locations awaiting to descend."

"What happened?" Lord Ignacius loses focus but nods to keep him thinking.

"I was captured and softened up in a debriefing station fighting paramilitary."

"They had you surrounded?"

"We took of separate ways to pick up intelligence reports faster and we planned to bomb them but they discover me fast because I am not African."

"How long did it took for them to soften you up?"

"You are wrong. It is only initiative before long tortures of psychological breakdowns. They beat you up and transfer to prison to stand up day and night hands on the wall or a cold bucket wakes you up. Two investigators question with different personalities asking you any question seeing your eyes movement for weakness. They pass you a cigarette to see if you like it and drop to a floor to see if your eyes are straight or follow it. They even brought a unit member injured, promising to give him first aid if I tell them about us, our mission and our coordinates."

"What happened?"

"I focked them all. I love my martyrs on the ground."

"Are we looking for a hostile kickboxing tourist or friend?" Simon scratched his chin in need of a shave.

"He is my SAS buddy who was in for first aid."

"He should be good." Simon takes one page off and wraps it in a scroll.

"Yes he blew up the kitchen gas canister we made out alive with him. He was there to extract me out of there."

"Here he is on a motorbike taxi?" Magnum opens his doors out.

"The fat one?" Simon places a newspaper under the driver's seat.

"Yes, let's see him." Mark Ta walks faster than the group party.

"I was once a star in the ring, a Lithuania Cowboy." Lord Ignacius follows.

"Lord Ignacius, you keep quiet about your time with El Paso in the Royal boxing stadium." Simon taps his stomach with a news article.

Simon blinks Lord Ignacius wearing flippers, blue Patong Beach shorts and white shirt half open, on his head polarised sunglasses with yellow glass and white frame on his bald head children are selling on the beach.

"We will fight?" Their objective turns round.

"Unless you have a drink." They both laugh tapping to each other back walking to see a former SAS hero.

"Hey Igno Bazuka, are you ready for the match?"

"I am here to skip a rope."

"You forgot about me, Mark Ta and a glass leak?"

"Yes it was hundred years ago. I am here only because of my cousin Ban Toya is in prison for a fake case."

"I think we can help you if you help us."

"You sure got what you takes to have my deal tempting. I accept your offer." The true NATO heroes and war veterans, the old friends surviving post war hits fist to fist.

"You guys go now with your suspicious back pack. I have boxing gloves on. You see this small guy with a moustache on in black shorts. I am sure he is faster to break your bones you trip open your backpack."

The SAS veteran wearing gold shorts with a silver wolf on it written side to side a wild wolf agree to work.

"I will meet you tomorrow morning outside the gym. We will have the Thai King's funeral and it will be closed. You do not forget to get me one cool looking backpack full of steel."

"You will be here alone?"

"Mark, I am never alone. I will have my Latvian brothers who flew in to help with other jobs demolishing old prison blocks. It will be Igors Ignurs and Yanis Roze."

"We will bring a suitcase in this case." Ta shakes his hand with both blood veins pumping.

Simon throws him from a distance a newspaper from a page he took out with an Oni sticker. "You should read the news. It is good for you."

"I am a Tiger boxer. I have no fear of knowing what I can handle."

"Thank you Bazuka."

"I am always ready Ta."

Igno Bazuka joins their investigation with his blade of hate; Igors Ignurs and Yanis Roze.

The refugees running from a murder case. Igors Ignurs, Igno Bazuka and Yanis Roze will fight to the death to rescue in exchange Ban Toya from high facility prison and find those child traffickers for their organs.

They sit back in the car to let the air conditioner work. "I have good news. We made finnish military warplane as a consolation prize." Mark Ta clasps his hands.

"It is far better than a scrap metal Pioter Blat landed us in Lublin forest." Ignacius taps his fingers.

"It is SS Gallows, with heat grenades in from rockets and air refueling capable of stealth and intelligence operations. It will be your bonus for scraping the metal." He lights his cigar.

"What do we do now?" Lord Ignacius asks questions to avoid thinking about the job in car full of weapons and an assault rifle under the seat he comfortably sat. The leather cools off with the air conditioner softly blowing under his seats.

"We do what good people do. We pay respect to the nation's leader and start working tomorrow." Mark Ta signals two fingers for Magnum Mage to start his engine and drive.

They pay respect to the dead king of Thailand in the national funeral in a great spirit for the new King.

The simple street light near houses with images of King and incense in sand laid by many they kneel and let incentives burn they hold their hands and bow to place them near to each other.

"We forgot about the guy in the ropes." Simon whispers Magnum Mage.

"I will rent us a good bungalow for him to stay and on the way will pick up a call from a mobile screen repair shop for more tools. We will need it for our construction team."

"Yeah Ta. We are a demolition team." Lord Ignacius uses his vocal chords.

"I know Lord, you said it well." Ta hushes his index finger, it would keep it low voice in with windows lights off.

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Varpa Hera on her right were her own right hand woman looking fetish fantasies to sell.

Her lures to men willing to fall in her honey trap. It was job to increase her clientele to sell goods and services in a contract binding showeroom.

Hera was a camera lure with her long black hair and gentle skin on camera enjoying blackmailing men to dare seeing her.

It was her job to gain access for Liucinda Sarka.

Her brother Prosecutor Karoblis Hera helped traffic organs. He had classes with her in private school, enjoying each other's bathroom breaks. They made love to each other to understand the early arts of disguise.

Prosecutor Hera in the General Prosecutor's Office telephone call between Bangkok and Vilnius to smuggle their crimes.

"Hello sister."

"Yes I can speak. We have many blank case pages on the table to see."

"Yes I know."

"You bought more of this Farang cream."

"Hahaha I know you love the cosmetics business."

"Yes, I will buy you a gift. You bring me those souvenirs and holiday pictures."

"Thank you. I am waiting for your updates. How are you doing?"

Prosecutor Karoblis sat in black building with twisted windows with white walls from inside. He had two weeks of restless diarrhoea to fight with.

Prosecutor felt happy he ended the call. "She never grows up being a bitch. I think her legs will break in showeroom from her slip and fall accidents. Varpa makes me laugh."

The office cabinet door has a knock on the way it enters. Karoblis closes the phone and throws in the drawer to other six phones.