The Bay of Plenty
"Today we will give a taste for them a furry and bible taste of Baltic Battalion Gallows operation."
Our NATO hero Simon Says had his mind spoken. He kept aiming and fire running behind their speeding vehicles but they drove off and Simon first jumped in the back of the water truck.
"We keep these fingers sharp on the triggers." Lord speaks while stretching his finger across the SMG trigger. He jumps in splattering raindrops drops from his coat waiting for others to check back in.
His black sheep leather holster and two yellow stars are holding his silver Kamo revolver. It was on Mark Ta's lap. He drops it and walks in the venue to see Magnum Mage sitting alone on the guest table and smoking his cigarette.
"You are waiting for me?"
They hear a second gun shot from a distance. "I think it was Vito. This focking basterd will not stop shooting his kilometre round shots." Mark Ta leaves.
The was jazz plays in their rainforest surrounded tables surrounding mini water island tables.
The pier separating each of the main walk-in building greeting guests our NATO heroes were planning to attend in their stormcloaks outside street lamps shadows past bushes walking on knees.
It meant to be the end.
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His appearance on the way back to his cocaine hideout in Swedish Sniper scope.
"Fan dig."
Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro picks up a high velocity bullet in the forest rainstorm, creeping up to Simon and Lord to flank with his Karo machete.
When off the tall construction site an old hunting rifle picks up pointing in the rain.
The modern vision scope on post world war two American made single bullet per round you can see on its back hand engraved kanji script. It was the last calligraphy master's writing he ever made before his hands abandoned him.
The scripture runs on his handle from left to left below. The spiritual guidance of shinto unknown tales seeking revenge for lost souls and the shikigami corruption greed swallow them along the river.
It was his meaning of life. It was Vito.
He finished scanning his perimeter, the water drops in the night over black coat you cannot see over his hood inside the night shadows.
The beating bullet hole cutting Gintaro's shoulder off in the muzzle flash near Simon turns around a body to drop.
He leaves for the next checkpoint to see the escort leave.
Fredrick Vito was not visible one kilometre away.
The heavy seasonal rainfall pours and black storm coat holding hunting rifle makes his footsteps easy for villains to combat.
The alarm sounds and he knows the operation is aborted.
He sees they leave.
"Hellre ett hugg än två bra soldater." His heart was at ease he noticed a killer ambush wielding a sword in his hand. It was in Swedish.
The rain continues to pour.
Vito leans, aims and fires a round letting his lungs go.
He exhales.
The bullet slams into Yogi Hartarto's driver's window and does not break.
"You keep on driving!"
Yogi Hartarto places his arm on his business car driver and encourages him to keep on steering along escort backlights in case one more round of fire would upset their traffic in a heavy thunderstorm.
He walks away taking it apart in an orange tourist bag.
"I am drunk like a Swedish in Thailand?"
He whispers to himself moving his neck to the sides.
The footsteps silent on concrete water drops he is heading emergency staircases to wait for them in further point perimeter.
They rescue and Gandonas survives.
The revival of Gintautas Nauseda underground stage name. Them looking for further victims under their laws of revenues. Their names were Nerij Varske, Gintautas Nauseda, Varpa Hera, Karoblis Hera, Karolina Tumbacka, Valdis Vivaldis and Liucinda Sarka.
Valdis Vivaldis and Nerij Varske drive closer in their car.
"Let's fock this shat."
"Nerij you pick up the body bag. I was happy enough to pick up the body of this whore Varpa Hera. I was happy to see her last ride and the bullet hole pumping out her skull. It was a joy."
"Blat, I wrap this one up."
Nerij Varske steps out in the pouring tropical season and opens his boot to pull out a suit jacket sleeve to fit a suit in.
Him to walk closer to see a Gintautas Nauseda breath in out the floor. "Hey Vivaldi, walk closer." Him shout moving palm closer.
Vivaldi walks closer to speak his mind in pouring rain. "You see fock that. Those children brought his cocaine and got cut to pieces for the organ traffickers market. The black organ market kept him alive."
"Yeh blat he filled up so much on steroids it would raise a grandmother to Mrs Universe."
"Fock, I am alive."
"You pray, my son. You are now under stage name. You are Gintautas Nauseda."
They pull him in the back; they would see an organ cutting surgeon to have him brought back in one piece.
"I can see Lithuanian Mike Myers coming back to life." Dr Aisha is seeing him past respirator under anesthesia near children's organ fridges.
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Simon and Lord are on the way to storm hideouts in the middle of the night they hit a window with SMG rifles and in turn fire a lethal shot killing activist. When each fires they say. "Aleina?"
They had Karolina Tumbacka head cut open in a fatal shot killing a local narco baron filling her evening dress in-between in.
They killed one female activist for corrupt government from the Vilnius General Prosecutor's Office.
She was unconvinced prostitute serving many government officials until she was blackmailed to seduce drug cartels ring leaders it would ease to smuggle children's meat past border control of Laos.
The drug smuggler's baron face was covered in her blood, skull and brain pieces. They each fired to her face arching on the kitchen table looking out her bungalow window.
Them asking in native Thai, what and disappearing into the night.
Our NATO heroes continue their journey.
Two one was for the General Prosecutor's Office for our NATO heroes success.
"We should keep on fighting like freedom fighters."
"Yes yes shhh our neighbors would not find out."
"No no let's keep our reports matching or we end up in national security prison."
They both laugh enjoying freedom fighters lifestyle taking apart their assault rifles into their bags listening to narco baron scream with his dropping love tool he will not be able a lot longer to pick up.
"Yes, there are two Rosenberg case pages in the file." Simon sends a text message in the Happy Visitors sim card.
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They drive further out the driveway to see a man walking with the tracksuit on and his hood on, walking to the bungalow driveway they were leaving.
He was wearing a hood on but he was clearly able to be seen wearing bandages.
The bandages covered half of his face to the neck.
Our NATO heroes slowed a little to see him in their back mirror walk holding his arms in his pockets and holding his face low.
They can see a few flashes out the house.
"This focker has more visitors than a whore in a whore house."
"Yes Lord. You should slowly press auxiliary. I can see him leaving the driveway."
"I prefer not to see this psycho."
They can see him walking out in the same way he walked in.
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"Hey Sarka, you sent me to pick up this brainless whore?"
"Yes." He walks in the living room to see her dead open.
Gintautas Nauseda picks up his Russian made handgun and fires two shots to a cartel baron's chest.
He places his arm in and lowers his gaze to walk out. "There was one biatch lead less to kill."
He walks further; he sits in his leather seat and starts the engine of his German sports car.
"I love to have my car back. I had two weeks off when the children cut out organ containers that were filling up. I had a good night's sleep with those dead babies. I cannot believe I was operated on at the same table."
He spoke with himself moving to the sides of his shoulder in bandages.
He was in blue containers written on Lithuania Free Economic Zone shipments.
It was Lucinda Sarka's father's logistics business cargo containers shipped with medical supplies to Thailand.
Nauseda had a new shoulder blade made out of Swiss steel. "I feel like a hammer piece in this Swiss steel." Gintautas Nauseda starts his car engine.
"I am done with my stripper career. I am a serial killer now."
He had to be placed in a sleep for one week detoxing him of A Class narcotics and steroids. They were waiting for the part.
The vets' silver steel tables were in shipping containers ready to be moved on trucks that were parked in private territory for no trespassing.
It was not long before they had a battle axe dance with Simon Says.