The Black List

The Bangladeshi arrives to help our NATO heroes. Their training in Bembi Muay Thai boxing gym camp in Patong jungles.

Their will to train and fight was no prejudice to join our NATO heroes new black Friday Organisation.

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"Why do we have Bangladesh amateur boxing fighters in our unit?"

"I had them in mind as a muscle for hire. They will fit our SAS veterans from Riga, Thai Prison escapes and Scotland Yard detective."

"How come?"

Magnum Mage is sitting near a waterpool with his Vice General Commando enjoying the splashing water to their backs in a swimming pool massage hose letting water sparkle their backs.

"They have the ability to be vicious and a vicious character allows you to survive. We have a case where we are outnumbered by the organ traffickers cartel from Vilnius with their funding and international links in Asian nations."

"Yes we have no green light from NATO in our holidays."

"You train them well and look after them well like your friends building a strong military relationship."

"I bring them to a local boxing gym to shoot the punching bags. We treat them to last dinner and issue them NATO shorts. They later decide themselves if it is up to them to survive."

"We need to kill as fast as possible these children killers and leave back from holidays. We cannot overstay our three weeks off."

"Yes. I know." Magnum Mage relaxes his neck in a water massage.

He picks up his mobile phone and looks in local time to see Simon Says to pick them up and play Simon Says game with our new NATO heroes.

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Our NATO heroes were able to observe the Patong Beach Massacre. They had in mind to dissolve a syndicate responsible for buying livestock of children, and smuggle them in to have their organs cut out for black market.

The Lithuanian Friday the 13 had his way post Thai Asylum. Him murdering a surgeon for his fluffy toy, killing one psychiatric doctor and two nurses, decapitating Thai family in their back garden and now a hired gun for murder is on the loose.

They heard on the news.

"I think this focking stripper is thinking too much of himself." Simon Says is watching the car thermometer parked under twin palm trees.

"Yes Lord. I would have his dick cut off and in his mouth for personal reasons." Lord Ignacius sweat is rolling under his beard.

"Simon we should hunt him. He is not much of a focker and not much leads. He complicates our operations. This poor Lithuanian Miky Myers." Simon is playing with his fingers on the steering wheel.

"You remember last time he came out with machete out the bushes?" Lord passes a packet of cigarettes to Simon.

"Yeh, thanks to Vito he is half a RoboCop on the loose." Simon lights one.

"Yeh, probably tying loose ends." Lord Ignacius looked out the airport for a Bangladesh flight for him to pick them up on a tour bus to the boxing gym.

The grey van said, Patong Five Star tours. Our two NATO heroes were sitting in and relaxing waiting for new recruits.

"We should train our new recruits for hired muscle since it got focked up from this machete thing. You know you saw the numbers of the sponsor's event from Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, Singapore and Seoul."

Simon pays attention to Lord Ignacius' eyes looking for them. He can see his tired eyes and look at his face. He wanted them dead.

"I think your wish came true. I will join a boxing gym with you." Lord Ignacius continues looking out for them.

Their team from Bangladesh comes out of Patong International flight to face adversity from four Asian capitals and one European capital.

Our NATO heroes were forming their alliances with the SAS, Scotland Yard, criminals and Bangladesh to have organ thieves decapitated themselves.

Their neighbouring crooks and smugglers landed. They were ready for a fight but a gun fight?

Simon whistles and lifts his two fingers out the window. He starts the engine and drives. Lord Ignacius continues to smoke inside the vehicle.

"We have five crooks for a sparring match?" Simon is thinking out loud.

"They shower at the gym." Lord Ignacius throws his smoke out.

Simon drives over to their side.

They open silver van doors and throw their bags in.

Simon looks back at them. "We fock some gym bags before we shower tonight."

He asks his honour guests for the main event tonight. Him thinking a hell of Satan had brought them himself to their hell of the mission.

"Are you Magnum?"

"I am not."

"Ok. We get in."

Magnum Mage phones make a noise to him to see a message his five fighters are coming to his grill.

"Ta I set the grill on fire."

"You have a proper ribcage roasted."

"Roger that Vice General."

"Ta."

He had a problem understanding decapitated children, he did remember how he dismembered lamb for his grill.

Magnum could not understand the butchering of children. It was a crime for profit. He knew he would make a good decision to send Vito on his first flight to be General Prosecutor's sniper.

It was the very first flight to Vilnius.

"God Morgan. We have the era of Satan."

"Yes we had times of hell. I think we made it alive until now."

"I will need you to kill a pen pusher from Lithuanian General Prosecutor's Office."

"What is his name?"

"Karoblis Hera."

"It is ok."

"He is a link to political families and to lawmakers, he clears their funds."

"I would stab him for you but you know I am the sniper."

Fredrick Vito had in his bag an old American hunting rifle with kanji cut on and new scope to fit his reinforced frame so he could do the job. The gun was oiled and taken to pieces.

"I will have it shipped to you tomorrow first in the morning in a cargo container to Klaipeda Harbour."

"I will have him observed for a month and will kill him like a Russian hitman. They will leave them wondering why."

"You fock that cont for children's organs trafficking business in Vilnius."

"Yes. I shot him right in the heart."

"I know you can do that. You made many clear marks before in our ventures from highschool to our thirties."

"We are getting old."

"That's why I brought you Thai elephant beer."

"Yes. Let's toast to that."

"Yeh." Magnum Mage toasts his drink in a violent way to the sky with a grin on his face.

They both smile and pour their drinks in, taking open paper packet white cigarettes they light them.

The weight, the texture, the light tobacco leaf cut, the smaller size smoke. The white cigarette was made well in care from Japan.

They made a last hug and Magnum Mage spoke last words. "Adiu." It means goodbye in Sweden.

The art of butchery he truly intended to practice himself. He was intending to take his time cutting them up watching them in the eyes and each luggage to fill a body in.

The organ traffickers were his holiday entertainment him taking his time to contemplate their murder.

Our NATO heroes were ready to fight the crime syndicate. They are willing to turn into homicidal maniacs capable of killing child killers.

It was their duty to be above the law. Their call to war.