Mercenaries With Shitty Luck

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[??? POV]

"God-FUCKING-damnnnMMMIIITTTTTTT!!!... That... THHATTT Fucking bitch! *Gasp* *Gasp!*"

"I swear when I get my hands on that whore, I'm going to blow her brains out and use her skull as a wine glass."

Announce a large and buff dark skin man as he speaks with clear imminent anger and worry present on his face and his tone.

The man was very tall, as he stood 6"9 in height. Based on looks alone he look like he weighed over 450lbs of pure muscles with limited fat.

The man was wearing a red and black augmented suit. He had a spikey red mohawk, meanwhile, his eye was yellow and strongly resemble that of a cat.

In his hand was an anti-freak HDK heavy assault rifle, the gun in question was large and black with few scratches on the exterior, and the scope on it was making the creature in question transparent as it reveals a good amount of the mechanical beast's weak points.

Meanwhile, the handsome clear skin man beside the large black man jokingly said.

"Technically speaking, all of us blow her head out last night James."

The red Mohawk just became angrier as he replied.

"Awww. Don't remind me, Mark... I swear we were careless idiots. How could we easily succumb to lust? It's abnormal I tell yah!!! She drugs us, I know she did."

"Possibly, but no amount of drugs, would make all four of us so horny to the point that we jump straight into fivesome, hell I don't even remember her name."

Mark retorted.

Mark was a tall fellow, although not as tall as the group leader James. He was 6"2 in height and had a more slim but muscular build. He was a handsome clear skinned man with a buzz cut with a rough, strict, and serious demeanor about him.

He was also wearing an augmented suit, just like James. You could see his well define muscles clearly through the suit, seeing that these augmented suits were skin-tight.

The man also wore a single pair of advanced-looking silver goggles over his eyes, as the lens was glowing a neon emerald green. And just like the dark skin man; he was shooting at the large metallic woof that towers over some of the largest buildings within the city and was approaching at a fast speed nonetheless.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!... Oi Paul can't speed this thing up a little faster matey?"

James said with heightened anger as he looks down in the commander hatch and the voice of an old man could be heard from within as he replied to James' question as such.

"Again we are low on power. Technically I could go faster but the internal battery is dying, there is not much we can do with the backup power source since it's old. The bitch stole both of our kinetic battery packs from our vehicle. After all, if we still had our power source we could have easily one-shot this dog-type behemoth with our proton ray. So if I go any faster we are going to be stranded here... Although we could sacrifice all four of our plasma turrets and shed 8 tons in total, our speed would increase significantly as a result."

Paul answered James honestly. The situation wasn't the best and he knew what needed to be done if they wanted to live. Especially seeing that the old man was a retired veteran, who drive countless amounts of battle-type vehicles in his days. So his word was God when it comes to these things.

Meanwhile, James had a troubled look on his face, but he had to make a decision right here, right now. Not only is his life on the line but his team life was also on the line as well.

He looked to his side and saw two figures, it was Mark reloading his gun. His partner of ten years, and childhood friend. Meanwhile to his right was a young boy no more than seventeen years old. The kid's name was Hope.

An orphan he found on the street when he was ten. The kid was quiet, and signs of abuse were clear, he felt sorry for him and took him in as his little brother.

James was a professional mercenary, and also an ex-soldier who served in the army and fought in the last war. He was raised by the streets just like Hope, however, tired of his shitty life in the slums.

He sold his rights to the army and became their slave for ten years. He fought countless battles and killed countless people and monsters alike in his day.

That was when he met Paul, who was an ex-pilot, the old man was like a father figure to him. Year's later he also runs into his old childhood friend our blood brother who was a gang member at the time. Mark, you could say he was also raised by the streets, just like him and hope.

So you could say that these four men were like family. No! they were family. The definition of rag to riches.

They were kings, hell each raid they easily make over two million dollars, as they target only high-level ruins with great proficiency, and with a threat level no lower than 4 stars out of the typical 7 stars, that alone should define how skilled they were as mercenaries.

However, every king still needs to work to ensure that the kingdom doesn't fall. Just as how every king must come to realize that sacrifices were necessary.

However as a king, metaphorically speaking, James will stop at nothing to defend his people and his family.

As such he said.

"Paul. Drop eject the turrets."

"... Say no more Jamesy-boy."

Paul replied as he press a button inside the tank, and instantly four of the plasma turrets connected to the sides popped off at the same time, rolling on the ground and making dusk fly along the way.

Meanwhile, James made cried internally as he said to himself.

'And as easily as that, I lost twelve million dollars I'm never getting back, I swear nothing but that woman's skull can compensate for my losses.'

However, at the steep cost of twelve million dollars, the tank began to speed up by an extra 50/mph.

Meanwhile, the giant wolf suddenly stop in its tracks when it saw the expensive turrets, roll towards it.

It didn't waste any time and began devouring the turrets, thinking about it as well, this was most likely a part of the old man's plan as well.

These full mechanical monsters were different from biological ones. Unlike the radioactive man-eaters. These mechanical monsters are attracted to resources, such as weaponry, cybernetic, metallic frames, and so on.

But the giant forty-meter wolf enjoys dissembling the turrets from within and assimilating and distributing the parts over its large mechanical body.

The four men began to rest a little, they were tired, out of food supplies, and also low on power, however as strict as Mark is, he tried to lighten the mood as he said.

"Hahaha. See we survive in the end... I tell you even at our weakest team Odella is not easily destroyed."

James sighed as he replied.

"Even so, that bitch not only stole all of our equipment but technically took advantage of us."

"I mean she was a beauty, hell for Hope's first time, the kid is fucking beast, even after we tap out the kid just continue to the point she was limping who would have thought."

Mark said as he look at the short boy, 5"10 in height, he also had a muscular build. And he had one or two deep scars on his face.

He was pale skin, but the better term would be albino. As even his hair was cut in a low fade, the color was white as a lack of pigmentation.

However, just like Mark, his augmented suit was fully black, the only difference was the bloody skull at the center of the chest with golden bullets coming from his mouth was drawn on it, clearly a custom design.

Of course, this was a squad of four highly trained mercenaries called Team Odella. Consisting of two ex-military veterans, one ex-gangster, and a really good street fighter.

And the red skull with golden bullets coming from the mouths was the team Odella logo.

However when Mark mentions Hope losing his virginity in the most fuck up way possible. He of course didn't miss the opportunity to tease the young merc.

As he said with a smug smile.

"So tell me how does it feel to be a man?"

Hope blushed as he turned his head in embarrassment, the girl he saves yesterday was attacked by a horde of mechanical grunts.

But he didn't expect that as soon, as he saved her, he would be instantly attracted to her.

He was simply scouting and scaling around the area for potential threats as he made his routine reports every ten minutes through his communication device as the other three raided the buildings to see if they can find any artifacts, that can be sold for a high price on the market.

In the end, they found some mercury base weapons that can sell for four hundred thousand a piece.

They easily had sixty million plus dollars worth of weapons made from liquid Mercury. But a girl whose name he can't remember convinces him to take her with him, and he did.

One thing led to another and the moment when all four of them met up at the agreed location. They suddenly become hot and bothered and let's just say the mysterious woman was more than happy to help them out.

And like that, team Odella had their first ever fivesome. And one by one they began to pass out. The last person was, of course, Mark and Hope. But Mark soon top out, but Hope's stamina didn't fail him at that time and continued for an additional three hours before he eventually lost consciousness.

And let's just say, by the time all of them wake up, their artifacts, and equipment, along with their augmented suit were stolen. And the woman was also missing; so it was quite obvious what happen to them. They were deprived of both their seeds and their earnings.

Even their P67-Gen3: Plasma Wartank with a custom external Kentic power source was stolen, well the two Kentic power sources are, thankfully the only way to enter the armored vehicle is by voice command.

So the backup augmented suit in case of emergencies, along with the spare anti-freak HDK heavy assault rifle was still left inside the tank.

But without the use of the power source to use the plasma ray or turrets team Odella was left vulnerable.

James was of course the most upset about the situation, they have been had out of their hard work, and technically speaking they were r*ped.

Regardless of that though James knew there was nothing they can do about it. So he sighed in frustration and said to Paul.

"Just take us home Paul, and try to avoid confrontation as much as possible, we are extremely vulnerable right now, and sadly I'm down to my last three magazines, and we are quite far away from home as is."

Mark looks at James and comments.

"Same here, I'm down to my last two mags as well, honestly despite being asleep for hours I feel extremely tired, all I want is a shower at this point."

"But still though, that woman either drug us, used an artifact on us, or maybe she is a mutant like me."

James commented, to which Mark replied.

"Does it even matter at this point, James~~ *¡Siiiiggghh!* But I understand where you are coming from, we lost so much money today."

"Tsk. Well, whatever, to ensure this doesn't happen ever again we have to be prepared, or better yet just don't help anyone."

Mark finished as he lay down.

Meanwhile, James said.

"I guess your right, this world isn't a bed of roses, humans are as monstrous as these monsters as well, either way though. Hope, I know you want to help others who are in a tough position, but out here there are no laws, so for future reference, blacken your heart and leave the weak to their demise."

Hope made a saddened expression, but he nodded, as he understand that reality is a very unkind concept.

So in a way, this was both an unforgettable experience and a life-changing lesson for Hope.

James satisfied with his nod responded as such.

"Good, with that said, let's all re...

However, at that moment, the tank suddenly stops grabbing the attention of everyone on board.

"Ha? What's the hold up now?"

Mark questions grabbing his firearm. Hope responded the same way by gripping his as well.

Meanwhile, James went down the hatch and questioned Paul.

"What's the problem, why did you stop, did we run out of fuel old man?"

James asks fearing the worst, however, Paul answered with trembling hands, as he watches his computer monitors, the camera catching the figure in full display.

As he said.

"Today... Just isn't our day."

James went to see what made Paul so fearful, and what he saw almost made him faint.

It was a blue humanoid, although more snake than anything else, But that wasn't what caught his attention. No, it was the black halo floating above its head.

A feature only a special type of existence have in this world.

James was trembling as he said but one word.

"Invader."