Why Dead Men Can't Die?

Our Vice NATO Commando General message was clear: their officer Andersson would analyse the massive scale data analysis in specific goal analysis to see data processes and tools farming information servers in Iceland.

He was the case operator for our NATO heroes; the ground unit of field operations finished rapid response and crisis management operations.

"I will see Vito in case you forgot something."

Vito was Swedish elite Black Friday Organisation officer and Andersson was their operator Mark Ta had in mind for a mission.

"Thank you Ta. I will go back to my table now. We have generous Polish cuisine available on our table in Swedish serving style."

"You enjoy it."

"How are Andersson and Vito doing?"

"They are in great shape. You better go to your table or the food gets cold." Our Magnum Mage made a quick twist to head back and see his childhood friends Simon and Lord.

The time their taxi drivers Lithuanian Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov were sitting in their brand new transport thinking there would not be enough space for four of them.

They played Polish radio and were happy to listen to songs they could not understand. "I think we should be sitting there and eating too."

"Okay." Stefan rolls his fingers to the approval sign and he steps out of his vehicle to see his friends.

"I think I am coming with you. I will not go to bed hungry tonight."

They walk across the street past the garden fence Nigerian Cheslov wearing white vest and black suit in dark shoes.

Lithuania Stefan never changed. He is wearing old blue jeans, his black wool top, leather jacket, leather hat and leather bag.

The small old town cafe roads and streets are small for one vehicle to pass. They walk past open plan tables and head to the back garden.

Nigerian Bot were watching how Magnum Mage was talking and reading his lips. "I think he is with the Italian mafia."

"Yeh brother, he looks serious enough." A Somali pirate was listening to Nigerian Bot whispering to his ears shielding his lips in case he would read his lips.

Somali pirate stabs his steak knife with a double edge utensils knife in oak handle to his steak looking straight in Magnum Mage eyes.

Our NATO heroes walk past by ignoring him to attend his table.

"Hey stop you there!" Magnum Mage takes a look back and they can see a Somali pirate standing there holding his knife pointing to a floor and looking at our Nigerian Cheslov and Lithuanian Stefan.

"Do you have two more chairs for our guests?" Magnum Mage looks at Dr Fujimaru and Girts Bosu. They point fingers in gestures asking to read air.

Nigerian Bot runs past them in an open plan to ask for two chairs. Somali pirate slices two more steaks off beef from a lump of meat.

"Here food." Somali pirate places on the plate.

"Okay." Stefan shows a sign of approval.

Nigerian Cheslov has his seat round and sits to take a bite. He breathes in to enjoy the taste. "Thank you." He continues to enjoy it.

Stefan looks at him sitting the other way round and picks up a fork with the knife to slice to pieces before he eats.

"I think they got hungry."

"Yes Simon, we overspent sitting here."

"Lord Ignacius. I can keep on drinking this honey beer from morning to evening. I do not care."

"My friends. I am happy I finished working with you and our plane safely landed without injuries in Lublin."

"I had a call from Ta."

"Who is he?" Dr Fujimaru took another glass of red Italian wine looking into Pioter Blat's eyes.

"He is the cashier for our operations."

"I heard your Lublin flight was great?"

"My friends, he was the one to arrange it for us to fly over here to finish the job." He did replied to both questions of Dr Fujimaru and Girts Bosu.

"I knew they had henchmen waiting for us outside." Nigerian Bot spoke with Somali pirates.

"We are not henchmen." Nigerian Cheslov took another bite off roasted honey steak the juices off a good piece you can smell the seasoning it waters your mouth.

"You are Nigerian too?"

"Yes I am. I am Lithuanian Nigerian working for Stefan's taxi business."

"How are you with my friend?"

"He speaks no English besides ok. We make a lot of great money and have safe journeys together. We recently completed two successful taxi business projects in Washington and Hague." Nigerian Cheslov made a reply to his fellow countryman Nigerian Bot.

"What is your name?"

"I am Bot."

"I am Cheslov."

They both shake hands and the Somali pirate is overseeing their conversation Stefan not paying attention to them continues his steak.

Magnum Mage stands up and points his finger to a watch. "We are leaving. We have to report tomorrow."

"We are going out for a drink. Our Oyabun ordered us tonight to a venue and a few bars where we could relax. He told us to look after you."

"We are ok with nomikai. I think we will appreciate a few more hours with you in Poland."

Simon looks at Lord Ignacius and pours a glass in his mouth. "No more walking around past the time we get drunk. OK?"

"I think I will carry you back home tonight. Simon."

Magnum Mage takes his black coat off his chair and they can see a silver revolver with a dark walnut handle branded in the shape of a kamon crest.

The Black sheep skin leather had two yellow stars on the gun's holster. "Let's go. I am ready for tonight."

"I am looking forward to polishing these bottles."

"I told you Simon I will carry you back home."

"Simon. I think you can leave your refrigerator aside and let the big guys buy you a drink tonight." Pioter Blat is pointing his way to the exit politely past Yakuza to outside the business class vehicles waiting for them outside.

Stefan is the first one to stand up and takes his table cloth under his neck to wipe his mouth he leaves first out.

He is holding a deer antler hunting blade in his leather pouch in back of his belt. Stefan felt like checking the perimeter first back to his post.

Nigerians not paying attention continue to finish their table off they leave last talking away enjoying like long lost cousins clearing their teeth off with the tooth picks.

"Have you ever heard of open and lustful war soldiers of Gedvilas possy battalions?"

"No Simon and I would not like to hear your police stories."

"Lord Ignacius, you should have served as a role model with me."

"I think we're ok now with yakuza."

"Thank you Lord Ignacius." They walk out in the light of street light bulbs.

"What are they on about?"

"Girts Bosu you do not listen to Lithuanian news. They are bad for your ears."

"Lithuanian news better not start fires in Japan."

"I know Girts Bosu."

"Kudo Lithuanian news."

Magnum Mage and Girts Bosu took a seat in squeaking fresh leather polish seats and lemon filled the air of a second vehicle to follow Dr Fujimaru.

Their journey past night venues and bars was booked for them from Sapporo.

Their local scout Ernest Jones led the way driving Dr Fujimaru's vehicle. "It is good working for Pioter Blat in Poland." His foot slowly let the clutch go to their colon to move.

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Ernest Jones was smoking his cigarette and having a fresh night air in thinking and hoping his job as an informer to NATO and Yakuza was done.

Simon Says is standing in a street corner outside a night venue bar and was searched for narcotics. "My friend, do you have amber or are you looking for one?"

"I am waiting for petrol." A former Lithuanian Police officer forces his punch on a Polish officer on patrol. "I am a fire starter. You come over here."

Simon Says raises his fists with the last officer the time he is reaching for the radio.

One punch in the face.

One jab in his neck.

One punch in his shoulder.

"Kurva."

Simon Says raises his knee to measure the distance.

His knee steps on the floor.

One punch straight, he blocks his elbows.

One punch straight, he blocks his elbows.

The final blow jab below his elbows breaking his ribs.

Simon picks both radios and walks away, smoking and throws them in the bin nearby. Our NATO heroes were drinking nearby enjoying Polish hospitality with the Yakuza.

Ernest Jones looks at Lord Ignacius not knowing him and starts a conversation.

"Have you seen the flaming Polish Dragon?"

"No." He continues to wave. Simon continues to walk holding his head low, his arms in his pockets.

"Have you been to the Polish local stronghold Lublin?"

"We landed there."

"You must have seen trinity Gothic architecture?" Ernest Jones takes one more white cigarette and lights it.

"I didn't have much time sightseeing. We were busy finishing off the project for our tickets to Thailand."

"How about we go in and have a full Polish garlic bread. It is like pizza. I can take you tomorrow to Cracow Gate."

"I think it should be fine. I am waiting for him." They both take a look.

"Have you heard of the old town stone curse?"

"I prefer not to."

"The death on the side of the road in walking street."

"I prefer Simon not to die walking towards us."

"He will be fine."

"I love the tall buildings in Warsaw. It makes me think I am in a New York love movie of romantic leaves filled in a park."

"I know."

"I think Lublin is a square. The windows, doors and shapes are square."

"Yes it is the grey city and the Grey monument is the union of Lublin."

"Dva piva medowa." Lord Ignacius asks the waiter passing in the bar.

"Da." Waiter replies approving he will bring two white beers for them outside the entrance tables.

"Yes it is a Polish pride of rebuilding post world war two." Ernest Jones extinguishes his smoke.

"I think whole metro in Warsaw so big it could be a bomb shelter like London."

"I am not sure about the tunnels but they kept a post communism architectural vibe and they have red trams, monk statues, grey gardens near the river with the moss and white buildings with the tiles. The city center clock. The clock square buildings remind me of Amsterdam."

"I think Ernest you are mixing something up."

"I am just in general enjoying Poland."

"I have seen from the car a witches statue on the top of the church."

"It reminds me of a good Amsterdam brothel the very next street corner I just took a piss." Simon walks up and sees a waiter with white beer he takes one and pours in to cool off.

The doors open wider, unable to shut and they leave, seeing Simon Says polish the last drops of his jar empty, crushing his bleeding knuckles in the glass.

"I had a light bulb moment, we have to move." Magnum Mage leaves with Pioter Blat in a hurry with Lithuanian Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov. "Let's pack our bags and move out. Dr Fujimaru was kind enough to lend us one of his vehicles."

Pioter Blat pressed towards a colon shape of parked identical black business class vehicles and one light beeped.

"I am happy enough to leave the area." Simon continues to walk with his teammates.

"We will stay in a European Hotel." Our captain Magnum Mage told Stefan and Cheslov to meet them from Warsaw to Lublin.

All our NATO heroes were able to see friendly passers by.

Two parties separated their ways for a few hours and Lord Ignacius speaks. "I heard they have a great architecture with the sword in the statue in naked body."

"We have no time for swords in naked bodies. We have a code red." Magnum Mage straps his seat belt.

"What is code red?"

"It means Lord Ignacius you will get to stab a sword of hydrogen bomb in Draculas statue outside Bucharest." Pioter Blat sits back relaxing from long hours of drinking with Yakuza.

"What happened?"

"We have an outbreak of biological warfare." Pioter Blat closes his eyes.

"Ta phoned us. That's what is happening." Simon Says hoping not to play any mind games further focuses.