A Pabluda

Simon straps his seat belt. Sakura sets helicopter altitude to raise the engine wings to take off the ground.

"We are sitting by the fire Simon Senpai?!"

"It is only to keep you hot, sensei."

"I think it is to set our hearts on fire after a secret mission going back to Thailand."

"Let's shout out to all the good times crew and see where the wind blows us."

"Ok."

"I am just not happy to see our poor hostage we must bring back to the North is not feeling well."

"Yes he had enough of those Polish War criminals to kidnap him, planning to smuggle him and sell his organs."

"I always feel the best when I finish my cigarette butt in the dead Polish eye."

"Ok Sakura, set us to the sky."

The propeller wings are blowing black smoke to the sides, taking Seoul Chief prosecutor's helicopter off the ground. Sakura has complex wing control already losing power to the altitude.

Magnum Mage kicks a dead office suit body off his helicopter.

"I am sorry we do not need you here. You are here to soil our seats. Thank you for the ride."

They tilt their nose forward, setting coordinates across the border, but they forgot about dangers awaiting in the demilitarized zone.

When the helicopter was on fire Simon Says heard a radio signal in Hangul.

"We are asking you to turn around. You are in an unauthorized flight across military airspace."

"I am not your brother."

"You have 5 minutes before we stop warning your flight path to correct its destination."

Simon drops his headpieces and shouts to his teammates.

"Fock this Hangul, I never learned it in school. Sakura, you pass the flight control to Captain Magnum Mage."

"What happened?!"

"I cannot hear a thing in loud cabin noise!?"

"Let's grab flare guns and prepare to roll the dice like we are in Macau."

They open both sides of helicopter doors and point their emergency flare pistols waiting for ground earth missiles sounds approaching heat seeking their prosecutor's helicopter on fire streaming black smoke across Korean Peninsula skies.

Our heroes covered the sky in black clouds. They were on a journey.

***

When Simon left the police prison cell. He sat on a chair. He took his back to pure naked skin, showing his muscles.

His memories took him back thinking about the moment it was hard to forget.

He thought to himself in that airplane.

Simon was thinking if his fellow officers sold him they could profit from him in prison but the moment he left it was a bright sky.

The naked back was pure muscle shaped in pulling up his body.

The training before his time would pass for punishment for the crime he never did was great.

The room he sat had windows pointing south allowing most afternoon sun to come in through the window letting in a fresh air breeze.

"You bring me tea, and I have these demon tattoos on my back raising hell."

He was looking for his mobile phone, knowing the time it was.

It was a text message he was sending to a lonely woman he was eager to meet.

A woman from Belarus feltl joy later she learned he was free from steel bars covering his fists.

"I am on my way to your home in Birzu street." He wrote, thinking to himself.

"I love this asylum whore hiding in a mist of city workers."

He saved her number in his mobile screen contact written MILF.

He drank his tea and rubbed his crotch for sitting too long on the stool, feeling hungry as he left to have his late meal.

He rang a doorbell in a historical building and gates opened, leading him across the court to inner stairs.

Simon walks a couple more steps to the second floor corner flat, feeling his back itching and warm sunlight in the hot summer breeze.

She was waiting for him, smoking cigarettes near the kitchen window, looking outside in a half open satin dress. The colour was red, and she had nothing underneath.

He came closer to see the doors open, and the smell of fresh coffee made him walk in.

Simon walks in and smiles with a tired smile. After those years, he never heard from her.

"It was long before I saw you smoking like that."

It was a romance affair at midday.

"You know our politics. It is a pile of shit. I just want you to love me."

"I love you now."

He lifts her off the chair, sitting her on the lunch table, letting her butt cheeks sit on it.

He spreads her legs to see her, not letting her finish her cigarette.

"I can see you look great. I love you the way you are."

He rubs two wet fingers under her.

She looks him in the eye. He smiles with his gold teeth.

She rubs his bald head. "Your head is bald like you're thinking, Simon. I will take you today."

She pulls him on his black belt, willing to open his blue jeans. Her hand came across his oriental shirt, feeling his hard chest.

He seizes initiative and twists her round and takes her dress up.

They both look at each other in image, outside reflection, looking out at Birzu street, watching how passersby are walking.

He slides his hand closer to her breast, her nipples spreading tighter between his fingers.

He slides in her back to her sides and they look outside together.

She pushes her naked body closer to his black leather belt.

He helps her slide him lower to help him inside her.

"I like it slow."

He can feel her chest breathing, her love beating inside her.

Her cigarette burning makes her inhale another smoke filling her lungs up, exhaling in the air of tobacco and coffee smell.

He completes his mission, tilting Belarusian refugee's hair.

It was years before he was away in a cold cell.

Police officers' prison did not make him any different.

His back is feeling better after five hours of needle work. He stretched a little outside her.

She was pulling him in willing for more of him in her.

Simon knew it would be a story to remember one day to tell.

He stands up, pulling out his love, letting her shoulders relax and her legs stand straight from him.

She wants him a little more than before when checks lower herself to see if he is coming out, looks behind to see him naked.

It felt intense, the breathing the moment she walked to her bedroom door and opened up, letting him follow her.

He did not refuse her.

*.*

When Simon day dreaming did stop from a moment they made a joke about sex.

He knew before they completed the flight they will start a mission in hell.

"Yes, I know you guys agree about something to joke with."

"I understand after our trauma we should refocus to trace and find illegal weapons dealers."

"Simon, you know I can trust you."

"I find and toast them like no others. You know we are Northern European mind games."

"I hope I will get these noodles toasted for them like we did in Osaka and no Bank of Hokkaido will send killers to look for us."

"We talk well about our sponsors later when we clear our mission and propose my two school friends' proposal to Black Friday organisation."

"I just hate war sponsors. We have to skydive on fire and run away like we are the criminals here."

"The organization is powerful enough to keep us paid."

The massacre and craze horror in the Seoul war operation runs memories to discover the situation about Adam Young project.

"We provide safe extraction once the package is secure and we are heading home."

But they had the face of adversity from corruption in the peninsula, sustaining truth in lies.

Two school friends felt weakness from combat operations in themselves to find hope they could continue to kill and earn their living.

The deployment and briefing was not on the way to Thailand, from where the group took a commercial flight with new allies to the place of the unknown.

They left the hospital and we're transported in military escort to the nearest NATO island on the shores of Japan.

They had been waiting for the brave trio and prepared them fast-track tickets out back on a mission.

Since the potential leak, the commander Mark Ta had no choice but to act in the face of danger to send his teammates and prevent another outbreak of violence on European soil.

Mark Ta had wished them he was in his thoughts with them.

"I think gunfire gives a brilliant light in those dark moments."

"Welcome to the stick man project."

The commanding officer salutes his Chief Commander.

"At ease, soldiers."

Lord Ignacius hands are shaking from combat experience and physical body exhaustion in multiple injuries.

"I hate those local Lithuanian government whores always shielding behind their always per se."

"What are you talking about Lord Ignacius?"

"I think I lost my mind."

"Ignacius had the most damage in the medical report, sir."

"I know the commander but our NATO mission is to assassinate."

"He has a post-combat stress problem."

Mark Ta takes a close look looking in Lord Ignacius eyes to see how he responds to him.

"We all know you are here because your captain sent a distress signal."

"Yes, we work under the covers of darkness imitating criminals."

"You know our silent captain from our school made them pay for it."

"I think we had a violent mission to prevent nuclear winter."

"You are wrong, private."

"What?!"

Mark Ta knew his officer was not in great shape but he was satisfied he was breathing and standing straight to the next flight.

"I learned Simon lost his job in a fake bribery case because they would fill their pockets and leave evidence to set him up like bait."

"Then what?"

Simon iris took a closer look at his NATO Chief Commander.

"I learned from the local team in command, corruption is above the law in the case of a lack of evidence. I sent couple commandos to murder them in their sleeps in robbery case gone south."

"I think it was a clever idea, but I am sad my country rejected me."

"They made me be a noodle chef in a foreign country, only earning enough to afford the same noodles back from my paycheck."

"I think there is no one to blame for this."

"We will talk about it later. We have to focus our planning and see the files before NATO SS Spartacus will land in Salzburg coordinates."

Chief made a solute they left thinking they made a great team in black site from nothing but a couple criminals on the run from law.

He sent a rapport to their Captain Mage to have Lord Ignacius under closer surveillance monitor his mind to avoid pitfalls in the next field operation.

***

Therefore, the elite squad left for an important task.

They found in envelope couple Latvian passports and UN detective licenses issued for 55CIIA agency.

"Great! We are Latvians now."

"How long before we have our access code names?"

"I will have them ready on the ground."

Our heroes, yet with no codenames, left for their mission talkative and taking time to recharge.

"I never supported bidding in pachinko missions but we are on another flight."

"I miss our Tamagochi Tools."

"I know you forgot about our SS Spartacus."

"I am never afraid of work and it is our right to kill."

"I think they have more rights in parliaments than us."

"Yes, our unit regrets to announce that you can get rid of the white collar Hausen Fricken Satanic Pachinko."

"I know Captain, it is white lie you tell us from the day we met in school."

"No, we are sending them to the Polish paradise in dead eye balls."

"You stop joking, my ribs are in pain from the last disaster."

"You think so, it is enough of a joke about our paycheck."

"We must find the source."

"We got that captain Mage."

"I love to fuck when I am back. I love those Russian refugee girls."

"Yes, the runaways from home speak for themselves."

"You only choose peach or cherry filling."

"Lord Ignacius, you know our Lithuanian telepathic propaganda in Russian."

"It must be our telemarketing neo feudalism."

"Yes, we are sex slaves of information disinformation."

"We are like psychics but much better with our Moby Dicks out."

"We know only where to stick our stick when our Lithuanian TV tells us, fuck those refugees, they are lonely."

"I told you we speak from problems, we have to fock perspective."

"What do you want us to do about these girls?"

"Let's focus, we have a mission plan."

"You know better than us."

"I know we were in a coma the whole week and we are asylum hospital look-alikes."

"You can refocus back on the mission plan."

"You love this little misinformation."

"I love to play my FIFA when I'm home."

"You love you to work and kill to earn your living."

"I will continue to dream about our palm trees in Thailand we changed flight plans from."

Simon closed his eyes and took a break before the team briefing started he felt relaxed.

"It is not my fault they hit our helicopter with a ground earth heat-seeking missile when our engine was on fire."

"Yes Magnum, a week in a Korean nurse's hospital was a great way to recover."

Simon was hearing his teammates speak and he was unable to sleep.

"We have a new muscle waiting for us at the checkpoint. His name is Pioter Blat. He is a skilled spy from negotiating espionage to assassinations."

"You think he will be a great asset to our team."

"I think he just finished taping some sort of presidential office depravities. He will lead an intelligence operation on our side. I have a hunch he can discover the weapon's dealership origin."

"What type of parasites are we talking about?"

"We have privateers arming the highest bidders to pay them to make biological warfare weapons to cause mass hysteria."

"What type of weapon is it?"

"It is mass destruction."

"I know mass hysteria is a single delusional belief in large groups."

"Lord Ignacius, I am not talking about dark mind social psychology manipulation."

"I am considering a chemical attack to cause a virus."

"I want to go back to Thailand."

"Lord Ignacius, stay calm if we stop it. We will visit our white sand beaches as many times as we like."

"Why do they pay for it?"

"It is a specific organisation targeting a market selling competitors' economies. I am not a scientist, and I am ordered to trace and murder them."

"I agree with you. We should murder those parasites before their wishful eggs will hatch."

"We have checks to see in the Prague military warehouse. We continue further checks in Vienna, in case we are slow with our sniffer dog, Pioter Blat."

"I hope he will find and cut their throats out. It is what low rented cut throats are for."

"We must complete our NATO project before we become a single crippled stick man from those infections we will find."

"I love Pioter Blat. I think he will poison them with their own shat before they will know about it."

"We are here to do our jobs. I think with Simon's skills, we will have him filling in with slugs before Pioter Blat will know about it."

"No."

"I knew you were not asleep."

He lifts one eyelid to look at them.

"Let's go through data analysis before we will land in five more hours."

"I miss Sakura."

"I will give you her dojo number and later you will contact her family."

"We are like in exams."

"The first question establishes the examiner's intentions, therefore never enter like a belief you knew before you had a question about my dojo of thought."

"I will give you an exam."

"What exam Lord Ignacius?"

"There were hippies. They got eaten by satanists and they converted to police."

"Shut up or I will convert you, too."

"I have great news, your application is in process for Black Friday."