Otaku? Really?!

Their names were Nerij Varske, Gintautas Nauseda, Varpa Hera, Karoblis Hera, Karolina Tumbacka, Valdis Vivaldis and Liucinda Sarka.

They had a reason to die but it was a 13 travelling monk's story about a Samurai in the restaurant.

Our NATO heroes were busy on their holidays. They planned to shoot their butcher's market once and for all therefore a second attempt to murder deemed more delicious than one.

The assault team drives past Sakon Nakhon car park, our Bangladesh heroes holding guns ready.

Their hands holding a grip on a cream leather seat. The window curtains folded. It was for them to exit the back. It was an ambush.

The Jakarta Office planned the security. Jakarta escorts Aurora Maris and Yogi Hartarto.

"I have the venue checked. You my sweet ass wait in our bullet proof. I have you attend after I talk with Sarka. We have an unplanned invitation and would not prefer you to soak in the fish smell."

Yogi Hartarto gently brushes over Maris muscles. His blue golf top and black denim in black crocodile shoes.

Her clothes were not made for tonight and not for a political TV show to cover up Republic of Lithuania involvement in mass child murder.

He walks away and asks the driver to see her in. She would fix her lipstick. It would not take her long to escort her to the appropriate venue.

He walks across the car park, lights his cigarette and looks forward to the night market in the distance he walks to throw a cigarette under the guards feet not looking them in the eyes.

Two men in AK-300XZ assault rifles and black tuxedos stand firm letting him pass. He walks past empty tents.

Sarka was annoying enough to work with and her workplace sexual harrasement made him worse he had to guard her gore and spy on her for Seoul Office.

He hoped the film industry would profit from having their manuscripts sealed fast enough he could himself place a bullet in her head and toss her sick TV show within a child graveyard.

The neck closes up. "You know the difference between V and U in a postmortem?"

The hands in leather gloves from the spare net in the tent are strangling Aurora Maris' neck, lifting him off his feet.

The distraction was sudden.

The Latvian SAS and Scotland Yard followed, stopping to set a second aim and fire range to kill children organ traffickers.

The view from Maris stand point was spectacular. The victim and a killer can see two vans burst in past the stools tilting them over. The drivers walk out on camera, bodyguards and the organised crime management crew to scream and open fire in the distance echo.

The abductees run with market staff. They look like villains and Maris can see a guy with a ponytail in his thirties wearing black leather jacket to fit his brown hair and grey denim. Fires a cartridge of handgun to lift his right hand and fire automatic tactical weapon. It was probably SMG.

The killer's hands set loose the rope and a body falls.

"I am walking away from this asshole." Aurora Maris mail blade is sticking out of the assailant's neck, flowing his artery open.

He slumps to his knees seeking for oxygen.

He stops and looks back, lighting a cigarette. "I might stop and enjoy the view." He spoke to himself, his bicep and tricep crushing his sleeves.

Magnum Mage, Mark Ta, Greek Island and Marquis Yardi.

The laughing cats are waiting outside waiting to take no hostages. It was a codename for them to enter a desperate and comical stage of the homicidal operation part.

It is their second attempt to kill the masterminds.

They made many children cry. Simon Says drives tourist truck drives in not caring past the vegetable stools pushing its way forward. Him bursting his headlights to the sides. His hand squeezing the horn.

They see Lucinda Sarka lobbying a fake picture before the BTV TV show how she cares about children and her charity will save the world.

They drive towards them. Simon opens the window and aims his handgun at her. "You die cuntttt." He aims and fires thinking about her. "A whore."

The light bulb fires a lamp above their heads. He drives full gear towards them. Lord Ignacius not taking his sober eyes off her.

He raises a command for Bangladesh boxers to lock and load their weapons ready; they will open gun fire in three to four seconds before they stop to a halt.

Simon Says walks out drivers doors he stopped smashing vegetable stools and parked outside fresh vendors stools of street food.

They stood under a roof as the rain continued to pour. "We had to pick a rainy season to kill those motherfockers and have our holidays!?" He takes out a handgun out behind his black leather jacket and fires his silver handgun aiming at her guards to free her for the main dish. It's Lord Ignacius.

"I fill her filth with this SMG!" He takes off the cotton strap tactical rifle and opens a round of fire.

Simon eyes scans past the dissent in the market and finishes his round of shots to kill hot fuse boxes to earn the black out. "I can see people running fast outside. The one stays, they fight." He ducks to a vehicle reloading one more cartridge not knowing his knee is dropping blood.

The Bangladesh team could open the back of the grey van back door and sneak out between shoppers and market vendors, pushing children away to run forward the exit.

"Those motherfockers will not even know what is coming." Lord continues to drop shells grinding his teeth. "You fockers I have you dead. I am Lithuanian too!"

Simon takes cover under a fallen tabletop taking their time up. "These focking parliamentarians of Lithuania. Those child murderers!"

The Bangladesh team sneaks along running street food vendors with black bin bags concealing their weapons to control the perimeter to fire. They wear jackets and shorts to hide flag vests.

"Gintautas Nauseda you leave with me!" Sarka's black fingernails nail to her beloved wrist.

"Ok. I love great sex when adrenaline has me up." Him scratching his crotch Lithuanian Friday 13th of mind, body and spirit smiles. His bandages almost did wear off. The Swiss steel in his body healed. The cocaine kept his body up.

"Ok. I screw you." Her hands grab and they hide behind the guards in a mist of the security response. They start to fire at each other.

Aurora Maris can see the blackout. He hangs his phone and walks away, throwing cigarettes away, not looking up.

The guards start to shoot each other in the neck causing further chaos within gun fire splashing lights smashing the dark.

Lord Ignacius throws his steel and picks up a blade in his Oni handkerchief. He walks further to grab one reloading assault rifle. He pushes the nozzle away spraying to the others and up damaging the rooftop.

His blade slides out the man's neck and the blood flows over red oni masks. The handkerchief. The pattern.

He slowly waits the moment he breathes in and hits the blade in white shirt punching holes in from the white collar to his chest button kicking the dead meat aside.

The rain pours out damaged sealing his fingertips catches the rain. "Great. The rain will wash his dirt away." Him looking up in the midst of a gun fight lights.

Brothers in arms Jack, Igno Bazuka, Yanis Rose, Igors Ignurs, Ban Toya and Jones Smith they follow to open fire.

The grey transporter stops behind the murder scene in the night market.

Our Riga power unit aims to overpower the guards.

Our NATO SAS stormed the killers on display.

"Bljat Latvian brothers I hope they film a good TV series out of this but not shit Lithuanian drama going round. Their rotten TV studios are poor prostitution pornography nest."

They can hear screams in the dark. They are loud enough between series of assault rifle rounds.

"I am Abdullah Ai, fockers!" He opens fire.

"Abdullah Ai Leika. You should have died long ago, sick Lithuanians!"

"Ain Shams. You sons and daughters of whores!"

"Jazzera Ryt Smoukals. You stinking child murderers!"

"Mustafa Zahid. You focking Asian women rapists!"

Our Bangladesh heroes were introduced to Lithuanian elite.

Lucinda running is thinking it was a bad night for her to show a public face when her live BTV show promotion made an appearance but her corner of lips smiled. She will suck in the middle of the heat to a psychopath and will be a victim in the public eye.

She already dropped a salive the love juice to moisten her serial killer, a stallion tip she kept alive on cocaine to fill her deprived loneliness. They sit in the black business vehicle then driving away her hands softly rubbing his zipper and leaning to him, her smiling in his eyes. The serial killer Gintautas Nauseda drove on looking on the road for a stop.

He left a dead driver behind on the road and he broke his neck from behind. He was able to see a body behind him in his side mirror.

Gintautas Nauseda did not like chaos nor others driving his car. Their escape route changed when her bodyguards started shooting each other.

Pure luck. Aurora Maris walks past the two bodyguards holding AK-300XZ assault rifles. They're dead on the floor. His driver stopped near with a nozzle pointing out his window gap.

He sits breathing in fresh air. The war has begun.