Forza Morta

An orphan who despised his father who sent his family out the door on a cold winter night.

He developed to a monster when he grew into adult murdering his friend in Ireland.

Marquis fed from crime from within his lessons of power. He learned to know wrong is to assume they are right.

Life brought him to a new house of path.

The history itself made their choices to an honest place because the past hates those who abuse her nature.

It was a pact of Lithuanians espionage brothers to deliver evil.

"We have money and I love necrophilia. Let's play dead women in their possession."

"Yes, let's spread them once more at it." Diva Adin Pider finishes his electric high smoke.

"I am tired of focking and selling her dirty vagina as spice to this warehouse director's daughter."

They were high on drugs from illicit substances.

When a man well known to them walks a little closer.

The Harugane boss Girts Bosu takes Marquis Sick Motherfocka and Diva Adin Pider, the intelligent relatives, on their backs and flips them backwards to a pavement.

Every time he walks near them he beats them to lose consciousness because they are loose criminals.

He continues punching them on the floor until they reach the rehabilitation room.

Girts Bosu hates espionage relatives from Lithuania.

He is a proper huge boss of a large corporation.

Mr Bosu was standing next to them when they were planning away to scheme another crime.

His broad shoulders and good size beer belly made them learn another lesson. He is a bad person.

They began begging once more for mercy, never stopping them from becoming crippled hospital patients.

He hates rats stealing his cheese. He did what he did because they were happy and laughing.

With masks and slip wires, they raided the accountant's office in the logistics warehouse, stealing a couple of bags of big euro notes.

They now lay on a floor covered in blood in Vienna street to a dark business class limousine pulled over a window.

"Hey Girts, stop beating those rats."

"Yes leader Katu Netu."

Girts Bosu makes a quick bow before he kicks them out of his footpath to his boss' vehicle and spits over their ill bodies turned from his fists.

Their ripped t-shirts thorn to wracks, only well enough to mop dirt off the floor from central Vienna street.

"I am sorry I was late to bow. I was mopping the floor for you to walk on."

"They look more like a piece of shat I can step in."

"Yes boss, do not worry. I have our men force them into the garbage bin. Hey brothers, lift a disgusting sight out of my eyesight!"

He bends twice more to apologize before his business boss drives off to an important meeting, feeling disgusted seeing such a waste of youth.

Two individuals in frozen Vienna were making a call to their comrades, but they were unavailable.

"Nerij Submachine, I judge. They're unavailable. Just leave them be."

"Yes, Aaron King, I realize Marquis made Diva take up necrophilia and is active pushing on dead prostitutes spread open legs."

"I thought he was supplying the Director's daughter high on the spice he sells?"

"Yes, Diva calls these whores Elle's recruits."

"She is not a bad ride. We all know!"

"Yes, you make me laugh."

"They are in love, like Diva is dancing in a club with a cyclop, moving his hand up and down."

"Yes, he is rocking like a gale in the middle of a volcano."

*.*

When they were on the flight, Simon Says had a dream.

It was a demon standing next to him. He was a baby alone in the night in their parents' room. He was looking into his eyes.

It twisted the horns out like deer antlers, it covered the legs in hair.

"In passing violence, it ends well because it never ends."

It spoke to Simon Says.

"We had a brief message from our NATO Vice General: we have to follow the parasites of illegal weapons. I think they call it a syndrome or biological warfare tool. I am not sure. We need a few more nights of good sleep before Korean nurses finish nursing us.

"I can move my feet after a long landing in between those DMZ fences."

"How is Sakura?"

"I do not see guys. My head is throbbing and I have wild dreams. I cannot say, but I woke up first, running out of breath, thinking about my lost father's faith. I think it is fair I had a Grand Duke's nightmare."

"What happened to you?"

"We will talk about it later. I cannot explain now."

"We appreciate your father, but who has to do with us in the hospital bed after a week stuck in a coma?"

"I just felt I saw him and came back hailing us in our dream, him giving us strength."

"We had you wrong, Simon Says. I learned that the crows were hailing you already."

Simon found problems to keep focus from one week in coma.

"He was a great man, but I cannot believe after all those years he woke me up after the bad dream I had."

"I could not speak with oxygen tubes in. We just watched those Korean asses working around us."

"You stop me laughing, Lord Ignacius. I have my lungs in pain."

*.*

"Hey Pioter Blat, I heard about your brother Boris Blat."

"He is just one dead evil."

"You are not feeling sorry for him?"

"I hated him. He was no good crook."

"I had an order handler signal in. You will need to help with the army mission in Vienna."

"Ok, I have no problems. I just finished a surveillance programme monitoring the twisted Baltic's president and his whore house Parliament. I take I will have many stories to tell."

"Ok Pioter Blat. You stop talking to yourself because I am not listening to you just head there on the first flight from the capital."

"Yes, we are like army brothers."

Pioter Blat left his construction site carrying his heavy bag of equipment.

"I figure out those fellows call for me to go to work like they need to sniff cocaine off whores' crack."

***

"Who is this focking Dr Bider?! Let's fock him."

"I figure out I have a spare sperm cocktail for his whole family."

"Let's make sure they enjoy it, Lord Ignacius. You know how I love bent doctors."

When the team left the Salzburg military site, they were thinking about how Pioter Blat gathered intelligence in such a short time.

They felt proud. The NATO Private Security group will meet him.

But first, our NATO member defeats students in a beer drinking championship.

It was like nothing standing next to them, wrote the local Tabloid.

"I think the Korean Daily Bong would write a great column about us in Peninsula."

"Yes, it was a fine jar before we met Pioter Blat."

"I smoke my last cigarette because Austria is a last stronghold keeping Europeans from banned smoking inside and they said they will lock us outside next year."

"I heard his surname somewhere else, but I cannot remember."

"It is just a Déjà vu."

"Let's grab more beers from the fridge."

"We have no fridge."

"I think every shop has my fridge."

"ID Dr Bider suffers from imposter syndrome making us believe his parasites chemical war can defeat us."

"Let's blaze his wife and children."

"Captain, we take a few more hours before we see Pioter Blat catch those war parasites."

"I wait for you here."

Lord Ignacius was following Simon's reveals of social media trends.

He was checking in search engines about Simon Says online post columns to detect his digital footprints and learn what he was thinking to spot him sharing a picture minutes ago taken in a bar with a winning beer jar versus local students union.

"Simon, have you ever won a drinking competition? I know I am younger than you and we went to the same school in Palanga, but did you drink back then?"

"I was a heavy pint lifter."

Simon, meanwhile, on his mobile device, did the same online browsing like Lord Ignacius did.

They used disposable mobile phones, not leaving any legal traces of themselves to their original passports to avoid government scrutiny monitoring them while they are out there to save the world.

"How is Austrian beer?"

"It is not the beer that reminds me of my youth, Lord Ignacius."

"What is it?"

"We can smoke inside."

"I recall we had a school lunch break drink in a cafe near our school building and smoked cigarettes."

"Yes, it was our moment to sit inside in a cold winter and relax, watching how slow it snows from above us, smoking and drinking our black tea."

"We look back how last moment you joined police, and we talked about murder near a military facility took place few days before."

"Yes, it was, and the case closed."

The time they visited their local fridge, Magnum Mage had a courtesy of Pioter Blat.

"How are you, my friend?"

"I am just drinking my beer and enjoying the atmosphere in our union club."

"It is nice to see you. I am Pioter Blat."

They both shake their fists together, letting their veins and blood vessels wide, pump in their grips bloodstream like an author cuts its writer's vein free before a typewriter.

"You have a good set of eyes for a private eye."

"I am here to do my job."

"Welcome to the union bar, brother."

They both give each other a beer hug, laughing in joy, tilting their full checks. It was a metaphor for the start of a great friendship.

"I will have you meet other teammates when they come back from their so-called fridge."

*.*

"Have you heard Guttis with Dr Bider seeded the whole Thai King's harem while he was watching and wanking his staff?"

"I bet he kissed those agents after they became legends?"

"No Thai King should suck it."

"Yes Nerij Submachine, I wonder how long it will take Marquis Motherfocka and Diva Adin Pider to finish taking up necrophilia."

"They might have stuffed their dicks forever."

"I can hear in my mind, oh no! I hope they won't make me pregnant."

"Aaron King, if there is a god. He does not give a shit about you."

He spats on the floor. "Aron, you know I prefer Dutch whores. I can take a crap on them for five euros."

"I see you are a proper assassin."

"Yes, Aaron, my Monarch and you are a submachine shooter."

"How long will it have these two losers with our money submerged in a tired whore's submarine?"

"I think the late tramp is from Poland."

"Nice."

"I had once fucked hobo on triple move. I came inside her, farted and burped at the same time."

"Have you heard the joke about US Dr Bider and his festive merry Christmas party?"

"No."

"You listen to me, Nerij. They cut his balls off and hung them on a Christmas timber near their dirty condoms while sitting on the couch watching the display. They cut his dick off and stab on the tree top mast like a Christmas star. They made his family watch."

"I cannot believe it, Aron, but it was a glorious day for them."

"Maybe they were dreaming, Nerij, but it would be one of those wild parties to talk about while we are waiting for our money."

"Yes I wonder, maybe Diva later took up watching in a peepshow show how a poodle is filling in a China girl?"

"No, I think they are still busy in a graveyard laying in the waste."

"Good, I will wait for them."

"Yes, it is a proper prick call."

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"Our unit is going to do one action and one job only. We will kill Dr Bider's pachinkos."