Umi Flavour

He loses his chin to the floor.

"Ahhh fock it I tell you why. You killed my best friend that very night."

With those words he loses his grip together and sets his both arms free up in the air.

Mr Gintaro twists his thighs tighter three hundred sixty degrees on the floor picking up the wooden stool.

He swings the force on three medics.

The nurses drop to the floor. His psychiatric doctor's head breaks his neck back off his bone leaving his arms on the table holding a blue ink pen to his medical chart to tick boxes of observation.

They observe the homicide of their doctor and run to the patient handling him. He beat them to it.

Gintaro kicks straight kicks to his right, stopping dead in its strack past the solar plexus nurse drops to its knees, capturing back its oxygen.

He raises his palms to calm the nurse standing on its feet for a second it gazes to his fellow carer on the floor to understand the doctor is dead.

He sees it next.

His body remains straight, arms apart on the papers holding pen, his spine erect straight. The neck backwards, his head looking back detached outside the window.

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro breaks his adam apple with his elbow.

A quick twist of his torso he lands his elbow to the remaining standing nurse's neck breaking the windpipe.

He picks up his neck. The gasping clears his throat off the air he walks back catching on the table.

His straight face walks closer to show power, his evil takes its course. "Thank you." He waves round chainring off the table.

The eyes scan the doctor's suit size and he smiles.

His hands pick up the blue pen and stabs an injured nurse in the ear watching blood pour out twisting his pen. The oxygen deprived the nurse's lungs.

"It is time to dress for the occasion."

He leaves wearing a fresh suit to throw Bangkok's Memorial Hospital keys ring and magnetic key to the bin.

"Yeah it is a fresh suit from a long week."

^.^

The news report made clear a psychologically unstable patient on the run had its first victim picking up the victim's family machete off their garden near the hospital. He chopped the Thai family to pieces. He drove with their pick-up car out of their driveway.

Gintaro adjusts the car seat and steering wheel.

"It fits the journey closer to my goal." He looks closer to his machete in the passenger's seat and smiles.

He took a shower and shaved his bald head, the hot water washes off the blood. Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro fits their clothes on and looks out the window seeing a male and female chopped near their water pond filling blood in a fish pond.

Mr Gintaro laid them to be log pieces on summer deck chairs and decapitated them. Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro cut males head separating centimetres apart.

He was bringing his wife cold coconut drinks in ice. It took one metre walk closer to keep her from screaming.

Their family living room machete had her neck open.

He made himself a coconut drink in the kitchen adding extra ice to have a drink waiting for them to run out of the blood and filling up the fish pond.

Gintautas Gintaro made his way to their organised crime group event. He sniffs in the air sweating when driving.

"I miss this white powder. I must see them soon for them to clear my good name."

His sweating palms grips stronger to a steering wheel, his fluffy toy replacing Karo Machete.

He drives.

His journey with Karo Weapon.

^.^

Our NATO plan to ambush their major portfolio meeting and aim in one assault to kill the culprit.

They never knew he made an escape plan and he was on his way. Gintautas Gintaro alerts them with a Karo machete.

"We have heavy rainfall tonight." Magnum Mage wears a silver shirt and grey linen suit fixing his linen tie to a knot.

Simon was trying on his black coat out of the delivery box our taxi driver brought in.

"We will have a good piece of plastic cloth waiting for you outside in the rain? When you are fine dining inside?"

"Yes we have only invitation for one. You will storm the building ten minutes I pass main gates entrance."

"You will have only cutlery to kill them from within, a fork and knife on the table."

Simon has his tall coat on, trying the gown hood over his face completely covering his face he picks up his SMG rifle with separate cartridge on tape upside down to compliment his rounds of revenge.

"I know." He smiles in a full set office white teeth.

His taxi driver picks him up in a business class vehicle and drives to a venue. They follow in a fresh water supply truck.

Our NATO heroes sit in plastic straps reinforced back waiting for a sound from a cabin to each stop to leave in two.

Marquis Yardi is smoking his kill throat Thai cigarette.

He hears a loud noise from the cabin banging at them. Simon and Lord cover their faces and pick up assault rifles and stand up from empty water canisters.

Lord Ignacius picks up rope to narrow gap to jump from outside they look around, cover their heads and runs off street lamps to a darkness.

Jones Smith slowly pressed the auxiliary pedal further overseeing them from the side mirror to have Marquis Yardi and the Greek Island dropped off ten meters further.

They run across the street to the right.

Roze and Ban Toya jump off to hide on the left. It follows further ten meters between Igurs and Jack to the right.

Our Vice General oversaw his commando unit disappearing into the night.

He signals Jones Smith to drive further past the venue and they can see the concierge taking Magnum Mage name. They park further away listening to the rain drops and turn off the engine and headlights.

"I am Magnus Mage."

"Welcome. I would like to see our invitation business card." He passes a blank black business card.

Seoul, Jakarta, Kuala Lumpur and Singapore sponsored their operations. Our NATO heroes had to face them.

Seoul capital hired a Jakarta office to research crime syndicates, therefore they research Political Tools Group from Lithuania in Kuala Lumpur.

Their operations were planned for blood wars, Lithuanian government crime elite to cut and traffic children's organs.

They had to hire employees to correspond with narcotics trafficking gangs and if need to hire contract killers to silence the victims to witnesses.

Kuala Lumpur and Singapore were not aware their Jakarta office was researching their crimes, committing them together to analyse cases to sell information back to Seoul; they would, under good and respectful rights, sell copyrights and film Korean Drama.

The blood research of Seoul capital and Jakarta office would mix in to soil their hands with kidnapped children's life and their film industry would prosper.

It was financial investment funds and no risk to trace them.

"The Korean "MILF" was right."

Jakarta office escorts spoke between them about the risks management they take to involve themselves with Lithuanian crime syndicate.

"It was better to cut these children's dicks off rather than let them grow up; it would profit her film industry pocket."

Aurora Maris is checking her lipstick on before her night to see their plan to progress further infiltrate.

The Jakarta office was ready to find a generous amount of Won in their bank accounts. The Seoul planning anonymous team of Man ill Yo, Heo Yori (MILF), Cho Yoon and Kim Hero to hide in their tuxedo and pay a trick visit to finalize their plan.

The concierge is seeing Kuala Lumpur escorts and Han Jisung walks out.

Him wearing a silk suit in stripes. His trousers are shorter than his black boots. His short cut hair to limit his hair in his fifties.

Issac Goan walks out to light his cigarette wearing glasses a little more weight he closes his silk suit to fit his tie and with burning smoke in his hands he adjusts his square glasses.

Him in his fifties affording no grey hair. His hair styled and cut a little long allowing wax to form a haircut.

"I will need a bottle of elephant for tonight after a long flight." He inhales his smoke and walks closer to pass his blank business card.

"Yeah, the lounge in the airport was poor for beverages." They both fix their ties under similar tailored single button suits.

The vehicle follows and Wayne Wayang walks out wearing black denim jeans, white trainer shoes and white t-shirt.

On his head is a red baseball cap. Wearing a black leather belt he punched extra holes with an awl he kept in his notebook spine. He was in charge of street operations.