Shikigami Corruption

They look at each other lifting their shoulders. "We are ok my friend."

Bangladesh boxing team for hire arrived for their contract.

"You come down."

Our Bangladesh heroes board their pick-up transport. Simon Says waits for them to jump in he presses auxiliary.

They have an empty gym outside Patong International airport.

They drive outside an empty gym for Simon to find words. "We drove here for a couple hours and let's play a game. My game. Simon Says game."

"We are happy about it my friend."

Lord Ignacius steps outside smoking his cigarette and he falls in love with the native nation. He walks further and opens metal shutters unlocking and lifting each.

Lord taps the bags off the dust, steps outside them, points his hand in the distance to bags and bows.

He is wearing a black denim shorts, white knitted polo shirt with larger loops in the knit. It would conceal his chest and let the air breeze.

His black crocodile belt spoke for itself. About Thailand market and goods for itself. His white and red trainers made a supermarket mark. His white original brand socks. His well cut and trimmed look from his beard to the tip of his hair.

His hands were pointing at old gym bags wrapped in plumbing tape. The five bugs and five pick-up van curtains and windows open.

The shots were fired.

The bags smash to sides each per semi-automatic weapons shots responding to be hit.

Our bags sand splatters and cuts to pieces.

It was before then.

Simon is watching with the Bangladesh boxing team.

He each passes a handgun asking to shoot the punch bags out the van window.

They open fire.

They opened the window, aimed and fired. "You made motherfockers my friends." He speaks to himself seeing them piercing the bags open.

Simon driving he was busy and occupied with uncomfortable silence gravitating the atmosphere Lord Ignacius felt he would not be able to tell the neighbor.

They took the detour from the mountain road and washed off rocks road past the temples, making it impossible to reach the destination on time.

Our Bangladesh team landed before the storm Nori. The news channel made it clear it destroyed the Philippines.

Simon Says thinking to play a Simon Said game. He said. They did it. Him measuring their commitment. They would not have problems aiming and firing live targets no matter their criminal records they hold in the past or on the run from.

He only was testing his team hitmen to see if they would hit the target. He read their records from the files Captain Mage left on the table.

One had a search warrant for harassment, intimidation and armed robbery of an armoured vehicle.

One was expert of human trafficking, abduction and sexual exploitation.

One was charged for absence public exposure with a prostitute. He later was found not guilty.

The other was wanted for a strong of thefts gone to robbery he murdered his victims asleep in their beds. It was his hobby.

The other had a bounty on his head of twenty million bath for escaping asylum and murdering sixteen families to have fun playing hide and seek.

They all had one in common to find a job to become our NATO heroes.

"We shot the bulls balls."

Simon thinks about them and his last vacation in Phuket's Patong Beach.

He knew how Lord Ignacius was fighting Bull of Georgia in Royal Boxing Palace and had their friend El Paso kick Georgia Republic Bull balls off. They wore Mexican wrestler's masks and swore an oath never to tell anyone.

They were wearing spandex suits.

The team had a fateful encounter in Columbia to fight the Narco Cartel. El Paso was undercover for and their air operator Andersson from Iceland had made plans for them to join his fight with a Swedish sniper Vito.

He had only to visit Vilnius to take a shot and continue his flight to California. They would enjoy American Bourbon and see in transit how good cigars are on sale in Columbia smoking local cartels organisation.

The shells stopped dropping out and hammers came to a halt. Lord looks at the punch bags seeing sand pouring out like he would be urinating in the bushes of exotica.

He raises thumbs up.

Simon starts the engine.

"It was a test drive by shooting near our boxing gym drive. You can leave all your former life behind professional boxing and welcome to NATO mission Baltic Battalion Gallows."

"Thank you my friend." One spoke yet them not knowing their names.

"We aim and fire, shrift and key. The Furry and Bible. We kill activists and child murderers here in Thailand Kingdom."

"We fock them good like they would be whores." They spoke, taking apart their handguns in a split second.

"They are from amateurs to professionals." Simon Says felt proud of himself from Police Officer's prison to NATO hero.

They opened fire from fifteen meters range, no one missing. Lord Ignacius picks up their Austrian handguns.

"You did well. Let's shower now and go out to fock real whores tonight."

One spoke. "How about punch pags in the gym?"

"They are dead weight." Lord Ignacius collects pieces of steel in a local shopping bag of a Nine-eleven store.

The convenience shopping store bags were a great way to pack away their death metal steel they had placed for a use.

Simon, Lord and Magnum already had their equipment shipped in case of emergency. They preferred a professional NATO issue weapon to deal with a live threat.

"I better have your name?"

Simon starts the engine to drive closer to let our Lord Ignacius place the metal shutters back on.

"I am Abdullah Al."

"Abdullah Al Leika."

"Ain Shams."

"Jazzera Ryt Smoukals."

"Mustafa Zahid."

"Thank you. We have a chicken grill open by the pool of our presidential number."

"Let's have a great time tonight and we will start sparring tomorrow." They never knew they would go on the mission tonight Lord Ignacius words were spoken.

Our Captain Magnum Mage and NATO Vice General Mark Ta had plans for his NATO Commandos.

He made party groups for ABC.

A group was SAS and Scotland Yard.

B Group was Lord, Simon and the Bangladesh boxing team.

C group was a commanding commando unit with Mark himself, Magnum, Greek Island, Marquis Yardi and Jack.

They did assume to start a gun fight in a night market hoping to kill the strongest obstacle to kill a political lobbyist and organ trafficker Lucinda Sarka.

"We know the whore will appear there to pick up her freshly smuggled livestock."

Simon spoke and blinked his eyes to his team from Bangladesh while Lord Ignacius was speaking about his juicy chicken grilling methods and his experience in Japan working as a noodle chef.

"I have a couple years of experience cooking noodles meals in Osaka."

"How do you make them so good with eggs?" Abdullah Al had a question to keep where his mouth is.

"I will show you one day how I made it in Hiroshima if you keep on reminding me." He smiles.

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Gintautas Nauseda and Lucinda Sarka juicy details had her regular seduction to empower their employees' dreams and aspirations to raise their spirits high.

Lucinda Sarka only wanted to enjoy great sex and a bone stimulus around her tight spot from stress and feed it inside she would not feel hungry tonight seeing her beloved children in a night market.

The food they served there was great and she always shared the last supper with her subjects.

Her mind likes to look cheap. Her legs spread up in Gintautas Nauseda arms lifting her in the shower, the water running as he slid in his magic mushroom. The carpenter knows how to smash the nail in.

The sticking nails always must be hammered back in. He enjoyed and smoked her in a steaming shower letting her steam out.

Lucinda only needed a psychopath tonight to be her tool and bodyguard. Without vests he would pick up all excitement and bullets for her with a responsibility he is not wearing a vest. The condom.

His well dry cleaned jacket for tonight's venue was on a hanger in her bedroom next to her drapped black cotton dress to her knees. A shorter cut maxi dress.

Her fur blacksheep coat, her suede grey heels with a fur balls to each leather laces to wrap her legs.

Lucinda Sarka loved to wear real poor animal fur to see her livestock of smuggled children to be organ donors and fill the elephant dong pint.

Her last smile. Her last pinch on the cheek to each child. The honest smile on her black lipstick her wearing black satin underwear each time she had a great sex.

Gintautas Nauseda loved the cocaine they brought in and the sex he is enjoying in her evil seduction. The adrenaline he is entertaining a rich woman who is about to massacre many children. The lives they lose.

He was ok about it.

Gintautas Nauseda's mind flashes back observe thick bare ass and her walking away. He licked his lips smelling wet air in the shower sensing her in-between.

His balls had a heart too on his testicles. It just made a heartbeat.

His memory.

"I love the way you fock me, my little Psycho." Her finger nail scratches along his shaved head, ear to his shoulder blade our Swedish sniper cut a hole through him.

"Oh push me deeper. Oh I love it."

Him looking in her eyes his lips and tooth growling past his beard exhales his psychotic passion for a twisted love romance.

He continues spreading her over. His love juice.

"Oh blat, you are my biatch. You hear me! You are my biatch!" Lucinda Sarka places her palm smacking the back of his psychiatric head to hold on to it; he is sliding further in love making.

He was matting like an uncontrollable animal, the rain out of shower head pouring over them. The six men sized shower.

He had a feeling of love letting it go ten times today to see her fit for tonight's market.

Gintautas Nauseda never knew the Russian Federation was a big sponsor and our NATO heroes were after them.

He never knew Georgia Republic "Bull" Yuri Tilsi is the organ trafficking coordinator in Thailand.

His fiance Miss Pan Narak. A native Thai teacher from Sakhon Nakhon had a pivotal role because the sponsor budget was directed from Moscow to build their financial portfolios.

They had money. His connection was the crucial pivot point in a political family of a rich girl's life from Vilnius.

Our Lucinda Sarka had it all.

It was her tantrum. Her rebellion versus her family and her family trait.

Her love did travel.

The party D Magnum Mage had not yet concealed to his teammates about the 13 travelling monks from Chiang Mai and traveling restaurant Samurai.

They had their purpose and meaning to finish their work.

They will be unable due to the short time on their holidays.

Our NATO heroes were on the mission.

^.^

The assassination of Jakarta escorts Aurora Maris and Yogi Hartarto was in mind of Lucinda Sarka.

Her suspicion of their plans to betray their organ gold mine to competitors were at her heart.

Nerij Varske and Valdis Vivaldis had planned a new security guard Yogi Hartarto will inspect to see up close in the marketplace for her last supper with the children's organ donors.

They never knew our NATO heroes were coming. They made plans too.

It was not a rescue operation.