The Butchers Balls

Stefan and Cheslov were happy waiting for the Sakon Nakhon police force to ambush the holiday villa. 

"I think the Bangladesh boxing team are poking their nose in Miss Sarka's business." 

"Ok." Lithuanian Stefan two fingers in a round circle says it all. 

"No no and no; you just do not go. You will cut her guts out like you did with Miss Bider and Bangladesh stars will not enjoy her naked in the swimming pool." Nigerian Cheslov got a hold on his work colleague's hand in a black business class vehicle. Their taxi. 

"Ok." Lithuanian Stefan made his response clear in his only English words. 

Our NATO heroes never knew the truth; they had another thing coming on their way.

The news reported heavy traffic from Bangkok to Pattaya. It was a traffic collision and vehicles were on fire. 

"Those losers should learn by now." 

Aurora Maris closes his black window in a black limousine with his wife holding on to his thick arm wearing a gold chain.

The Indonesian commando was lucky his vehicle was ahead of traffic and stopped to see the carnage left behind. "You are the hottest man ever, we will have our child tonight." 

The fashion model spoke with her long legs. 

"The Seoul, Kuala Lumpur and Singapore business escort is gone." The head of security spoke his words before the window shut to make his last calls as the vehicle drove off.

It was a hot afternoon on the highway from Bangkok. One vehicle pressed the brake pedal for one escort limousine to move the lane. 

The four vehicle escorts learned a hot lesson. They felt the humid climate in the seats. The fingertips loading steel in had a moisture of sweat. 

They were looking ahead. The headache and the electric pain flowing tension was a stroke under the sun. Their eyelids black. 

The Seoul team felt the stroke. They learned why you wear a seat belt. 

A pile of cedarwood tumble on the road from a passing truck, cracking open bulletproof business vehicles like a kitchen knife opens a pile of tuna tin. 

"One got them."

"Two got them." The braking vehicle hits the brakes for a vehicle from carnage to jam in the classic four tone American vehicle. 

"One got them." The truck smashes in the fourth vehicle on the road. The Singapore escort flips over to the side.

"Two got them." The driver walks out.

"One copy that." The cargo truck drives off.

"I show them who is guilty when you hit the back of the vehicle." The driver walks to each open and broken vehicle and fires automatic gun fire changing his cartridge per vehicle.

"Here is Seoul." The hands slide the fire as the sound of dropping coins fills the silence.

Their blurred eyes can see the footsteps. "Here is Kuala Lumpur." His feet kick further, sticking metal open. The driver's hand is jammed. "It was nothing." He spoke his words to himself. 

The sound of a mechanic engine fills the air with burst and gust. It feels like sitting by the sewing machine.

But the bodies were clipped by the dead to be binded. 

"It is Singapore." He takes one step back and opens fire on the door handle. His hand throws a grenade. His hand turned and twisted this bottle cap. He pours the drink. 

The flames lifting up. He walks away. 

The lonely Samaritan assailant. His yellow t-shirt from a charity shop and black trousers feeling the gust of the wind on a shining day.

The shoes' polish made its way the reflection of sunshine above their heads. They saw him coming in the face mask. 

Their tired eyes knew they were finished. "Boss, the job is done." He overflows a cheap lighter in high gas and throws it on top of a flipped vehicle. 

His walk left past the white and black barrier and the small Japanese cargo truck stopped to have him onboard. 

Our Indonesian Commando killed men and women in their vehicles at their last show venue. 

"It was dumb to bring fashion chicks with them. They barely held their guns. It would be far easier to hold them in their beds with their guns. It must be only to show the live proof how they would kill those NATO guys causing problems for businesses." 

Those poor account managers of their nations learned their lesson. The assailant's mind spoke before he left the docks. 

"Maybe only our children will know the truth." He steps in the truck cabin. 

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Our NATO heroes were watching Lucinda Sarka screaming her mouth open. One Bangladesh boxing team hero plays with her in a swimming pool.

He picks up her yellow and violet dreadlocks and pushes in her black underwear in her mouth. "Hahaha it was our present from your luggage?" Abdullah asks questions. 

"Here is for you corrupt Lithuanian political elite willing to earn from killing children for profit in Thailand." Ali spoke. 

He drowns her head a little to let her know he is in control. The other two guys jump in holding their knees in throwing a water bomb to splash and have some fun.

They hold her arms and legs for Ali to moist and push his tip in. "I will not wear protection because you will not live long enough to become pregnant." 

Lord Ignacius quickly stands up as Simon Says grabs his wrist. "You let our team hold their bonus." 

Our NATO hero; Captain Magnum Mage and Vice General Mark Ta are laughing at the kids playing in the swimming pool.

Latvian SAS brothers are enjoying their snack with local Elephant beer, not paying attention remembering old times before Ban Toya was left for prison. 

Our NATO heroes forgot in two weeks' holiday to buy swimming trunks while wearing NATO brand underwear. 

On his shoulders a white lamb holster holding a silver revolver with a brown walnut burnt kamon crest. It was Magnum Mage. 

Our Vice NATO General made the same mistake and is wearing NATO shorts laughing. "A focking biatch." His eyes watching and looking at her his arms crossed his grey hair. His chest is laughing with a vibrating English accent. 

They never knew what was coming. 

They were relaxing as Lithuanian Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov waited to ambush Sakon Nakhon Police. 

Stefan was told to take Vivaldis and Varske hostage for Lucinda Sarka to have her final revenge.

They never knew the truth that God's plans were unknown.

The 13 travelling monks to walk in past front doors with large tailor needle blades in wooden handles wrapped in tapes to remove fingertips in their monk cloaks and start stabbing every Lucinda Sarka men she had throwing her on pool table and in hate crime the 13 of them surround her dead body stab her each 45 times.

Aurora Maris planned to finish his security job in Thailand before he flew back with their funds. The Indonesian commando left for Jakarta from Bangkok Airport, happy enough he completed his job. 

^.^

But when they were on their flight from Bangkok Central Airport the news broke out that their five floors airport gates collapsed.

The view of silver smoke filling their screens, the shards moving to the sides of distant tourists capturing images on his mobile.

"You look, Lord Ignacius. They told me spotting planes is their national security crime. Thai placed four people in the prison just for looking at them."

"Yeah." Lord Ignacius chewing an omelette cleaned his lips. "I heard Myanmar miners were not happy. They closed for business Thai Conglomerates, Spies and Mafia center for tourism." 

"Yes they might lose their tourists and billions of US dollars." Magnum Mage lips speak behind blank. 

"We didn't gamble our futures away and at least we are on our flight to Los Angeles." Lord Ignacius felt love through his stomach. 

"I have one more drink." Simon Says heart had to be at ease. It was before the other news broke out on Big Black Cock Television channel.

"The King of Thailand, our King Ram was assassinated by thirteen travelling monks on his Temple stairs before national television. They walked to him in his Royal Family ceremony and pulled out large meat daggers for cooking out of their robes before they started their job…" The TV narrator's voice spoke.

"I think the TV presenter said they butchered him for his six sexual desires like Lithuanian Lucinda Sarka for killing those 45 children." Simon Says pours one more drink in a toast for justice. 

"Yes she made them smuggle narcotics, enjoyed them for sex and sold their organs, this hybrid daughter of Lithuanian President and Logistics Mogul super elite rich family daughter desired. We enjoyed watching her. I am telling you I was able to see joy in her hazel eyes, her blonde and purple blue dreadlocks locked back in her tight neck backwards watching us how Bangladesh boxing team four in our swimming pool bloodbath held her the fifth was taking her in. Her skirt was not a problem…" Lord Ignacius' saliva dripped from his memories and skipped through the view of how five men massaged her with their fingers under her birthday suit. The fingers slid under her black swimwear sliding in. Her eyes slid back gasping for more like they were exorcised from satanic possession; it was her joy to set her angel free. 

They held her back lifted in the presidential suit swimming pool, her eyes watching her, seeing how much she wanted her pure evil. She knew our Swedish sniper assassinated her Prosecutor Karoblis Karoblis on his way to have lunch.

Our NATO heroes were now on our way to meet him in a cheap Los Angeles Compton Motel to plan our strategic "Storm" operation to save El Paso from the Columbia drug cartel. They held him hostage. 

"The bold stripper with the beard. I think Gintautas Nauseda with a metal plate on his head one loose screw psychopath got away." Lord Ignacius shut his TV. It nearly ruined his lunch. 

"I wonder where he will be." Simon Says continued seeing his in flight screen. 

They relieved their memories from Thailand in their flight.

"You heard we have our own Finnish Commando to assist us in jungles?" Magnum Mage lifts his head off his pillow near the window.

"Who is he?" Lord Ignacius throws his napkin after his meal. 

"Eric Emerson." 

King Ram is murdered. Our NATO heroes learn on the flight to Los Angeles. The 13 travelling monks continuously are stabbing the King of Thailand and his royal family on the ambush on the temple stairs like he is a caligula servant. 

But their memories are brought back to the moment a police vehicle approached their holiday villa.

Stefan pulls his deer antler knife out and Nigerian Cheslov is looking for his revolver in his glove compartment to find Valdis Vivaldis and Nerij Varske are pointing their guns on our NATO heroes checkpoint. 

"We knew the scums like you back in the days draw a line across the Europe murdering pile of politicians, gangsters and scientists. You make a way to Washington and have a poor Bider's family buried." They click their hammers on both passengers' windows under the sunshine on Pattaya shore.

"This traffic made me late." Valdis Vivaldis spoke his last words.

"Kind people." They found monks in brown robes, plain feet standing breathing their necks with those words. 

They felt a smile on Stefan's lips. 

He pulled the car boot lever to open the boot. He held a ten kilogram sledge hammer he crippled the King of Thailand after he had cheap motel sex with Lucinda Sarka. 

The monks start stabbing them with meat knives and butchering them. 

In their very moment the Thai police officers paid attention. Monks walk out of bushes and start pulling knives through them.

"Hey what are you doing!" Monk lifts the officer's handgun out to stab him in the ribs. "Kind people…" 

They continue stabbing Thai police in the force. A gunshot alerted our NATO heroes and they dropped Lucinda Sarka like a squeaking doll out of dog's interest out of its mouth. 

Our NATO heroes got tired playing with her and stormed the front yard driveway to see a pile of police officers butchered like leftovers beyond recognition near the butcher's table. 

"We are in good shape like a butcher's dog." Our NATO Vice General laughs. 

Stefan smiles and waves at his NATO heroes in swimming shorts walking out on the ambush.

"It was not definitely Stefan's job." Mark Ta our NATO Vice General made a report point.

They heard a scream. Ban Toya leaves with his cousin's team. 

Igno Bazuka sees Lucinda Sarka's head spread open with her hands nailed to a side of the swimming pool. 

The back of her head skull opened with a sledge hammer. "Where is Stefan's hammer?" Igno Bazuka made his observation clear to his brother Ban Toya.

"Bljat, I think they stole it." 

Igno Bazuka looked with his eyes on the table white cable ropes cut. "Was it not this psycho Gintautas Nauseda who done it?" 

"Bljat, brother I start to think he has his twin brother." Ban Toya lays his assault toy back in his sandbox and is thinking of bringing his shovel and bucket to clean his sand castle. 

Lord Ignacius' dreams come back to him. He cannot partially sleep, his eyes keep opening and his mind is solving this puzzle mosaic from pieces he had in Mad King's Kingdom.

The very memories we read. The story they hold. He wanted to know why. 

He is one of our NATO heroes who enjoyed his lunch and said having his in-flight meal at least he did not gamble his future away like a victim on the news channel thinking he is a travelling samurai eating in every different kitchen throughout his life.

Maybe it was him who did it. The one of aggravated perpetrators who seemed the bloody violence he brought to justice? 

It was him maybe wondering if others will not find out on this flight. There are 14 hours left before they land for their next mission. 

He wanted to know more… It was like a NATO report.