99 Dead Polished and Me A Bottle of Rum

Magnum Mage parks his car outside the European Hotel and leaves car keys for the concierge.

They went into their penthouse suite and it was booked for a large table for their operations planning.

"I think we have extra comfort."

"Lord Ignacius, you snored enough in our business class on the way here. We are leaving in three hours to Lublin Base. Stefan and Cheslov will be here in one hour with their taxi."

"My friends. I had a great time but it is time we finish the business."

"You make me laugh every time Pioter Blat."

"Simon, you keep your bald head active. You will sit in the fighter jet."

"I did pass the base training but I never thought I would nuke one."

"I think I am not joking." Magnum Mage places his brown coat on the chair holding black cardigan. He rolls the map out for Bucharest, you can see his black leather out ship skin gun holster.

The two NATO yellow stars burnt in the sheepskin and silver revolver dark walnut handle Kamo crest.

"You keep on carrying your kami?"

"It is a Black Friday's NATO Organisations symbol. Welcome to Black Friday."

"Will we have one too? We have been friends since our school."

"Let's keep on focusing on the map or I will have them burnt-out on your butt's."

Piotet Blat rolls his sleeve and shows his crest on his shoulder.

"I can see yours are in ink."

"Yes my friend and we all have different ones to show our faces in oni kami."

Simon finally agrees to join the map and have his early morning coffee to see the strategic planning for his morning flight plan.

They hear a knock on the door. "My friends you ate here!" Pioter Blat welcomed Lithuanian Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov from a distance.

Stefan walks in holding his leather bag never to be known why he carries with him all the time. He walks in a curved bent manner from his age of grey hair.

Nigerian Cheslov follows him. "Here is your money my friends. You do not spend it all."

The Intelligence Officer pays off taxi drivers for their final project. "I told you we will get rich." Nigerian Cheslov rubs Lithuanian Stefan's shoulder.

"Okay." Stefan takes two bricks of euros in his leather bag and walks away without looking back with Nigerian Cheslov.

"I forgot to tell you Simon mine means Budo."

"Yes yes yes my friend you forgot to call me my friend."

"Welcome to Black Friday." Pioter Blat smiles and taps Simon Says shoulder and hugs both of them.

"My friends you are lucky to have a friend like Magnum Mage or you would not stay alive so far my friends." Pioter Blat stops smiling, they understand his hard shoulders and steel arms hugging them his way.

Lord Ignacius asks a fatal question when Stefan closes doors behind him. "Why Bucharest and flight path?"

"The real culprit dropped a laboratory sample and they spread a weapon we will clean up."

"Is this like a gas attack case or other case they write off?"

"We are not in movies. We will have operator Andersson to work with Ta for press."

"I wonder what they will say?"

"I don't know but we will have time to cool off in Thailand. We will have to see Vito once we are done."

"Who is Vito and Andersson?"

"Andersson is our operator from Iceland and Vito will join us in Los Angeles."

"Is Vito Mexican gangster?"

"No, he is a Swedish sniper to aid us in our next job."

"Why operator in Iceland?"

"We are farming there."

"What?" Simon is already ignoring questions for which Pioter Blat responds to Ignacius.

"You will get to know him over your earpieces."

Lord Ignacius ignores Pioter Blat and joins the map, understanding he will be only able to observe crisis management and rapid response missions.

The last good bye to Lithuanian Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov from the European Hotel was well and our heroes began to operate the field.

"2500 do you copy me?"

"Yes it is your farm."

"I have 1235999 open." Our captain Magnum Mage spoke from the Lublin European Hotel.

"I am your caretaker." Andersson spoke from the Iceland military intelligence office to project the case for their cause.

"Is this Vito?" Simon whispered quietly enough Pioter Blat would not hear them with Lord Ignacius.

"I don't know. They must be busy. I think Vito sounds like an Italian or Mexican gangster."

"Simon, I think your years in police prison made you paranoid." Lord Ignacius elbows his ribs.

"You stay peaceful? My sides hurt from a street fight I had last night."

"I know. I saw your knuckles with a cold beer. I think Vito is Swedish and Andersson is from Iceland."

"Ah ok." Simon smiles with his gold tooth and bald head in an honest smile.

"Who you had trouble with?"

"Only with a few police officers." Simon continues his smile.

^.^

Lithuania Stefan and Nigerian Cheslov journey back to Klaipeda was comfortable driving one border away not thinking they had international flights to Washington and Hague.

They made three successful taxi projects and left home with a new car and a good pay.

It was their duty Dr Henrik from prison order them to assist Pioter Blat job to help him them aid finding culprit hoping to marginalise chemical warfare research business.

They never knew how Dr Henrik knew Pioter Blat nor who was Pioter Blat. They did help our NATO heroes find the truth behind the masterplan to control the world spreading a virus. It would hold the key to save them.

"I am counting it. I am going above twenty thousand euros and I am counting."

"Okay." Stefan approves Cheslov. He is looking in the roads of Poland and heavy trucks passing does wave their one ton car.

It is early hours in the morning and dark forest in the myth makes it harder to see past the headlights. This happens only when you get closer to Lithuania.

They were one hour away to cross the border and Stefan knew the shortcut.

"It is like the best credit we ever had and I am counting." Nigerian Cheslov smells the fresh euro notes on the way home.

He stops counting it and places it in his leather bag to another pile of notes they have.

Stefan has a radio louder and he sings his song of happiness and joy.

"Budo, hey who is that? Budo." Nigerian Cheslov keeps on singing on the way home he falls asleep from the hard work he did for our NATO heroes.

Stefan thought in his mind it was Voodoo or Shamanism his African partner brought pure luck they made it so far.

The money was hard to earn in cases like this. It was hit and run operations and three projects in the row he was happy he kept his white deer antler hunting knife in a silver steel.

It kept him alive for many years and now he was happy going home. He finished his project and has souvenirs to bring home from Washington to his grandchildren.

The times he was younger made a little difference to now.

He grew up and lived in Russia.

Our Nigerian Cheslov and Lithuania Stefan can make money and do projects across the borders that were deemed taboo.

It was when his tokens of food and fluctuating currency did not make much difference to eating meals; it was rationed and dispensed from stores.

He agrees everyone has to work and he continues his taxi career. "Okay." Stefan shifts the gear he is closer to the border post sign.

^.^

The emergency call and nuclear trip to Dracula castle. Their Vice General to learn true villains behind the masterplan.

They had to exterminate a virus in European soil or it would spread like cockroaches.

Oni mask is a symbol of protection of those who believes in the spiritual world was on Simon Says mind on a small sticker on his helmet in jaguar jet delivering hydrogen bomb Lord Ignacius wrote on it.

It's ninety nine dead polished and me a bottle of rum. He wrote on it loading cartridges in fighter jet off Lublin air base.

His best wishes are to say good bye to biological warfare. The virus was spread there from a true Pachinkos laboratory hiding outside Bucharest.

"I think I am chairing this flight." Pioter Blat said for Simon to wait until Magnum Mage cleared his flight in lighting sticks to pick up with the sun in the sky.

Captain Mage waves the stick a little closer for Simon to drive closer to his wing and he releases the flight with a single light twist forward Simon picks up in the sky.

He goes off the floor in the sky, navigating the menu to the flight path and checking the flight engines if they are stable.

Jaguar tilts to the sides wing he could cut in the force of altitude he would pick up the height he levels his flight to open the radio channel.

"One on one I am here."

"I do copy you one on one."

He did remember the mistake they made with Pioter Blat they took off with one engine in repair over Lublin forest. It was a sad story for their SS Spartacus, their first and last flight will always stay in their hearts.

"I will show this Dracula Keep outside Bucharest." Simon is approaching altitude and longitude.

Lord Ignacius was thinking about Somali pirates and Nigerian Bot. He did love the Yakuza's African corps.

"I hope they are well?"

"What Lord Ignacius? I am busy with numbers for Jaguar's flight plan."

"It is ok. I hope Dracula's Keep will meet their fin well."

"My friend! I don't know the fin."

"It is the happy ending."

"I do not think every time it ends well you say the end."

"My friend, Black Friday Organisation, is sending a gift they will never forget. Is it not the truth?"

"Yes Pioter Blat."

"My friend, Black Friday Organisation will always stay in our hearts. Na zdrovia from Poland. The home of Poland, the home of vodka. We will send them a bottle from Lublin." Pioter Blat spoke in Polish asking Lord Ignacius to be peaceful while they drop the bomb.

"Pioter Blat you better keep that bottle under the table when Simon returns."

"Lord Ignacius, I have no time. Jaguar I can see infector." Pioter continues on Jaguar's flight path.

"Thank you operator. I will be there in 30 seconds."

He closes his transmission. "It is like a focking 10 percent sale. Mark Ta made us go on a bloodbath and play gunslingers in the wild west."

Our captain Magnum Mage walks in the control tower of Lublin base.

"Yes and we played enough death metal Pioter Blat, holding a bottle of Polish vodka under the table." Lord Ignacius relaxes his shoulders from a long night of drinking, the left aching muscles group was like a military drill training on the grounds. It was like a comma to a battlle field.

"You keep it aside. Simon should touch down at ten." Magnum Mage takes out black hard drive with a plug. He leans towards the tower window overseeing the airfield horizon, him wearing his flag vest and two lighting sticks clipped to his jeans.

The monitor beeps and Pioter Blat picks up the transmission.

"One on one do you copy?"

"I think I just dropped a massive sword on those statues and I am heading back to Lublin for my vodka." Simon is preparing a shield panel to enter super sonic speed; he completes a radio signal hitting those buttons preparing to depart in seconds from the hydrogen mushroom cloud. It once stood for the illegal research laboratory hoping to spread viruses.

"Yes Simon and the radio signal is over. I am holding your bottle under the table."Pioter looks at the team captain and leaves a set of communications on the monitor desk.

"He will touch the ground, and we need to clear our desks records."Magnum Mage places in drive to clean communications history records.

"How about the black box?" Lord Ignacius speaks sitting on a brown leather couch observing the morning sunshine covering the corners of a black wall behind him.

The air operators tower in Lublin base had a single tower and three hangars of antique fighter jets with one runaway. It was in the middle of the forest with one guard.

"Lord Ignacius, it never had." The tower he sat in was an abandoned building, not a movie picture. The old grey tower with half of its boarded windows in black cartoon sealing it off from one more coming in storm to near future the guard did not pay much attention driving round his dirt truck patrolling on duty.

The steel curved in the ground hangars the bottom made out of stones did make it clear it was an antique building.

Three silver tops were visible off the ground but the tower did not look the same and miniature models made sense from the flight path he dialed coordinator to operate his flight coordinates.

"My friend, welcome to our NATO Black Friday's Organisation."

^.^

Dr Fujimaru and Girts Bosu are reaching Warsaw international airport on tarmac in their business class flight.

"I think they had their Tanabata."

"Lets relax Girts Bosu. The flight back to Hokkaido will take a long time to see Katu Netu."

"He texted me he will see us in Sapporo Yoichi for a bottle of whiskey."

"I think he is writing to us to see us about the next movie he is paying to sponsor for filming."

"We had enough trouble, Girts Bosu, taking back Yamashita's gold. It was like a wara ningyo from Matsudo to set the justice straight."

"Me too Dr Fujimaru I have no pang of conscience when it comes to it."

They both step out of the vehicle.

Girts Bosu sends a text message. "The shinto ushi no taki mairi." He wrote in the text message to shut his phone.

^.^

"Ahhh…I just finished."

"What happened there Simon?" Pioter Blat picks last reception.

"I just inserted a heroin needle in them."

The frail truth of Sakura in the Gravity is a symbol of a strength, the force leads us to gravity and how life diminishes it. It was Simon who thought that he remembered Osaka.

^.^

"I am happy hangure left early."

"Lord Ignacius, I thought they were Yakuza."

"They were businessmen, Lord Ignacius and Simon. Why are you guys happy they left?"

Magnum Mage takes his top and bottoms for a shower displaying NATO brand shorts.

"We completed our mission and will go on holiday to Thailand."

"We need for that to take a great shower." Magnum Mage threw a couple towels out, when in the flight there was a talk.

"I could use onsen."

"Mhmm…" Dr Fujimaru replies with his eyes closed.