Killa Covida Polish

The oval office massacre was done to enjoy their culture for our NATO heroes in Poland.

They made plans to finally relax from problems and work hazards in the elite NATO unit Black Friday Organisation.

Lord Ignacius speaks about a strange dream he had in his dream, looking to hire actors to act in his dream.

"I'm looking forward to finishing off the president's wife."

"My friend, you are more than ready." Pioter Blat attached his shoulder pad insignia on his shoulder to the elite Polish rapid response and crisis management unit.

"We are now an emergency response unit." Simon Says inspected his firearm he loaded in.

"When Yakuza arrive and they call for backup we will be their backup." Magnum Mage started green military French made transporter parked closer for their ambush.

"They are crazy. I think the Polish oval office president is all day stroking behind his table and counting corrupt money he made from biological warfare while his wife is spread open in bad ass garrisons." Lord Ignacius brushes his crotch zipper up and down and blinks Simon Says. They both start laughing.

"I know those clowns in the office. They are good for nothing." Simon hears the start of the engine and under the street lamps in central Warsaw alley their green van starts to move turns on the lamps.

The sounds of sirens are a little to be heard. Our NATO heroes radio is creaking in Polish and they do not listen allowing Captain Mage and First Intelligence Officer Blat Navigate the streets.

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"They are terrorists!" A Polish security guard screams over the radio.

Girts Bosu had just finished punching his face on the floor intentionally leaving only one eye black.

"He looks more like a Somali pirate now." Our Somali Pirates and one Nigerian Bot, our IT track and trace guru starts kicking the Oval Palace Guard on the floor.

He could scream for mercy over the radio. It meant to say they are terrorising us. He lost his mind and consciousness.

Girts Bosu and Dr Fujimaru are smoking cigarettes and on live call to their Oyabun Katu Netu in Tokyo.

"Saiko-komon I am back home. You finish the deal well. We are waiting for your well return."

"Arigato." Dr Fujimaru closes 3G mobile.

"Up your motherfocka…" Our Somali Pirates and Nigerian Bot finish kicking the gate guard on the side of the entrance. His dead blond colleague.

They were happy Girts Bosu shot dead first his female colleague in the chest past her staff ID in her shirt rip open.

Her white shirt opened to see her silver matte bra.

"Ok! Stop messing about and go in for our prey and joy. You can do anything you like in possy den. They are your love tools and smoke the rats out!"

Girts Bosu throws his cigarette on the floor and takes off his tie once Dr Fujimaru speaks.

He sits in the back of the presidential escort limousine back in the same leather seat. They drove in with the window broken. Takes one more smoke out to see his job finished.

He blows out. Dr Fujimaru relaxes his neck in a leather jacket to let his bald head feel comfortable.

"They are too much to worry about."

In their entire presidential Palace are screams and gunfire flash from window to window to see.

Dr Fujimaru is enjoying the view and screams to shots meeting silence to enjoy. He kept his eyes closed and is slowly burning the moment in mind.

"I can hear you suckers are coming." He drops his smoke off the broken window sitting near broken glass shives.

The lights and sirens are coming intense. He can see his mind flash before his eyes seeing his Somali Pirates and Nigerian Bot in cream chinos wearing black belt and blue palm tree t-shirt take out the newspapers out their back.

The concealed sashimi blades and a good calibre handgun.

They left to finish their job, lead Girts Bosu in his partially shaved ginger beard and work stress ginger hair. He did look tired.

The black suit in white shirt wrapped his tie in his fist to leave it in his pocket. He took out a folding knife. "Attack!" His hand made a straight forward sign.

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Polish army transporters drop in U-turn shape surrounding a single Yakuza in the Prime Minister's black limousine smoking his cigarette.

They point their assault rifles."Kurva you are fucking done or step out holding your hands up!"

"Kurva be spakoinaij!" Simon Says nerve-wracking mission cannot hold it anymore and points his assault rifle, opening blood out of Polish soldiers head under his helmet in ear shot.

The blood fountain does water his teammates, they open gunfire and backup arrives.

When Somali Pirates drags our open President's wife holding her hair her red skirt open. Nigerian Bot leaves behind them closing his zipper.

They drop her in front of a black limousine. "What do we do with her?"

"Let the back finish with her." They board their vehicles and make a U-turn to leave. They see soldiers approaching to rescue her.

Our NATO heroes military back up murders president and his sexual wife.

They check the perimeter to see Oval Office staff dead from stab wounds up against the walls and dead shot guards on the stairs to find the President stabbed past the toilet door.

They leave in urgency to escort her out murder scene.

Soldiers take her for a ride in a green military transporter van to show her first care aid kit.

They pump her in the back, the back wheels swaying from what are made of real eastern European men.

Our NATO heroes make love with the first Polish lady. Their green doors are wide open.

"Allow her to dig her own hole." Pioter Blat offers our Captain Mage a good idea while Simon Says and Lord Ignacius are busy working with her.

"Ladies first." Our NATO hero Simon Says offers her his hand to her shovel to help her gain orientation from heavy blood pressure and high temperature of her loving daze.

Lord Ignacius spits on the floor and looks in her eyes, closing his NATO belt. "You dig here."

The love making ritual had finished. They showed her her way. The first Polish lady. True love.

Pioter Blat asks them to hurry, pointing to a wristwatch, his finger pointing from the passenger's seat. "My friends, you should hurry up."

Magnum starts the engine Lord Ignacius' patience breaks and he starts hitting her in the head with the shovel.

He smacks her harder and harder to the floor, her shoulders unable to lift off the floor.

The body drops from blood loss for her trauma in her head. The first lady of Poland is finished.

"I remember one fake black hair biatch from Lithuania, Klaipeda. She ruined my life sucking bald head logistics losers head!"

Lord Ignacius spits on her former blond skull covered in red and digs black soil on her asking Simon for help.

He opened his zip and urinated inside. "I every time after a good sex forget to urinate not matter how much I want it."

"Yeah. It should soften the soil." Simon picks up a spare shovel once they are done talking.

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When the holiday is about to start it is a great feeling.

All well for one our NATO unit.

Our heroes steal British nuclear codes from Polish prostitute in exchange for crypto currency USB stick.

They jet off with a stolen British Jaguar fighter jet to nuke Romania.

"Roger that supersonic. I will be there in 30 seconds. The altitude and longitude is clear."

"Cheers mate." Simon finishes his can of drinking before he responds to navigation.

"Thank you operator." Pioter Blat takes supersonic speed to drop off the package in Romanian Dracula castle.

But it is another story.

♤.♡

The holiday season is open and about to begin before they return to fill in mountains of report pages sitting in empty paper waiting for them.

It will never happen and our heroes did not care. They were a Black Friday Organisation.

The secret military formation unit unknown to ranks and public.

Simon Says sits in the Krakow Cafe and cannot see his balls hanging off his shorts in the heat. He is drinking his morning black coffee.

"I am happy about it, our mission is over." He looks straight in Lord Ignacius' eyes and fits his testicle back in his shorts net.

Magnum Mage and Pioter Blat bring full plates of English breakfast.

"My friends, we should eat. We are hungry and not feeling like ourselves." Blat places plates of selection serving to his teammates.

"I did wonder who was in the black cars?" Lord Ignacius picks up a fork and knife to start his breakfast.

"I think it was Yakuza Pioter Blat spoke about." Magnum Mage speaks in vague dazed speech to portray mosaic club he will not reveal truth.

"I need a fock on the table." Simon waves his hand to a waitress to see her walk away.