Finlandia

Our NATO heroes had gathered an intelligence report. 

"These traffickers would be having a round-table talk with the key government officials. Their first move was to infiltrate the Thai Parliament because they knew the traffickers would be meeting with government officials to finalise their deals."

Simon Says was armed with blades and the fiercest of ammunition and of course a great determination to bring an end to the trafficking ring once and for all.

As Lord Ignacius burst into the room, they were met with resistance from the team and NATO allies. A fierce battle ensued.

"Blajt brothers, I am sorry I had a hangover." Ban Toya walks in to join the basement table of video calls from Mark Ta and Jones Smith conference.

They had to leave the Kingdom because our Swedish sniper succeeded in killing the General Prosecutor's Prosecutor for the Republic of Lithuania. 

"We are here at the intelligence farm base seeing escape routes with Andersson to have him brought into Iceland for debriefing." 

"Thanks over and out." Our Captain Magnum Mage closes the screen. "The job was well done."

It took more than twenty-five minutes before they could overcome the resistance but the heroes were undaunted. 

Our Swedish sniper, Fredrick Vito made a clear shot as they planned to advance. 

NATO Vito fought with precision and skill, taking down their enemies one by one.

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The Time on his NATO wristwatch had a synchronised time when the prosecutor was walking to his morning gate square past a German restaurant in the capital city Vilnius, Lithuania.

The stolen military rifle had a great walnut feel on his arm with his original and personal NATO issue scope.

"I am aiming at you motherfocker and I cam see you." 

His fingertip sweat squeezes a little harder to feel the hammer tension in the chamber. 

"I have your brains out on these tourist school children." 

Him one eye closed. Our NATO heroes do his job. 

The cleat shot cut his school open and a piece of a steel filled the coin compartment of the cash till in the German restaurant.

"I think he paid well for Lithuanian elite organ trafficking and mass children's graveside or this dump site we found in Pattaya." 

He walks away from one kilometre car park to board his rental vehicle to leave for his flight in four hours. 

He had to return his piece of tool back to a rightful owner to the city gypsy camp. 

"Thank you." He presses the old man's arm and passes a black linen cloth full of euros.

"I think I left you a ten thousand euros rental fee." 

"Thank you." His vibrating voice lowered his head, squeezing his arm.

Our Vito walks away to board a city rental vehicle he drives away to board his flight back to Iceland.

He has to see Andersson. 

In the end, not all the prosecutors were apprehended by clear scope bullets but the corrupt government officials were brought to justice. 

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The midget among Lucinda Sarka's team, who had played a crucial role in the victory, was hailed as a hero by the people of Thailand. 

Lucinda Sarka awarded him the first night with her in between. 

The midgets' love filled her with warm warmth. 

Her legs were aching and twitching her eyes seeing him in love with her bed. 

"I thank you a fock good night." The midget walks away looking a suspicious look from his eyes aside to her looking at the white filling leaking out her legs spread in the middle of the bed for his landscape.

Her white nails pressing her pelvis letting their content leak out her midget could see a fruit of his hard work.

Her white finger nail picks up the cream on the tip and tastes their cooking seasoning in her mouth if the meal is ready.

"Hmmmm… It is delicious." Her eyes closed and remembers her painting of asylum children of Greek coast who survived a boat crash and had sex with her.

Lucinda Sarka painted them feeling pain and dirt under apocalyptic skies. It was her charity that warm night. She shared her loving arms to aid and hug all under age boys and girls. 

Who lost those who protect them.

The aid to her adventure and future inspiration to colour the world in her colours. 

Her few hundred euros trip to have holidays and sex on the beach. It won her a 20000 euros award for the best painting in the National British Award ceremony.

It was exotic for her to enjoy a perverted man who lasted 24 hours staind it's hands with blood. 

He did the unthinkable-- while being shot in the leg, which led to profuse bleeding, he still managed to follow the government officials with their militia to a higher floor in the parliament building, blocking their exit point and buying time before the rest of his team came around to finish the job.

They shot the lower part of doors open fir midget to blow doors open and walk in with the blade to finish the Prime Minister.

It was a shame he was not in and the midget murdered a whole ministerial cabinet.

He walks out. "It is a hell of a focking job." He rubs the blood and sweat off his face for assault team waiting outside for him to walk away with his injured leg. 

With their mission accomplished, the corrupt Sarka family of Lithuania. 

Her heroes left Bangkok with a sense of satisfaction, accomplishment and a renewed commitment to bringing the bad guys to their knees and fighting for justice all around the world.

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It had been a long and gruelling mission for the SAS team, scouring the desolate landscape in search of the perpetrators of the heinous crime. 

For months, they had followed leads and gathered evidence, desperate to bring those responsible to justice.

"I am focking tired of watching those terrorists on the news." Lord Ignacius spoke brushing his tip of a blade on surveillance image captured Sarka and Nauseda leaving their business class vehicle to Bangkok nightclub.

But despite their tireless efforts, they had come up empty-handed. It seemed as though their quarry had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.

The air was thin and they had to learn to read it.

"The news silence is so thick I think I can slice it with the blade." His wrist slashes the air for him sitting in the lounge watching his team from Bangladesh sharing Thai whiskey in frozen glasses in the swimming pool overlooking the sea from Koh Lanta Bay Hotel.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a breakthrough came in the form of a tip from a reliable informant. 

Magnum Mage walks in. "You have your boxing team leave in two hours. I need you and them something to kill."

Acting quickly, the SAS team converged on the location, ready to finally bring the perpetrators to justice.

As they swept through the abandoned warehouse, they were met with a grisly scene - the bodies of countless children, their organs brutally harvested and sold on the black market. 

It was a sickening sight, one that sent a wave of revulsion through all members of the team.

"They focking done it again." Lord Ignacius covers his face with his oni scarf he cleans his gun.

"This deprived Lucinda's organ business of making me sick. Why she just don't turn a secret paedophile and become a teacher rather than cutting poor asylum children's organs out after having sex with them." Simon Says has his theory and tshirt on his mouth.

The Bangladesh boxing team walks in to see the scene, waves their hands in a local language and leaves. 

Determined to leave no stone unturned, the SAS team searched every inch of the warehouse, gathering evidence and clearing the site of any trace of the crime, but as they delved deeper into the case, they began to uncover a sinister plot that went far beyond the murder of these innocent children.

They were used for carrying cocaine into Thailand Kingdom and cut open after sexual satanic ritual their organs would be sold to South Korea. 

Aurora Maris was monitoring the situation from his hideout and planning to murder Lucinda Sarka with Singapore, Seoul and Kuala Lumpur team escorts in a single meeting. 

It seemed that their partners in the investigation had been compromised, their loyalty bought by the very criminals they were sworn to bring down. 

The betrayal cut deep, and the team was left reeling as the full extent of the plot was revealed.

But even in the darkest of moments, there is always a glimmer of hope. And as the team regrouped and vowed to bring those responsible to justice, they were joined by a familiar face - Bo Bider, a man thought to be dead, but who had resurfaced to lend his skills and expertise to the cause.

Bo Bider was a registered sexual offender and under age predators. He arrived to share his expertise with Lucinda Sarka and enjoy a first night with her.

"It is a pleasure to squeeze your hand." His lips aim to kiss her.

"You will squeeze it later in my bed." Their eyes meet.