No Fun Long Time

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Our SAS officer Igno Bazuka and his Latvian brothers. Them planning tactical operation plans to divert and sabotage had found a gift.

"I am free from being banged up abroad!" Our Jack screams his lungs out enjoying sunshine as good as in Australia the love of freedom keeping his heart warm.

He goes out passing lounge from waterfall to see a transport driving away from their presidential suite.

"What the heck he left us." He was hoping villains had not left baby organs. The delivery was black bag large enough for his paranoia to discover his heroes were scheming their revenge.

"I think I open it in case there are explosions hidden." Jack eyes closer a black linen bag wrapped in a knot in pure linen rope. His ear listens a little longer ears dropping for a ticking clock effect. "I think three days in a row I am having a hangover. I am deaf." He picks up a stick and pokes the bag to hear metal drop."I think we need a bomb squad."

He runs.

"Hey Latvian fellows I think those child murderers left a pile of bombs near our presidential suite."

Igno Bazuka picks his eye off the map. "Blajt brothers, I sign the delivery out there." He picks up the rock walking round the main gates and throws it at it.

Our SAS Bazuka walks closer to open the bag to find a silver revolver and three submachine guns with black boxes of high caliber velocity bullets made to hard steel, pierce not shatter.

"Blajt they even leave ammo at our doors they must really seek a war." He eyes once more and walks. The waterpool bar stool is open with weapons.

"We have guns." Janis Rose is thinking to see Simon walk from the top floor bedroom.

"This one is a Mage revolver. I can recognise his Kamo crest. It is his kami shikigami shogunate imperial crest."

"You pass it to him with a message to not scare our Jack. He had a smoke and he found it." Igors Ignurs closes the bag in his fist grinding back in one brick; our Latvian brother passes firearms to Lithuanian brother.

"The further intelligence we gather is the prisoners and a taxi driver. The number one disease passed. We are planning her a road side bomb to have her legs broken."

"Yeah. We should fock her right. The last one was a nightmare I had." Simon scratches his underbelly.

"I heard she found this morning and the pit legs were open." Igno Bazuka turns on the news channel.

"It was our taxi driver who finished the lead." Simon looks back at the large screen. "This is what happens with child murderers."

"Yeah blajt brother, her last fock ended her well with her love organs." Igno Bazuka hits palms in one with Igors Ignurs.

"Blajt she was a proper love dump." Janis Rose pumps both fist parallel to his waist for martial arts action pumping air to his hips.

"I focking love it." Simon rubs his growing beard crisping his chin leather in a stroke.

"Ok. We have further plans to talk in Latvian." Simon keeps on walking seeing news pictures of a yellow line and forensic defectives photographing posted notes with numbers.

Her legs bent over the ditch blackened in soil, the mud wall hiding from her torso. The feet apart one heel off a meter away.

The legs are a part of the higher up of Varpa Hera. Simon had it in his mind.

The women capable of organised crime to abduct and cut children open to have their organs trafficked in the black market. The kinks she had with her men to bond their agreements in her juicy love.

Her depravities her mind signed. Her scouting abilities for killers and business, her love seduced poor missing children and orphans; the culprit of her death died in the pit of 75 dead children.

The elite family circle spread her legs. It was her destiny to die. It was her destiny to listen to her sad music.

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The bar prostitution. Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro works a male stripper for hungry defiled office workers and lonely housewives at the Night Dancing Ted. Bangkok.

The club playing a towel shows spying for potential child organ donors to traffic for Lithuanian political class.

He loved his fluffy bear and the toy show. The true boy toy of Lithuania.

His sex shows details and Dancing Ted club venues love him found on narcotics.

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro had his Easter tradition acknowledged in his sex show. He divided his balls' to easter eggs colour paint each the time of show to outfits and pattern design. Him carefully shaving it. The balls were in white, red and blue or black and white folklore line drawings forming his natural culture signs and symbols. It was the true symbolism of him. The love balls and eggs of his eastern show testicles hidden in a towel hungry housewives.

The Vilnius Prosecutor's Office was in support of him. He was Varpa Hera's favourite toy for her to fall asleep. A love machine did perform to cameras luring and dancing. His dancing shoes throw towels over workers faces to lure a truth in their mouth.

He picked and spread one to work in the public eye, capturing on camera her love. He smiled, blinked and continued his job to the very end of the show's epic point. It was a storming fluffy toy show for lonely women.

"Our storming Bear!" The chairing housewife clapped her hands. Her mouth screamed at the senior office analyst in a moment her mouth went under the towel.

His cocaine habit filled their lures in a discreet Bangkok's location. His underground stage name was Gintautas Nauseda. Gintautas Tools was his cheering crowd name for Political Tools organized crime group.

The name was to deter a listening ear dropping to avoid law enforcement and lure a peeping Tom in. The Political Tools Group.

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Magnum Mage hits the glass to spark a noise to his Baltic Battalion Gallows team inviting them to listen to his poolside announcement, all of them laying in tourist shorts wearing sunglasses.

Our Mark Ta NATO Vice General in his grey long tall built body of lean definition muscles the respectful army General age is listening to the Black Friday Organisation captain.

The white warplane. It is ready from Finland with two black dots on each wing.

"Let's discover the name for NATO SS?"

"What do you have in mind?" Simon soaking in sunshine is refusing to listen to him.

"I want all of you to enjoy our holidays and to write one name that burns your heart in the name of action. The verb it moves you. You write it by tonight and wrap the piece of paper left in this empty jar of beer I just drank." He slams it on the table.

He groans.

Lord whispers to Simon. "This is the first time I've seen him drink. He must be serious about something."

"He might mean something." Simon pays attention, has his tired feet from the sunbed and off his sunglasses from beer and sunshine.

"Let's go to pick up the paper. I feel motivated." Simon passes Lord Ignacius.

The notes are in when they walk out. They take their group picture in Pattaya brand swimming shorts.

Our NATO heroes standing on the stairs outside their presidential number wearing blue swimming trunks. The legs apart holding their arms together smiling in the land of smiles.

Greek Island stands smiles and blinks.

Magnum Mage stands holding a straight face.

Lord Ignacius stands and opens a full set of teeth under his long beard.

Simon Says stands letting sunshine rays drop off his polished bald head.

Ban Toya stands in the largest frame of body but to a crowd.

Igno Bazuka stands with shintoism covered ink in mythological creatures on his fat draped body.

Igors Ignurs stands half pulled grin looking full focus not smiling first one to step out to have their moment.

Yanis Rose stands waving his hand out his armpit in an honest smile.

Jones Smith stands with growing eyebrows.

Jack stands tall like a mountain you must meet rather he walks to you.

Marquis Yardi the laughing cat stands in his shorts and net vest laughing his full office sparkling set of white teeth. The full unit to shine. His half cut dreadlocks to his ear length.

Our NATO Vice General Mark Ta stands in the middle of their party mission to avenge slaughtered children in the operation of Baltic Battalion Gallows.

A picture to remember their friendship before the battle field.

They all stand tall in two lines the stairs apart up to meter their feet apart crossing reserved arms and characters to each captured overseeing presidential suite.

It was a picture from our archives. Our NATO heroes. Thank you for being with us. Our hearts will live forever in one to our spirits.

The native taxi driver was out for a daily pick-up job and his mission.

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Lord Ignacius finally has oni mask mass printed over his handkerchief. "What is it for? Is it to wipe your lunch off." He wipes his guns and adds one sticker label with glue to his assault weapon from NATO issue armoury.

The silver Italian made handgun has a sticker to the side of the chamber sliding. He looks past the triangle aim, lifting his wrist to a side point to a floor.

The Black SMG has a clean dust off to see upgrade stickers on rear it would keep the fighting spirit high.

The white layer labels in black outline lined to a red horned white tooth demon face. It was his sticker from a fighter jet helmet. He first marked the hydrogen explosion outside Bucharest.

"It is for those graves to be wiped." Lord Ignacius wipes his SMG rifle in his oni handkerchief.

It was printed by a local shop to sponsor the economy.

His hand slides it over his weapon to bless it in a good spirit. He hides it under his belt; he lifts a clean SMG and pulls the hammer link to a click.

"I love to see them. I am a fellow Lithuanian too." He smiles to Simon.

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The white German sports car pulls over at Bangkok's Memorial hospital to accident and emergency delivering major incident victims.

The driver speaks and smiles wearing black suit, black tie and white shirt with a full beard in his sunglasses.

It is late at night.

"I have a major incident patient in the back." His fluffy toy bear, in the back seat wearing a seat belt. He checks in for narcotics' relentless usage for the last three months.

"Yes, yes we will help you. You just have to be careful when you step out of the vehicle. We will help you."

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro carefully carries in his fluffy toy to pay close attention. Thai doctors attended to him.

He escapes a psychiatric detention and finds him to be Lithuanian psychopath to fight our Simon and Lord.

When we learn a story about Simon Says and Lord Ignacius killing Lithuanian activists.