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Operation Kingslayer: 2/?

Warning!: This chapter contains specific violence, and a detailed description of torture methods.

(All locations and places that appear in this Fic are fictitious and based on the Ghost Recon Wildlands video game)

OCs:

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton - @revnah1406

Alyssa "Aly" M. - @alypink

Captain Arjun - @welldonekhushi

Mandy Macfie - @alidravana

Charlotte "Jade" le Jardin - @sleepyconfusedpotato

(I'll bring more OCs soon!)

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Ch: 2/?

The sound of the helicopter's blades was the only thing that could be heard in the dark Bolivian sky. Inside the chopper, Jade observed the landscape that was presented below her feet, several meters below. Dark mountains full of forest and jungle, deep valleys, and huge swamps.

"Bolivia is a country with a great diversity of landscapes. Surely we will have to visit many of them during our stay here" Aly's voice was heard through Jade's headphones.

She looked at her partner who was sitting next to her and nodded. "I have a feeling we won't just have to fight the cartel" Jade commented looking into the deep forests of huge trees.

"Wolves, jaguars, piranhas, giant snakes and a huge number of alligators…" Sparrow who was sitting in front of Jade sighed also looking in the same direction as her. "Let's just say it's not going to be a walk in the park"

"Have you been to the Bolivian Andes, Sparrow?" Aly asked.

"No... I don't know this region of the Andes... But I was in Chile with my older brother and in Argentina by myself, where I climbed Aconcagua a few years ago..." answered Hannah.

"We're getting closer, the meeting point is a few clicks away" Mandy's voice came over the radio. She was flying the helicopter at a low altitude, avoiding the skyward glances of hostile onlookers.

"Copy that, Macfie," Arjun replied.

As everyone left that bar ready to take down a second drug cartel, Laswell made one last call to Canada. They were going to need a reliable pilot, Nikolai and Isobel Williams were too busy working with Farah and 141. So their only option was Mandy Macfie. They had worked with her on many occasions. Mandy had saved the team's lives on more than one occasion, always arriving at the most opportune moment to perform an emergency extraction.

"Prepare your belongings. Bowman will be waiting for us at the indicated safe house, but we better not trust ourselves, we don't know what we'll find, so keep your weapons up and the trigger ready. We will enter through different points, Sparrow and I will enter through the main entrance announcing our arrival. Jade and Aly, you'll be in the back in case the situation becomes compromised."

Everyone nodded to Captain Arjun's instructions. They began to organize and load all the belongings. They were going to be alone in Bolivia against an entire cartel. The only thing they could take was what would fit in their backpacks and tactical vests. Ammunition, provisions, first-aid kit, weapons... Everyone carried at least two long weapons that they carried on both sides of the backpack, a sniper rifle and an assault rifle. In addition to their pistols and the knives of preference for each one.

What would define their life, their home and their survival would be carried on their back or in their vests. Unlike the Las Almas Cartel whose headquarters were in Las Almas city, the Santa Blanca Cartel was spread throughout Bolivia. Having bases and headquarters in various regions and provinces of the country. They didn’t have external support for the moment either, it was the five of them against an empire. So they would have to move fast and carry light luggage.

"I have visual on the landing zone," Mandy announced.

"Copy! We'll get off the chopper in two" said Arjun.

Jade nodded as she finished packing her Karambits into the small of her back, Sparrow screwed the silencer onto the barrel of her sniper rifle, and Aly finished checking that the mini surveillance drone's hardware was in good order.

"We're ready," Hannah said determinedly.

Arjun nodded "Okay, get ready to act. Keep your radios on at all times."

Mandy landed the chopper in a clearing on top of a hill a few hundred yards from the safe house, everyone waiting for the chopper's engine to go silent, watching outside for any possible threats. The forest was quiet, the night was dark, only the silhouettes and shadows of the trees could be seen.

"Come on." Arjun ordered getting out of the helicopter followed by Aly.

Before leaving, Sparrow stuck her head in through the cockpit door.

"Thanks for the ride." Sparrow bumped fists with Mandy.

Macfie smiled and nodded again. "Always a pleasure, Sergeant."

Jade also appeared who offered Mandy a pistol.

"Stand by until we make sure everything is calm. If you hear shots, prepare the engines"

Mandy nodded and accepted the gun. She checked the bullet cabin, making sure it was loaded.

"You have to be alert, for the moment the entire territory of Bolivia is considered hostile. If you hear something or see something that we haven't reported, shoot" Jade advised.

"Copy that, be careful out there."

They both went outside, Arjun and Aly standing guard, pointing their rifles at the tree line and the house.

"Ready to board," Sparrow announced, grabbing her weapon as well and touching her captain's shoulder indicating that she was right behind him.

The moment Jade's boots came down from the helicopter and touched the ground, they all started moving towards the safe house. It looked like a hunting cabin in the middle of the woods. It was made of logs and stone, had a front porch, and small windows. There seemed to be a dim light inside.

They all moved in formation, muffling their footsteps on the ground. When they got to a close distance Arjun waved for Aly and Jade to part ways. Both women surrounded the house, avoiding the windows and watching the corners, always with their weapons raised. They reached the back door and waited for the other two members of the team.

Arjun and Sparrow approached the porch. Hannah peeked out of one of the windows, looking inside. It looked like a hunting cabin inside too, everything had a very rustic feel to it. It was in the dark, the only source of light was a lamp on the table, it seemed to illuminate some documents and plans.

"There's no one… but I have visuals of possible useful intel" she said through the radio attached to her vest.

"Get ready, on my signal we board" Arjun ordered, moving to the side of the door. "Sparrow, do the honors."

Hannah returned to her captain, stood in front of the door, waiting for the order.

Arjun pushed the button of his radio. “now”

Hannah kicked the door hard, Arjun came in raising his rifle pointing in all directions.

By the second team. Jade slowly opened the door, signaling for Aly to wait and watch her back. Aly nodded and stood in the doorway, eyeing potential blind spots in the cabin's interior layout.

Arjun was the first to enter, pointing in all directions, watching his steps. Sparrow followed, gun raised. They found no one in the room.

"Hall clear" Arjun reported

"Captain." Sparrow called to him.

Arjun turned to the sergeant. Sparrow was looking at a huge proofing board on the wall just above the fireplace. There were photographs, maps with marked places, transcripts of telephone conversations, coordinates, newspaper clippings…

"Looks like Bowman has been doing her job…" Sparrow muttered.

"This will make things easier." He answered.

Arjun walked over to the table where a study lamp illuminated some plans for unfamiliar installations. He was going to comment something else but a slight sound was heard, perhaps it would have gone unnoticed by someone normal. But as soon as he heard it, he raised his rifle in that direction.

Sparrow was quick to react when she saw her captain raise his weapon.

A woman was at the door leading to the corridor. She appeared to be in her forties, with blue eyes and blond hair. She was pointing a pistol at both soldiers.

"I suggest you get out of here or the consequences will be fatal." The woman threatened.

"You are in no position to make demands, ma’am. Put the gun down." Hannah ordered.

Arjun aimed between the woman's eyes, he discovered the small detonator that she was hiding in the other hand.

"You underestimate me" The woman smiled confidently.

A karambit poked out from behind the woman and rested its curved point on her throat.

"You underestimate us" Arjun replied as Jade slowly pushed the knife towards the woman's throat, without saying a single word.

There was the sound of a loaded rifle, behind Jade and the Woman. Aly was taking aim from a distance, in the darkness of the hallway.

The woman smiled wryly and raised her hands slowly in surrender.

"Alright, you got me. We don't have to figure out how this situation will be resolved."

"Are you Karen Bowman?" Arjun asked without lowering the gun.

The woman looked at him, studied his stoic expression, and finished by nodding slowly.

"You must be the ones Kate sent me."

Arjun gave a slight nod, ordering Sparrow to lower her weapon. Hannah compiled but the guard kept her up. Jade put the knife away and Aly stopped aiming, moving closer until she was next to her partner.

"I didn't expect you so early." Bowman commented, putting the gun in the waistband of her jeans.

Arjun bowed his head "We go where we are called"

Bowman nodded "is it just you four?"

"For now...we have a pilot too." Arjun mentioned.

Aly switched on her comlink "Mandy, it's all clear, we've found Bowman."

"Roger, I'm on my way." Mandy replied.

"So…" Bowman paced the room, examining each of the members. "Laswell believes that you can take down the Santa Blanca cartel…"

"That's why we're here, right?" Sparrow raised her chin but kept a serious expression.

Karen raised her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly. "It remains to be seen what you are capable of"

Jade started flipping through the evidence board.

"This is from the previous task force?" She asked, looking at all the information.

"That's right. Months of research." Bowman sighed "I'd better bring you guys up to speed. The sooner we start, the sooner we can take down these sons of bitches."

"Entering the house" Mandy's voice came over the comms.

"Copy, Macfie. You may proceed inside" Arjun replied.

The pilot entered the safehouse. Sparrow gave her a slight nod in greeting. Mandy moved closer to her, scanning Bowman and the situation with her eyes.

"I have a feeling it wasn't the best welcome." she whispered.

"You have a good feeling" Hannah replied.

They both returned their concentration to the CIA agent. The team surrounded the table while Bowman went to the proofing board and tore off a few photos.

"The Santa Blanca empire is supported by four main pillars."

Bowman posted a photo of a man who looked like a Christian bishop, with a huge golden Cross hanging from his neck and a serious expression, then a second photo of a somewhat ostentatious-looking young man smirking into the camera.

"The First Pillar: Influence." Bowman began to explain "Santa Blanca’s trying to win the love of the Bolivian people, they fill their brains with false promises and lies." She pointed to the man dressed as a bishop promising the locals the entrance to paradise and the eternal and divine forgiveness of God if they collaborated with the Cartel. The drug traffickers are great devout Christians, but above all they have a special fondness reserved for "La Niña Blanca."

"La Santa Muerte…" Aly murmured.

Bowman agreed.

"This is one of the first ways they have to win over their followers. The other is by following in the footsteps of Pablo Escobar, building houses for the poorest neighborhoods, giving aid to families... in short... creating a good image of the cartel. Everything to sweep the shit under the rug and avoid prying eyes."

The CIA agent put another photo on the table. It showed El Sueño shaking hands with a man who was dressed as a military general.

"The second pillar is Security. El Sueño has been in charge of reducing the military and police forces of all Bolivia based on bribery. So do not expect support from the government or the army."

"What about the rebels?" Arjun asked.

"The rebels are a large group of Bolivian guerrillas who have been fighting the cartel for years. Pac Katari is their leader, I know him well, but you will need a good victory if you want to earn his respect and trust. He will not welcome you with open arms at first. I advise you to make yourselves heard, that the voice spread among the Bolivian people, and that your deeds reach their ears. Only then may you get rebel support."

"So…if we do their job, we will get their attention?" Sparrow rested both hands on the straps of her vest.

"The rebels are also in charge of helping those most in need in Bolivia. If you locate stores of supplies, weapons, ammunition, fuel... mark them with location beacons. So that the rebels can find them, it is also a good way to announce that you are their allies." Bowman replied.

"And the other two pillars?" Jade asked.

Karen nodded and placed another photo on the table, this one showing a very beautiful woman with a little girl by her side. The photo appeared to be taken from inside a car. The woman and the girl were walking through a wealthy neighborhood surrounded by bodyguards.

"The third pillar: Smuggling. This woman is the mastermind of all smuggling operations. You could not imagine what she is capable of inventing to be able to get cocaine across the borders. She manages to send and export to more than sixty percent of the entire globe. They didn't earn the title of one of the biggest cartels in the world just like that."

Bowman took two more photos. It showed a very old man, wrinkled, graying hair, brown skin, and sun-spotted. And in the other, a young man in his early thirties with features similar to those of the older man.

"And finally, the fourth pillar and the base of the entire Cartel: Production. Bolivia has been a great producer of the coca plant, for cultural and medicinal uses, but it was illegal. Although with the arrival of Santa Blanca it has become massive The cultivated fields are full of forced laborers."

"Labor slaves." Mandy gritted her teeth.

Bowman nodded again.

"The trafficking and kidnapping of people is an open secret. Santa Blanca claims to ensure jobs for all Bolivians but they only force them to work until they die. The cartel blames the rebels for the Bolivian deaths, trying to give them a bad name."

Bowman put her fists on the table.

"If we can knock down one of these pillars, we can shake the cartel and make Santa Blanca weaker."

Arjun looked at his team for a few seconds, then looked back at the CIA agent.

"Where do we start?" Arjun asked decisively.

Bowman dragged two photos to the center of the table with her fingers.

"We'll start with Production." Bowman began to explain.

Aly took the photograph of the older man and looked at it carefully.

"He is Rodolfo Yana. But everyone knows him as "El Yayo", unlike the rest, he is Bolivian, he is about seventy-three years old, but don't let his age confuse you. He is the main cocaine producer for Santa Blanca. Before El Yayo was a coca union leader but his ambition brought him to work with Santa Blanca. He is willing to work with the Cartel in order to protect his people and their customs. Thanks to Santa Blanca, Coca crops are legal and they are protected. Many say that he is a traitor, others define him as a true survivor."

Aly passed the photo to Jade, who stared at it for a while.

"This is our first objective?" Jade seemed somewhat confused, she didn't expect to have to go after someone so old.

Bowman agreed.

"El Yayo is a great defender of culture and traditions. At first, El Yayo got stable and well-paid work for many cocaleros in Bolivia. People treated him as a savior for giving work to so many people. But the demand for Cocaine for part of Santa Blanca just grew and grew. Good paying jobs turned into forced labor." Bowman sighed "El Yayo is a man who prefers to make agreements than use violence. So maybe we can negotiate with him…"

"How did we get to him?" Arjun asked.

Bowman put the second photograph next to the one of El Yayo.

"This is his grandson, Gonzalo Yana, he is about 25 years old, they call him El Emissario. He is the manager and head of production of cocaine. His grandfather knows how to grow coca, and he knows how to process it. He is actually a spoiled child. He is arrogant, carefree and does whatever he wants, hoping that his grandfather or other underbosses will bail him out. Don't be distracted by his behavior, Gonzalo is a genius when it comes to processing coke. With the knowledge inherited from El Yayo and his master's degree in chemistry is capable of processing the purest cocaine on the entire market."

"How did we find him?" Jade crossed her arms.

"To get to El Yayo, you first have to find his grandson. It will be our trick to find him." Karen explained, "We had Gonzalo caught by the balls a few months ago, but he fled the country like the coward that he is. Luckily we know that he returned to Bolivia a few days ago, knowing that the old task force has been taken off the game board." and taking into account that he cannot leave the production of Cocaine unattended. El Emisario or The Emissary believes that he is now safe and that he can return to business without problem." Bowman paused. "Now we just have to find it. We know it's in Ocoro, but going door to door into every cocaine lab in the region would be a waste of time. The cat would never catch the mouse."

"I can check all the radio and phone stations and channels in the area. Maybe I can intercept something." Aly suggested.

"That's why I love you, Aly." Sparrow joked.

"Might be a good start. Let's get to work then" Arjun said, beginning Operation Kingslayer.

"Let's go for that bastard"

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The helicopter was flying over the Ocoro region. The night was moonless, it was the perfect time to act. Sparrow loaded her assault rifle. Arjun was at her side readying his gun as well.

"Okay, let's go over the plan. Aly, you're going to overwatch from a high point with the help of the surveillance drone. Keep the sniper rifle ready, I'm sure we'll need it. You'll be the one preparing our entrance."

"Got it" Aly was sitting in the cockpit together with Mandy. She had the exact coordinates on her laptop. Thanks to hacking and intercepting the radio channels in the Ocoro area, she was able to listen to a conversation with Gonzalo Yana and was able to triangulate his exact location.

"Sparrow and I will board through the first floor, while Jade will enter through the roof. We will take Gonzalo Yana out through the roof"

"Roger." Jade responded by assuring that the blade of her knives was properly sharpened.

"Okay, we'll look for Gonzalo Yana, remember that we need him alive. If the rest show resistance, you have full permission to shoot."

"We are arriving." Mandy's voice blared over everyone's comms.

"Understood! Everyone get ready"

When they reached the agreed point, they all prepared to slide down the rope. Sparrow leaned back into the cockpit.

"We are ready."

Mandy nodded. "Go carefully."

Sparrow gave Mandy a fist bump and patted Aly on the shoulder.

"Be our eyes, Aly." Sparrow smiled confidently.

Aly smiled and nodded.

"I'll watch your back"

"Sparrow let's go!" Arjun was ready to go down the rope.

"Copy, Captain!" She turned to her two companions "take care of yourselves, my ladies." the sergeant said goodbye.

Jade, Arjun and Sparrow slid down the rope.

When they all reached the ground Mandy piloted the helicopter to get Aly into the most suitable position to observe the facility from a distance but also to be close enough for her to connect to the main network and work her magic.

The team wasted no time, and began moving in formation. Taking care not to make noise.

The Ocoro region was a rural area. Mountainous, with small forests and numerous cultivated fields. The team walked a little further until there was an old industrial warehouse between the trees. There were huge outdoor spotlights illuminating the darkness of the night and a wall enclosing the restricted area.

They reached a high position to be able to observe the facilities well. The darkness covered them and prevented them from being seen.

"What do we have here…" Sparrow muttered, taking out the binoculars. "There are few entrances. Four floors, I suspect they will have a few more floors in the basement." The sergeant began to explain "Small windows and concrete walls… it's like a fucking fortress."

"Containment measures? Guards?" Jade asked. Who began to enlist her gear to be able to make her entrance. Putting the silencer on her pistol and securing her bulletproof vest.

"There are a couple of machine guns stationed at the main entrance, snipers on the roof and in the watchtowers. Heavy armored guards at each corner, they wear ballistic helmets, we won't be able to take them out with one shot."

"leave them to me"

"Alyssa what is your status?" Arjun spoke into the comm.

There were a few seconds of silence.

"In position and waiting."

Aly was about 300m away, in an elevated position and perfect for providing overwatch. She was lying on the grass with the sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, peering through the rifle's telescopic sight. Next to her was the drone ready to be sent and the laptop that showed on the screen the synchronization with the central electrical system had been completed.

"Do you have visual on the target?" Arjun asked.

Aly looked through the windows of the building. Until she finally found a lighted window on the top floor.

"I have visual on Gonzalo Yana. Fourth floor, last room on the right."

Sparrow pointed the binoculars in the same direction.

"Affirmative. I see that bastard." Sparrow confirmed.

"Alright. Whenever you want Alyssa." The captain spoke.

Aly looked away from the scope for a moment and focused on her laptop, typing for a couple of minutes.

"Starting attack in three, two, one…" Aly hit the button "Lights off. All security systems disabled"

And suddenly, all the lights that illuminated the facilities went out. Everything was left in complete darkness. The guards outside were confused and kept alert for a long time. Until one of them mentioned that it was a simple blackout, and that it was normal in this region.

The team waited until the guards calmed down and went about their business, waiting for someone to fix the electrical system.

"Jade." Arjun whispered.

The named one nodded, clutching her pistol with the silencer attached in one hand and a karambit in the other.

"Good luck" Sparrow spoke "We'll be waiting"

Jade smiled and patted Hannah's shoulder before walking off down the hill. Stealthily approaching the entrance of the facility.

When she reached it, she put her back to the wall and waited silently for the guard to get close enough. She adjusted her grip on the handle of the knife, and when the guard was at appropriate distance, Jade clamped a hand over his mouth and buried the knife in his neck, between his shoulder pads and helmet. Carefully she dragged the body to a safe place so they wouldn't find it. But as soon as she put the body on the ground, another guard appeared walking casually without noticing what was happening around him. But he would end up noticing if he kept advancing in the direction of Jade. She wasted no time, grabbing one of the knives from the dead guard's tactical vest and throwing it with such precision at the guard that the knife sliced through the air to slam into the second guard's face. The man fell backwards like a sack full of stones.

Jade sighed quietly in relief. Wasting no more time, she hid the second body next to the other and continued advancing. Jade melted into the shadows, using only her knife.

She would stab a guard in the neck and with two silent shots finish off the second. The bullets were always perfectly accurate, one in the bulletproof vest and one in the face. It ended with the vast majority of narcos who were standing guard abroad. She took care of those who were positioned behind the fixed machine guns and those who guarded all the entrances. And nobody noticed what was happening.

Jade was cleaning the blade of her knife on the clothes of the corpse of one of the guards, when she spoke through the comms.

"Aly, the sniper on the watchtower could compromise my position. To the east."

It didn't take long for Aly to aim the sniper rifle where Jade indicated.

"Got him"

As soon as he was in her sights, she held her breath, made some final calculations, and pulled the trigger. The enemy sniper disappeared into the darkness after being shot in the chest.

"Enemy sniper is down." Aly reported on the radio

Jade was able to continue creeping through the darkness around that drug lab until she found an emergency ladder that led to the roof. She climbed them carefully so that her boots did not make noise against the metal of theladder, she knew perfectly well that company would be waiting for her up on the roof.

When she got to the top, she saw two snipers walking around on the roof. Light-footed and keeping low, she took down the first sniper without a problem, but the second one apparently turned around ahead of schedule. Jade had to react quickly, with the pistol pointed at his chest and fired a couple of times. The sniper's bulletproof vest retained both bullets even though both shots nearly sent him to the ground.

The MI6 agent pounced on him when she saw that he was trying to communicate by threadbare. Jade wasted no time in pulling out her knife and making two quick slashes, the guard was able to defend himself by covering his face with both arms. Jade took the opportunity to kick his stomach hard, making him lose his balance and make him drop the sniper rifle to the ground.

The angry guard lunged at her, but Jade was faster and dodged without a problem. They kept up close combat for a while, the sniper throwing hard, heavy blows, while Jade moved nimbly, brandishing her knife, slashing across his arms. She would shift the knife from one hand to the other, changing the position of the curved blade, and every time she found a gap to get through his guard, she would not miss the opportunity to try and stab in the neck. In the end she managed to slip over the side and quickly rolled across the ground and made a quick, deep gash behind the knee. The man fell to his knees because the tendons could no longer support his leg.

Jade wasted no more time, she was tired of playing. With her other hand she drew a second karambit and using all her strength stabbed just below his jaw. The curved blade of the knife pierced the roof of the mouth while the first knife slashed across the throat.

When Jade pulled out the knife the soldier fell to the ground bleeding to death. She wiped at the blood splattered on her face, then hit the button on her communicator.

"I'm in position." He announced looking at the corpse of the guard.

"Roger that, I'll let Macfie know so she can have the helicopter ready for extraction" Aly replied.

While Jade dealt with the guards outside, Sparrow and Arjun moved through the compound, ready to enter through a back door that led to the facility's warehouse.

Arjun cleaned the blade of his knife on the dead guard's clothing while Sparrow stood guard, making sure no one approached them unnoticed. The captain managed to pick the lock on the door and opened it carefully.

"Come on, Sergeant." Arjun whispered.

Sparrow followed him into the facility.

The building was dark as expected. Both soldiers moved through the corridors in silence, Arjun taking the lead while Sparrow brought up the rear. Thanks to the silencers they eliminated any hostile people they encountered.

"Shoot carefully, there are civilians in the laboratories" Arjun said.

"Roger"

They found the stairs and went up to the second and then the third floor, leaving not a single living guard behind. They entered a room that appeared to be a communications room. There were computers, shelves full of documents, and radios with different comms channels. Some guards could be heard talking on the radio.

"First and second floors are the laboratories… The third is the offices?" asked Sparrow, puzzled. "This is not a normal cocaine lab…"

Arjun returned to her when he was sure the room was clear.

"This is a gold mine, we could get information from here." Arjun commented. "Sparrow, make a Backup copy of all the files on the mainframe. Alyssa can process the data later."

"Ok."

"Arjun, Sparrow! The guards have found one of the corpses." Aly announced agitated. "They're starting to go up the stairs!"

"Bloody hell… we should have hidden the corpses better." Sparrow cursed.

"We didn't have time for that, our priority is Gonzalo Yana…" Arjun leaned his back against the wall right next to the window and leaned out slightly to see what was happening outside. The guards seemed to be flustered, looking out the windows of the building and running all in one direction.

"Jade, what's the situation outside?" Arjun asked.

"Everyone is very nervous, they are entering the building." Charlotte replied.

"Understood. Aly, how much time do we have?"

"A minute at most." she answered.

"Fuck…"

"Sir, Gonzalo Yana will escape if we don't hurry." Sparrow nervously said, shifting her weight from her leg.

"I know." Arjun closed his eyes and pondered for a few seconds what to do. They couldn't leave without the information from the central computer, and neither could they leave without Gonzalo Yana. So he only had one option left. Trust his teammate. Arjun knew full well what Sparrow was capable of. It was not their first mission together, he was aware of the skills of the sergeant and that he could entrust the fate of the mission to her.

"Captain." Sparrow eagerly awaited further orders.

Arjun took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"Focus on the computer and make sure you extract all the useful data. Client lists, contraband, locations of other labs…everything." Arjun walked towards the door. "Make sure they don't kill you, sergeant."

"And what are you going to do, sir?" Sparrow asked.

"Jade, get ready." Arjun ordered over the comms and then looked at his sergeant "I'm going to get that rat out of his hole." Arjun left the room and without wasting any time ran towards the stairs leading to the top floor.

Sparrow wasted no time too, pulling out an external battery to power the computer and a flash drive from one of her vest pockets, and began backing up all the files.

Gunshots could be heard inside the building, surely Arjun had engaged in combat with the remaining guards on the upper floor. Sparrow ignored her desire to go help her captain and watched as little by little the percentage bar on the computer screen filled up.

"Sparrow on your six!" Aly's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Hannah spun around as she saw a huge soldier lunge at her with a knife. Sparrow had to drop her weapon to use both hands to prevent the knife from plunging into her face.

Sparrow was between the table and the attacker. She used all her strength to get that guy off her. She pushed him away from her and punched him in the nose. The guard swayed slightly, holding the bridge of his now bleeding nose.

"Puta zorra…"

Sparrow wasted no time, as the man lunged at her again, Sparrow raised her fists, punching him again in the face and then in the ribs. She moved swiftly across the room, dodging the knife that the man swung dangerously from side to side. Sparrow had to admit that this man was tough to beat, no matter how hard she hit him, it seemed as if he wasn't affected. Even though his face was covered in blood.

Sparrow took a quick look at the computer, five percent left for the backup to finish. She had to hurry, she had to finish this jerk and get back to Arjun as soon as possible.

"Come on… I can last all day." Sparrow waved a hand, signaling for him to come closer to continue the fight and further anger the guard.

She was walking slowly back towards the window. As the guard ran towards her to punch her in the face, Sparrow dodged quickly, managing to get behind him. As the guard turned back to her, Hannah kicked him in the chest. Causing him to stagger a couple of meters away from her.

The man was ready to attack again, but suddenly, a sniper bullet broke the window glass and went through the guard's head. The man collapsed on the ground lifeless and staining the ground with his own blood.

Sparrow smiled at the corpse at her feet, then looked at the hole in the window.

"What would I be if it wasn't for you Aly?"

Aly watched through the scope of her sniper rifle as Sparrow waved to her from across the room. She smiled, happy to see her friend safe.

"You know it's always a pleasure to watch your back, hermosa"

Sparrow looked away from the window when she heard the notification that the backup had finished. She rushed to grab the flash drive and the battery, then grabbed her weapon and ran to the top floor.

Along the way, she encountered several enemies and didn’t hesitate to shoot. She finished with any obstacle that was found along the way. When it came to dealing with firefights, there was no better soldier than her. She eliminated all the guards until she went up to the fourth floor.

Suddenly Sparrow, between the shots, saw Gonzalo Yana being thrown into the air, out of a room. Arjun came out soon after, his expression completely serious. For a moment Hannah felt sorry for that Narco, when Captain Arjun was angry, he was a scary man.

Gonzalo Yana began to flee in the direction of the stairs that led to the roof. But it seemed like Arjun didn't care, in fact he cared more about taking down the remaining guards in the corridor. Using only his pistol, a knife and a perfect aim, he finished off all the guards. When silence finally reigned in the place again, Sparrow was finally able to get out from behind the wall that she used as cover.

"Are you okay sergeant?" Arjun asked, although he didn't physically show it, he was worried about Sparrow.

"Affirmative sir." Hannah hurried over to him. "What's with that asshole?"

Sparrow was still confused, Arjun had let Gonzalo Yana run away.

"The Rat is cornered. Let's go for him"

Arjun walked up the stairs leading to the roof in no hurry. While they watched the Narco run up them so fast that he almost tripped more than once. Arjun didn't need to chase him, he knew exactly how this was going to end. It was like when a murderer knows that he doesn't have to waste energy running, he knows perfectly well that he will find you, no matter where you hide.

Gonzalo Yana banged open the door leading to the roof, but as soon as he stepped outside. The point of a karambit landed on his neck, so stealthily that the man seemed to him that he had been cornered by a ghost. He was petrified with fear.

Jade held the knife to the target's throat when Arjun and Sparrow appeared on the rooftop shortly after.

"We have the target." Arjun announced through the comms.

"Roger, Macfie is on her way." Aly replied.

"Who are you?!"

"You're not the one asking the questions here, kid" Arjun replied with a sinister tone.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into! Do you have any idea who I am?!" Gonzalo Yana seemed to be on the verge of hysteria.

"Oh, we know that very well… Sparrow, knock him out."

"It will be a pleasure"

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When Gonzalo Yana woke up. He found himself tied to a chair in a small room with no windows, just a light bulb hanging from the ceiling above him.

There was a red-haired woman sitting in a chair similar to his. But she wasn't tied down, in fact, she had a grim look on her face, kept silent, deep in her own thoughts.

"We don't have to make this any more complicated than it already is." Arjun's voice was heard behind Gonzalo.

The captain had his back against the wall and his arms folded.

"Don't waste time lying or hiding information from us. It will only make it worse."

"I would rather die than tell you!" Gonzalo Yana seemed to want to hide his fear behind his anger "You are naive! You don't know what you are getting into…"

Arjun ignored the Narco's words, kept calm and kept talking.

"Rodolfo Yana." Arjun mentioned the name of El Yayo. "Where is he?"

It took Gonzalo a few seconds to understand what they were asking of him.

"The old?" He laughed "No, you'll never find him. Listen amigo…you're not aware of how deep this shit hole is. You're just foreigners who think you can come here and remove all the shit and get out of it unscathed. The simple fact: If you touch a single hair on my head, you’ll mark a cross on your back. La Santa Muerte will come for you and will hunt you until the end of your days."

Suddenly Arjun grabbed Gonzalo Yana's hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look into his eyes. The light from the ceiling made Gonzalo only see a dark silhouette of a man.

"I think you already disappointed me. You already were, not to me but for everybody. Because of your "pathetic" self.. decided to choose this path with your family who had nothing to do but to cause suffering." Said Arjun, in a tone capable of making anyone's skin crawl "we are not what you see... we are not what you think. I could snap your neck right now and end your poor, pathetic life. But no, you have a much bigger purpose.." Arjun brought his face close to Gonzalo's "when we're done with you… you'll wish I'd snapped your neck."

Gonzalo Yana had not realized that he was sweating and trembling the moment Arjun let go of his head.

Arjun walked towards the door, but before leaving, he patted Jade on the shoulder.

"It's all yours" and left the room.

When he stepped outside the safe house, he found Sparrow, Aly, and Mandy waiting outside. Crickets could be heard in the bushes and a cool breeze blew gently.

"There is no turning back." Arjun mentioned. "Jade will get us the information we want."

Aly sighed in concern. "Jade is good at what she does, she's an MI6 agent after all but…this will affect her."

Sparrow nodded, agreeing with her.

"If we hurt Gonzalo Yana…" Mandy had a serious expression like everyone else. "We will send a clear message to El Sueño."

"Sir…I understand this is a covert mission. But we really don't know where we're going. We don't know what El Sueño is capable of." Sparrow spoke. "You saw how many guards there were in just a cocaine lab in the middle of nowhere."

Arjun nodded understandingly. "I'm aware, Sergeant. I'll talk to Laswell, maybe he can pull more strings. But for now, we're the only ones who can stop this madness."

"And what about the Rebel forces?" Aly asked.

"They will be considered hostile until proven otherwise. Although Bowman is an old friend of Laswell's, I don't trust her." Arjun crossed his arms and looked at his boots "We'll figure something out. But for now, we're dealing with this jerk."

Meanwhile, inside the Safe house, Jade and Gonzalo Yana were left alone in the room.

Jade was silent, she was terrifyingly calm. There was no emotion on her face.

"We can do this by hook or by crook." She began to explain. "I just need you to tell me a place and a time."

"If you think I'm going to tell you where my grandfather is. You're so wrong, puta."

Jade spent some time studying the man's body language. He was scared, but he hid it well. His hands were restless despite being tied. He kept his head up and still but his eyes were unable to maintain eye contact with Jade.

"We know that you recently returned to Bolivia, and we know that you have conversations with your grandfather. He is always the one who has to save you, right? You always end up in trouble and make El Sueño angry. But Rodolfo Yana is always there to protect you." Jade explained.

"That doesn't matter…you're not going to get me to talk. It doesn't matter what you do." Gonzalo Yana smiled sideways.

Jade nodded a few times and sighed. She got up from her chair and walked over to him.

"I see you made up your mind."

She rested her hand on Gonzalo's temple and looked at him for a few seconds.

"I will ask you a question. And you must answer honestly." Jade spoke again "Where is Rodolfo Yana?"

"Fuck you, pendeja."

"Wrong answer"

Jade pressed into the space between the eyebrow and the eyeball.

"AAAAAAAAAH!"

Jade closed her eyes and continued pressing on one of the most painful points in the body, there are many nerves in that area and it causes great pain and discomfort when pressing on it.

The screams echoed through the room, so loud that surely the people outside could hear them.

"Let's try one more time." Jade eased the pressure but didn't pull her hand away. "Where is Rodolfo Yana?"

Gonzalo was breathing heavily, he looked like an animal. But still he said nothing. He kept silent.

Jade, getting no response, pressed again. The screams resounded throughout the place.

The interrogation began to be a game of tug of war, Jade asked questions, and Gonzalo did not answer what she wanted. It seemed a bit like a game of cat and mouse. But this time the Cat played with the mouse until he died from exhaustion.

"Please! I don't know! I don't know!"

"No I don't know's. Just answer my question. It's easy, come on."

The game continued, gradually escalating until Jade decided to use more effective methods. She didn't want to come to this, but he gave her no choice. It was time to pull out nails, Jade started with the toes. She wrapped the toe with a rubber band to reduce the flow of blood, neither too tight nor too loose, she wanted Gonzalo Yana to see the blood but not bleed to death. Then with a toothpick she inserted it between the nail and the finger.

Gonzalo Yana screamed in pain. The nail was separated from the toe. Jade looked at the Narco once more waiting for an answer but he just whimpered. So she ended up ripping it off.

Gonzalo was dying, tossing and turning in his chair. He seemed like an animal dominated by hysteria and fear.

"Please, please! I already told you I don't know!"

"If you so much as breathe another 'I don't know’, I will rip another one of your nails. Think. Remember. We could do this all night." Jade stayed calm.

The hours passed, until finally the cat caught the mouse. The screams stopped instantly.

Everyone waited outside. Sparrow paced back and forth like a caged lion. Arjun was thoughtful with his arms folded. Aly was trying to clear her mind and ignore what she had been hearing for hours trying to decipher the information Sparrow got from the lab's central computer. And Mandy going through the topographic maps of the area.

The door to the Safe House opened. Jade came out wiping her hands on a bloody rag. She approached Arjun without saying a single word and handed him a piece of paper with the exact location and time where Rodolfo Yana could be.

Then she left, without saying a single word. She entered the forest and disappeared into the darkness and the undergrowth.

"Jade…!" Aly tried to follow her but Mandy stopped her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Sparrow walked over and shook her head. She knew that Jade needed to be alone. She had to collect her thoughts and deal with her internal struggle.

An internal struggle that the whole team had.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #Operation Kingslayer #ocs' crossover #friend's ocs #alyssa m #charlotte jade le jardin #Mandy Mcfie #Captain Arjun #hannah sparrow clayton #ghost recon wildlands #game crossover #my fic <3 #I hope you like it!#💕✨

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applbottmjeens · 5 months

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OPERATION KINGSLAYER (Cinematic Trailer)

inspired by the fic by @revnah1406

ft. Live action Ghost Recon clips and more

#operation kingslayer bay beeee

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 8 months

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I miss seeing Jade on my blog so here's a rough sketch I did (for @revnah1406 's Operation Kingslayer fic 👀) of her in another outfit for hot weather!

Simple safari shirt and khaki pants, and she looks so different 😩. I'm thinking of changing the colors of her gear to sand colour, but I'm currently not with my drawing equipment so-- 💀

Anyway, hope you love this (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty oc #original character #charlotte jade le jardin

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esther-dot · 3 months

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While I agree with Ary@ killing Dany, what I don't understand why Jon will take her blame and get punished while she will end up her own adventure? Why would narrative punished Jon for Ary@ actions? Why would even killing Dany be considered as crime? While I know show ending is similar to books but Jon taking Ary@ blame and punished is not narratively good. Its worse than show. Also it will plot armour for Ary@.

I'm not convinced Arya kills Dany, but if she does, I agree with you. Jon taking the blame wouldn't work for me. Others have speculated that Arya tries to poison Dany, and my supposition is that she does, Dany doesn't die, Jon goes on to kill her. That way, it wouldn't be Jon taking the blame for Arya a la Lady being killed in the place of her losing a hand or Nymeria being killed, but it is reminiscent of the Trident incident in a way, with Arya striking the first blow in a fight to protect someone, and someone else jumping in to protect her.

I expect there will be a lot of connections to AGOT in the endgame so a reference, rather than a full redux works for me. Bran is endgame king, and the first chapter of AGOT is Ned teaching him about justice. We have the kingslayer attempting to kill him in AGOT which is another clue. I believe Martin when he says he knew the endgame way back when, so I’m guessing, many answers are there from the beginning. I recently wrote this about how Jon killing Dany fits in with AGOT Ned:

I think Jon is more likely to be the one to successfully kill her, and in a way that calls to mind Ned's opinion on it, See her tears, hear her last words. That would allow Martin to make sure we see it as just/moral, bring home the Targ v Targ issue, and it shades Ned's decisions and values in a very interesting way. After s8 fans said Ned was wrong to fight against killing Dany in s1, but Martin thinks he was right to object to killing children, so for the two Targ children he was protecting in AGOT (Dany and Jon) to come face to face and one kill the other prevents the conclusion that Ned was wrong. It was the same mercy, the same refusal to see the child of an enemy as an enemy, that saved the boy who will in turn save Westeros. IMO, it's a way to uphold the belief in mercy. I tend to think it’s also Martin’s way of addressing one his questions about his beloved LOTR (what about orc babies etc). (link)

I haven't developed more thoughts on that, but that's where I am at the moment. I talked about some possible foreshadowing with "the dead man's revenge" as well.

Another reason why I object to Arya being the killer is that she is currently operating outside of Ned’s teachings about justice, so I don’t think her killing Dany fits within that initial, crucial theme. It being hard to do the act is an essential part of the struggle with mercy/justice. Someone like Jon on the other hand would provide an opportunity for Martin to wrap up his convo in a thoughtful, albeit complex, way.

Why would even killing Dany be considered as crime?

This is another reason to suspect it will be Jon. Dany will have invaded and burned KL and made a nuisance of herself, I can't imagine how the public would view killing her as a bad thing unless it were someone killing her in socially condemned context ie kinslaying, oathbreaking etc.

I mentioned the other day, Jaime has a horrible rep, but then we find out what Aerys was planning which is a layer of complexity for his characterization, and we also find out that he was ordered to kill his dad so then that's another wrinkle. He goes from without honor, to something admirable, to a blend of several motivations, to something human. I expect Dany's death to involve as many layers. It makes the sense to me that her death involves oathbreaking/betrayal, that doing the right thing marks the killer as a man without honor by some, and that he has a personal motivation as well. The only way to have any layers with the killing of Dany (when it will be so clearly right/necessary after she burns KL) is if it's Jon. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Of course, in all fairness, if people really don’t give a fuck when Dany is taken out (and we know Bran will be king so whatever happens, the Starks end up on power and with a good rep), it’s possible Arya kills her with no repercussions, maybe because, no one knows she did it. If that happens, it could be that Arya’s actions allow Jon to get the family and home he’s always wanted which is certainly, a much happier, more desirable ending for many of us. No plot armor, just a nice little culmination of her training.

But I need to reiterate, it seems increasingly unlikely we will ever get ADOS (shush, we are getting TWOW!), none of us will ever be proven right or wrong, so we don’t need to stress about different thoughts on the endgame. We each kinda get to choose our own ending (within reason!) 😅

#dot chat #anti daenerys #anti daenerys targaryen #stark v targ #asoiaf speculation

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Theon I (Theon VII) [Chapter 51]

Theon I otherwise known as A Ghost in Winterfell Part II.

If you haven't already, I strongly recommend reading that post before this one.

So we're all on the same page, I will be operating under the assumption that Theon is both the Hooded Man and the ghost in Winterfell.

"The storm will end today," one of the surviving stableboys was insisting loudly. "Why, it isn't even winter." Theon would have laughed if he had dared. He remembered tales Old Nan had told them of storms that raged for forty days and forty nights, for a year, for ten years … storms that buried castles and cities and whole kingdoms under a hundred feet of snow.

He's getting closer and closer to calling someone a sweet summer child.

+.+.+

He sat in the back of the Great Hall, not far from the horses, watching Abel, Rowan, and a mousy brown-haired washerwoman called Squirrel attack slabs of stale brown bread fried in bacon grease.

Why is there an Arya wildling?

+.+.+

Roose Bolton entered, pale-eyed and yawning, accompanied by his plump and pregnant wife, Fat Walda.

New developments.

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"Lord Stannis is outside the walls, and not far by the sound of it. All we need do is reach him." Abel's fingers danced across the strings of his lute. The singer's beard was brown, though his long hair had largely gone to grey.

Hair going grey before the beard?

Has George ever met a man.

+.+.+

Up on the dais, Ramsay was arguing with his father. They were too far away for Theon to make out any of the words, but the fear on Fat Walda's round pink face spoke volumes.

Nothing to worry about, I'm sure.

+.+.+

Theon wondered if he would ever see the Drowned God's watery halls, or if his ghost would linger here at Winterfell. Dead is dead. Better dead than Reek.

Kind of amazed he doesn't consider hell a strong possibility. Lol.

+.+.+

If Abel's scheme went awry, Ramsay would make their dying long and hard. He will flay me from head to heel this time, and no amount of begging will end the anguish. No pain Theon had ever known came close to the agony that Skinner could evoke with a little flensing blade.

<- Daenerys VIII

I hate this, thought Daenerys Targaryen. How did this happen, that I am drinking and smiling with men I'd sooner flay?

+.+.+

Abel would learn that lesson soon enough. And for what? Jeyne, her name is Jeyne, and her eyes are the wrong color. A mummer playing a part. Lord Bolton knows, and Ramsay, but the rest are blind, even this bloody bard with his sly smiles. The jape is on you, Abel, you and your murdering whores. You'll die for the wrong girl.

Does Mance know? I'll let you decided.

"But you said you saw me twice. When was the other time?"

"When King Robert came to Winterfell to make your father Hand," the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly.

[...]

The night your father feasted Robert, I sat in the back of his hall on a bench with the other freeriders, listening to Orland of Oldtown play the high harp and sing of dead kings beneath the sea. I betook of your lord father's meat and mead, had a look at Kingslayer and Imp . . . and made passing note of Lord Eddard's children and the wolf pups that ran at their heels. - Jon I, ASOS

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He had come this close to telling them the truth when Rowan had delivered him to Abel in the ruins of the Burned Tower, but at the last instant he had held his tongue. The singer seemed intent on making off with the daughter of Eddard Stark. If he knew that Lord Ramsay's bride was but a steward's whelp, well …

A grown ass man living out his Bael the Bard fantasies.

+.+.+

The doors of the Great Hall opened with a crash.

A cold wind came swirling through, and a cloud of ice crystals sparkled blue-white in the air. Through it strode Ser Hosteen Frey, caked with snow to the waist, a body in his arms.

There's no blood on Ser Hosteen Frey.

+.+.+

Another murder.

Snow slid from Ser Hosteen's cloaks as he stalked toward the high table, his steps ringing against the floor. A dozen Frey knights and men-at-arms entered behind him. One was a boy Theon knew—Big Walder, the little one, fox-faced and skinny as a stick. His chest and arms and cloak were spattered with blood.

Fox-faced Big Walder has splattered blood all over him.

+.+.+

The body in Ser Hosteen's arms sparkled in the torchlight, armored in pink frost. The cold outside had frozen his blood.

"My brother Merrett's son." Hosteen Frey lowered the body to the floor before the dais. "Butchered like a hog and shoved beneath a snowbank. A boy."

Little Walder's blood had frozen due to the cold.

How is there splattered blood all over Big Walder?

"Don't be stupid," his cousin said. "The sons of the first son come before the second son. Ser Ryman is next in line, and then Edwyn and Black Walder and Petyr Pimple. And then Aegon and all his sons."

"Ryman is old too," said Little Walder. "Past forty, I bet. And he has a bad belly. Do you think he'll be lord?"

"I'll be lord. I don't care if he is." - Bran V, ACOK

"Did you find your cousins, my lord?"

"No. I never thought we would. They're dead. Lord Wyman had them killed. That's what I would have done if I was him." - Reek III, ADWD

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Little Walder, thought Theon. The big one. He glanced at Rowan. There are six of them, he remembered. Any of them could have done this. But the washerwoman felt his eyes. "This was no work of ours," she said.

"Be quiet," Abel warned her.

She's not lying.

As much as I'd love to push a new theory, I think we all know Big Walder is the killer.

+.+.+

Lord Ramsay descended from the dais to the dead boy. His father rose more slowly, pale-eyed, still-faced, solemn. "This was foul work."

Does someone want to remind George that Little Walder was Walda's brother, and she should be reacting to his dead body.

+.+.+

For once Roose Bolton's voice was loud enough to carry. "Where was the body found?"

"Under that ruined keep, my lord," replied Big Walder. "The one with the old gargoyles." The boy's gloves were caked with his cousin's blood. "I told him not to go out alone, but he said he had to find a man who owed him silver."

Sure, repeat it.

Big Walder found the body first thing in the morning. Imagine that.

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"What man?" Ramsay demanded. "Give me his name. Point him out to me, boy, and I will make you a cloak of his skin."

"He never said, my lord. Only that he won the coin at dice." The Frey boy hesitated. "It was some White Harbor men who taught dice. I couldn't say which ones, but it was them."

The boy hesitates right before incriminating Wyman Manderly, known antagonizer of House Frey. Nicely done, kid.

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"My lord," boomed Hosteen Frey. "We know the man who did this. Killed this boy and all the rest. Not by his own hand, no. He is too fat and craven to do his own killing. But by his word." He turned to Wyman Manderly. "Do you deny it?"

The Lord of White Harbor bit a sausage in half. "I confess …" He wiped the grease from his lips with his sleeve. "… I confess that I know little of this poor boy. Lord Ramsay's squire, was he not? How old was the lad?"

Wyman definitely knew something about the boy, Little Walder was betrothed to Wylla Manderly.

Despite that motive, I don't think there's a single reason to believe Manderly did this.

+.+.+

"Nine, on his last nameday."

"So young," said Wyman Manderly. "Though mayhaps this was a blessing. Had he lived, he would have grown up to be a Frey."

Bwhahahahaha.

And he said mayhaps! Lmfao.

+.+.+

Ser Hosteen Frey ripped his longsword from its scabbard and leapt toward Wyman Manderly. The Lord of White Harbor tried to jerk away, but the tabletop pinned him to his chair. The blade slashed through three of his four chins in a spray of bright red blood.

How did he not die?

+.+.+

Up on the dais, Ramsay was arguing with his father.

For once Roose Bolton's voice was loud enough to carry. "Where was the body found?"

Lady Walda gave a shriek and clutched at her lord husband's arm. "Stop," Roose Bolton shouted. "Stop this madness."

Roose just doesn't seem like himself lately. He needs a nap.

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"I see you all want blood," the Lord of the Dreadfort said. Maester Rhodry stood beside him, a raven on his arm. The bird's black plumage shone like coal oil in the torchlight. Wet, Theon realized. And in his lordship's hand, a parchment. That will be wet as well. Dark wings, dark words. "Rather than use our swords upon each other, you might try them on Lord Stannis." Lord Bolton unrolled the parchment.

Arnolf Karstark informing the Boltons of Stannis Baratheon's whereabouts.

"Tell me, then. Where are these two trained to fly?"

Maester Tybald did not answer. Theon Greyjoy kicked his feet feebly, and laughed under his breath. Caught!

"Answer me. If we were to loose these birds, would they return to the Dreadfort?" The king leaned forward. "Or might they fly for Winterfell instead?" - Theon I, TWOW

Too bad Stannis knows they're coming.

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"His host lies not three days' ride from here, snowbound and starving, and I for one am tired of waiting on his pleasure. Ser Hosteen, assemble your knights and men-at-arms by the main gates. As you are so eager for battle, you shall strike our first blow. Lord Wyman, gather your White Harbor men by the east gate. They shall go forth as well."

We're saving the Night Lamp theory for Theon I TWOW (How did Theon chapters become harder than Bran's?), but I will say they're walking into a trap.

If the Freys are striking first, hopefully that means Team Manderly avoids falling into a lake.

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"Singer," he called, "come sing us something soothing." Abel bowed. "If it please your lordship."

[...]

Rowan grasped Theon's arm. "The bath. It must be now."

He wrenched free of her touch. "By day? We will be seen."

"The snow will hide us. Are you deaf? Bolton is sending forth his swords. We have to reach King Stannis before they do."

"But … Abel …"

"Abel can fend for himself," murmured Squirrel.

Rest in peace, Mance Rayder.

+.+.+

Squirrel slipped away, soft-footed as she always was.

Is she off to kill the queen?

No really, why is there an Arya wildling?

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Rowan walked Theon from the hall. Since she and her sisters had found him in the godswood, one of them had dogged his every step, never letting him out of sight. They did not trust him. Why should they? I was Reek before and might be Reek again. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with sneak.

Interesting, because the ghost of Winterfell seems to have stopped killing people.

+.+.+

Outside the snow still fell. The snowmen the squires had built had grown into monstrous giants, ten feet tall and hideously misshapen.

Someone please meta the evolution of the snowmen.

More snowmen had risen in the yard by the time Theon Greyjoy made his way back. To command the snowy sentinels on the walls, the squires had erected a dozen snowy lords. One was plainly meant to be Lord Manderly; it was the fattest snowman that Theon had ever seen. The one-armed lord could only be Harwood Stout, the snow lady Barbrey Dustin. And the one closest to the door with the beard made of icicles had to be old Whoresbane Umber. - The Turncloak, ADWD

Sentries crowded into the guard turrets to warm half-frozen hands over glowing braziers, leaving the wallwalks to the snowy sentinels the squires had thrown up, who grew larger and stranger every night as wind and weather worked their will upon them. Ragged beards of ice grew down the spears clasped in their snowy fists. - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

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Even the godswood was turning white. A film of ice had formed upon the pool beneath the heart tree, and the face carved into its pale trunk had grown a mustache of little icicles.

Apparently Bran's pulling a Sansa, and speedrunning puberty.

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"Winter is coming …"

Rowan gave him a hard look. "You have no right to mouth Lord Eddard's words. Not you. Not ever. After what you did—"

Does someone want to remind George the wildlings do not give a shit about kneelers and their house words.

(Yes, I'm aware of the Rowan Umber theory.)

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"You killed a boy as well."

"That was not us. I told you."

"Words are wind." They are no better than me. We're just the same. "You killed the others, why not him? Yellow Dick—"

"—stank as bad as you. A pig of a man."

"And Little Walder was a piglet. Killing him brought the Freys and Manderlys to dagger points, that was cunning, you—"

"Not us." Rowan grabbed him by the throat and shoved him back against the barracks wall, her face an inch from his. "Say it again and I will rip your lying tongue out, kinslayer."

Nothing in this chapter is worthy of an alarm, but I've already established a pattern, lol.

This is more ambiguous than I ever remembered.

"Kill me." There was more despair than defiance in his voice. "Go on. Do me, the way you did the others. Yellow Dick and the rest. It was you."

Holly laughed. "How could it be us? We're women. Teats and cunnies. Here to be fucked, not feared." - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

The wildlings never admit to killing the other men. They only deny killing a boy; that's not an admission of guilt for the others.

If the wildings did kill the men, and George was content with the reader knowing that, why did he leave room for doubt?

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Theon knew he should not goad her. In her own way, this one was as dangerous as Skinner or Damon Dance-for-Me. But he was cold and tired, his head was pounding, he had not slept in days.

I hear that's bad for your mental health, Theon Durden.

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"I have done terrible things … betrayed my own, turned my cloak, ordered the death of men who trusted me … but I am no kinslayer."

"Stark's boys were never brothers to you, aye. We know."

That was true, but it was not what Theon had meant. They were not my blood, but even so, I never harmed them. The two we killed were just some miller's sons. Theon did not want to think about their mother. He had known the miller's wife for years, had even bedded her. Big heavy breasts with wide dark nipples, a sweet mouth, a merry laugh. Joys that I will never taste again.

But there was no use telling Rowan any of that. She would never believe his denials, any more than he believed hers. "There is blood on my hands, but not the blood of brothers," he said wearily. "And I've been punished."

We revisit one of the bigger obstacles of the Theon Durden theory. If Theon is the Hooded Man, why did he call himself a kinslayer?

I admit the lengthy reflection on the miller's wife doesn't look good here, but I truly don't believe Theon is capable of killing children he suspects are his own.

I'll repeat what I said the last chapter. I think Theon subconsciously blames himself for Robb dying. He will call Robb his brother later in this chapter, and express regret over not being by his side.

And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy's loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

+.+.+

Foolish woman. He might well be a broken thing, but Theon still wore a dagger. It would have been a simple thing to slide it out and drive it down between her shoulder blades. That much he was still capable of, missing teeth and broken teeth and all.

We're soon going to learn Theon is capable of more than just stabbing.

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Reek might have done it. Would have done it, in hopes it might please Lord Ramsay. These whores meant to steal Ramsay's bride; Reek could not allow that. But the old gods had known him, had called him Theon. Ironborn, I was ironborn, Balon Greyjoy's son and rightful heir to Pyke. The stumps of his fingers itched and twitched, but he kept his dagger in its sheath.

Aww look at Bran subtly influencing the plot.

+.+.+

When Squirrel returned, the other four were with her: gaunt grey-haired Myrtle, Willow Witch-Eye with her long black braid, Frenya of the thick waist and enormous breasts, Holly with her knife. Clad as serving girls in layers of drab grey roughspun, they wore brown woolen cloaks lined with white rabbit fur. No swords, Theon saw. No axes, no hammers, no weapons but knives.

Jeyne will switch outfits with Squirrel.

I will let you decide whether this grey roughspun with a brown cloak meets girl in grey criteria.

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"Even if we do get past the guards, how do you mean to get Lady Arya out?"

Holly smiled. "Six women go in, six come out. Who looks at serving girls? We'll dress the Stark girl up as Squirrel."

Theon glanced at Squirrel. They are almost of a size. It might work. "And how does Squirrel get out?"

Of course the Arya wildling will pretend to be Arya.

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Squirrel answered for herself. "Out a window, and straight down to the godswood. I was twelve the first time my brother took me raiding south o' your Wall. That's where I got my name. My brother said I looked like a squirrel running up a tree. I've done that Wall six times since, over and back again. I think I can climb down some stone tower."

I don't understand what's happening here. What is with this girl?

+.+.+

They are doing it all wrong. Real serving girls were always teasing the potboys, flirting with the cooks, wheedling a taste of this, a bite of that. Rowan and her scheming sisters did not want to attract notice, but their sullen silence soon had the guards giving them queer looks. "Where's Maisie and Jez and t'other girls?" one asked Theon. "The usual ones."

"Lady Arya was displeased with them," he lied. "Her water was cold before it reached the tub last time."

Maisie Williams was hired August 7th, 2009. ADWD was released July 12, 2011.

I don't think that name is a coincidence, lol. George is cute.

+.+.+

The Frey men wore the badge of the two towers, those from White Harbor displayed merman and trident. They shouldered through the storm in opposite directions and eyed each other warily as they passed, but no swords were drawn. Not here. It may be different out there in the woods.

Please no. This is the one time I don't want any interference from House Manderly.

+.+.+

Theon led the way up the stairs. I have climbed these steps a thousand times before. As a boy he would run up; descending, he would take the steps three at a time, leaping. Once he leapt right into Old Nan and knocked her to the floor. That earned him the worst thrashing he ever had at Winterfell, though it was almost tender compared to the beatings his brothers used to give him back on Pyke. He and Robb had fought many a heroic battle on these steps, slashing at one another with wooden swords. Good training, that; it brought home how hard it was to fight your way up a spiral stair against determined opposition. Ser Rodrik liked to say that one good man could hold a hundred, fighting down.

That was long ago, though. They were all dead now. Jory, old Ser Rodrik, Lord Eddard, Harwin and Hullen, Cayn and Desmond and Fat Tom, Alyn with his dreams of knighthood, Mikken who had given him his first real sword. Even Old Nan, like as not.

NO.

No, okay? No. You're wrong. She was alive in A Feast For Crows! She could still be at the Dreadfort!

She's not dead until I see the body.

+.+.+

No day had dawned inside this room. Shadows covered all. One last log crackled feebly amongst the dying embers in the hearth, and a candle flickered on the table beside a rumpled, empty bed. The girl is gone, Theon thought. She has thrown herself out a window in despair.

Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Sansa went so far as to cross the bedchamber and throw open the shutters … but then her courage left her, and she ran back to her bed, sobbing. - Sansa VI, AGOT

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A tear ran down her cheek. "Tell him, you tell him. I'll do what he wants … whatever he wants … with him or … or with the dog or … please … he doesn't need to cut my feet off, I won't try to run away, not ever, I'll give him sons, I swear it, I swear it …"

Rowan whistled softly. "Gods curse the man."

"I'm a good girl," Jeyne whimpered. "They trained me."

Sorry about sharing that.

I wanted to quickly say I don't think Jeyne being pregnant serves the story at all. I can't stand that theory.

"Roose has trained you well." She left him there. - The Turncloak, ADWD

+.+.+

"Get her up, turncloak." Holly had her knife in hand. "Get her up or I will. We have to go. Get the little cunt up on her feet and shake some courage into her."

Was that necessary?

+.+.+

We are all dead, Theon thought. I told them this was folly, but none of them would listen. Abel had doomed them. All singers were half-mad.

Rhaegar shade!

+.+.+

In songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster's castle, but life was not a song, no more than Jeyne was Arya Stark. Her eyes are the wrong color. And there are no heroes here, only whores. Even so, he knelt beside her, pulled down the furs, touched her cheek. "You know me. I'm Theon, you remember. I know you too. I know your name."

In A Song of Ice and Fire, Theon helps save Jeyne.

+.+.+

Theon slipped his hand through hers. The stumps of his lost fingers tingled as he drew the girl to her feet. The wolfskins fell away from her. Underneath them she was naked, her small pale breasts covered with teeth marks. He heard one of the women suck in her breath.

I apologize again.

It's another Targaryen / Bolton parallel.

The queen had been cloaked and hooded as she climbed inside the royal wheelhouse that would take her down Aegon's High Hill to the waiting ship, but he heard her maids whispering after she was gone. They said the queen looked as if some beast had savaged her, clawing at her thighs and chewing on her breasts. - Jaime II, AFFC

+.+.+

Squirrel had stripped down to her smallclothes, and was rooting through a carved cedar chest in search of something warmer. In the end she settled for one of Lord Ramsay's quilted doublets and a well-worn pair of breeches that flapped about her legs like a ship's sails in a storm.

With Rowan's help, Theon got Jeyne Poole into Squirrel's clothes.

[...]

"I will be right beside you," Theon promised as Squirrel slipped into Lady Arya's bed and pulled the blanket up.

That's the last we'll see of Squirrel.

According to Ramsay she's dead.

If you want Mance Rayder back, come and get him. I have him in a cage for all the north to see, proof of your lies. The cage is cold, but I have made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell. - Jon XIII, ADWD

I guess we'll have to wait and see if Arya wildling is truly dead or managed to escape the castle. My gut tells me she got out. :)

+.+.+

But the guards outside were huddled by the doors, backs turned against the icy wind and blown snow. Even the serjeant did not spare them more than a quick glance. Theon felt a stab of pity for him and his men. Ramsay would flay them all when he learned his bride was gone, and what he would do to Grunt and Sour Alyn did not bear thinking about.

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The icy trenches rose around them, knee high, then waist high, then higher than their heads. They were in the heart of Winterfell with the castle all around them, but no sign of it could be seen. They might have easily been lost amidst the Land of Always Winter, a thousand leagues beyond the Wall.

THE CURTAIN OF LIGHT IS REAL.

Do you think this means Jon and Daenerys forge Lightbringer in the Lands of the Long Summer?

+.+.+

"Frenya, Holly, go with them," Rowan said. "We will be along with Abel. Do not wait for us." And with that, she whirled and plunged into the snow, toward the Great Hall. Willow and Myrtle hurried after her, cloaks snapping in the wind.

Quick rundown.

Squirrel was left in Jeyne's bed.

Frenya and Holly will die on the page.

We don't know if Rowan, Myrtle, and Willow survived.

Frenya and Holly dying and eventually being identified ensures Mance will be captured.

This is one of those situations where I'm not sure what I should be hoping for. Dead might be preferable. God help them if they were taken alive.

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Madder and madder, thought Theon Greyjoy. Escape had seemed unlikely with all six of Abel's women; with only two, it seemed impossible. But they had gone too far to return the girl to her bedchamber and pretend none of this had ever happened. Instead he took Jeyne by the arm and drew her down the pathway to the Battlements Gate. Only a halfgate, he reminded himself. Even if the guards let us pass, there is no way through the outer wall. On other nights, the guards had allowed Theon through, but all those times he'd come alone. He would not pass so easily with three serving girls in tow, and if the guards looked beneath Jeyne's hood and recognized Lord Ramsay's bride …

Did a single person think any of this through? Lol.

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"Reek, is that you?"

Yes, he meant to say. Instead he heard himself reply, "Theon Greyjoy. I … I have brought some women for you."

"You poor boys must be freezing," said Holly. "Here, let me warm you up." She slipped past the guard's spearpoint and reached up to his face, pulling loose the half-frozen scarf to plant a kiss upon his mouth. And as their lips touched, her blade slid through the meat of his neck, just below the ear. Theon saw the man's eyes widen. There was blood on Holly's lips as she stepped back, and blood dribbling from his mouth as he fell.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm picking up on a pattern here.

Osha slit Drennan's throat.

His throat had been opened ear to ear. A ragged tunic concealed the half-healed scars on his back, but his boots were scattered amidst the rushes, and his breeches tangled about his feet. - Theon IV, ACOK

Ygritte and knives.

"I'd cut his throat while he slept. You know nothing, Jon Snow." Ygritte twisted like an eel and wrenched away from him. - Jon V, ASOS

"I'm no crow wife!" Ygritte snatched her knife from its sheath. Three quick strides, and she yanked the old man's head back by the hair and opened his throat from ear to ear. - Jon V, ASOS

Val and knives.

If you force her to marry a man she does not want, she is like to slit his throat on their wedding night. - Jon I, ADWD

All the same, the wildling princess was not beloved of her gaolers. She scorned them all as "kneelers," and had thrice attempted to escape. When one man-at-arms grew careless in her presence she had snatched his dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the neck. - Jon III, ADWD

The spearwives and their knives.

If the man had touched Jeyne, she might have screamed. Then Holly would have opened his throat for him with the knife hidden up her sleeve. - Theon I, ADWD

Clad as serving girls in layers of drab grey roughspun, they wore brown woolen cloaks lined with white rabbit fur. No swords, Theon saw. No axes, no hammers, no weapons but knives. - Theon I, ADWD

And as their lips touched, her blade slid through the meat of his neck, just below the ear. - Theon I, ADWD

The point I'm trying to make is that none of the previous victims were stabbed or had their throat cut.

The Ryswell man-at-arms was thrown from the battlements.

The naked Frey squire died from exposure.

The Flint crossbowan was found in the stables with a broken skull.

Yellow Dick was found in a snowdrift with his penis cut off, and shoved into his broken mouth.

I've watched enough Criminal Minds to know none of this fits their pattern of criminal behaviour.

"These dead were all strong men," said Roger Ryswell, "and none of them were stabbed. The turncloak's not our killer." - A Ghost in Winterfell, ADWD

Looking back, I think that line was meant to cast doubt on the spearwives.

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The second guard was still gaping in confusion when Frenya grabbed the shaft of his spear. They struggled for a moment, tugging, till the woman wrenched the weapon from his fingers and clouted him across the temple with its butt. As he stumbled backwards, she spun the spear around and drove its point through his belly with a grunt.

Jeyne Poole let out a shrill, high scream.

+.+.+

On the drawbridge, Frenya stopped and turned. "Go on. I will hold the kneelers here." The bloody spear was still clutched in her big hands.

I have to keep highlighting these incredible women, but it still makes no sense why they're doing this.

+.+.+

Theon was staggering by the time he reached the foot of the stair. He slung the girl over his shoulder and began to climb. Jeyne had ceased to struggle by then, and she was such a little thing besides … but the steps were slick with ice beneath soft powdery snow, and halfway up he lost his footing and went down hard on one knee.

Theon's able to carry Jeyne up stairs in feet of snow and ice. I doubt Jeyne is any less than one hundred pounds.

He's not as weak as Barbrey Dustin thinks he is.

+.+.+

As he leaned up against a merlon, breathing hard, Theon could hear the shouting from below, where Frenya was fighting half a dozen guardsmen in the snow. "Which way?" he shouted at Holly. "Where do we go now? How do we get out?"

The fury on Holly's face turned to horror. "Oh, fuck me bloody. The rope." She gave a hysterical laugh. "Frenya has the rope." Then she grunted and grabbed her stomach. A quarrel had sprouted from her gut. When she wrapped a hand around it, blood leaked through her fingers. "Kneelers on the inner wall …" she gasped, before a second shaft appeared between her breasts. Holly grabbed for the nearest merlon and fell. The snow that she'd knocked loose buried her with a soft thump.

Shouts rang out from their left. Jeyne Poole was staring down at Holly as the snowy blanket over her turned from white to red.

Rest in peace, Frenya and Holly.

Quick question for the audience, did you prefer this or Theon throwing Miranda over the ramparts?

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The wind was howling, and he and the girl were trapped.

The crossbow snapped. A bolt passed within a foot of him, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Of Abel, Rowan, Squirrel, and the others there was no sign. He and the girl were alone. If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay.

Theon grabbed Jeyne about the waist and jumped.

He did it. He remembered his name.

Final thoughts:

Of course I would have to do Theon and locusts back-to-back. What did I expect?

I have a confession to make. Ever since Davos left the story, and Theon stopped being Reek, he's been my favourite POV.

Don't worry, I still hate him.

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#operation stumpy re-read #adwd #theon i #theon vii

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I've got a protagonist and an antagonist who are part of small rival kingdoms with their own armies. Guns and other such items don't exist (and I have a plausible explanation). They want to kill each other. How can I allow them to enter in combat with each other multiple times and have both of them walk away alive and able to fight another day (even if it takes a few months of recuperation) and still make it realistic? They're both trained in combat, one uses a spear and the other uses a sword. I need to keep them alive for Plot but also need them to fight for Plot and I don't know how to write them realistically fighting without dying. Also there's magic involved so healing is slightly less of a problem but necromancy doesn't exist.

So, something useful to remember about most feudal societies: There are much larger pressures acting upon the individual participants. You could have two kingdoms who want to eradicate one another, but, aren't able to because it would result in fatal reprisals from other powers.

Narratively, stories like this tend to operate in a bipolar structure (in this case, bipolar literally means that there are two relevant powers, your protagonist's faction or alliance, and those who they're arrayed against.) However, in many historical cases like this, there would be a wide array of other competing states (or kingdoms, if you prefer.)

The entire system maintained (relative) stability, because any aggressive action by one participant would leave them weakened and vulnerable to other nearby powers. In European history, this stability was further, “encouraged,” by the Roman Catholic church, whose scribes were often responsible for reading and writing the diplomatic missives sent between lords, with those communications not always, completely reflecting the original intent of their illiterate kings.

So, while full mobilization against a rival kingdom is an option, it's a very dangerous one, even if your king feels they're in a relatively strong position with their other neighbors.

And then they want to kill each other. This is pretty reasonable. However, it's very dangerous for your character.

There a lot of social structures in Medieval Europe were designed to keep anyone from killing the nobility. A bit part of that is the risk of reprisal from your neighbors, or a larger power. Defeating a hostile king on the battlefield would often see them captured and ransomed back to their relatives (or in some cases, simply held hostage for years because their relatives were happy with their new throne, and didn't want to cough up the cash to recover their lost lord.)

If your king wants to kill their rival, they're going to need a very good cover for that slaying, or they'll be branded as a kingslayer, and may face serious consequences, up to and including the loss of their title, excommunication, or a coalition of the dead king's relatives coming for them, with the assistance of other kings who aren't eager to be the next name on your character's hypothetical climb to the top.

Also, again, if we're using Medieval Europe, there are a lot relatives spread around. The nobility in Europe mingled and intermarried, creating a fairly complex web of different blood relations. So, while your character's rival may not have any relatives at home, it's quite possible that he'd have siblings and cousins in dozens of other nearby kingdoms, and potentially even be a blood relation of your characters as well.

There are exceptions to this, such as if they're a non-royal usurper, but in that case, they wouldn't have any protections, and your character would probably have a pretty easy time forming an impromptu alliance to stomp them out, before “restoring” someone with a legitimate claim to that throne. In that case, if their rival really was a peasant usurper, your character could probably get away with executing them on the battlefield with little fanfare. However, if they're actual nobility, even if their claim is shaky, that kind of a killing could have serious consequences.

So, the short version is, your character probably can't politically afford to kill their rival. It really is that simple, and they'd need to find a way to politically insulate themselves against the consequences, or make sure that their rival's death in battle looked like a normal casualty, and not a directed murder.

-Starke

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ANTONIA "NOMAD" PERRYMAN - THEN AND NOW

The left photograph was taken by Conray "Weaver" Ward at the start of Operation Kingslayer, circa 2019. Accompanying her is Rubio "Midas" Delgado and Dominic "Holt" Moretta. Nomad is 39 years old.

The right photograph was taken by Dominic "Holt" Moretta at the start of Operation Greenstone, circa 2025. Holt is the only named Ghost to accompany her after Weaver was declared K.I.A and Midas M.I.A. Nomad is 45 years old.

#txt #pic #my ocs #virtual photography #oooo lore ooooooughhh #sidenote can we talk abt how gorg she is

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Two years, she’d lived this way. Scraping by, meeting in the shadows, staging attacks on supply stores, intercepting information, and paying off the weak to divulge the secrets of the Archadian Empire. For two years, Princess Ashelia B’Nargin Dalmasca had been Amalia, the leader of the Resistance in Dalmasca’s Royal City of Rabanastre. Nothing remained of House Nabradia since Ashelia’s husband and his father the king were slain. So, too, did nothing remain of House Dalmasca since all eight of her brothers died fighting in the war and her own father was slain those two years ago... except for her.

She was the last of all of them, the last of the ancient King Raithwall’s descendants, and the last of those with the blood of the Dynast Kings. There was so much weight on her shoulders, and so much responsibility to take back what was stolen. The throne of Dalmasca did not belong to the Archadian Empire, much as they might like to believe it now did. Since her father’s assassination and the start of the Archadian occupation of Rabanastre, Ashelia had gone into hiding to protect herself. Not because she was afraid, or a coward, but because she was the last living person with any true claim to the throne. If anyone was going to take it back from the Archadians, it would have to be her.

But in wo years, she had gained very little ground at all. For every victory for the Resistance forces, there were two or three setbacks. For every three men or women who joined their cause, ten more were caught and hanged by the Archadian soldiers that permeated the city. King Raminas was long dead, most Dalmascans believed Ashelia was dead to, but... there was never a body found for her. And so, some had hope that she was alive somewhere. It was odd, to speak of herself, but she did it on an almost daily basis. Keeping hope alive for the masses was as important as attempting to sabotage the Archadians. Fortunately for her, most common folk didn’t know what she looked like up close, and so she had been able to operate clandestinely within the city in complete anonymity.

She never said much about herself to those she was in contact with, those who provided her with information about the movements and stakes of the Empire. Only that her name was Amalia. It had been her grandmother’s name, so she’d taken some comfort in it. Her persistence, determination, and passion to free Dalmasca from Imperial oppression had inspired many, and she was grateful to anyone who joined her cause. But... she’d gotten nearly nowhere. She needed help. The Resistance, as eager and brave as they were, were all farmers, artisans, family men and women who believed strongly enough to place their lives in danger and do the best they could to make a change for the better. They weren’t enough. And the one man she knew she could have depended on, the one who might have known what to do and been able to help Ashelia do it... was gone.

Basch fon Ronsenburg, Captain of the Royal Guard and of the Order of the Knights of Dalmasca, her dearest friend and mentor, had been tried and convicted of assassinating her father in cold blood as the capital was being invaded. He was a kingslayer and a traitor, everyone said, in league with the Archadians. Ashelia’s heart had broken to hear it, for she had loved him as a brother or uncle, certainly as a friend, for all her life. She’d trusted him, his honor, and his loyalty, beyond the shadow of any doubt. Those first few months were the darkest for her, mourning her father and nursing the stinging wound of Basch’s betrayal. And yet... her gut told her something was wrong. What had Basch gained by handing Dalmasca to the Archadians? By killing her father? Although he had not spoken of it in deep detail, Basch had told Ashelia of Landis, his homeland which had been not only conquered but destroyed and rendered barren by Archadian nethicite. He hated the Archadians. So why give them this victory? it made no sense to her.

Word traveled fast in Rabanastre, especially in Lowtown. Something Ashelia had heard from more than one source there was that Basch had claimed not only to be innocent at his trial, but to have been the victim of framing. He claimed... that his twin brother had done the deed, not him. Most had thought it the pathetic attempt of a condemned man to explain eyewitness accounts that described him as having slain the old king, for they saw his face. Even Vossler Azelas, Basch’s second in command, attested to this. But Ashelia had never liked Vossler. Something about the man made her feel uncomfortable, and for Basch to claim such a wild thing as being framed by an identical twin - one he’d never mentioned ever to her - was outlandish and unlike him enough for her to believe it might actually be true. The idea of his innocence despite a swift guilty verdict, conviction, and death sentence had haunted her.

Except... that it had never happened. Basch’s execution was supposed to take place for all to see in the capital square, an example made and a deterrent to all future would-be traitors... ironically to the Empire now, not to Dalmasca. Ashelia had spent weeks attempting to prepare herself emotionally to see her closest friend die, someone she had learned so much from and whose sword lessons had saved her life once she went into hiding. But it never happened. There was no execution, no further mention of Basch from the Archadians, and although the people of Rabanastre expressed their lingering anger at him in passing every now and then, he just seemed to have disappeared. Ashelia wanted to know why, because if Basch was innocent, then she would still trust him absolutely, and he was exactly the sort of help he needed to take back the throne.

“Post this for me will you, Eldin, will you please?” Ashelia - no, Amalia - asked the barkeep in a tavern located in a particularly bustling section of Lowtown. This area was known to be flooded with people looking for work... and even more willing to pay for it. She smiled, hoping he wouldn’t give her too much trouble.

“Ah, you know I can’t get involved in your particular matters,” Eldin said, a middle-aged yet spry man who seemed to know everything about everybody in Lowtown and beyond. He knew much of the Resistance, and would help them well enough, but not outwardly.

“This isn’t official business, it’s... for a personal matter,” Ashelia said. It wasn’t truly a lie. She pushed the parchment notice closer to him.

Eldin sighed. “Nope. Sorry. Can’t do it. I’ve got to watch my back, you know.”

Ashelia reached into a little pouch on her belt and pulled out three coins, placing them on the bar. Everyone had a price, and she knew Eldin’s.

He grinned and took the coins. “But suddenly I’m feeling a bit brave and willing to stick my neck out for a lovely lady like you.”

“Mm,” Ashelia said, smirking and shaking her head at him. “Thanks a lot, Eldin. I’ll be in the inn ‘cross the way ‘til tomorrow.” It had taken her a while to emulate common speech, but it had been a necessary skill. Her own proper words would have given her away as something other than a Resistance leader.

He nodded and emerged from behind the bar to post the notice she had given him. He did so in a place that would be seen by most who came in for a drink or a meal and sat at any table. “Wanted:,” it read. “Capable and driven warrior to accompany one on her potentially dangerous quest. Hired party can expect investigative work as well as bodyguard duties. Will pay by the day for time, supplies, food, and other expenses. Inquire at the Guilded Cactuar Inn. Ask for Amalia.”

#halcyonights #side muse: ashelia #{ for dalmasca } ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

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Call Sign: TERROR

Name: CLASSIFED Hair: ASH BLONDE W/ HINTS OF SILVER

Age: 25 Eyes: HETEROCHROMIA; LEFT - GREEN RIGHT - BROWN

Height: 5’0” Language(s): ENGLISH, GERMAN, MINIMAL RUSSIAN

Birthday: CLASSIFIED Unit: UNKNOWN

FILE REVIEW:

-Disobeys Orders given by Commanding Officers; Warned multiple times

-Laughed in the face of Squad leader when ordered to transport supplies; said, “I didn’t join the force just to be used as a pack mule.”

-Constantly disposed of issued weapons to use enemy arms

-Threatens squad mates with knives; laughs when they run calling them, “Pussies”

-Held dummy grenade inside bunker yelling, “ITS GONNA BLOW”

-Pulled pin off live grenade with teeth, proceeded to throw it followed by with a, “YEET BITCH”

-Seen straddling PT instructor with hands around their neck

-Refuses to see medic when severely injured

The list goes on, almost 3 pages full. The file had no photo attached, causing Laswell to look at Price quizzically.

“You sure you can trust this one, John?”

“I’ve heard stories, what’s the harm? They’re good at what they do…when they do it, that is.”

Price takes a sip of his hot tea, going back over the group he chose to form his group; Task Force 141.

He didn’t know what he signed up for when requesting Terror be transferred to the force, he was actually kind of nervous. He knew Ghost and Soap were reckless at times, but Terror? A whole new breed. He honestly wanted to see how Ghost would react; would he try to murder you? Or would he join your antics?

The day came where it was time to reconcile with the new squad. Terror was never able to meet a neutral ground with any force they were a part of, so when arriving at base of operations for the marines, the facial expression on Terror was nothing short of distaste. Rolling eyes, trudging towards the aircraft in which the new future began, they stopped when seeing 2 oddly unique characters next to each other.

“Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah L.T? Save ya a seat, sir.” The heavy Scottish accent made its way to Terror’s ear, before they looked over at the taller figure in the Skull mask. A hard sigh exhales from Terror before both the Masked man and Terror let out a synchronized phrase.

“Fucking Hell.”

Terror, albeit a bit ruthless, is a hard working soldier. Just don’t get in their way. Ever.

Terror has many scars decorating their body. Arms covered in slashes and bullet grazes, as well as their face. Granted their face is less scarred than the rest, as they wear a mask covering the lower half of their face. The scars that littered the face were due to a hand-to-hand combat in which the enemy pulled out their knife, catching Terror off guard.

Cut down left eye tracing all the way down onto the neck, slicing over the cheek, lips, until stopping just above the collarbone. Terror has been shot multiple times; stomach, arms, legs. How they are still alive is beyond everyone.

When doing their job, Terror is quite the kingslayer. Can easily evade sniper scopes due to small height, and can easily sneak up on enemies and execute them. If they are compromised by a teammate, they get very angry and will do anything to try and steal kills from whoever did it. Sniping? Terror will kill them before you aim down scope. Reaching for a frag? Terror already threw one.

Terror insults anybody and everybody, no matter if you did anything or not. They claim it's their way to “lighten up the mood”. Always insults people’s height, despite being the shortest one on units.

Has earned many nicknames like, “Spitfire”, “Squeaks”, “Hussy”, just to name a few. Many unit members disliked Terror due to the unhinged traits they had, but almost all of them respected Terror. They have never seen anyone escape from an ambush as unscathed as Terror was.

The way Terror walks is menacing. Feet stomp when upset and in need of someone to spar to release stress. Usually the victim is whoever Terror grabs a hold of by their vest or collar and physically drags them. The strength baffles everyone, since Terror is quite literally the tiniest chap they’ve seen.

Welcome to the 141, Sergeant.

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Superman can wear an L on his chest, instead of a Slutty Skirt and Starbucks Cool Whip. So I'm just gonna dip this Universe into a few Fiery Hell Awesomesauce. And remember not to add too many Liquids or ur Chipotle will fall apart like a Stalker at Walmart after somebody kicked his Ladder down. Actually I think Silver Surfer is a Silver Spoon, and Galactus scoops Fajitas while in the Banana Boat of a Banana Split Sunday. Definitely not Chipotle!! You got nothing on my Incursion. Keep the sauce on the outside Bitches. The Living Tribunal has 3 Mouths. 11. .... The Talking Chipotle... Halo Wars style: Little mini Arbiter awwwwwww, Little mini Atriox I AM ATRIOX, Look at em go to town with their Napalm awwww, it's like MEGATRON when he's like Decepticons, I have located the Autobots, Starscream go fetch me some ice cream. Or them little Small Soldiers,,, Major Chip Hazard: Commando Elite, let the first shot be fired! Search out the Gorgonites, and frag 'em all! Major Chip Hazard: It's a small world after all. Chip Hazard: Soldiers, no poor sap ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by being all that he can be. Damn the torpedoes, or give us death. Chip Hazard: We're nothing alike. You are programmed to lose! - Archer: I'm also programmed to learn. - Chip Hazard: Too bad you never learned to win. . . . All Warfare should be BLITZKRIEG Fast like an RTS, like Halo Wars. The thing about the little Armies of this here Earth 91, it's Best to take your time Manufacturing All your Arsenal and Provisions. The First Strike should Feel to the Enemy like an Eternal FLURRY. Or a Juggernaut Searing Laser. One Tsunami Wave of 9 Teeth to Wash Them All Away. One GEAR to Tear down all their Engines. Why is BIG BOSS lighting his Cigar already? Because Winning is like Breathing to Him. .... RIOT!!!... I'VE GOT SHIT YOU'VE NEVER SEEN!... Red Harvest Million 001. Simplest Harvest ever. Death Star. Oh, I'm afraid the Deflector Shields will be quite operational when your friends arrive. Jeez, u ain't gotta be a Dick about it. Obliteration. Oh nooo. Oh nooo. Oh nooo. No no no is no. Red Harvest Million 002. Laser Warfare. Use our Super Satellites to Eradicate all the Enemy's Satellites with 1-5 Satellites that are equipped with Giant Lasers that can Target them all in 1 Multi-Shot. Lasers are always best for Space Warfare. Then use those same Satellites to rendezvous over their territory. Jacinto Bitches!! Lay down the Hammer of Dawn Smack Down over the Enemy. Just like the Death Star, just more Surgical. Red Harvest Million 003. Teleporting Kingslayer Doomsday Kamikaze Living Bombers. Use Many, perhaps 100. They shall Travel and Teleport as 1 Hive Force, and Detonate simultaneously, Targeting major Cities, Generals, Nobles, Sovereigns, like 100 Bombs going off at the same time all over the Country, Rinse and Repeat. Teleporting to their next 200th Destinations, 300th, 400th etc. They are not True Kamikaze cuz they are like Doomsday, or perhaps they're charged with Juggernaut Particles. More like their genes are Spliced with Juggernaut Particles. They are Living Ticking Time Bombs. They Explode and simply move on to the next Destination. This type of Combat is Speed Demon BLITZKRIEG Fast, and you can Level a Small Country in a matter of Minutes. Red Harvest Million 004. Seismic Tectonic Acupuncture. Drill with Nuclear Powered Engine Time Crystal Coated Giant

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Ghosts pt. 3. Skulls PoV.

Chaper 1

Skulls Point Of View, a Stake out 2 weeks into Operation Kingslayer.

It was hotter than usual in Bolivia, and more humid than when they landed 7 days ago. Sweat beaded around his forehead, and he thanked god he wore a beanie to help keep it out of his eyes. He and his partner, Daemon, were sat in a run down 3 story rooming house. It was gutted save for the walls. No windows and only two exits on the main floor. A front door and a back door. For good measure, they blocked the front entrance that was street level.

They had been at this location for about 36 hours. They slept in shifts, and it was his turn to keep watch. They waited outside of a known location for the head of security of the Santa Blanca Cartel El Muros younger half brother, La Plaga. La Plaga can thank his postition to his older half brother. They needed La Plaga to shake down and get his older brothers location to them. They needed to bring down Security for the Cartel. As it was, it was hard to get anywhere in Bolivia. Santa Blanca had a near choke hold on Bolivia, and they were nearly there in creating a rouge state. So getting Security down would be a huge hit to the Cartels efforts in seizing Bolivia for themselves.

He glanced weary eyed outside the window that faced the cartel owned building, watching anyone who walked in and out. So far, it was just thugs, armed young highered guns, looking to make a name for themselves in a harsh country. Skull sighed heavy, as he rubbed the back of his neck. They didn't have a cushy bed inside this run down complex they had be staked out in. They used their backpacks as pillows to sleep. He tried to rub out the kink in his neck and when that didn't work, he tried to strech it. This was part of the job he hated. These long stake outs waiting around for the guy they wanted. Or anyone who could give them the intel they needed.

A slight shuffle snapped his attention back wide awake, and he glanced over to his partner, who turned to face him as she was laying down. Her eyes, glossed over from sleeping, met his. "Good morning sunshine" she said, groggily. She signed heavy through her mouth as she sat up right. His eyes followed her movements as she sat directly up right. Her hair was slightly messy, and her warpaint was smudged around the edges. He continued to watch her stretch out any kinks she may have awoken with. "Man, I hate this part of the job." Her voice was quiet. He smiled, almost seemingly like she read his mind. She wouldn't have seen it as he wore his mask with his goggles.

She scooched over on her butt to sit beside him. He didn't move a muscle as he felt her slide in and lean on him. She was touching his side with hers, pressed up almost uncomfortably close to him, but he didn't budge. He just kept staring out the window as he felt her pressure at his side. He felt his heart rate spike a bit, but he managed to get it under control. He hoped she didn't notice how rigid he became.

"I feel like I already know the answer, but anything happen at all while I was asleep?" Her breathing was soft, and comforting as he thought of his response.

"No. Nothing." He always tried to keep his responses short and sweet. She sighed very slightly through her nose.

"Well, this part of the job is never fun. I'd much rather just go in there and get the bastard." She spoke, a smile could be heard in her voice. He finally looked back at her, and he didn't realise she had been staring at him. With how close her face was, he could almost see his relfection in her chocolate brown eyes. Suddenly, he felt much hotter than he was a few seconds ago. This time his heart rate spiked, and he had much more trouble bringing it down. Her face dropped slightly at his reaction. Her brow furrowed very slightly as she spoke, "What? Something wrong?" She was very perceptive, and now he was kicking himself internally for giving himself away. "No, its nothing. Just hot." He said gruffly, quickly looking away. He cursed at himself in his head, 'Stop being fucking stupid. What's your deal?' He scolded himself.

She laughed slightly as she nudged him. The sudden movement made him wide eyed. Was she playing with him? During a stake out mission? Who is this girl? "Oh relax man, you're so tense. Do you need a neck rub?" She laughed very softly once more. The sound of her laugh once again made his heart rate flutter, and he couldn't help but wonder what his problem was. As he was getting lost in his thoughts, the sound of heavily armoured trucks could be heard pulling up.

At the same time, both he and her snapped on their knees and turned to face the window. The moment, what ever it was, was gone. They both leaned on either side of the widow, grasping their custom rifles. Daemon attached a silencer to hers, while Skull looked on with his binoculars.

"Two trucks, both armed to the teeth, each have about 5 armed men. " He spoke without breaking his gaze. "Our guy there?" Daemon spoke methodically as she clicked on the suppressor with satisfiying 'clunk'.

Skull continued to survey, waiting for the trucks to fully empty. Thats when a young sharp dressed man stepped out the back of the second truck. He had on a black bronco cowboy hat with studs, and a black tailored suit. Skull smiled under his mask. "Got 'im, that's our guy." He said, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. He glanced over at Daemon, and his enthusiam was met with hers. "Ready when you are." She spoke, aiming her gun out the window. At this close range, she was a sure shot at hitting anyone.

He thought back to a few days ago when he went in to take the intel on this location out from another building in another province. She insisted on watching the perimeter while he went in to grab the intel they needed off a security laptop. She was able to keep cartel gaurds pinned down while watching his entrance and exit, taking down anyone who apporached. He was able to get in and out in less than a minute thanks to her watch. She was an amazing shot, even if she didn't have high ground.

She and him glanced at eachother and this time his smile must've been noticable, because she smiled back at him. His eyes must've given him away. He felt a flush of colour spread across his face, and he turned his attention back to the armoured vehicles. There, they needed to get La Plaga alone.

"Okay, same as last time. You give me cover, I'll run in a grab the guy." Skull spoke with such conviction, it was hard to argue. Daemon glanced over to him, and he met her gaze with determination. She nodded once, signaling she understood what he wanted. She returned her gaze over to the cartel gaurds. Skull smilled, and he got to his feet and started down the stairs. The rush he started feeling in his chest built up, and he felt a certain giddiness he only got while doing missions with this part in them. That rush of dread or excitment, or even maybe both at the same time. He flew down the stairs two at a time, gripping his hand gun with his right hand. His left ran along the wall to stable himself. Once he reached what seemed like a kitchen, the skin was ripped out of the wall, he crouched by the back door.

He spoke softly, nearly above a whisper. "Daemon, heading out the back door. Gimme a shout when you see our target move." He started to crouch walk as fast as his legs would carry him, and he stepping back out into the sun. Of course it would have to be during the day this asshole shows up. Couldn't have been at night with little light. He slowed to a stop at the edge of the complex. Across the street he could see the cartel guys escorting their target inside the building. "Okay, on my mark." Came Daemon in his headset. And very faintly, he heard a shot. It came mostly from her end of the mic. Instantly, across the street, he saw under the trucks one man drop. The rest didn't even notice. As soon as he was clear, Skull ran across the street and stopped behind the last truck. He then got on his stomach, and army crawlled directly under it. He was close enough he could smell the last man's blood spilling from the back of his neck.

He glanced over, and thought'…fuck. Shes a nasty shot' with admiration. He glanced back, and once again Daemon spoke into the intercom "Mark." And once again, she dropped the second last guy. This time, Skull waited. He noticed one guy who stopped when the second man dropped, and before he could turn around, Daemon fired a round from her rifle right at his temple. She didn't have time to say Mark, but Skull knew she knew what she was doing. After that, The rest became alerted, and Skull began to hear Daemon firing shots left and right. One more dropped before the rest, including La Plaga, ducked behind any cover they could squeeze behind. Before they were able to, skull managed to fire a few rounds from his hand gun into the legs of two others. In the matter of less than two minutes, 6 gaurds dropped like that.

"LA PLAGA, COME OUT AND WE LET THE REST OF YOUR TEAM LIVE!" Skull shouted. He continued "SIX DOWN, FOUR LEFT. I GOT EYES ON YOU FROM EVERY ANGLE!" His voice boomed, that even Daemon didn't need her mic on to hear him clear as day. Skulls voice was powerful, and even though he spoke so softly most of the time, when he wanted to, he could shout. Skull stayed under the truck, on his side as much as he was able to, pointing his hand gun in the direction of where La Plaga ran behind. A silent moment passed, and Skull never broke his stance. He gripped it with both hands tightly. He could hold that gun steady for hours. The sweat ran down his back, making him itch, but still, he didn't dare move. "LAST CHANCE PUTO, EITHER SURRENDER, OR YOU AND YOUR TEAM DIES HERE AND NOW!" Skull shouted, with the same power as before. He waited all of 10 seconds before he could hear slight mumbling.

"Pinche puto, I hope you are getting paid alot!" Came a voice from behind the contrete pillar La Plaga was hiding behind. Then, with La Plaga ending his sentace, the four gaurds all stood up firing at the truck Skull was hiding under. Instinctivly, he covered his face and head with his arms, rolling back onto his stomach and crawling desperately out of the hailing gun fire. He heard a shot hit close to him, and thought he felt something like a bite on his side, he chocked it up to sliding on a rock from under the truck. Shot's started firing off as Daemon returned fire. She hit another two before the others ducked behind new cover. Skull got up to his feet, but remained as crouched as he could behind the truck he was just under. Suddenly, he felt a sharp intense pain shoot up his side. "ARRGHHH!" He cried out through grit teeth. He claspsed his left hand on his left side, just below his rib cage. He was hit. "Daemon, I'm bleeding…!" He spoke, his once booming strong voice was quiet and quivering from pain. He reached down to his left side and clasped the wound with his left hand. Then he pulled his shaking hand away to reveal he was infact bleeding. He fell to one knee, and leaned against the truck for support.

"Skull! Pull back!" Daemon rang through his headset. "N-negative, we need him!" He responded, more determination returning to his voice. He glanced through one open eye in Daemons direction, and he could see slight movement. She said nothing on the comms, no aruging. She knew as well as him they needed him alive for the information he knew. Through clenched teeth, he sucked in air quickly as he stood up leaning against the truck. He grit his teeth and he groaned slightly, as he turned and held position behind the truck. He pointed his gun, and the pain shot up his side once more. The feeling of blood soon running down his side and his upper thigh.

"YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE ASSHOLE. I'M COMING FOR YOU!" Skull shouted with as much force as he could. Daemon then started raining cover fire from his back, hitting the spots where La Plaga and his last two men were hiding. Without thinking, Skull sprinting as fast as he could over, covering the 30 foot distance nearly instantly.

As he rounded the corner, the hail of bullets stopped from Daemon, and Skull grabbed the first gun he saw as fast as he could. He grabbed the barrel of the first gaurds gun, ripping it from his grasp, and in nearly the same movement, he whacked the gaurd as hard as he could with the rifles butt. Faster than the gaurd could fall he fired a round from his handgun into the mans skull. He did all that without breaking his stone cold gaze on La Plaga. His brows furrowed into a fury on his face. The only thing the last gaurd and La Plaga saw was Skull looking anrgy. Before the last gaurd could react, he fell limp. Daemon had jumped from the 3 story window and sprinted across the street as fast as she could run. She then pulled out her hand gun and popped the last gaurd in the head. Now, it was just the three of them. Skull held his stance, adreneline kicking in as he walked without so much as a limp.

"I told you, you were coming with us La Plaga." Skull then used the same gun he hit the gaurd with, and swung it with one arm at La Plaga, hitting his stomach. La Plaga gasped out a pained groan as he was hit, the sound of a gurgle coming from his mouth. Daemon flinched slightly at the hit. Skull then glanced at Daemon who was now standing behind La Plaga, and he nodded very slightly at her. She took that as the okay for her to apprahend him now. "Don't move asshole. " She said through grit teeth. She then kicked out one of his knees, and grabbed his arm by the elbows, and locked them behind him. She held them both with one arm, and she pulled out a zip tie. With her free hand, she slipped the zip tie around La Plagas wrists tightly, nearly cutting his skin with the hard black platic strip. Skull was impressed watching her work. She knew what she was doing with this.

"Ay! No need to be so rough gringos." La Plaga gasped out after recovering from Skulls whack of the gun. Skull then suddenly gasped out. He fell slightly off balance, and leaned against the conrete slab they caught La Plaga from. The pain from the through and through he had, was starting to kick up. He dropped the dead gaurds gun, and grasped at his side once more. Daemon then looked up as she had La Plaga sit on the ground. She rushed over to his side, and threw Skulls free arm around her shoulders. She then leaned him against her. He allowed her to take some of his weight, she held him as stead as she could. La Plaga smiled at Skulls pain. "Ha! thats what you fucking get!" he spat, sitting on the ground. Skull then reared up and kicked him swiftly, and roughly. La Plaga cried out in pain. "Shut it puto! On your feet!" Skull still had his hand gun in his free hand, and he pointed it at La Plaga. With La Plaga captured, the mission was a success. The radio'd for there people to meet them at a handoff point 200m outside of the facility they were at.

Daemon marched La Plaga forward by hilding a gun to his head, while also taking on the weight of her partner, who was now bleeding all over herself and himself. All three of them found a vehicle and decided it was easier to just hijack that and drive the 200m's. None of them spoke, with La PLaga in the Passenger seat and skull laying down in the back applying pressure to his wound. "Okay, theres the chopper" Came Daemons voice, cutting through the silence. She glanced back through her rear view mirror at Skull, who laid there with his eyes closed in silent pain. She didn't want to ask him to move, so she handled the trade off at the chopper.

She stopped the truck and got out of it, marching quickly around the front of the car to La Plaga's side. She then swing the door open fast, and grabbed La Plaga out with one arm. "Move, you're highness" She spoke sharply. Just as quickly as she opened the door, she slammed it shut, the sound ringing in Skulls ears. He could hear muffled talking and such from the back of the seat where he laid down. But it was also hard to make out what was being said, as his heart was pounding in his ears. The pain was becoming a little unbareable, and he wondered if he pushed himself by running around the way he did earlier. Waves of pain crashed over him like the ocean on a rocky cliff. He inhaled sharply through his teeth once in a while, trying to will away the stinging.

The front door suddenly opened, as Daemon returned. "Okay, lets get you back to HQ. I can patch you up there." Skull only managed to let out a small groan, as she started up the truck they were in, and drove with a little more reckless abandon than before. They were about 15 minutes out from HQ, and Skull could see the dark spots clouding his periferal vision. They threated to consume his vision, causing him to black out. Daemon must've been keeping an eye on him when she spoke next "Hey. Stay with me bud, we're almost there. You'll be feeling better soon I promise. Just a little longer." Her voice was starting to sound distant, like in a far away cave. His eyes fluttered, as he faught to stay conscious.

"…Daemon…any chance you can….drive…faster?" He spoke weakly. his breath becoming shawllow. Maybe the wound was more severe than either of them thought. He could hear Daemon drop her foot down on the gas, as the car jolted forward. The sound of car horns trailed behind them. "Five minutes out, just stay with me longer. Talk to me." Daemon spoke, sounding very worried.

"…About…what?" Skull said weakly, his voice sounded ragged and dry. His breath was hallow, and the blackness surrounding his vision was invading. "Daemon….You're an amazing shot…You know that?" Skull spoke nearly abover a whisper. Suddenly, the truck jerked to a stop, almost tossing Skull off the back seat and on to the floor. Daemon jumped out of the car without shutting her door, and yanked open the door to the back. "Here, gimme your hand!" She reached out, and he weakly grabbed at it. She then yanked him as quickly and as gently as she could. He yelped in pain as she tugged him out of the back of the truck. She managed to get him on his feet, and she hoisted his arm over her shoulder. This time, he let more of his weight bare down on her. She huffed under his massive body. He was atleast a foot taller than her, and mustve been about 210 in muscle. She managed to hoist him, and took the brunt of his weight on her, and still walked as fast as she could carrying him while he struggled to walk up right.

She kicked open the cabin door, and then the door to the bedroom. She then unceremoniously dumped him on the bed. He yelped as he hit the bed, hissing through his teeth struggling to keep his eyes open. His head spun, like he was drunk, and he could only feel the pain in his side. He groaned and squirmed under the weight of her putting pressure where he was shot.

"D-daemon…Please….Be gentle." He whimpered. He then looked her in the eyes and whispered "…This is my first time…" before fully nodding off. The last thing he remembered was Daemon shouting his name, as the world went quiet and dark.

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