Thursday

The Medellin Part 5


Ich bin der Hammer, der Dolch, die Sichel, die alles niedermaht. Totentanz repeated his personal mantra to himself as he slew a second of the drug lord’s novas before he could finish his speech.
“We were the ones that hired you!” cried Lehrder, “You’ve walked right into my trap.”
“Yo, we know,” replied Pig Iron. Not very eloquent, but his raw power could not be denied.
Totentanz and Pig Iron began the battle in earnest. The drug cartel’s novas were too raw, and the hired mercenaries now too scared to put up much of a fight. Even with the odds at 3 to 1 before counting the remaining baselines, the two hardened elites wouldn’t have much trouble here. Hopefully Violet Lotus was learning something on her first mission; at least she had managed to not get herself killed.
Following their orders, they allowed those that fled to escape. The survivors would spread their fear to their companions. As would Gaal and Najarian, the two cameramen in invisibility suits that Violet had dropped off with Totentanz. They had jumped at the chance to film something that Utopia wouldn’t get to edit first. After seeing it, no one would be foolish enough to try and trick DeVries again for some time.

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