Thread: New Orders (Razgriz x moonlit raven)

Little did Sayori know that this assailant wasn't her killer, but her guardian angel though when she would meet him, it was doubtful she'd like him very much at first. Marcus finally reached the compound they would be expecting him to try and come in from the front, despite the fact the gates were closed and completely unscalable. Fear did weird things to people however, these were things Marcus could exploit. He reached a wall where he could easily climb. Putting the combat knife in his mouth, he used the creeping thick bunches of vines as ropes to help him ascend the jagged surface. Once up top, he silently braced himself and looked down for targets. The idiots never once looked up he eventually found one sitting right beneath him. He quickly dropped down and plunged his knife into the man's neck, causing his blood to fountain out from his severed jugular. He then finished him with his pistol, the gun giving a quiet Tsu! as it was fired. Unfortunately, several of the guards must have heard him drop one of them cried out Aqui! Aqui! Here! Here! and footsteps could be heard as they came to investigate. Marcus ducked behind one of the crates just as the soldiers arrived one of them must have examined the body and saw the wounds, for another then spoke, obviously choked up with tears, Esta muerto. Vaya con Dios, mijo He's dead. Rest in Peace, my son . Another then said quite fearfully, Quien hace todo este? Esta persona......Tiene que ser la Parca! Mataranos a todos! Who's doing all this! This person....he has to be the Grim Reaper! He'll kill us all! A slap was heard the crying soldier then said in a gruff, Calmate, hombre! Los Dioses caen tambien......incluyendo los Dioses de la muerte. Mataremos a el, puedes estar seguro de ese. Calm yourself, man! Gods fall too.....including the gods of death. We will kill him, you can be sure of that. The soldier then cried in English, his voice heavy with a Columbian accent, Where are you, you fucking bastard?! You killed my son, now face me so that I may kill you! He then yelled Don't just stand there, idiots! Spread and find him! But leave him alive! I want his head! Marcus stayed silent, thinking only to himself You worked for a murdering scumbag, you deserve to know the pain of loss. Marcus unhooked one of the flashbang grenades from his chest bandolier unhooking the pin with his teeth, he chucked toward the soldiers. The grenade detonated in a blinding explosion of light and sound, several pained cries were heard by the unsuspecting soldiers. Marcus then ran over to El Diablo's corpse while the soldiers were distracted he'd last seen the girl be concealed under the corpse and hoped she just stayed there. BUt, that would not be the case. God fucking dammit, why can't they just stay put? he growled he'd find her later. Little did he know she was behind the crate to his right if she peeked out, she'd see a faceless man covered in moss-like material who clearly wanted these soldiers dead. And if she was smart, she'd stay out of his way. Now he had some soldiers to exterminate. He grabbed the light machine gun El Diablo carried he found its drum mag to be full at 75 rounds. Perfect. He then cried out after he readied the machine gun, Hey, assholes! Come and get me! A few charged out in the open despite warnings from others they were soon riddled with bullet holes as the weapon discharged. I'm gonna find you and shit down your throat, vato! he heard the crying soldier bellow. Marcus didn't respond as he moved up, dropping the light machine and re-drawing his pistol. He picked up El Reys's handgun and stuffed it into his chest strap. After a few moments and erratic bursts of suppressed and unsuppressed gunfire, nine of the remaining lay dead on the ground, holes in their foreheads and chest and slash and stab wounds along their necks and torsos. The final soldier came out his face was one of disgust. You disgusting bastard, look at what you've done! These men had families, wives, children, loved ones! And you just gunned them down in cold blood! They served El Rey to provide for their families, to make their lives better! Marcus was stone-dead silent, his mask covering his expressionless face this man chewing him out had no idea what loss was, even with his son. No, Marcus just stood there, glaring at the man from beneath the confines of his Ghillie hood. Nothing to say, puto? Well, let me make sure you never say anything ever again! The soldier raised his gun to fire however, Marcus was a much faster shot and pumped several very silent pistol shots into the man's legs and arms. The soldier fell over, dropping his gun and crying in pain. Marcus then strolled over, walking silently and without saying a word, holstering the suppressed M9 and drawing out El Rey's gold-plated Desert Eagle. The soldier peered up at Marcus, groaning and twisting slightly as he tried to move. However, his limbs no longer worked and it wasn't long before he went still and just stared at Marcus. Marcus then pointed the gun at the soldier ironic that one so devoted to El Rey would fall to the gun the fat bastard carried. The soldier smiled and started laughing maniacally for some weird reason Marcus then pulled the trigger, the final shot ringing out loudly and reverberating for longer than usual. It was as if nature was commerating the tremendous victory however, Marcus felt no joy, no reconciliation. Nope, it was just another pawn in the game that was knocked off life's chessboard. Holstering the gold-plated weapon again, he reached down for his radio and said rather flatly, Big Papa, this is Hawkeye. Confirmed kills of El Rey and El Diablo, all hostiles eliminated. The stupid girl ran off somewhere, now I need to go find her. Again, over. Roger, Hawkeye. Good job out there. But if I may say, if you weren't such a ruthless, cold-heareted bastard, the ladies might actually want to stay close, over. Marcus desperately wanted to tell this guy to shove it however, he would do that later. Copy that, Big Papa. When's extraction due, this jungle heat is fucking unbearable, over? ETA twenty minutes. Try to hang in there. Don't forget the pics, over. Solid copy. Hawkeye out. Marcus then meandered over to the corpse and pulled out a very small camera after taking some snaps of the two bodys, Marcus took a ring as additional proof that this was indeed El Rey. Marcus then slung El Diablo's machine gun over his back, putting it diagonally opposite his rifle so that it made an X shape on his back. He then looked around and called out, Hey, girl! If you wanna leave this place, I suggest you show yourself and get back here! Otherwise I'm leaving you behind! You have twenty minutes!