Tyreese Locke and then Sam Wiltshire as he nodded hello at them both.
“Your damned excuses haven’t gotten any better, either,” Jack said, towering over him, Frank feeling like he was back in training again, under Jack’s hard ass regime. The only difference was, Frank was running the show tonight, not Jack.
“I take it Eva has filled you all in about what’s going on?” Frank said.
Everyone nodded. “Motherfucking demon party going on, right now,” Sam Wiltshire said with about as much feminine attitude as it was possible for a man to have before he crossed the line into being a woman himself. Sam was Asian, bald headed, in his early thirties like Frank. Unlike Frank, Sam liked to wear makeup on his face, as well as walking around in questionable items of clothing for a man, like the occasional dress, but more often just really tight clothes that looked slightly at odds with his heavy musculature. Tonight he had dressed down for the occasion, wearing tight black jeans and a dark hoodie. He had restricted his face paint to just black eyeliner and a touch of gloss on his almost feminine lips. If anyone didn’t give a flying fuck about what the world thought of him, it was Sam.
“Yeah, man,” Tyreese Locke said, a massive black guy, six five at least, with a build to match. He wore dark jeans and a plain black T-shirt that barely constrained his huge muscles. Frank remembered sparring with Tyreese when they were in training together, or more precisely he remembered the pain of trying to fight the next best thing to a solid brick wall. If he wanted anyone on this assault with him, it was Tyreese and Sam, two of the deadliest guys he had ever met and with a string of bodies to prove it, monster and human. “This city is going to burn unless we do something soon. Doesn’t look like the Council is getting too involved. According to Jack here, Cunningham is holding back.”
“That shithead is refusing to send out teams to deal with this crisis,” Jack said.
“How is he getting away with that?” Frank asked. “That just makes him look even guiltier. He’s behind all this somehow, he has to be.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Jack said. “One things for sure, if he is responsible for this uprising, the son of a bitch has kept it quiet until now. There wasn’t even a whisper about this before around the Facility.”
Eva, dressed in her by now customary battle gear of black leather trousers and leather body armor that wrapped tightly around her chest and torso, leaving her thin arms bare, said, “We still don’t for sure how deep Cunningham’s involvement in this goes, or even if he is involved.”
Sam snorted. “Well from what I’ve heard so far, that fucking snake is looking guilty as fuck.”
Frank had never heard anyone say fuck as well as Sam. The way he enunciated the word gave it power somehow, made it far from casually said. “Guilty or not, we’ll find out eventually. Tonight, we got a gang of demons to put down the elevator. Except the leader, Krakus. We need to talk to him first, find out what he knows about all this shit.”
“This payback for you, Frank?” Tyreese said. “I hear you got worked over by these motherfuckers. That right?”
“The Frank I used to know wouldn’t let himself get caught before,” Sam said. “You slipping, Frank?” Sam wasn’t smiling when he said it, but his mildly playful attitude gave him away. Frank just nodded and gave him a look. Sam smiled at him.
“Alright boys,” Jack said like he was addressing two of his rowdy trainees. “Let’s get this shit done. How you want to play this, Frank?”
“I go in first,” Frank said.
Frank took the lead into the Southside, the other two vehicles following behind him. In contrast to the rest of the city, there didn’t seem to be much going on in the Southside. It was like all the residents had rushed off to join in the chaos elsewhere, probably looting and causing even more chaos. It was as
“Your damned excuses haven’t gotten any better, either,” Jack said, towering over him, Frank feeling like he was back in training again, under Jack’s hard ass regime. The only difference was, Frank was running the show tonight, not Jack.
“I take it Eva has filled you all in about what’s going on?” Frank said.
Everyone nodded. “Motherfucking demon party going on, right now,” Sam Wiltshire said with about as much feminine attitude as it was possible for a man to have before he crossed the line into being a woman himself. Sam was Asian, bald headed, in his early thirties like Frank. Unlike Frank, Sam liked to wear makeup on his face, as well as walking around in questionable items of clothing for a man, like the occasional dress, but more often just really tight clothes that looked slightly at odds with his heavy musculature. Tonight he had dressed down for the occasion, wearing tight black jeans and a dark hoodie. He had restricted his face paint to just black eyeliner and a touch of gloss on his almost feminine lips. If anyone didn’t give a flying fuck about what the world thought of him, it was Sam.
“Yeah, man,” Tyreese Locke said, a massive black guy, six five at least, with a build to match. He wore dark jeans and a plain black T-shirt that barely constrained his huge muscles. Frank remembered sparring with Tyreese when they were in training together, or more precisely he remembered the pain of trying to fight the next best thing to a solid brick wall. If he wanted anyone on this assault with him, it was Tyreese and Sam, two of the deadliest guys he had ever met and with a string of bodies to prove it, monster and human. “This city is going to burn unless we do something soon. Doesn’t look like the Council is getting too involved. According to Jack here, Cunningham is holding back.”
“That shithead is refusing to send out teams to deal with this crisis,” Jack said.
“How is he getting away with that?” Frank asked. “That just makes him look even guiltier. He’s behind all this somehow, he has to be.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Jack said. “One things for sure, if he is responsible for this uprising, the son of a bitch has kept it quiet until now. There wasn’t even a whisper about this before around the Facility.”
Eva, dressed in her by now customary battle gear of black leather trousers and leather body armor that wrapped tightly around her chest and torso, leaving her thin arms bare, said, “We still don’t for sure how deep Cunningham’s involvement in this goes, or even if he is involved.”
Sam snorted. “Well from what I’ve heard so far, that fucking snake is looking guilty as fuck.”
Frank had never heard anyone say fuck as well as Sam. The way he enunciated the word gave it power somehow, made it far from casually said. “Guilty or not, we’ll find out eventually. Tonight, we got a gang of demons to put down the elevator. Except the leader, Krakus. We need to talk to him first, find out what he knows about all this shit.”
“This payback for you, Frank?” Tyreese said. “I hear you got worked over by these motherfuckers. That right?”
“The Frank I used to know wouldn’t let himself get caught before,” Sam said. “You slipping, Frank?” Sam wasn’t smiling when he said it, but his mildly playful attitude gave him away. Frank just nodded and gave him a look. Sam smiled at him.
“Alright boys,” Jack said like he was addressing two of his rowdy trainees. “Let’s get this shit done. How you want to play this, Frank?”
“I go in first,” Frank said.
Frank took the lead into the Southside, the other two vehicles following behind him. In contrast to the rest of the city, there didn’t seem to be much going on in the Southside. It was like all the residents had rushed off to join in the chaos elsewhere, probably looting and causing even more chaos. It was as
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