her was Jack, carrying some heavy looking automatic weapon Frank didn’t even recognize. Obviously Jack had helped himself in the armory at the Watcher Facility. The Facility always had the most hi-tech weapons on hand. Sam came next, striding with absolute purpose towards the bar, two fully automatic handguns by his sides. Tyreese appeared like the Hulk behind Sam, a machete in one hand, Watcher knife in the other. Tyreese never shied away from getting up close and personal.
The five of them stood in front of the doors of the bar, weapons at the ready. Frank’s adrenaline was rising, along with his recharged grace. He raised the Siaga-12 to his shoulder and aimed it towards the doors. Jack stood beside him, his gun also raised. They would go in first, the rest behind.
Frank gave Jack the nod and they strode forward and each kicked in one of the doors, sending the wooden doors flying in towards the bar, the music from inside sounding loud to Frank’s now hypersensitive hearing.
The first thing Frank noticed when he made his entry into the bar was the amount of bodies inside. He was expecting maybe a dozen or so, but after a quick scan there seemed like twice that.
All heads turned towards Frank, Jack and the others. Everyone in the bar seemed to freeze for a long moment as they adjusted to what was going on.
Then the music stopped.
Dead silence descended.
Frank kept the shotgun firmly planted into his shoulder as he sighted around the bar, demon face after demon face coming into his vision.
Kill them all, Frank. Bring me back.
His finger was on the trigger of the shotgun, ready to blow a hole the size of a large melon in any demon that dared to make a move towards him.
He looked for Krakus amongst the faces. Didn’t see him
The crowd of demons stared back at Frank and his cohorts. Everyone knew what everyone else was, which was why most of the demons looked so tense, almost afraid in some cases. If Frank and the others had of been normals (fully human that is) the demons wouldn’t have looked so concerned. Demons didn’t fear humans. What hunter fears their prey after all?
Watcher’s on the other hand, they were a different story. The demons knew Frank and the others had the power to hurt them, to send them back to Hell. Only a stupid demon would chose to ignore that risk, and Frank had never met a stupid demon yet.
As it turned out though, there was a first time for everything. One of the demons closest to him, wearing a young man’s meat suit, came charging towards him, the demon’s true face fierce and on display, sharp teeth bared, and sunken eyes burning red.
The demon got to move two steps before Frank blew his head off with the Saiga-12, the demon's head exploding in a burst of dark red.
Frank sensed a lot flinching going on in the bar. Even demons couldn’t remain ice cold when they saw one of their buddies get their head blown off, even if that head didn’t strictly belong to the demon, and even if that demon wasn’t strictly dead, as the trail of black smoke leaving the body of the headless meat suit attested to. The demon’s spirit was on the move, forcefully swirling through the bar until it disappeared through an air vent in one of the walls.
“Anyone else feel like leaving their meat suit?” Frank barked.
The room was silent for a moment, then a demon whose head was just a mass of black writhing tentacles piped up at the bar. “What do you want, Watcher?”
Frank aimed the shotgun at Tentacle Head. “I want your boss, asshole. Where is he?”
“Why?” asked the demon, his voice strangely watery sounding behind all those black tentacles.
Frank took a few steps closer to the demon, putting only a few feet between them. “Don’t fuck with me, demon. You know exactly why we’re here.” Frank tightened his grip on the shotgun, like he was about to fire at Tentacle Head. “Now where is he?”
“As if we would tell you anything… Watcher!” In the time it took Frank to
The five of them stood in front of the doors of the bar, weapons at the ready. Frank’s adrenaline was rising, along with his recharged grace. He raised the Siaga-12 to his shoulder and aimed it towards the doors. Jack stood beside him, his gun also raised. They would go in first, the rest behind.
Frank gave Jack the nod and they strode forward and each kicked in one of the doors, sending the wooden doors flying in towards the bar, the music from inside sounding loud to Frank’s now hypersensitive hearing.
The first thing Frank noticed when he made his entry into the bar was the amount of bodies inside. He was expecting maybe a dozen or so, but after a quick scan there seemed like twice that.
All heads turned towards Frank, Jack and the others. Everyone in the bar seemed to freeze for a long moment as they adjusted to what was going on.
Then the music stopped.
Dead silence descended.
Frank kept the shotgun firmly planted into his shoulder as he sighted around the bar, demon face after demon face coming into his vision.
Kill them all, Frank. Bring me back.
His finger was on the trigger of the shotgun, ready to blow a hole the size of a large melon in any demon that dared to make a move towards him.
He looked for Krakus amongst the faces. Didn’t see him
The crowd of demons stared back at Frank and his cohorts. Everyone knew what everyone else was, which was why most of the demons looked so tense, almost afraid in some cases. If Frank and the others had of been normals (fully human that is) the demons wouldn’t have looked so concerned. Demons didn’t fear humans. What hunter fears their prey after all?
Watcher’s on the other hand, they were a different story. The demons knew Frank and the others had the power to hurt them, to send them back to Hell. Only a stupid demon would chose to ignore that risk, and Frank had never met a stupid demon yet.
As it turned out though, there was a first time for everything. One of the demons closest to him, wearing a young man’s meat suit, came charging towards him, the demon’s true face fierce and on display, sharp teeth bared, and sunken eyes burning red.
The demon got to move two steps before Frank blew his head off with the Saiga-12, the demon's head exploding in a burst of dark red.
Frank sensed a lot flinching going on in the bar. Even demons couldn’t remain ice cold when they saw one of their buddies get their head blown off, even if that head didn’t strictly belong to the demon, and even if that demon wasn’t strictly dead, as the trail of black smoke leaving the body of the headless meat suit attested to. The demon’s spirit was on the move, forcefully swirling through the bar until it disappeared through an air vent in one of the walls.
“Anyone else feel like leaving their meat suit?” Frank barked.
The room was silent for a moment, then a demon whose head was just a mass of black writhing tentacles piped up at the bar. “What do you want, Watcher?”
Frank aimed the shotgun at Tentacle Head. “I want your boss, asshole. Where is he?”
“Why?” asked the demon, his voice strangely watery sounding behind all those black tentacles.
Frank took a few steps closer to the demon, putting only a few feet between them. “Don’t fuck with me, demon. You know exactly why we’re here.” Frank tightened his grip on the shotgun, like he was about to fire at Tentacle Head. “Now where is he?”
“As if we would tell you anything… Watcher!” In the time it took Frank to
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