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The Grass Is Always Greener (Crow11 x ThomasRHellsing)

Thomas smiled as he relaxed.

14 hours later they were stepping off of a plane. The city smelled of sweat blood, and despite the lights seemed low. It was as if the entire city was like cliche horror film in a way. The woman who met them had massive scars all over her face as if she' bee it on fire. While the man wore a thousand dollar suit. He seemed totally at peace but in the same way Thomas did. Thomas smirked "Miss Ballalika, Boss Chang, what do I owe the honor?"

The woman pulled out an expensive cigar, as the man did the same with a Chinese cigarette. Thomas smirked as he said "You both re paranoid I'm guessing fourteen snipers in the buildings three hundred yards off bobs strapped too each vehicle and 40 triad gumbos hiding and waiting to hear a gun shot."

Both of them smirked Chang saying "How'd you know?"

Thomas smirked back "Strong tobacco it covers the scent of gun oil I'm guessing the twin dragons are unmuzzeeld for the night. As for Fry Face, the cigar is an old communist trick, see you use it as a hidden distress beacon. The flames bright enough they can see it through the scope it goes out or falls they open fire."

Both smirked it was the smirk of a wolf as Thomas said "I've got my coat pull of 100 pounds of liquid explosive tell me Fry Face you've felt one fire bomb wanna try for a second?"

Both of them seem surprised before Chang laughted, "You would use my countries own trick against me."

The woman nodded, "And using fire against me, smart, and dumb shall we do this?"

Thomas walked as he said, "Fry Face i a dangerous btich. She was KGB back when Communism was strong in Russia Those burns are from a chemical bomb 90% of her body is lie that. Most of her gangs hard hitters are hard hitters who served with her. We aren't talking street thugs we're talking army survivors the best of the best Chang was a former cop, he got caught doing dirty deals with the Triad. He wields two pistols the Twin dragons, I went all out in a gun fight with him and he's still here."

The man chuckled, "You got me a few times Thomas san, if I was a few years older you might have caught me. Your Demon Sisters bite is nasty."

Thomas nodded as he said, "Age and trickery will beat out youth and strength all the time."

Soon they were at a bar. The neon sign read "The Lone Star". Thomas thanked the two gang leaders for the ride. Heading inside with her he ordered a mountain dew and four shots of whiskey. Before saying directly to the bar tender "You drug us and I'll burn you alive."

The man nodded, his hand visibly moving from the bottle he'd been reaching for. Snorting he said, "Welcome to Roanapur, 50/50 you'll be rugged and wake up in a whore house chained to a bed a bathtub missing your "extra" organs, or a slave pen near the port. Luckily these fuckers know better then to piss me off."

A large man who looked like 10 pounds of steroids in a 2 pound sack waled over "Hell Hands you have balls coming here again after you killed my brother." Thomas didn't even move. Reaching towards his rink. All voices went quiet. Moving to the side of the two men Thomas ran his Mountain Dew. The an held an Uzi to the back of Thomas's head saying "Hellsing you bitch! Answer me!"

Thomas smirked as he aid "Oh yeah, your brother was the pathetic bitch who whined like a woman for mercy before I pulled the trigger."

The man went to pull the trigger but Thomas said casually "Might want to turn the safety off first."

The man looked down and Thomas "Moved" smashing one of his empty glasses into his ear. The broken glass wedged deep into his ear canal made the man scream. Blood running. Not that it mattered Thomas's right hand didn't even seem to move. A particular gun seeming to ump into his hand. The barrel resting against the guys gut before the trigger was pulled. The round almost appeared to be more mercury then a solid mass. Depleted uranium rounds separated as they got put into contact with resistance This meant a graze could leave shards of irradiated metal buried deep in muscle and veins. It could even shatter bones. But up close the deplete uranium entered in a standard bullet's fashion. before twisting and warping so that as the mass of depleted uranium tore through his back leaving a hole as wide and tall as a large watermelon. He dropped dead. Thomas smirked as he said "Come on, these demons I wield they crave blood of the damned who wants to feed them?"

Thomas's guns these two were special. They looked to be made from black highly polished an decorated ivory. A pair of demons wrapped around both barres. Large breasts they seemed to either be in pleasure or pain. Both grips were the same color as the red demos. Thomas pulled back both hammers looking around. One of the dead men's friends spoke "Sorry Miter Hell Hands we won't disturb you again."

Thomas nodded. Turning his back to the men he kept both guns, hammers pulled back sitting on the bar. The message clear. Looking at the woman he said, "You want a steak babe, I'm going to order me some food."
 
The flight seemed to have flown by after Thana managed to fall asleep. The bed was amazingly comfortable, something that you just wouldn’t find on a plane. The soft sound of the pilot speaking over the monitors informing them or their arrive left had awoken Thana from her slumber. Dressed in what had been set out for her, appropriate wear for the business she had gotten herself into. She didn’t mind the outfit; it was rather fitting and flattering against her toned body. Walking down the aircraft to the exit she couldn’t help but glance out through the small windows of the plane. Everything looked dull, worn out and.. Broken.

Stepping outside she expected fresh air but instead was greeted with the stench of blood and filth. Her face screwed up in disgust before both of her hands made and effort to cover her nose and mouth. Mumbling about the stench as she made her way down the steps, keeping in toe with Thomas while quickly glancing around for any uncertain dangers that were sure to present themselves to her while she was here. Looking up and seeing the horrid looking being before her left her slightly cowering behind Thomas, they all carried a look that was sure to scare a bear off. She listened as he spoke to them, their replies were harsh but his were worse. She was surprised that they wern’t being shot by the time they had finished. Glancing around and standing directly behind the dark man as he continued on about the threats that lay hidden. This place was nuts and there were only a couple hundred meters away from the plane. Her heart was beating frantically, her legs and arms stiffening in fear before trying to calm herself down.

She took a seat next to him, her shoulders risen up against her neck while wary eyes glance around at all the dangerous and scummy looking people. She took one of the whiskeys that had been presented to Thomas, downing that in a instant before cringing at the taste. She then turned to him. “I’d like to keep my ‘extra’ organs for loved ones” She half snorted before turning her attention to the large man that approached him. Geez he was huge and obviously new them from the way he spoke to Thomas. Thana couldn’t believe the amount of hatred that was bestowed on the man that had saved her life more than a couple of times in the last couple of hours.

For once she didn’t scream as the man dropped the floor, blood pouring from his wounds. She was horrified but was managing to keep that under wraps..Slightly. “Uh..Um okay.” She said, slowly drawing her gaze from the dead man to Thomas as he continued on so casually. “Can we just go? This place is awful.” She said, crossing her arms in an effort to comfort herself. There must be someplace safer than this, anything was.,,
 
Thomas shrugged as like buzzards a crowd descended upon the body. His watch gun, wallet, clothes and then filing were taken. A pair of men began carrying the corpse off "I get the organs, you get the rest for tomorrow's chili right?"

Bottom feeders people who survived by foraging Those two young or weak to stand with the big fish. Thomas smirked, "Relax beautiful Roanapur is just like the ocean, you have the kings and queens then you have the sharks then you get to the piranhas, then you get the bottom feeders."

Smirking he said, "Besides I brought us here on purpose, see the guy your replacing, he's going to be pissed. So by being here it means his boys are going to have to come in, say for example 12 S.U.V's that are pulling up outside right now."

Nodding he smirked, he was enjoying himself as he picked her up and tossed her behind the doors. A dozen men pointing machine guns at the windows and opening fire. Luckily lie a dime had been dropped everyone dove for cover. A few miscreants were gunned down, but that meant more people began shooting back. Thomas smirked pulling his demons he said "The bar has a 40 inch thick titanium plate small arms and even an RPG can't touch it your safe."

With a yell he rose up and opened ire where he pointed people died. He was running behind the bar firing. The guns "Barks" echoed. The men wearing generic suits charged inside, but his guns firing sent them to hell. Thoma puled a shotgun from under the bar. Firing it into the Maffioso's face. When it clicked empty he redrew his pistols and let lead fly. His rounds tearing through the cheap walls as if they were plaster. Between all the bullets, the lights ended up getting shot out but even as Thomas's pistols quit rig you could hear him moving The suited men moved closer only to stop as Thomas dove from behind the bar A bottle of ever clear fashioned into a Molotov cock tail in each had. A smirk on hiss face he pelted the two side groups with the burning liquor Even as they screamed and "Danced", he pulled his pistols. The fire making both gleam as he emptied both into the freaking out enforcers Even as both guns clicked dry, he umped down from the bar. The emergency lights clicking on along with the fire suppression system. He smirked, "Come on out princess parties over, really to go tell the former boss we're here to replace him?"
 
She shivered at his words. This place was horrid and dangerous, she was in an environment completely unknown to her and it really did freak her out. “I know but, I thought there would be some sort of sanctuary you know? Some place safe from all these…” She leaned in close, lowering her soft voice to a whisper “monsters… Wait.. Wha..?” She replied, leaning away slightly and turning around to glance at the black cars that had pulled up in front of the shop. Before she knew it she was being held up in the air, her feet of the ground as she was swiftly moved out of harms way. She was thankful for that but the cries of dying men and the constant barking of guns left her holding her ears and closing her eyes. Slinking down the wall until she found herself hugging her knees.

She waited for the barking to finished, standing up she gingerly peeped around the corner. The bar seemed completely empty and ruined with gun shorts piecing the walls, allowing small rays of sunlight to shine into the dark Tavern. Slowly she revealed herself, hearing her name and his husky voice after the last bullet was fired. It was comforting to hear none the less but also slightly haunting at his immortality. “You made a mess of this place.” She told him, stepping over a couple of dead bodies and broken furniture while making her way back towards him. Spotting a surprisingly unbroken glass that contained what looked like whiskey she picked it up, her hands visibly shaking before handing it over to the handsome man. “I think you deserve this.” She managed a smile before continuing to look around.. Bodies lay across the floor, draped across booths and the bar while some continued to cling to their fire arm. “Ready as il ever be..”
 
Thomas smirked saying "You down it, Roanapur is hell but, I'm a devil to me chaos, carnage and death. Their part of the game. Like I said before I enjoy killing."

As they stepped out, he sighed at a man wearing a white coat and clothes. The filth of the city eemed to edge away from him. His crazy blue eyes locked on Thomas's face, Thomas had stopped in a way the white clad man was the oppoite coin to Thomas. The an reached into his coat, as Thomas put his hands on his guns. The man smirked, "Come to seek forgiveness in the embrace of the lord, Thomas?"

Thomas smirked, as he said, "Silly Anderson, you ready to cast off your dressings dance with the devil in the pale moon light?"

Both men smirked, it was like two sharks. Thomas spoke again, "One chance Anderson, the 5 families voted her into power here, your boss is going down, just let us through."

Anderson chuckled, "The lord said, let they will be done."

Thomas nodded an with a flash both men moved Bayonets flying at Thomas and the "Maffia princess" but Thomas's guns barked blowing them to chunks of steel Both men were moving forward. Anderson tossing a dozen bayonets at Thomas who slid low firing at Anderson's knees but the man umped throwing another handful which Thomas's forward momentum pulled him past. Both came to their feet. Anderson trying to stab Thomas in the eye with a bayonet but he used the trigger guard of his pistol to bock it. While he attempted to put his gun net to Anderon' face, but a bayonet pushed his gun to the right. both man's hands and arms were shaking from the force applied to their weapon of choice.

With a sudden decision Thomas brought his head forward as Anderon kicked him in the crotch. Both stepped back and Anderson tossed his weapons as Thomas pulled his triggers. The knife on the left side wet high while the one on the right dug into his chest. But Thomas ventilated Anderson's lungs. The man dropped smiling. Thomas sighed, "Rule 3 Anderson, always wear a cup when fighting someone who fights like you."

Thomas yanked the knife out of his chest. Looking at the princess he said "Come on Andeson was our last major resistance. Bastard got sloppy in his old age. But the blade is still tipped with a paralytic and carcinogen in an hour I wont' be able to move."
 
Her eyes traced the floor as she followed him outside after downing the shot. Surely that would be it, that now they would only have to face the boss. Boy was she wrong. A tall man, almost matching the exact description of Thomas only older and dressed in pure, clean whites. “It’s never ending.” She mumbled to herself, listening to their open threats and watching their devilish grins. She took a step back, standing away from what was about to take forth. She found herself rolling her eyes at Anderson’s remarks, the way he spoke so royally about the lord.

She stood, resting against the batted bars walls with arms crossed. Watching as the two began to battle, using to completely different weapons but being exactly matched in ability to use them. Their attacks were pure skill and experience, something she definitely didn’t have. She would have to learn eventually, learn to kill and have it not affect her mentally. It would take some time, some practise but it was unfortunately achievable. She was feeling pretty safe, Thomas had proven himself over and over again his ability to protect and kill so it was worrying to see and hear the hell stricken man talk about what was to come after being inflicted with a serious wound.

“Gezz, is there a remedy or something?” Her face turned to slight panic as she rushed over to him, stepping over the now dead Anderson that had been sent to his lovely heaven. Placing a delicate hand on his shoulder before looking at the deep wound. “Lets just come back next time, i.. I can’t do this. Let’s wait to you heal or something.” She was trying to escape her fate, trying to avoid upcoming events but putting them off. She stood up with him as he threw the Bayonets to the floor, blood covering the handle and deadly sharp metal. Who was she kidding, she couldn’t do this..
 
Thomas flicked her on the forehead, "What part of the majority of the world wants you dead, do you not get. We don't secure a place here and you won't live another 24 hours."

Smacking her ass, he headed towards the "Dons" office, as he said, "Besides I have to sit it out this dosage shouldn't be lethal but make my whole body go numb, we have 45 minutes to an hour before that happens so let's get our shit together shall we."

Walking he said, "Oh, and the carcinogens, their things like acid or PCP, I assume so anyway unles you dyed your hair to ook like a rainbow, and a bear is dancing beside us."

Thomas walked with her to the building. It looked like a mix of bunker and office building. the door to the office was kicked in by Thomas and a magnum round tore through the wall. Next to his head. Thomas walked up grabbing the gun and pistol whipping the greasy looking man with it. Before opening the window and tossing him out of it, despite them being 8 stories up. the with a practiced easy he raised the gun and emptied the remaining 7 rounds into the corpse. Gesturing for her to sit down he said, "What do you want to do first princess, call everyone in or review the files?"

The office was low colored an Italian flag on the wall, along with a few photos and such. It looked like a cheap and tacky office. But the chair and desk looked comfortable.
 
Thana pouted, rubbing her flicked head while looking up at the dark man. She hated knowing that she was wanted dead by so many and for a reason she was still wrapping her head around and coming to terms with. With a quiet yelp of surprise from the slap she received on the ass she followed him towards the old bunker looking building.

“This looks like shit, where do they spend their money?” She asked while taking a look at the old building, she expected something extravagant and gold plated coming from the mafia. Goes to show what movies and T.V shows can do to an imagination.

She continued in toe with Thomas, ducking behind him as the magnum round tore through the wall. “Jesus!” She exclaimed before standing, it was a quick kill that was for sure. “Was that the boss?” She questioned, killing him seemed to easy besides all that they went through and the men he had killed in the process.

“Files? What should I expect from the people? Won’t they try to kill me as well?” She fired a couple of questions, her words fast and fluent as she looked around the dull looking room. He was definitely Italian, definitely had something to do with the mafia they were dealing with.
 
Thomas shook his head, "The Maffia is about the family, the five families vote on certain things and they serve The Don, originally it was his 5 sons who ran the families. Of course as time passed thing got crazy. Were you a imposter or not voted into power by the five, then yes they'd kill you. Instead they'll follow your orders, especially after I torture any dissenters to death. Anderson was the exception he was like me. A shark."

Thomas sorted at her question of "Where the money went", smirking he said, "The maffia here isn't really respected, every crime group runs girls, which are our major profit area, also we run shipping but again smuggling is easy here. We deal a few drugs, but nothing in the major leagues. Basically this operation was going to shit, and that's not helped by the fact you predecessor was taking 45% of the profits and smuggling them into Swiss bank account."

Nodding he said, "As for why the buildings so shitty, I remind you the town is full of outlaw and vagrants, god luck getting anything of quality. Any construction company that's legitimate refuses to come here."

Sitting down he said, "I'm working some math in my head Fry Face and Chang have a meeting every Friday, where they discuss thin like profits who their going to put in the hospital general affairs of state. The Yakuza are in the same department as we are. I'm thinking of a deal that will mae Chang and Bala laugh in our faces."

Looking at her he said, "We need to start giving the family profits from here and QUICK, that means we need to make the pigs back off o we can get our peace of the pie bigger. Problem is last person to cross Chang well hi bosses got 450 pounds of sausage his signet ring, and a tape of the guy being made INTO the sausage. Compared to what happened the last person to cross the soviet bitch that's a quick and clean death."

He let out a gentle breath as he said, "Luckily I've been to the city before. I know the weakest point in both operations an while eventually they could gun me down like a dog in the street, I could cause a war first. Wars are bad for business wars mean people die and profits drop. So I have to come up with an amount to tell the two to pay, that almost ALMOST makes war seem like a better option. But not quite. I have to get it to a hair's breath. Otherwise the family will replace both of us, just like they replaced the previous boss."

Nodding he said, "After that, we can kick the family's 40% mark up, and I can get with my gun crack and wee suppliers. 40% of our new funds could go into that, recover the market a bit. We sell the good shit, with a less high mark up we're going to put on Chang, we'll get his customer base. He'll be pissed, but he wont' be able to justify war with us over a few million a year. Especially when we start to back off the pussy game. Sex in Roanapur is a high turn over market. Surprise surprise the scum of this city don't take much pride in hygiene and STD's are rampant. We'll keep 2 or 3 good and bad places open, but let Chang take over the rest. Sound like a good plan?"
 
“Oh okay then.” She said, taking a seat on the nicer looking table, crossing over a leg and resting back in a comfortable position. She began to listen as he once again explained to the nieve Thana of what was needed. Her blue gaze would rest upon his shaggy state while contemplating all that he described.

Hearing about the girls, the ‘Pussy industry’ was quiet an eye opener in all the threats that were made toward her earlier. It made sense to her now although she was surprised to hear about to drugs, once again she was expecting the place they were in to be full of drug dealers from this family’s business and yet, they were more focused on the girls. Thana found herself re-crossing her legs, tightening and in a way protecting her woman hood as he spoke.

Soon enough she found her mouth begin to drop, hearing all that was required and what needed to be done sounded like it would take years. Hearing about war and how it was occasionally thought as a good thing in the business and other times bad like it was definitely a resort to turn to.

“Uh.. Yeah,” She said, her face bewilded and confused at how this man was able to come up with such and plan in a instant.

“I’m going to such at being a “Mafia Princess”, I can’t do anything? What happens when you leave or finally croak?” her beautiful face turned worried at the thought, she would die in a instant without his protection for sure..
 
Thomas nodded, "Have you ever heard of "A battle plan never survives contact with the enemy", it's a saying. It means plans have to change. I didn't expect things to be this bad off. Luckily after we get the money shit situated, everything should work out."

Nodding he said, "After we get things secured, I can start teaching you what you need to know. Guns, money that sort of stuff. While I work out the numbers in my head let's start the academic part of it."

Nodding he said, "You too business management in collage right? Asl questions you need to know. I'll help fill in the blanks as best I can."
 
“Yeah I did. Alright.” She said, steping down off the table and walking around it towards the door. “Are you sure they won’t try to kill me?” She asked one last time, turning around to face Thomas. Standing in the door way, a hand on the frame while turning around to look at the trail that they had left, the dead bodies and the ruined furniture, it was quite a feat.

“Let’s get this shit over with.” With a small stroke of confidence she began walking towards the area where the workers would be found, gathered and discussing what had happened. It was quiet a strut towards the room before a rather sexy looking pose at the door. She was the only women in the vicinity, one that now had power over all of them even if she didn’t know what to do with it.

“Listen up you jack arses..” She entered the room, shooting questions left right and centre and getting the information she needed with very little hesitation from the working men.
 
One of them went to talk back and actually went to smack her ass. Thomas pointed his gun as his head, "Boss why can't I shoot them, you know how much I love the feeling of blood running down my skin. It's been a whole ten minutes, come on just one bullet, I'll even clean up the brains."

After that no one dared say anything to her. See in Roanapur, those who had dogs stronger then them got ripped apart my said dogs. So if Thomas "Hell Hands" Hellsing, the guy who'd just iced 80 guys including the "The Skinner" Anderson, didn't kill without her permission, that meant the woman was scary enough for him not to step out of line. That meant as dangerous as Hell Hands was, she was MUCH more dangerous. After they had the knowledge he sent the guys out. Smirking he moved toward the garage getting on a Harley he tossed her a helmet, "Come on time to go to the only neutral ground in this hell hole."

45 minutes later they pulled up in front of a massive church. Thomas smirked, waking in he said "Sanctuary, sanctuary for the destitute?"

A woman pulled out a gun, a nickel plated .45 saying "God always helps those who help themselves now go away."

Two women were playing cards. One in a Nun outfit, that honestly looked more like a stripper's outfit, then a Nuns, the other wearing booty shorts and a tan top with a pair of guns under her arm pits. Thomas smirked, "Really using Mary like that I guess your cutlasses have grown rusty too Rebecca."

Both women turned obviously insulted but even as they shot at his feet he didn't dance his jacket tossed up in frot of him. He was only wearing his suit's vest button up shirt and gloves. Smirking he pulled both guns and fired through his jacket, putting a whole in the middle car i the five cards both women were holding. Thomas pulled both hammers back as both women pulled their twin side arms. Looking at him both of them exploded into laughter as Thomas smirked. An Elderly Nun spoke, "Who threw the first stone in MY HOUSE?"

Thomas his the guns back in their holster. without his jacket the dragon pistols became visible as did the shotgun he'd stolen from the bar. Smirking he said, "Hello Mother Superior, I'm here to give a girlfriend to my boss, and borrow your shooting range."

The woman walked down, old and frail, but with an eye patch. She handed him the collection tin saying "The lord helps those who give demon you know that."

Thomas nodded and put a wad of hundreds into the tin she smiled, "Good boy Demon now Two hands, get the fuck out, Hilda and I have work to do."

Thomas handed the woman his guns. The demon sisters, the twin dragons and finally the shotgun. The woman walked and talked even as she took apart the guns. Expert hands moving with a practiced ease as she said, "Damnit Hellsing, your demon hands are always so hard on hammers and triggers these used to be able to break glass now they take a good five pounds of force. And those depleted uranium round, always so hard on a barrel, what kind of action hero needs to shoot fifty caliber and depleted uranium rounds at the same time?"

Thomas smirked, "It makes them splatter so good Mother, only a gun made by hands driven by the divine could make a gun so perfect."

The woman laughed, "Always such a kiss ass, keep going, Hilda's a bitch."

The blond snarled, "I'm right here "Mother", and he's been just as hard on the Dragons, their barrels have micro cracks I'm surprised they haven't exploded in his hands. I've never seen wear on this on our high quality titanium barrels. Maybe on some ex russian shit, an even then the VERY well used ones. How many hundreds of rounds have you put through our babies Demon."

Thomas sighed, "I haven't been able to sit on my ass and play all day Hilda, I've been out traveling the world killing bastards who went after my boss. I'm guess my kill number has doubled or trippled."

The woman nodded sagely, "I'm sorry Thomas, but the demon sister's are a no repair, if your really going into the level of shit, it's time to upgrade them anyway. Your demon have evolved to devils, it will take me a few hours to build your new Devil pistols. While we wait, and Hilda works on your Dragons what were you planning for the princess here?"

Thomas smiled, "Maria, I think the two will get along well."

The elderly nun turned around, taking in the sight of the maffia princess she nodded. Whistling so a boy maybe twelve ran up. She mentioned a number as they reached an in door hooting range. the boy nodded and moved towards a storage area. Returning with a wooden box Inside was a gun harness the holster would rest a bot above her crotch and the buckle for the gun belt was behind her back. Thomas helped her put it on. It came up over her shoulders as well. 12 small pouches rested on the belt, with 8 going up to her breasts. Thomas smirked as the boy brought over boxes of ammo, and he loaded each of the clips putting it into punch. Finally came the gun herself.

Thomas spoke easily, but with respect, "Meet Maria, she's a .45 caliber semi automatic hand gun. She's the last blessing, a gun meant to be used in defense. She matches your style. Her rounds are lead, with a depleted uranium core, that means armor is pointless for her. You aim her, and like the had of god she'll send the target to heaven, or hell."

He explained the basics of shooting, before he put up a typical police style target. Looking at her he said "Don't aim for the head, Maria will do just fine with a body shot. Speed isn't an issue either, empty the clip, but don't rush it."
 
For a moment she actually believed in the power she possessed. Actually being able to control the one so feared by many. It must have been fake, just an act to keep the men in line while they went on with their business or, could she really have that power over him? She couldn’t make up her mind nor did she have enough time to think. Catching the helmet she slipped in on her head, bits of her lush locks escaping the helmet and leaving a pretty flowing trail with her while on the bike. “Neutral ground.. Sounds good to me.” She replied before hopping onto to the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist and hanging on for dear life.

It was a nice ride, even if the air was thick with the stench of blood and instead of birds chirping the air would ring with the occasional gun shot or the sound of screams. Arriving at a rather nice looking church she removed her helmet, placing it on the seat before stepping off the bike and following Thomas toward the entrance.

“Seems safe enough..” She commented before ducking as the innocent looking women brought out her gun. “Jesus!” She exclaimed before slowly rising. “Since when do nuns carry guns” She grumbled annoyed by the sudden fright. She had lost all her cool and was doing almost the opposite to how Thomas was reacting, dancing and jumped around while shots were fired at his feet, looking for cover but seeing none. “I hate Roanapur.”

Everyone here seemed just as scary and mean looking as those they had encountered before. “Girlfriend?” She question as he spoke to the old nun, her question being ignored as the continued on with their convocation. Watching the frail walk down toward them, asking for a donation it confused Thana but then again it made sense. Where else were they going to receive their upkeep? Answering her own question she began to follow Thomas, sending a quiet thanks to the mean looking women.

“Friends of yours?” She murmured to him, he had obviously been a regular here or something along those lines. He seemed to enjoy returning to common places and ordering the same thing. Somewhat like a creature of habit. Thana stayed quiet for most of the time while he conversed with the ladies, only when she was mentioned did she begin to completely concentrate and pay attention to what they were discussing.

“Maria? Is someone else joining us on this lovely adventure?” She asked, peering over Thomas’s strong shoulders to see what they might have been talking about. Seeing only his beloved guns she became convinced that someone else would be joining them. Perhaps one of those badass nuns. Catching the nuns glance she raised an eyebrow but said nothing as the women whistled and like a dog a small boy returned, holding equipment.

“This isn’t a good sign.” She mumbled as she was fitted with the harness and ammo. This was bad in her eyes, it meant that she would have to learn to kill and to shoot. It was a nice fit though, hugging her body comfortably while holding plenty. Thana’s blue eyes rested on the now soft spoken Thomas as he began to talk about a gun. Finding it a little humorous as he spoke with such care and respect about the gun.

Taking the gun in her hand she found it heavier then she expected. Her wrist buckled in surprise and the gun swung down to her thigh. “Whoa, never held a gun before.” She definitely sounded like a complete noob, so new to the weapon and what it was capable of doing. Placing herself infront of the target she readied herself, lifting her arm that carried the gun and aiming. Moving a delicate figure over the trigger and bracing herself. Pulling the trigger the gun fired, the recoil sending her back a couple of steps and leaving her with her eyes shut. Opening them slowly she looked at the target, a clean hole through the target, a clean kill shot. “Oh sweet!” She jumped, facing him with a very excited smile. “I got it!”
 
Thomas nodded as he said, "Not bad,now put another two hundred down range, anyone can score lethal shot, you need to be able to shoot the rings off of a fly at 50 yards and reload in less then 5 seconds."

He gently moved behind her spreading her legs jut about shoulder width apart. He said, "This will hep with the balance, keep the guns recoil from throwing you around."

Nodding he took her left hand putting it under her right hand where the clip ejected. Nodding he said, "The bullet makes the gun want to push up for multiple shots and accuracy two hands are good."

He helped her enter the entire clip hitting the eject he said "As one hand eject the clip the other should be half way to the clips, slam one home pull the slide back to make sure you haven't jammed. Good, now keep going."

After an hour or so he said "Ok your ready for the fun stuff."

He lead her to a large yard. chest high walls. 60 targets held paint guns, while their were a few "civilians". Smirking he said "Let's see how you do while moving, and keep in mind these ones are shooting back. You're your only using one gun, two guns made it significantly harder to do especially hand cannons like mine. They throw my arms every which way. Luckily they have modified muzzel break that means even as I pull the trigger the muzzel velocity pushes up and down if I'm not careful they can actually go flying from my hands in a circle."

Hilda spoke up hour later, "That's enough you can take a break, come on Thomas you too princess."

Soon they were eating a few Japanese style rice balls along with hotdogs, and cheese and lunch meat sandwiches Thomas ate hungrily, as Hilde said, "Yeah he may be some badass now but when he first showed up here, he nearly broke his wrist trying to fire a desert eagle cracked himself in the face with the slide. None of us understood why he tried to duel wield. Of course then Revy joined him and she tried to copy him. Now their both the most dangerous killers in Roanapur well debatable of course. Sawyer's chainsaw, Chi's knives, Anderson's bayonets, Gui's flame thrower, all kids and teens of Roanapur."

Thomas drank some grape juice, "I'm better then Anderson's bayonets, although he did dose me something fierce, my vision only just returned to normal."

The woman sighed, "I figured it was you, I wondered if I should say a prayer for him, or for you."

Thoma shrugged, "You know go has no place for me, although having a friend that's a Nun can't hurt my chances."

The woman snorted, "Still buying your own bull shit, "God won't take me, and the devil's scared I'll take over", Anderson loved to say, "The lord guides my blades, and thus he is my shield", you sociopaths need to realize your jut as vulnerable as anyone else."

Thomas shrugged, "Hey Princess, you feel decently competent, I guess Sawyers still alive. Means we have a great person for you to learn body disposal from. She's the best in the city I one time saw her literally cut a human into inch sized cubes."

The woman nodded, "She is the best and the best butcher in Roanapur I got he lunch meat from her shop at half price."

The Nun raised an eyebrow as Thomas shrugged,and continued eating. Looking at him he said, "What the hell Thomas, you know Sawyer's half price stuff is from some of her "Disposals" in the old days that would have you twitching."

Thomas shrugged, "Well Hilde, two things. First you've been eating a sandwich as well. Secondly when you've been to the part of Mexico and Africa I have been over the last two years, you realize human meat is a bit more thick you couldn't make lunch meat out of it. At least not this thin. Besides to devils human flesh is a delicacy."

Thomas stood up, smiling evilly at the women he said "Princess made sure you reload all your clips and meet me in the front of the church. I need to confess some sins. Plus see how much longer my new demon sluts will be with the Mother."

When he walked away, Hilda looked at the princess. Shaking her head she said "Psychopaths, their all Psychopaths. You be careful ya hear, he may seem like a bad boy with women issues, but he's one of the mot loyal men I've ever met. He's also the kind of guy to shove someone's face into a vat of Lye because they were kicking a stray dog. He likes you, and trusts you, but you burn that and he'll murder you just like anyone else."

Standing up she headed towards the ammo storage saying, "Come on, I'll help you reload your clip. I was counting the bullets you've got half a clip left right?"

The ment this woman had kept count of every shot over the last two hours.
 
Her mouth dropped after hearing what she had to be able to accomplish. “How is that even possible?” She asked before turning back to the gun, following his directions and listening intently as he gave instructions. She continued to practise firing at the target while reloading, fumbling over a dozen times while practising and still getting used to the gun. Thana was getting into it, enjoying the thrill of aiming and firing, seeing if she hit the target or not.

“Fun stuff? What’s your definition of fun?” She snorted, slowly and clumsily holstering her gun in her new belt before following him to the huge yard.

“Wait.. Moving?” as she spoke a shot was fired in their direction, ducking was her first response while Thomas didn’t flinch. “I see now.” She grumbled before taking out Maria. The gun has such lovely detailing all over it, it was almost a shame to see it used for such things. Never the less she began to fire, missing rather often but avoiding their shots as well. Upon hitting her first human she stopped and jumped for joy, puffed out from the constant moving she only had a small amount of time to celebrate before getting back into action. She continued on until she was absolutely tuckered out, she became slow and clumsy, retreating back to Thomas for some form of protection before being called in. She gladly returned back to the church.

“I’m exhausted.” She told the nun when sitting down, digging into the meal hungrily while once again listening to their convocation. She had no immediate interest to include herself, she was to hungry to speak. Happily chewing along until hearing about this butcher lady. Was she eating a human? She emptied her mouth on the plate, coughing and gaging at the thought. “Oh my god.” She exclaimed before placing her head in hand while resting an elbow on the table. “Is there anything normal in this place?” She groaned before standing up to follow. “Hes no serious is he?” She asked the nun who was now helping her reload her clips. A worried gaze rested on the nun as she warned her. “Seems like everyone’s at least a little bit crazy around here.” She said, smiling at the nun and giving her thanks before following Thomas outside. Everyone here was deadly to a point, it was hard to see someone care the slightest bit and yet Thomas did? The demon did?
 
Thomas gesture for her to get on the bike. Puling out, he said, "In some parts of Africa and Mexico meat is impossible to get in the bloodier areas human remains are easier. It's not like it matters the strong eat the weak. Whether it's human eating cows or sheep, or even weaker humans. Predators prey, and prey dies."

As they reached the butcher shop he headed inside. A well it was impossible to tel being looked up at them. The humanoid was wearing heavy lab glasses, a butcher's apron over a butcher's sock, rubber gloves, and a hairnet Plashed liberally with blood. She nodded to them Thomas smirked, "Hey Mutey, you mind if we sit in on some of your sessions, teach the princess here body disposal."

The being held up a vocal cord simulator similar to like what someone with throat cancer used, "Sure Ass face, call me Mutey again and I'll serve you as prime rib."

Thomas smirked, as he said "Promises promises you ready?"

She nodded, and lead them to a small area in the back. Thomas pulled on an outfit similar to the one the being had been wearing. Which as she stripped down it became obvious it was woman A very naked woman. Gothic style clothes rested on a hanger, a shirt skirt, thigh high socks ballet shoes, a hello kitty shirt, an ear rings. As the woman reached for another of the disposable smocks, her throat was visible as was over body Covered in hundreds of scars. It looked like her throat had been torn out. She tilted her head to look at Thomas saying "Not going to get naked, you love the rush of blood almost as much as I do."

Thomas shook his head, "I prefer to kill people who can fight back you know hat besides I'm here for business not fun."

The woman held the throat thing to her ruined throat again saying, "Ok your loss."

Thomas spoke quietly, "Remember how I said some people had worse lies then me, Sawyer's mother well let's just say it broke her heart Sawyer wasn't a good christian girl, and thus she had no problem selling her to some Persians took what her mother was already doing and did it MUCH worse. She's... Well let's just say if crazy was a level I'm 10, she's 50."

Sawyer smiled under her surgical mask and rebreather, saying into the stimulator, "Don't sell yourself short Hellsing, your 25 maybe 26, now I assume princess will want to work o the already dead ones. Got a few firm your shoot out earlier in the freezer it's also sound proofed."

Thomas shot her a thumbs up. As they walked down a metal stair case the first thing that would hit you was the cold. Net eight men shaking uncontrollably their arms bound hanging from meat hooks. Sawyer looked at a wall of tools. One of the men looked at them calling "Help me, HELP ME, I've got money get this crazy fuck away from me and I'll give a million dollars." Sawyer back handed him and moved over towards the wall taking a heavy looking chainsaw, she gunned it, she wielded it like Thomas did a knife he groaned out, "Ten million, twenty million, JUST SAVE ME!"

Thomas walked over saying, "Oh really friend what's your bank account number ad pin I'll check it out if you can pay, I'll cut you down."

The man rattled off the number both Thomas and Sawyer laughed, Thomas putting the numbers in his pocket. He lead the princess towards the freezer, closing the door firmly as the revs of the chainsaw and screams started to mesh Thomas looked at the 8 bodies. Nodding he said, "You ready for this princess, since your royalty, you probably won't have to do this, but, it's always good to know. Also there's a bucket to your right, if your going to puke use that, Sawyer hates cleaning up puke."

That was a joke, he wondered if she'd get it.
 
She hoped back on the Harley, strapping on her helmet for safety before wrapping her arms around his waist once more. “I don’t think I could ever do that… Eat another human being.” He face became scrunched up in disgust but soon vanquished as they reached the shop. She was not looking forward to this visit. Upon entering the the shop she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with the stench of blood and something rotting. “Ughh” She exclaimed, covering her nose and mouth while following Thomas further into the shop. Seeing a woman, looking like any old butcher with added dedication to her work, hearing Thomas speak to her as if old buddies. He seemed to do that a lot in this place.

Thana’s blue eyes glanced around, the white walls fitting in with the butcher theme with what looked like almost dried blood stains that had been attempted to be removed. She could feel her stomach turning in protest with the smells and overall nervousness as they followed the lady out back. The shop was a lot bigger then it seemed, rooms descending down to what felt like a abyss.

“That’s reassuring.” She mumbled in response, she wanted nothing more than to be out of the shop and back into the somewhat fresh air of Roanapur. She followed Thomas and Sawyer down, feeling as the air become decreasingly cold, leaving her arms wrapped around her body. She only glanced at the man who pleaded for his life, it didn’t faze her to much, just another one that will die a more gruesome death then the one before. Although, even as her small amount of courage and confidence in seeing the soon to be butchered man didn’t faze her, the thought of cutting someone up into tiny pieces did.

Stepping into the freezer, her breath noticeable against the icy temperature. Seeing bodies lying naked on tables ready for cutting, glancing down at the bucket that she was definitely going to end up using one way or another. “Nope, I can’t do this. Shooting peoples as far as I go… I feel sick” Her words were fast and panicked as she reached back for the freezer door that was indeed firmly shut. The heavy door took a lot more effort to budge then she expected. “Please…” She turned back around, her breathing came heavy, being limited with the cold temperature.
 
Thomas yanked her hair slightly, "You need to learn this, just relax, it's not lie he's alive."

Yanking the door firmly shut he added, "Do you really wanna walk out and see Sawyer butchering one that's alive, pretty sure you don't."

Nodding he said "Sawyer's already bed this ones. see these cut into the wrists then you hand them upside down. Let's all the blood flow out. Now the organs are already breaking down so you take a straight razor careful cut above the waist then down and" With a disturbing "Fashwoomp" the inner organs became outters. Pushing that bucket aside, he said, "Now, for the bones. Put the body on it's back."

He took a hammer and said, "Smash it from the sides you want to get the elbows and knees. Then wrists and ankles see how their arr fucked up, that makes it easier with the hack saw."

Nodding he said "Next s the teeth, see yak them out one by one, dental records can be used to find an identity."

Nodding he took the hacksaw and removed all the fingers and toes at each knuckle. Then cut into all the former joints Then he moved over to a container. Smirking he said "A mixture, 2 parts lye, 1 part bleach 1 part hydrochloric acid, we call this the cleaning bath let it sit for ten minutes no more flesh."

When the ten minutes were up, he opened the container, getting out the bones with a pair of tongs, he put them on a metal slab saying, "And then you get a hammer bones can be identified, SMASHY SMASHY!"

After fifteen minutes all that was left was bone powder. Thomas then took it, and the tools minus the tongs putting them into the tank of chemicals he said, "Now comes the fun part, see bones are indestructible, at least with 100% certainty, but thermite burns as hot as the core of the sun, except for cast iron, everything dies. So put all your body disposal things together sprinkle just enough of this that and the other thing, then sprinkle in a liberal portion of rust and."

The reaction was instantaneous. The mixture flash boiled. Vaporizing every remaining atom of the once human corpse. He smiled at her, "Think you've got it, or do we need to let you try one or two out?"
 
She stayed where she was, peering over at the table as Thomas began to demonstrate. She wasn’t planning on going any closer. Her back against the sealed door with the faint rumble of a chainsaw and distant screams in the back ground while listening to a man explain how to dispose of someone, you could say that she wasn’t in the best place in the world but.. At least they were safe right? Every so slowly she returned to his side, her expression upset and slightly disturbed as she looked at the pale man.

“Why not just dump him? People must die around here all the time.” She asked her voice grim as she watched on. He seemed so confident in his actions, so fluent in knowing what he was doing. Would she ever become that confident in disposing a body? It was an odd thought, one that she wanted to leave her mind as soon as possible and after an inviting smile and words from Thomas is did. “No, i think I’ve got it. Can we go now? Is she done?” She asked, turning to look at the door, her arms still crossed as the room was freezing. She had a tendency to ask a lot of questions in one short sitting. She always wanted to know what was going on, she was one to hate surprising, hating the part of not knowing what was upcoming.
 
Thomas nodded to her, "You actually raise a good point, why dispose of a body. Here in Roanapur, body disposal is easy. Cleaners like Sawyer exist. One time a guy died of a heart attack in his tub, nobody found him for six months. Sawyer is the best with dealing with that kind of nasty shit. One time a human smuggler, brought an entire cargo container of "Merchandise", well then the idiot got shot at the bar. Sawyer got called in 3 months later when the dock work went to see if their was anything to steal. It gets to be over a hundred degrees during the summer here, that idea burned into my nightmares for a good two weeks."

Shrugging he said, "Welcome to Roanapur home of nightmares not just sociopath killers. Anyway back to my original point, I hope goddess of gangsters willing, we won't always be in Roanapur. Somewhere like New York, or Seatte, yeah body disposal is a major thing. Here you can literally brush the bodies out into the street."

Thomas nodded as she asked if they could go. He called out, "Sawyer you done."

The synthesized voice replied, "Yes, I only came twice, moron didn't have any stamina."

Thomas nodded as he looked at the now bottomless body. Shrugging he said, "When we get our place set up, I'll send you an invite, been awhile since we tore up some sheets."

The woman headed up with them, nodding as Thomas removed his somewhat bloody clothes, Sawyers were literally ripping. When they got out into the baking sun he said, "Ready to go get my guns, then head to our house?"

He checked his watch, they had about two hours until Roanapur became infinitely more dangerous. Night time in Roanapur was when everyone was active. Hopefully that would give them enough time to get the house somewhat livable.
 
She felt a surge of pride as her point became valid, this place was just ugly. Everything about it, the air, the people (Although she would never admit it) and the landscape. All covered with at least a drop of dried blood. Blood seemed to be Roanapur’s trademark, marking the land with the blood of people that took up residency there. She continued on, drawing her gaze from the machine to Thomas as he told her about a smuggler, everything sounded awful. “New York sounds good.”

“It gave YOU nightmares? Must have been bad.” She chuckled lightly before being led out. “Wait.. She had sex with them?” Her face turned to alarm as she noticed the bottomless corpse. Was that a way or torture? His last wish before being chopped in half? She shivered, quickly removing herself from the room.

“Oh boy more guns.” She pretended to be excited, clapping her hands in the air like a small school girl before putting her helmet on. “Did you say we had a house? Like a proper house? Beds? A kitchen?” She asked quickly while holding onto his waist. “I don’t like this place much when its light out, i don’t really want to see it in the dark..”
 
Thomas nodded, "No, she didn't have sex with him. Sawyer is a grade A certifiable freak. Probably comes from her first memory being torture porn with her mother. Well ok I'm sure that not the only reason but I'm sure it's a contributing factor. You look at say a barely dressed sexy guy and get off, Sawyer gets off on the feeling of blood against her skin. I've seen her cut someone apart naked, and she came so much and so hard, she actually needed a cigarette to focus herself."

Shaking away that vivid memory, and the old way it was hot. He said, "She's also a red blooded woman, sex with me is fun for her. Plus she says I don't mind the smell of blood that is always draped round her. She claims I smell the same. Which I used to have an issue with, before I admitted to myself Sawyer is me on Steroids. She loves to ill as much s I do, she enjoys knowing she's the best just like I do. Those scars keep her from actively hunting like I do most of the time, but if you ever EVER hear her chainsaw when your not under the butcher shop I want you to RUN. Don't look back, don't call out for her RUN. She wields the thing like a base ball bat and one time I saw her cut four guts in half with a single swing."

As for her nightmare comment, he nodded "Imagine being locked in a 4 by four dog cage. Naked, one person above you, three below you In a storage crate. In the middle of summer No food no water. People start dying, start rotting and your stuck, desperately trying to escape. Sweating and weakening in the darkness. The cargo container heating up like an oven. The person above you rotting and dripping down on you. Wanting to throw up but not being able to because you dont' have anything to puke up. Some of them last two months."

Shivering a bit, he said, "That' when I got a pair of lock pics surgically implanted under my skin. I can dig them out when the need arises. You would not believe how many shallow graves that's saved me from."

Nodding he said, "A good idea. Most illegal activities take place during the night. I shit you not, I've even people grabbed off of the street and never seen again. Either butchered, or sold into slavery Roanapur is never a nice pace, but at night well I've literally seen drainage ditches full of blood before."

The ride to the church was quick and easy. He put his guns and rounds on the back of the bike. The shotgun had been remilled a bit modified for slugs as well. Soon they were on their way to the former Maffia leader's house. Which it turned out was a house boat. Docked in a decently private are. The inside smelled like cigar smoke and ass, but opening the windows helped some 5 kilos of cocaine sat on the table along with some woman,naked and passed out. 4 naked women dropped to their knees as they entered eyes down they said at the same time, "Hello master."

Thomas sighed, "A harem, of course the sick bastard had a harem of sex slaves."

The four women each wore a collar and it was obvious they were actual saves. Not just females into BDSM. Thomas sighed, knowing the girl's first thoughts would probably be "Let them go" not realizing in Roanapur they might as well put a bullet in their heads Hell even in other places all over the world, these girls had been slaves most likely their whole lives, the fact they' said "hello master" in Italian was a sign of that. Assuming they even "Existed" who knew how long ago they'd been grabbed. Looking at the princess he said, "You wanna look through the house, or talk to the sex slaves and find out what we can about them?"
 
“Oh geez” She sighed after hearing that she didn’t, then again.. Thana shouldn’t be surprised; anything would go down in this place and be classified as normal. “Wow.. Everyone here’s had a hard life then.. Its kinder sad dontcha think?” She asked, burying her face in his back as they drove into head winds. The subject moved on pretty quick, moving onto something a little more uplifting, sex. At least this she knew what she was talking about, from here she actually, completely understood what he was going on about. “Ahh got in with that crazy person aye?” he giggled, she knew she probably sounded stupid but couldn’t resist. It was something she always did to her friends, hazing them. “I don’t think you smell like blood. More gunpowder and smokes.” She told him, taking a sniff at his jacket and coming up with just that. “Il remember that.. Thanks. Why would she want to kill me anyway? Has she got it out for me as well? Anyway, that sounds pretty nasty, sorry you had to see that.” As he spoke about the caged girls and their rotting bodies her mind became flooded with images that could resemble what he had seen, none were e enjoyable.

Reaching the church she saw the ladies that had given her, her first gun. Maria, she had indeed fallen in love with the beauty, coming to hands with the skill required even if she hadn’t yet mastered it.

“Don’t they all?” She asked, stepping onto to boat and seeing the naked girls, she wanted to cover them up, to give them some dignity but saw no point. They had been broken, changed completely into cock hungry slaves with only one purpose in life. “Ah geez. You talk to them, im no good with Italian.” Saying that she ventured further into the boat, the smell of smoke filling her nostrils, it wasn’t a half bad smell but just overwhelming having been in such a compact area. Venturing through draws and cupbourds she didn’t find a lot. More cigars, some sex toys and condoms, some rotten food that was quickly thrown out and other sorts. Nothing of importance that she could see anyway. “He got busy pretty often.” She laughed lifting up a magnum condom before putting it back.
 
Thomas stopped suddenly, moving quick he too the shotgun and basted one of the "Slaves" even as the others moved forward, a second one got her guts blown out. One sank a pair of knives into his back but got an elbow to the head even as he slammed the one with legs around his waist into he table. grabbing the knife from his back, he buried it into the one around his waist's eye socket. Twisting it he turned and threw it at the other one. She licked it out of the air and one at him, but he power bombed her onto the table. The collar kept him from grabbing to breaking her neck. Plus hi wounds from earlier were stopping him from just tossing her. He finally slammed her into the kitchen sink, turning it on to high he held her under the flowing water until she drowned. Then grabbing a knife slit her throat to make sure.

Pulling out his phone he called Sawyer, she was the best at what she did. After Sawyer was on her way, he said, "You just save both of our lives."

After a second he admitted, "Ok, your life, but still. gesturing towards the dead women he said, "Why would someone who had sex slaves, have condoms? Sex slaves are made infertile, either through surgery or beatings Condoms would be pointless Unless you didn't have sex with sex slaves. I think Boss Chang wanted to see if I was still as good as I once was."

After that Sawyer showed up, and in less than forty minutes she'd made the front room not only cleaner then after the fight but then when they'd married. Thomas paid her another 400 and she cleaned the whole house boat for them Finding a trunk full of guns and drugs. The main bedroom, had a king mattress, with sheets washed by Sawyer, a large number of pillows and such. A smaller "visitor" bedroom, with a closet full of sex toys an hooker wear Again a Sawyer cleaned cotton sheet. The bathroom which Sawyer cleaned three times with bleach. Then the kitchen and front room, with simple white paint but decent enough furniture, and a large plasma screen T.V..

Thomas smirked at the princess, "You wanna order take out, then crash, we can worry about our more domestic crap tomorrow morning."
 
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