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The Grass Is Always Greener (Crow11 x ThomasRHellsing)

The remaining guys stood their, completely frozen in fear as they watched their crew disintegrate before their very eyes. They raised their hands, dropping their weapons.

"Please .. We no want to die." They accents shining through with how little English they new. "Diego sent us to fetchs ze girl no?" He told him, looking at the man behind himself who was now literally shaking in his boots. He agreed, nodding aggressively.

"Diego? Which ones that?" Thana asked, looking back at the group that came to greet Thomas when they arrived at Roanapur. None seemed to resemble as Diego so she figured it was someone new. "Great.. More people who want me. Why does this Diego want me? Dead I'm guessing" Thana asked, standing at the door with Maria in her hands having grabbed the gun before venturing out.

"No no, he said to make sure you alive. He no tell us why." He replied, his voice shaky as he pleaded for his life.

"Thomas?" Thana turned to the man aiming the gun at the guys head. "Is he just another boss?"
 
Thomas shrugged, "I don't have a compendium of all the shit head crime bosses in the city. Let's go see what Diego wants." He shot one of the men in the head. saying, "Lea the way friend, and know if you piss me off, you'll die slowly."

He followed the black clad man, helping her step off the boat. Soon they were i the guy abduction van. heading into a fight.
 
Taking Thomas's hand when stepping off the boat, looking back once at the mess that would be left before turning back and venturing into the van. It had everything, ropes, leather straps, cuffs and what looked like sound proofed walls. What were they planning with her in a van like this? It left her mind wondering, What did Diego want?..

Once there she followed Thomas out of the van, carefully stepping out with her gun raised. She was nervous about the area. It was an open courtyard where the van stoped. Almost in front of the large mansions door and yet, there wasn't anyone around.
 
Thomas decided to knock, looking at her he said, "Get in the van, anyone opens it without knocking he door chime on the diner, shoot first, remember what I told you about speed reloading make your shots count."

Thomas didn't like how open the court yard was to snipers. so he made a decision. Havinf her sit against the back and locking the door he slammed into the gate at 80 miles an hour. the reinforced rick didn't slow down. Thomas slammed the van into the wall of the mansion before getting out He called, "I'm on my way remember, the door chime."

He called out, "DIEEEEGO, come out and plaaaaay."

A gun in his right hand, a pineapple grenade in his left. He wondered where the guy was.
 
She quickly returned to the van, opening the door and ordering the other guy out. "Go tell Thomas where you boss is at." She said to him, aiming the gun at his temple while he made his way out. Once out she shut the door, nodding to Thomas's words. She made her way to the back of the van, her gun raised at the door or any other entrances. She kept low and away from the windows and from view.

Thana looked at Thomas as he entered the van. Were they leaving already? Her question was quickly answered as he rammed into the gate and then the wall. The van was totalled and she was battered but alive.

"Crazy son of a bitch." She said under her breath, smiling before chuckling. Only Thomas would think of ramming the van into the mansion. As he got out she listened for a response to his remark.

Everything still seemed silent, no movement, no sound. The house was empty beside of a couple of whores who were now screaming.

Moments later the sound of engines could be heard. Loud rumbles of engines and traveling vehicles combined. Tanks. Rolling around from the back of the house were soldiers surrounding a big ol tank. Covered in camo and weapons. The soldiers were dressed rather messily, scrappy helmets with very little protection except the machine gun they received.

"Im here fucker." Deigo spoke via a speaker from the Tank. "Lets play no biatch." He scoffed before laughing over the mike. Thana could hear it all but have no idea on what was happening.
 
Thomas smirked, their were many ways to say "They brought a tank", fearful, incredulous, pants shittingy afraid. However as Thomas said it, well it was none of those. It was as if you'd just bought a 9 year old a big water gun or given a 3 year old a porno DVD. He said the words so full of wonder, and sheer joy you almost had to question his sanity. Thomas wished he was at full health.

Thomas looked at the hookers, "Leave, I'd strongly suggest you go somewhere else NOW!"

He pulled out his phone saying, "Auto dial Revy."

He slid his blue tooth on as it rang. Walking over towards the stereo he looked at the C.D.s, putting in "Burn it to the ground" by Nickelback he said as Revy picked up, "Yo you half breed, I'm about to take on a tank, about five minutes out of town feel free to stop by."

Thomas took a breath and ran towards the fray firing his depleted uranium rounds left right and center. The good thing about a target rich environment meant you almost couldn't miss. He was going through rounds like they were cheap. Pulling two grenades he tossed them over head. He switched to his rifle firing marksmen level shots. umping up and ruining while firing he grabbed one of his grenades shoving it into the tanks track followed by four more he dove to the side as the tread was bow to hell he kicked the guy on the machine gun in the face, dropped a grenade into the tank and closed it. Using the fifty caliber machine gun to mince meat the fuckers. However as they laid dead and dying two tanks rolled up on him. He umped but the 100mm cannon's blew the other tank to hell He felt the shrapnel hit bones and skin. He moved forward, firing and killing one of the guys on the fifty, he slammed a grenade down one of the cannon's well cannons. The resulting explosion blew his ear drums, and he felt blood on his face. He swore shrapnel was a bitch. He fired wildly at both the remaining tanks treads, Even as the remaining one's gun turned towards him he threw himself forward and swore as more shrapnel ripped into his back. Crawling with one hand he fired with the other Swearing as the gun clicked empty. He slid the empty jun into it's holster. diving towards the other one, he moved up the tread, putting the God Killer's barrel against the lock he fired, the armor piercing rounds did their ob. even as the gun clicked empty he yanked the hatch open and dropped his last two grenades inside. Laughing he moved over towards the dispatched troops his suit ruined, blood running own his body he called out, "I LOVE Roanapur"

"Yo Diego, we done yet, thanks for the morning work out, but we have work to do."
 
The whores were already out of the door, afraid by the man telling them to leave.

Thana had no idea what was going on, why he was telling the whores to leave and why he was playing music. She was confused as ever, tempted to venture out just for a look but stayed put.

Within seconds rounds of fire could be heard, things were destroyed, lives were taken. Thana could feel her body shake, she could see it in her grip around the gun. She was scared, worried for what was happening outside. Missfire hit the van, shattering the left over glass and leaving gaping holes. from the sounds of it all hell had broken loose outside.

Diego was quickly dead, having been blown to pieces with the first grenade thrown in the tanks control area along with his small army. It wasn't long before the courtyard became silent, the smell of metal and gunpowder apparent as smoke rose to the clouds. S

Thana waited a couple of moments before peering through the scrap that was the van. "Thomas?" She asked, looking around to see the tall, muscular man standing in the carnage. Slowly and carefully she made her way out. Stepping over dozens of bodies, guns and shrapnel. "You made an almighty mess." She noted, looking around and counting the bodies or what was left of them.
 
Thomas nodded and smiled, blood on his teeth from an impact that had busted one o his lips, "Yeah, they has tanks, remind me to bring bigger hard ware next time. Let's get you to work shall we?"

Revy came around the corner "Let, aw Hellsing you killed them all already."

Thomas nodded, "Too late to the party Rev can you give us a lift, we need to get to work."

The woman nodded "Sire i can bandage you up while princess drives. I've even got one of your suits in my trunk still."

By the time they got to the building, Thomas was wrapped up and ready His entire left arm was wrapped up, his right from the wrist up to his shoulder. His torso was rewrapped and and his right thigh and left leg from the knee down. He also had four bandagess on hi face, because of he shrapnel rounds. He yawned and said "Bored now."

He moved one towards a box in her office, and smiled "Bullets".

He began reloading his weapons the his clips. Before he began lazily cleaning his guns. smiling he said "800 rounds through them and not even hot, damn the Mother knows what she's doing."
 
She chuckled, seeing his devilish grin covered in blood. "Jesus." She said, shaking her head before walking out. She looked up at the sound of another voice, lifting her weapon before dropping it. By the response Thomas gave her she was a friend.

Getting into the front seat she put the keys in the ignition and drove away, having no idea where she was taking them.

Once being navigated to a building. Turning off the vehicle she got out, only to see the half mummified Thomas. She chuckled again before walking in. "Your now a mummified demon." She said entering the room. "What exactly are we doing here?" She asked, glancing around at the room while Thomas spoke about his lovely new gun.
 
Thomas shrugged, "This is your office, the head office of the Maffia in Roanapur, it's a place to rest relax, and get work done. While your doing that I'm going to take a nap because I was shot at alot earlier."

Relaxing on a pull out bed, he'd ordered last night, he yawned. Puling the blanket up and a pillow down. He was soon snoring slightly. Occasionally people would come in with issues, Thomas would still snoring point his gun at them. Son noon had come Thomas looked at her "You caught up on the paper work we need to continue your gun lessons and I want to introduce grenades But grenades are quick to learn, so we can keep doing this until 4.".
 
She had an office now, how long would it stay this neat and tidy before someone came in trying to kill her. She shrugged, she had Thomas.

"Ugh, I hate work." She said slumping into a wheelie chair, sitting behind the nice look desk and at the paper work that piled on top of it. She looked over at the now resting Thomas, a grumpy look on her face as she began sorting through everything. There was quiet a bit of work to be done and she was thankful for taking that business management class back in high school.

She was just about done when he awoke. She was neck deep in papers that had been completed and just needed filing. She had built her own fort with papers. "Give me just one... Done." She said standing and slamming the pen. Twisting around she cracked her back, she was stiff from sitting in such a position for such a long time. "I need some fresh air.."
 
He nodded standing up, he whistled and two secretaries appeared he told them to sort the paper work. Mot would assume a maffia didn't have paper work but the truth was a legit business was part of most Maffias. Plus things like money guns, that all had to be accounted for. Plus where you w ere cleaning money. Thomas drove them to the church of violence. Leading her to a course. He relaxed against a wall saying, "Grenades are easy to use hard to master. Pull the pen, you have ten seconds before they pop, since these are training grenades you get covered in paint. Grenades are one of the most useful things in gang combat, since you can make a pipe bomb from them also a car bomb, briefcase bomb and multiple traps, which we'll be covering after you learn the basics of throwing them."
 
"Doesn't seem to hard. Just like throwing a rock." She shrugged, picking up one of the training grenades. she felt pretty confident about these. She alway did have a good arm when playing softball. "What am i aiming at?" She asked, looking at the course, didn't seem to threatening. Maybe she was just hardening up after everything she has seen and experienced. Maybe it was the rough fucking she got from Thomas that kicked her into gear.

It was a nice day, blue skies with fluffy white clouds and one that was forming from the wreckage they had left at Diego's place. Looking over at the mansion she asked. "I wonder what he wanted from me. Probably the same as everyone else yeh?"
 
Thomas shrugged, "I honestly meant to ask him. Sort of got carried away with the whole killing em thing. But if it's something important I'm sure it will come up again in the pot called life. I'm half tempted to buy that house though it was sweet, and it had a pool."

Smirking he said "It seems easy, but nothing is as it seems. The big issue is splash back."

He ha her toss one, but it was too close despite being in the air, and coated her in paint. Another one to show her another issue he caught it and threw it back so it was at her feet as it went off. Nodding he said, "See not that easy, splash back distance is about 15 feet, 5 feet in an inclosed space if it's directional, in a hall way figure twenty feet."
 
"Just doing your job."

She said in reply to his answer, chuckling lightly as he spoke about the house. She was focused on learning, being somewhat excited to get the chance to use a grenade even if it was a training one. Throwing the grenade before Thomas had a chance to finish and was soon coated in paint. Standing their, her mouth open in surprise with her eyes closed shut.

"Oh my god."

She said again, wiping away the paint near her eyes before looking at Thomas with complete shock. She watched on as he threw back on which coated her in more paint. By now there was very little of her covered in paint, she was two different colours, orange and blue, a little bit like half half. She stood there, her arms out as most girls did when something disgusting or wet hit there body.

"I'm completely soaked.."
 
Nodding he said, 'Yes you are, but if you'd been using live grenades,everywhere covered in paint would be burned off right now. See the cover of paint represents the amount of damage you'd get. so you'd be dead twice now. So take this stuff seriously. I want a hundred perfect throws to take out the eight standing targets. You do that we move onto the more fun stuff."
 
His lecture didn't take away from the fact that she was soaked. She understood that she would have been dead if the grenades were live, understanding the ways and things she did wrong.

"100? In his heat?"

She questioned, looking at the tall dark man. Roanapur was hot all the time and there wasn't any shade that would save her from the heat. With a groan she walked over to the targets, standing by the buckets filled with the paint grenades. Shooting one last annoyed glance at Thomas she picked one up and went from there.

"Fun stuff better be fucking fun."

She mummbled under her breath like a small child annoyed at not getting somthing she wanted. Throwing seemed easy.. At first. After about 30 throws her arm began to ache, she began to sweat from the heat and the paint that had completely coated her was now drying uncomfortably. Seeing no other way she began to strip, taking off the suite and the rig that sat on her hips, leaving her lighter and cooler. With a sigh she stretched out her arms. She was no only dressed in her lace undies and bra hoping that a cool breeze would save her.
 
After she'd gotten the hundred throws he said, "Now for the second issue, look at Maria."

The gun was similar to her coated in paint. Thomas nodded, "Grenades tend to leave a residue mostly same, and stun grenades. These effect a fire arm. It's going to be a pain cleaning her luckily we're at the church they can do it quickly."

He lead her inside, where a dozen grenades were waiting nodding he said "this is my favorite type of grenade use, traps. Nothing quite like getting backed into a corner, only for you enemy to set off a trap. Now what type of grenade trap o you want to work on first, there's Above traps below traps and hidden traps. Also go shower these are filled with talcum, powder, not paint."
 
Turning to face Thomas she looked at him, exhausted and hot with sun kissed skin. She turned her attention to Maria, lifting her out of the holster and looking at her. I had bits of paint covered across its surface which worried Thana slightly. Looking up as he spoke about cleaning she sighed, thankful that the paint wouldn't ruin its beauty.

"Hidden traps sound good."

She told him, looking over his shoulder at the grenades, carrying her body suit in her arms while walking around still in only her panties and bra. She had gotten paint everywhere, her face was splattered with it, along with her arms and bits of her stomach.

"Gladly."

Thana added, turning and heading away to the showers. Turning on the hot water before stripping down completely and adjusting the temp of the shower until perfect. Stepping in she began to scrub away at her body, starting with the areas that were covered in paint before moving on to other areas that could use with a clean after working hard. Once finished she stepped out onto a placed towel, taking another and drying herself off before heading down stairs with the same towel wrapped around her body.

"What am I supposed to wear, that's covered in paint."

She pointed at the suite before looking back at the tall man.
 
Thomas rolled his eyes, and handed her a painter's jump suit, it was a thin plastic looking at her he said "Before we leave I'll borrow some clothes from one of the sisters. How, traps."

Nodding he said "First thing first, make sure you have everything you need befoe you remove the pin the first trap we're making is called a door bomb."

Thomas took nodding he said, "First thing first, you have to cook the grenade, this means moving the pin for a bit under half of the time. In this case four seconds then return it. Then you cut the length of the trap wire and or fishing line two feet, plus the length of the distance between the chair and the door. Ideally this would be a foot at most."

He took a chair, after tying the line firmly to the door knob, he ran the line to the chair Pulling out just tape he wrapped it twice around the grenade. Slowly puling the pin all but out, he said, "The key is to make it where a door opens outward. Now when someone opens the door."

He called out, "Brother Alexander could you come here real quick."

The young brother opened the door and blinked the pin barely in was yanked out as he opened the door. Because of the time it had been coked the boy barely had time to open his eyes before he was covered head to toe in talcum powder. Along with her. Thomas smirked, "See, just like before making sure your not covered in the blast radius is important, now for the net idea. Alexander come inside."

Nodding he said, "The next way is a bit more arrogant, but works as well, this requires very careful manipulation. Cut about six inches plus the height of the top of the door to the ceiling. Now this one requires you to cook the grenade until less then a second remains on the internal fuse."

He duct tapped the top of the trap line to the ceiling. Opening the door abut two inches, he balanced the grenade on top of the door calling out, "Yo Yolanda, come here real quick."

The blond opened the door, as she did the drenade feel the string was pulled taunt. However, the eight of grenade, and the mostly worked out pin meant the pi came out and the grenade was about womb height when it went off This time the door acted as a barrier Until Yolanda kicked it open and pointed her gun at Thomas. Who'd raised one of his grenades the pi out. Yolanda twitched but finally put the gun away and Thomas repinned the grenade saying "Of course with a real grenade you have to be careful, the door becomes shrapnel as often as not. But it's not guaranteed. now for the biggest way to do it, and also the most dangerous. This ones requires some demolitions skill, so we're going to use proxy grenades, one tenth as powerful as the real things."

Thomas took ten grenades, putting two at each hinge, and the rest in a circle around the center of the door. He put one whee the lock was. Then ran a line from each to the side of the door, where he tapped them own firmy caling out, "Mother could you approach please, we need your help."

The sounds of the elderly woman approaching were clear Suddenly her gun barked, a bullet blowing the hinges off, before the door fell forward where a bullet cut each of the trap lines The door was then kicked. Propelling it towards Thomas. Even as Yolanda grabbed the younger two an yanked them out of the way Thomas went down under the door, as the old Nun said, "Grenades can also be set off my other detonations nearby and bullets."

The old nun pulled out a pineapple grenade and Thomas it at Thomas who more on instinct then though pulled the door as a shield. Remembering just the thing going off would set the fake grenades off. He swore as a massive plume of smoke formed where he'd been. The Mother smirked, "What have we learned Thomas?"

Thomas was coated in white to the point he almost looked like a slightly charred ghost, "Never try and prank the woman who taught you about traps, with a trap. you all review what she taught me, I need to shower."

As the legendary badass walked away. Yolande chuckled, until she realized her Nun's robes were covered in powder. The elderly woman smirked, "So dearie what has old Hell Hands been teaching you?"
 
So many numbers and things to remember. Everything just about flew over the top of Thana's head as he began to explain and demonstrate the grenades. All were impressive, having their own unique ability and status as he set them off. Thana just stood at the end of the table, both arms holding onto the other as she rested her hip against the bench. She was refreashed but her arms were swore after throwing so many for practice, along with her legs and feet.

"Again Thomas!"

She said as the powder fell over her clean clothes. With a sigh she gave up, her hand rubbing her forehead while listening on. It wasn't long before somthing she had never ever witnessed happened. Thomas had been schooled by someone else and that someone being and old nun. She held back her laughter, biting her bottom lip as a huge smile covered her face. As he took his walk of shame out of the room she turned to the women that addressed her.

"Shooting, how to throw a grenade and not to trust anyone?"

She began, her voice keeping at a normal tone while speaking about shooting before becomming deep and tiresome as she mentioned the thowing. It had to be the most boring exercise she had encounted so far, it left her swore although she was completely unaware of its benefits later on. She could throw somthing to hit a target almost every time, giving or taking the distance ofcourse.
 
The old Nun nodded gesturing to a picture on a wall. A scarred youth had his arm around a girl who looked dressed like a hootchie, a blond flipping off the camera, while another teen was polishinng a gun. A teen of asian decent was looking up from a large knife, while a girl with a scar across her throat looked up the famlure throat scars would probably jog her memory. The Nun smiled, "He always did love grenades, I heard he used them against three tanks earlier. Sometimes I wonder if that boy has a death wish."

Yolande chuckled, "Are you kidding, I almost pity the demons forced to forge his sin chain."

The boy blinked, "Sin chain?"

The elderly other nodded, "Some believe that in hell, the damned are bound in red hot chains each link representing their sin. small sins are small links like one might find on a necklace, whereas murder, gluttony, lust, and the worst sins are made of a several hundred pound metal and kept red hot. That the damned is forced to carry around for all eternity."

Yolande chuckled, "Thomas's chain has got to fill the entirety of hell three times over, and weight more then a continent."

Thomas's voice carried from the bathroom, "Why do you think I learned how to fight with a chain? Besides, I always preferred the damned demons idea."

Again the teen looked at the mother, who with a sigh said, "Some believe that since hell is the manifestation of the first sin, Lucifer betraying god, that is are equated to power. That those who commit the most murders, kill the most people that in hell they become devils themselves."

Thomas's voice echoed again, "Hell yeah, how else can you explain me taking on three tanks and walking away. The devil's too scared to take me, and heaven won't accept me."

Thomas stepped out a towel on his lower body. It showed the grizzly sight that was his body. Under the harsh sun the scars that had been too faded the previous night were clear as day. Burns, cuts, bombs, bullets, grands, stitches. A large section of his arm from his left elbow to his shoulder. The ones that stood out the most however, were one that went from his right shoulder, to hi left hip A pair that went from his left peck, to his right kidney about 6 inched between them a four bullet bundle dead in the center of the slashes, a single large bullet hole dead center of those, and the scar on his face. Thomas smirked as he said, "You should be glad I'm going easy on you, those big scars on my chest happened right here."

Pointing at two of the bullet holes he said, "Revy" he moved down pointing at two "Yolanda", the big one "Anderson" he pointed at the first smaller one, "Johnny", he pointed at the second one, "Playa". He pointed at the biggest hole, center mass, a guarantee kill shot, "Mother Superior, point blank, went through my spin, put a hoe in the concrete under me. Sheer luck made it miss any of the more major parts of my back."

Thomas sat down, pulling one of his cigarillos he said, "Your not the only one, the money obsessed bastard didn't want to join the family. Figured I'd be a threat, so they offered the good Mother what 30 mill to put me down?"

The woman shook her head, "A hundred million."

Thomas nodded, "So she called a group sparring session told the others they'd each get a million to put my down like a dog. I was so shocked, so betrayed I didn't even realize what was going on until the dear mother put a bullet in between my lungs."

Yolanda sighed, "How did you survive, I know you got pay back, but you were dead. We went inside to eat, and when we came back you were gone, a trail of blood where you'd been."

Thomas smirked walking with them, he moved towards the very back of the range. Where he revealed a small hole in the bricks. Going over the wall he walked a good twenty paces. Where a rabbit hole was. He smirked and reached inside, pulling out a rag. Wrapped inside were a knife, a medical kit, a soldering iron, and a 9mm pistol. A small picture in a cheap frame as well, smiling he showed it to the woman. it looked like her when she was 8 or nine, but thinner a few scars visible. A young Thomas next to her, he said, "Your sister and me, we weren't allowed to have personal things for training. the reason why these scarred so bad I used a soddering iron to burn the cuts shut Wrapped the bullets, and injected 100 CC's of morphine."

Yolanda spoke then, "Then he showed us, showed us why it's a bad idea to piss him off. Used a door trap on Anderson, Johnny and Playa, Revy he cracked her skull in three place, me he shot me in the hip, spent the net year in a hospital be, still can't run as fast as a healthy woman."

She showed the scar it was horrendous, as big as a golf ball, thick scar tissue. Along with a few bulges which were probably broken pieces of bone. The Mother superior touched her eye patch. Clearly showing what Thomas had done to her. Thomas reached into a pocket, and showed her a eye in a jar of preserving liquid. The color matched the old nun's good eye. She blinked, "You still have that?"

Thomas nodded, smirking as he said "Of course, it helps me remember to always keep an eye on everyone."

The three killers burst out laughing. Even as "Brother Alexander" moved closer to her, whispering in her ear, "They are weird, huh?"
 
She looked at the photo, noting a couple of familure faces before listening in on their convosation. It was a rather interesting one in which she actually learn't alot. He was right in making sure that she trusted no one, he had been stabbed in the back by the people he grew up with and yet stands here with them, chatting about the good ol times even if they were horendous. He definetly had alot to show, his body looked to be 80 percent or more covered in scar tissure. He was a healing machine. She couldn't believe what they were saying, what they ahd done to him and how much for and yet... They failed as he stood here, showing them how he escaped and the trophy he carried around with him to remember. It was scary to think that these people, a nun in a church would do such things but then again... They were in Roanapur.

Moving outside she looked at the picture as he explained.

"Geez, hard enough life."

She told him, feeling a little guilty at how lucky she had been with her own upbringing. As the bunch carried on she turned to the boy who had spoke.

"You have no fucking idea.." She said, they were a weird bunch but a dangerous bunch as well.
 
The teen shook his head, "I was sent to the Mother eight months ago, by the church. I was an orphan and I can honestly say Roanapur seems entirely too close to hell."

Thomas smirked, "I'm sure you'll be a fine priest i time boy, the other here is a firm believer in god helps those who help themselves but she knows what she's doing."

The woman nodded, "Listen to him my child, he's one of the Deadly Dozen."

The teen blinked, "No way, the deadly dozen as sociopaths, murder who make demons seem like saints. You seem calm and nice, well for Roanapur."

Thomas smirked, "It's true, the 12 deadliest people Mother Superior trained. I'm Hell Hands, Yolanda was The Fallen Angel, Anderson was The Devil's priest, Revy was Two Handed death, Shigure was the silent Slit, Johnny was the Blood King, Chinga was the Asian twist, Sawyer was he Torture misstress, and Playa was The Boss."

Yolanda nodded, "Then their's the three queens."

Thomas shivered a bit, said, "Shhhh, you know you say their names and they'll appear."

The boy spoke, "No way, prove it."

Thomas sighed an nodded. Waking to the course he said, "Yolande, when your ready."

The Nun nodded and pressed the start button. Thomas moved for cover totally ignoring it. He basically ran in a straight line firing and blowing holes in the targets. He was doing the opposite of what he'd told her to do Two target popped up behind him. He jumped into the air, doing a summer salt, he shot both n the head before landing on his feet. His guns clicked empty as the final target popped up. He grabbed a knife from his boot ducking it's rounds his knife nailing the dead center of the target he smirked.

Looking at the maffia princess he said, "This is too easy, maybe we should get you a tank to practice on."
 
Crossing her arms Thana simply looked at the tall, dark man.

"Are you serious. No! This is fine. You'll probably kill me."

She said, bringing out Maria and walking out onto the field. She readied herself as much as she could, taking in deep breaths, shaking out her still arms and jogging on the spot before waiting for things to start. This would be easier then a tank, they were targets not living breathing humans who had the ability to fight back thankfully.

When the Nun re-pressed the start button she headed off, her moves a little sloppy but did the job as she shot all of the targets. Stopping as she finished off the last one, turning around puffed.

"Wasn't as easy as it looked.."
 
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