A little more down time is had before the real discussion of the raid happens. Not much bickering is had during this process and the majority of the talking is done by Nikita. The Embassy is the biggest and most heavily fortified in the world, posing a huge issue. However, getting in isn’t a problem, as Adam and Nikita had met a few people who work in the embassy and that, if anything, they’d let Adam in to deliver mail or something minuit. He’s a proud American and he’s in a country very hostile to Jews, so he could also get in claiming he needs safety too. There’s a million options and the hardest part there is getting the story straight. The complicated parts come from the issue of getting into the vault of the offices along the Tigris. They’re past a plethora of office buildings and other locations and have guards all around.
The issue is that Adam has no clearance and there’s allegedly a hard-ass officer that has begun training some of the new guards over the heightening tensions, and has therefore created another obstacle. It will be hard for Adam to blend in to get there, to which some questions have come up of how the heist should go. Nikita says to go it alone and not actually send Adam in, but sneak into the offices yourselves. Peters adds to this saying that Adam should distract the officer in order to make sneaking in easier. Rick thinks it would be easiest to let him do the talking and play the role of a diplomat, changed by the furry virus, and swiping the id of someone else in order to achieve this. He says he has to meet the person first in order to do it, because most people don’t know how the furry virus works, and especially don’t know the time frame for it.
Once inside navigating the building should be easy due to labeling on floors. You need to be on the level, where the vault is under, under the office of the American diplomat to Iraq, a man named Logan Francis Pierce, a white guy from Nebraska. You don’t know this guy’s face in the slightest, and to get into the office, there’d need to be some crime. Nikita says that she’d need to see more of the basement, but considering the construction materials, she’d likely be able to get into the office from the sewers. She talked about a heist on an abandoned bank she did, and says she knows how to get through vaults. She says she looked at a map of the sewers after chatting up a construction worker and found the sewers are guarded but a line runs directly under the ambassador’s office due to the placement of bathrooms on the floor above. She says that if she can get into the offices she can likely find out where the best place to enter the sewer is from.
Rick says he’s not gonna wander the sewers in his suit and he’ll bullshit his way into people letting him in through the front door. You ask how and he says he can likely mimic the voice of Pierce if he heard it and claim that he has a colleague who had recently caught the furry virus and looks different, but needs to collect files. This begs more questions about what the furry virus is and yields no more answers for you. Everyone but you and Peters seems to know and everyone seems to just say plague.
Lastly is the question of how to leave. Rick says he’ll just walk out the front door with a box full of shit, but it requires someone to steal a car. Nikita says her plan would require you to go back through the sewers. You also begin talking about the steps to do this and Nikita’s is as follows: enter the compound and have half the group get some info from architects while Adam distracts the guards, to find the route. Step two is to sneak to the power generators and shut them off to buy time to gain entrance to the sewers and cause a distraction and deal with the guards in the sewers. This happens while half the party steals either a drill or an explosive to break open the vault. Nikita’s method includes a lot of implied murder and a lot of noise.
Rick’s plan is as follows
Watch the news, look things up online, find some media depicting Pierce, mimic his voice, call the main offices, start asking around until someone is missing, and notify the offices that that person gotten changed and Id needs to be reissued after that person grabs some files from the office, impersonate said person, ask for badge and id copies as that person got robbed after infection, say they need to get into Pierce’s office, go to Pierce’s office, rob the vault, leave, have someone waiting as a valet for the group. The plan could essentially just be Rick and someone with a driver’s license that can fit in a car, which excludes Muscle Mon. However, it was tweaked in case of things going wrong and Rick needing back up, which includes Nikita and you, and you two getting suits. Peters was elected as the designated driver as he’s got some experience blazing through Germany and France in a jeep while getting shot at, so he seemed better than Adam’s normal driving and Lucifer’s 9 car accidents, which Lucifer explained and excused themselves for each one, no matter how bad the excuses were.
Nikita’s plan is this:
Look through local hardware and thrift stores for a buzz saw and jack hammer, or some other power tools and flashlights, send in Adam with everyone to gain entrance, locate the main offices and the main power generator building, split group and send Adam to distract the nosy officer, one group cuts power to the main generator to the embassy and then flee, other enters the sewers in the confusion, proceed to under the main office and drill into it, proceed into vault, follow sewers out to the exit, and dump everting before going back in and regrouping with Adam in the confusion to draw attention away from him. This plan requires everyone to participate and has a lot of faces shown.
Rick’s plan doesn’t risk too many people and doesn’t risk Adam, but he’s gonna have a target on his head after and so will you and Nikita. Nikita’s plan can be pinned on terrorists, but if things go wrong, everyone has a target on their head. Both rely heavily on luck, while Rick’s relies on two people being gone or inactive, while Nikita’s is gambling with the thought process of hundreds of personnel of the embassy.
Both could involve combat, but Nikita’s has significantly more back up. Which plan should you vote for? Nikita’s or Rick’s?
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You’re not completely onboard with either plan, but Nikita’s seems too complicated and too risky, where it almost will inevitably turn to violence. Nikita says that these are some major crimes you’re about to commit and if caught will fuck you over for life, and that it doesn’t matter either way cause either you’re getting changed back after and cannot be tied to the crimes, you’re not getting changed back and therefore are already fucked cause the government would want to cut you open, or are dying after and it doesn’t matter. These sort of distasteful comments and general uncaring attitude sets you off and really sets Adam off, who is not at risk at all from Rick’s plan and completely at risk from Nikita’s.
Everything just seemed safer with Rick’s. His is just a prank call and acting, and you’ve got a really good coach for it. You need a backstory and suits, and then a car. No one needs to die, and if all goes well, no one can connect you to it. Others agree and no one sided with Nikita, which irks Nikita, but she concedes to the majority. The first step of the plan is really easy, you literally just go into a thrift store type thing and start looking at suits. You find a blue one, darker than your face, that fits well. It’s pretty simple and you normally don’t like wearing a suit, but, this makes you feel more normal, more generic, more male. Nikita gets a more 40s P.I. look to her. She gets a beige trench coat that she wears over a white dress shirt and black slacks, with a red tie and suspenders. Rick looks both over and compliments the designs. For payment, Rick uses his credit card because you’re a broke college student and Nikita is used to post apocalyptic shit that you couldn’t really understand. It was a mix of bartering and unofficial but widely recognized currencies. You zoned out as she yammered on about it with Rick.
Once you leave, you end up going back to the makeshift poke center-bar-inn, and find a black suburban with a smashed window and no plates, sitting in front of the inn.
“I’m willing to put money on them having stolen this from the US government.” Nikita jokes
“Your money is our trash.” Rick replies
“We still have silver and gold.” Nikita retorts as she walks into the inn.
“That would work.” Rick chuckles as he follows her in. You enter last, saying nothing. Once inside you get greeted by the rest of the group, and get caught up to speed. Peters stole the car, but can’t drive it because he’s used to stick. Rick is somewhat shocked that Peters knows how to Hotwire, but Peters says he had to learn because his platoon leader lost the keys to his jeep somewhere in France, and thanks to a company man from Queens, he made due. Lucifer ended up driving, as he was the only other one there and is likely gonna be the getaway. Adam and MM are probably just going to sit this one out, it’s easier that way.
You get a quick bite to eat as Rick watches the news on his phone. Cellphones got weird, just this slab of glass that you can touch to do things, and you can open it by things looking at you. They’re also apparently really fragile, which doesn’t make sense, you’d think they’d get stronger as they got more expensive, but no. Regardless, he starts seeing a lot about Pierce and begins to mimic his voice and speech habits. It first sounds silly, with him constantly making odd noises and repeating the same word over and over again, but eventually it starts sounding real. He tests himself by having Nikita find a speech’s words and Rick recites it, without hearing it first, and then Nikita plays the audio and it sounds indistinguishable. It’s concerning how quickly Rick got the accent down, down to a very slight lisp, that’s only noticeable when Pierce really annunciates an S. Rick says he doesn’t do this often, so it may not be perfect, and Nikita says Rick is a mutant for doing it so well.
With the voice down, Rick makes a long call to the embassy, with a lot of annoyance and yelling. The points of importance in this are:
-Brent Shaw (who Rick will be, and who’s an actual person who’s been missing for a while) had had too much to drink and had screwed around with a furry and gotten infected
-the furry disease is very susceptible to antiseptics for preventing the mental changes from the disease, and so he had taken to binge drinking, but not enough to prevent the physical changes, only most of the mental, resulting in a somewhat foggy memory
-during this Brent had vomited on two of his security personnel and had infected them (you and Nikita).
-Nikita’s name is Lexie Myers, while yours is Christian Chandler (Muscle Mon and Nikita got extremely angry at this choice by Rick, for some unknown reason)
-the three of you need to be transferred back to the United States as the people of Iraq see the Furry virus as an epidemic similar to HIV/aids and as a largely homosexual std, and the group is very much in danger for having this and being in a very religious country.
-before everyone leaves they need to collect some stuff from the office of Pierce, which Pierce cannot be bothered to help with personally, but access to the vault is required as there’s some very important files down there.
This all seems to work, and although it deviates from the original plan which required new IDs, this one allows you to walk in and out with no troubles. The only issue is if Pierce shows up at the embassy at that exact time. To minimize the chances of this happening, the group heads over immediately after the phone call. Lucifer parks a little bit away and you walk up to the main entrance. Rick chit chats with the guard, says things are a little fuzzy in the head at the moment, but manages to get the guards to radio into the hq, and confirms the story, which leads to them escorting you most of the way to the offices. As you walk, you feel things are going too smooth. Literally nothing has gone as planned since you lost your humanity, but this is just well thought out and simple. However, as fate would have it, complications arose in the form of a behemoth of armor.
A man storms over to the group, clearly angered, while not a hint of flesh is visible. The man is dressed in some heavy, almost mech-like armor, mostly made of riveted steal plates, with heavy shoulder plates accompanied by a slimmer torso and heavy plates on the arms and legs. Even the joints seem heavily armored and the tubes connected to the helmet too. You can’t tell his height but it’s tall, and with the bright orange lenses on his helmet, he stands out like a sore thumb. He screams at the guards for allowing “degenerate monsters” on American soil, which breaches all sorts of protocol. The guard sheepishly explains to the man the situation. With the explanation, the man, who does not address himself as anything other than Sergeant, and responds angrily to “sir”, claiming he works for a living, and chastises the guard one more time before wandering off to the other side of the embassy, with loud thunks from every step. As he wanders away, you’d notice a wheel on his back with some sort of red thing in it.
The guard escorting you asks you to follow, rather meekly, clearly scared of the sergeant, and continues to the main offices again. He seems really shaken up, do you try to comfort him?
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You tell the guard not to worry about him, and that he’s doing fine. The guard chuckles nervously and says that the sergeant has been wreaking havoc on the whole base, and it’s worse than what one would get, straight into boot camp. You try to talk some more with him, but he doesn’t want to continue, so you continue walking, without hassle, occasionally seeing the Sergeant in the distance, wandering around and yelling at others, and notice he’s the only one in the armor. It doesn’t sit well with you. You eventually make it to the main offices and get assistance from one of the office workers, who keeps looking at everyone oddly. Rick gets asked a lot of questions and seems to be really good with making shit up, guessing that something was wrong with the worker’s wife, and discovering she’s in surgery for something to do with her spleen. He also finds out that there is an issue with rats in the building and that no efforts have succeeded in getting rid of them. Over all, the office worker seems apprehensive about the appearances, but not distrusting that Rick is Brent Shaw, stating that he likes the new version of Brent, and that the old one was a bit of a tool. Rick’s bullshitting ability is immaculate, he’d make a great corrupt politician.
You make it to the main offices and the guard directs you to the Ambassador’s office. Rick thanks him and says he’s not allowed within the office as there’s highly sensitive materials that only he and his personal guard can witness, unless the Ambassador himself shows up. The guard doesn’t argue and leaves, shutting the door as he goes. Inside the office is very lavish. Velvet walls in green with a love seat with maroon satin cushions and gold decorating the wooden supports. The desk is an odd patterned wooden desk covered with a green velvet mat. There’s a painting on the wall of the ambassador and of a variety of different presidents, as well as some football stars and other knickknacks. There’s also several book cases and other shelves lining the walls. Rick investigates a few of the baseballs on the shelf and swipes some. You almost say something, but quickly remember that you’re about to rob the US government.
“So what do you think this desk is made out of? Cocobolo?” Rick asks
“Probably mahogany wood, cause of the color patterns.” Nikita replies, staring at the paintings “thought I’d go and test the density or hardness of it, to really tell.”
“Doesn’t matter. Anyways, Queen, what’s your info on this shit anyways? How do we go and find the entrance?”
“Should be somewhere around the desk, or the sofa. There’s gotta be somewhere where you can type in a security key.” You reply, walking over to the desk, and looking under it. Below it, you can see a trap door “found the entrance.” You call
“Found the place to put the key?” Nikita replies, as she starts looking at the books
“It’s not a real key, it’s a word, like…” you trail off, fishing the letter from your jacket and opening it “Falador.” You say
“Falador? Like the Falador massacre?” Rick asks
“I don’t know. Was that here?”
“It’s from RuneScape, you’re probably thinking of Fallujah, or something. Nobody actually died or anything, just in a game.” Nikita answers, studying the books. “But I think I May have found it.” She replies, putting her finger on one of the books. “And if I did, this is some Scooby Doo type shit!” She remarks as she pulls a book forward, to which the trapdoor lowers slightly, then slides in behind itself, revealing a staircase downwards, and a dimly lit hallway
“How did you know it was that book?” You ask
“It had Falador written on its spine. I’m just putting two and two together.” She remarks, walking over, with Rick following after. Nikita descends first, pulling a flashlight from her coat. You follow her and get down pretty fast, then begin following the long and winding hallway. It seems fairly large, and probably wasn’t made for a bunker or vault. Quickly your guess is proven correct, finding several coffin looking stone structures, some open, with remains inside.
“Wasn’t expecting a crypt.” You joke
“Why not, the entirety of this embassy was built on thousands of dead men and thousands of lies. It’s only natural this would happen.” Nikita says, no hint of sarcasm in her voice.
You proceed forward and find some concerning scenes, including fresh corpses, blood, torture devices, and a man with his entrails removed from his abdomen and shoved down his throat. You stop really paying attention to the scenes of brutality within the walls of this crypt. You proceed further, finding the goal. There is a room filled to the brim with treasures. Gold plated machine guns line the walls, bills stacked high to the ceiling, solid gold bars stacked 6 feet high and 6 feet wide, and all sorts of other treasures ancient and new. Everyone has the same thought, with Nikita abandoning the communist ideology in the wake of all this treasure, just ripe for the taking, walking up to feel the metal. Rick practically salivates, and you stand, jaw hanging as low as it can go, staring at unparalleled wealth, likely more wealth that’s ever passed through the hands of your entire bloodline.
“I feel a strange feeling, knowing there’s nothing stopping me from taking all of this, but my own ability to carry this all.” Rick says “For once, my own strength is my only weakness.”
“One gold bar will set me, my kids, and my grand kids up for life. Fuck the rest of it, I just need one!”
“I shit you not you guys, I met a guy in this same situation.” Nikita begins “he had 37, couldn’t normally steal it, but he had something with him, that let him just walk out with it. A bag of infinite holding. An extremely rare item, one valued at just shy of this much shit.” Nikita says
“Any chance you have one?” Rick asks sarcastically “smuggle any magical artifacts up your ass into this hellhole?”
“What do you think?”
“Worth a shot. We can-“ you begin
“Cause the answers are yes and yes.” Nikita says, with a manic smile. Causing Rick to laugh hysterically. “A very close friend convinced me to get one of these, at the cost of something extremely valuable-“
“What did you trade for a bag that can fit 50 tons of gold?”
“Nuke. But I-“
“Fucking what?” You interrupt
“I sold a nuke to an evil civilization, but not the codes. Luckily they’re not around anymore to try to take back their deal.”
“So, did you steal the nuke back from them after they disappeared or something?” Rick asks
“No, someone else did and sold it to Russia.”
“Why would they do that?” You ask
“Russia has like ten thousand nukes, the fuck is one more in the Grand Marshal’s hands gonna do?”
“Regardless, get to loading that shit up!” Rick says “The actual people working here could show up at any moment.”
“Wait, are we robbing the Iraqi people?” You ask
“I’m allied to the person who controls Baghdad, I can give this shit back to them, well, some of it. Finder’s tax.”
“So, you’re robbing them?”
“No, but every non profit gotta have funds to run, ya know?”
“Whatever. If you’re giving some of it back, I guess I’m ok with it.” You say, to which Nikita grabs Rick and begins talking in private.
You start looking for the absolite, tuning the two of them out. You hear some comments, mostly Rick complaining, and Nikita asking about his and your fur colors. You’re putting the pieces together but wish you weren’t, as you sort through boxes and crates, stacked high and full of priceless artifacts and other valuables. Eventually they shut up and you can hear Rick celebrating, but that’s a little away from you. This treasure trove is huge. You wish it were smaller, cause it would be easier to search, but don’t, at the same time, because you love how much there is to take. You see an odd box, with a poke ball and a strange E surrounded by stars drawn on it. You open it and find a bunch of small marbles inside. You pick one up, and it feels strange, lightweight, but unfathomably dense, coupled by it sending an odd wave of electricity up your arm. It feels magical. You look over more of it, and find one that’s dark blue and white. You gaze at it, and it draws your full attention, beckoning you to touch it. You grab it, and feel a surge of energy through your entire body.
You go temporarily blind, everything becoming white, feeling a sharp pain in your temples, within the bone and flesh, and your horn. Next comes your back, feeling like something grabbed your arms and legs and put you on the rack, stretching you out. Your fingers pain you too, stretching, then your legs, then your arms, your toes, your hips, your ribs, your breasts, your face, everything is stretching, paining you. It’s like fire is running through you, inside your bones, your veins, you skin, your soul. Your back hurts next, feeling two things exploding from it. You let out a scream, one that breaks and changes with the rest of you, and just as suddenly as it started, it stops, and you fall to the ground, vomiting blood. You’re on your hands and knees, shaking, trembling. Everything feels different again, everything is sore, and you have more things to give feeling. You can feel your wings, it’s like you have another pair of arms attached to your shoulders, causing you to move them around. You can see them in your peripheral as you stare at the bloody vomit. It stains parts of your fur and hair, which is much longer and fluffier now. You stay there for a minute or two, twitching, before finally getting up. You stand on your two feet, new feelings consuming you, and see the remains of your clothes around on the floor. You’re completely naked. Luckily, only Rick and Nikita are here to see you like this. Rick is Rick, and Nikita shouldn’t care, she’s a doctor and had the same situation.
You think this to yourself, still gazing at the two. They stare back at you, in the middle of shoving a gold brick into a small golden sack with an uncomfortably large opening.
“Found it.” You say, with your body still shaking, trying to muster a crooked smile at your friends, through the lingering pain.
“Clothes gone?” Rick asks looking away, and continuing to load bricks into the bag, which doesn’t expand with the new contents.
“Yeah…”
“And I just fucking bought you them.”
“Oh fuck off!” Nikita says, annoyed, “you’re holding half a million in your hand. Who fucking cares about some shitty fucking thrift store suits.”
“Any Chance Theres some golden suit in here? Heh… I can’t go out like this.” You say, humiliated
“You look taller, say, 6 feet? Kinda hard to find that size in this malnourished shit hole.” Rick jokes
“Weeeeeeeell…” Nikita replies “I know a guy.”
“You have a tailor around here and you didn’t tell me, when we were getting suits?” Rick’s asks annoyed
“No. I just know of a 6ft guy, he’s pretty famous and there’s a lot of shit in this vault of his, so…”
“Who?” You ask
“Those are Saddam’s guns on the wall. Chances are there might be some of his clothes here too.” Nikita replies, loading more gold, barely making a dent in the pile.
“There’s no way I’m dressing up like Saddam fucking Hussein.”
“Rather be naked?” Nikita says with a chuckle
“Fair point.” You say, walking over to the guns, and, as Nikita guessed, there’s a case containing the uniform of Saddam Huessein. You look it over, seeing a proper military hat, a beret, and although you would have liked one like Nikita’s hat, this works as an actual trophy hat. You walk closer to the case and see your reflection for the first time. Your face looks the same, but, you quickly notice the other thing sticking out of the side of your head.
You have two horns now. A tiny one on your left, barely poking out of your hair, while the one you had before is now much longer, much thicker, and just larger. It’s annoying, the second horn didn’t rebalance your head, even if your original didn’t grow. Besides that, your hair is longer, going down almost to your nipples, in the front, and to your shoulders in the back, mostly covering your left eye. The gem on your forehead is different now, closer to a triangle, rather than an oval, and bigger. You look at the wings now, able to stretch them exactly how you’d expect to stretch them. You wonder if you can fly. You probably can, they’re massive, like each is around 4ft long. You wonder if you have to learn to fly, or think about it. You probably have to learn it, but maybe you just subconsciously know it, like walking. You don’t think about putting one foot in front of the other, you just sorta go in a direction and your body just moves.
As you ponder the question of flight, you notice the next thing, your breasts. They’re much larger than before, no longer b or c cups, these are big, like double or triple ds. For fuck’s sake, you can’t just have body improvements, some bullshit has gotta worsen the deal for you. Regardless you check out your figure next, and through the extra fluff, you can see your toned physische. You hadn’t sported a six pack until now, but it’s very clear you’ve grown one. Your body is just stronger, leaner, more toned. You then check out your back to see where the wings attach and they’re part of your shoulder bones. You also see your butt during this, and it’s nice and muscular, but still plenty round and plump. All of this, all of this you’d love if it weren’t on you. You’re a beautiful woman, perfectly proportioned, and it’s so infuriating.
You’re done checking yourself out, so you open the case and begin collecting Saddam’s clothes, starting with the pants. They fit well, even his shoes. You try the beret but the horns fuck it up, so you abandon it. You stare at yourself, admiring your attire. It’s more gender supporting than the three piece suit, you look like you could command armies, and although you can still see your breasts through the uniform, it’s not as bothersome. You look powerful, like a threat. No wonder Peters keeps his uniform on, it makes you feel real masculine. You begin posing as Nikita begins swiping the rifles off the wall.
“Looking good, Queen.” Nikita compliments you, no sarcasm in her voice
“I look like a war criminal.” You say, still staring at yourself
“We’re all gonna be war criminals after this.”
“Hope not… can’t wait to show this to Claire.”
“She gonna be a fan of the military dress?”
“Don’t know, but I don’t care. I am!”
“Heh, regardless, a noble is never dressed without his sword.” Nikita says, tossing you an ancient looking sword, with the pommel carved into an eagle’s head. It’s very golden.
“What’s this?” You say, unsheathing it to see its quite sharp
“Ceremonial sword. Don’t know what for. I’ll return it to the Iraqi people sooner or later, but do ya want to hang onto it until then? Might come in handy.”
“Honestly I’d rather have one of those rifles, this looks a little… fragile.”
“Take both. The sword is more for aesthetic purposes than practical ones. If you want a real sword, I can hook you up, but it would be a Cossack saber.”
“Eh. I’ll take this one then. But you gotta return it, I’m serious, I’m not stealing a bunch of cultural stuff from these people. I will steal money from the US government though. I’m paying taxes, I’m just cashing out my retirement plan early.”
“Whatever works for you.” Nikita says, getting back to collecting. This takes hours, to which Rick calls Adam and informs him there’s been a side goal and that it’s taking a little bit to do. With Rick’s phone call over, the group continues to swipe, taking every single item from this vault. The bag gets no larger, no heavier, and goes right back into Nikita’s ass, you assume, as she made you and Rick turn around for the process. Once done, you begin walking up the stairs, having Nikita peak out first, as Rick takes a call back from Adam. Nikita quickly calls out that no one is around, as Rick struggles to get a signal. You pop out to go and see what she means, finding no one around, and the power is out. Rick eventually walks outside to get a better signal, and you follow shortly after. Once outside, it’s concerning. People running and screaming, soldiers yelling as people chant, and worst of all: him.
Standing before you is the sergeant. Though he is armored more than Gustav, closer to the hu1ll of a battleship, or some sort of space soldier, you can see him heaving in anger.
“So, Saddam Huessein, back For More?” He asks, hate seeping from every word
“I’m not… listen, I just transformed in there and the clo-“ you begin
“DO YOU TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING MO-RAN!? YOU DEGENERATE COCK SUCKER! I WILL TEAR YOUR DICK OFF AND FUCK YOUR BRAINS THROUGH YOUR GOD DAMN NOSE HOLE! YOU FILTHY SACK OF SHIT!”
“This isn’t Saddam-“ Nikita begins
“And you are?”
“I’m Nikita, but-“ Nikita begins
“So, a filthy Russian communist dog! I SHOULD SODOMIZE YOU FOR EVEN TAKING UP MY AIR! YOU FILTHY PARASITE! But this collusion, between the greatest enemies of this Man’s country- oh! I am going to have fun showing you what your own heart looks like!”
“Chill Daddy!” Rick says in a gay voice
“AND YOU! THE ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER DICK WARMING F*GGOT THE DIPLOMAT HAD! YOU BETRAYED THIS GREAT NATION! MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL, BECAUSE I FUCKING WON’T! AND SADDAM, WHEN I SEND YOU TO HELL, TELL THE DEVIL THAT SERGEANT ARCH DORNAN IS COMING FOR HIM NEXT!” The sergeant yells. Time for another battle.
The issue is that Adam has no clearance and there’s allegedly a hard-ass officer that has begun training some of the new guards over the heightening tensions, and has therefore created another obstacle. It will be hard for Adam to blend in to get there, to which some questions have come up of how the heist should go. Nikita says to go it alone and not actually send Adam in, but sneak into the offices yourselves. Peters adds to this saying that Adam should distract the officer in order to make sneaking in easier. Rick thinks it would be easiest to let him do the talking and play the role of a diplomat, changed by the furry virus, and swiping the id of someone else in order to achieve this. He says he has to meet the person first in order to do it, because most people don’t know how the furry virus works, and especially don’t know the time frame for it.
Once inside navigating the building should be easy due to labeling on floors. You need to be on the level, where the vault is under, under the office of the American diplomat to Iraq, a man named Logan Francis Pierce, a white guy from Nebraska. You don’t know this guy’s face in the slightest, and to get into the office, there’d need to be some crime. Nikita says that she’d need to see more of the basement, but considering the construction materials, she’d likely be able to get into the office from the sewers. She talked about a heist on an abandoned bank she did, and says she knows how to get through vaults. She says she looked at a map of the sewers after chatting up a construction worker and found the sewers are guarded but a line runs directly under the ambassador’s office due to the placement of bathrooms on the floor above. She says that if she can get into the offices she can likely find out where the best place to enter the sewer is from.
Rick says he’s not gonna wander the sewers in his suit and he’ll bullshit his way into people letting him in through the front door. You ask how and he says he can likely mimic the voice of Pierce if he heard it and claim that he has a colleague who had recently caught the furry virus and looks different, but needs to collect files. This begs more questions about what the furry virus is and yields no more answers for you. Everyone but you and Peters seems to know and everyone seems to just say plague.
Lastly is the question of how to leave. Rick says he’ll just walk out the front door with a box full of shit, but it requires someone to steal a car. Nikita says her plan would require you to go back through the sewers. You also begin talking about the steps to do this and Nikita’s is as follows: enter the compound and have half the group get some info from architects while Adam distracts the guards, to find the route. Step two is to sneak to the power generators and shut them off to buy time to gain entrance to the sewers and cause a distraction and deal with the guards in the sewers. This happens while half the party steals either a drill or an explosive to break open the vault. Nikita’s method includes a lot of implied murder and a lot of noise.
Rick’s plan is as follows
Watch the news, look things up online, find some media depicting Pierce, mimic his voice, call the main offices, start asking around until someone is missing, and notify the offices that that person gotten changed and Id needs to be reissued after that person grabs some files from the office, impersonate said person, ask for badge and id copies as that person got robbed after infection, say they need to get into Pierce’s office, go to Pierce’s office, rob the vault, leave, have someone waiting as a valet for the group. The plan could essentially just be Rick and someone with a driver’s license that can fit in a car, which excludes Muscle Mon. However, it was tweaked in case of things going wrong and Rick needing back up, which includes Nikita and you, and you two getting suits. Peters was elected as the designated driver as he’s got some experience blazing through Germany and France in a jeep while getting shot at, so he seemed better than Adam’s normal driving and Lucifer’s 9 car accidents, which Lucifer explained and excused themselves for each one, no matter how bad the excuses were.
Nikita’s plan is this:
Look through local hardware and thrift stores for a buzz saw and jack hammer, or some other power tools and flashlights, send in Adam with everyone to gain entrance, locate the main offices and the main power generator building, split group and send Adam to distract the nosy officer, one group cuts power to the main generator to the embassy and then flee, other enters the sewers in the confusion, proceed to under the main office and drill into it, proceed into vault, follow sewers out to the exit, and dump everting before going back in and regrouping with Adam in the confusion to draw attention away from him. This plan requires everyone to participate and has a lot of faces shown.
Rick’s plan doesn’t risk too many people and doesn’t risk Adam, but he’s gonna have a target on his head after and so will you and Nikita. Nikita’s plan can be pinned on terrorists, but if things go wrong, everyone has a target on their head. Both rely heavily on luck, while Rick’s relies on two people being gone or inactive, while Nikita’s is gambling with the thought process of hundreds of personnel of the embassy.
Both could involve combat, but Nikita’s has significantly more back up. Which plan should you vote for? Nikita’s or Rick’s?
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You’re not completely onboard with either plan, but Nikita’s seems too complicated and too risky, where it almost will inevitably turn to violence. Nikita says that these are some major crimes you’re about to commit and if caught will fuck you over for life, and that it doesn’t matter either way cause either you’re getting changed back after and cannot be tied to the crimes, you’re not getting changed back and therefore are already fucked cause the government would want to cut you open, or are dying after and it doesn’t matter. These sort of distasteful comments and general uncaring attitude sets you off and really sets Adam off, who is not at risk at all from Rick’s plan and completely at risk from Nikita’s.
Everything just seemed safer with Rick’s. His is just a prank call and acting, and you’ve got a really good coach for it. You need a backstory and suits, and then a car. No one needs to die, and if all goes well, no one can connect you to it. Others agree and no one sided with Nikita, which irks Nikita, but she concedes to the majority. The first step of the plan is really easy, you literally just go into a thrift store type thing and start looking at suits. You find a blue one, darker than your face, that fits well. It’s pretty simple and you normally don’t like wearing a suit, but, this makes you feel more normal, more generic, more male. Nikita gets a more 40s P.I. look to her. She gets a beige trench coat that she wears over a white dress shirt and black slacks, with a red tie and suspenders. Rick looks both over and compliments the designs. For payment, Rick uses his credit card because you’re a broke college student and Nikita is used to post apocalyptic shit that you couldn’t really understand. It was a mix of bartering and unofficial but widely recognized currencies. You zoned out as she yammered on about it with Rick.
Once you leave, you end up going back to the makeshift poke center-bar-inn, and find a black suburban with a smashed window and no plates, sitting in front of the inn.
“I’m willing to put money on them having stolen this from the US government.” Nikita jokes
“Your money is our trash.” Rick replies
“We still have silver and gold.” Nikita retorts as she walks into the inn.
“That would work.” Rick chuckles as he follows her in. You enter last, saying nothing. Once inside you get greeted by the rest of the group, and get caught up to speed. Peters stole the car, but can’t drive it because he’s used to stick. Rick is somewhat shocked that Peters knows how to Hotwire, but Peters says he had to learn because his platoon leader lost the keys to his jeep somewhere in France, and thanks to a company man from Queens, he made due. Lucifer ended up driving, as he was the only other one there and is likely gonna be the getaway. Adam and MM are probably just going to sit this one out, it’s easier that way.
You get a quick bite to eat as Rick watches the news on his phone. Cellphones got weird, just this slab of glass that you can touch to do things, and you can open it by things looking at you. They’re also apparently really fragile, which doesn’t make sense, you’d think they’d get stronger as they got more expensive, but no. Regardless, he starts seeing a lot about Pierce and begins to mimic his voice and speech habits. It first sounds silly, with him constantly making odd noises and repeating the same word over and over again, but eventually it starts sounding real. He tests himself by having Nikita find a speech’s words and Rick recites it, without hearing it first, and then Nikita plays the audio and it sounds indistinguishable. It’s concerning how quickly Rick got the accent down, down to a very slight lisp, that’s only noticeable when Pierce really annunciates an S. Rick says he doesn’t do this often, so it may not be perfect, and Nikita says Rick is a mutant for doing it so well.
With the voice down, Rick makes a long call to the embassy, with a lot of annoyance and yelling. The points of importance in this are:
-Brent Shaw (who Rick will be, and who’s an actual person who’s been missing for a while) had had too much to drink and had screwed around with a furry and gotten infected
-the furry disease is very susceptible to antiseptics for preventing the mental changes from the disease, and so he had taken to binge drinking, but not enough to prevent the physical changes, only most of the mental, resulting in a somewhat foggy memory
-during this Brent had vomited on two of his security personnel and had infected them (you and Nikita).
-Nikita’s name is Lexie Myers, while yours is Christian Chandler (Muscle Mon and Nikita got extremely angry at this choice by Rick, for some unknown reason)
-the three of you need to be transferred back to the United States as the people of Iraq see the Furry virus as an epidemic similar to HIV/aids and as a largely homosexual std, and the group is very much in danger for having this and being in a very religious country.
-before everyone leaves they need to collect some stuff from the office of Pierce, which Pierce cannot be bothered to help with personally, but access to the vault is required as there’s some very important files down there.
This all seems to work, and although it deviates from the original plan which required new IDs, this one allows you to walk in and out with no troubles. The only issue is if Pierce shows up at the embassy at that exact time. To minimize the chances of this happening, the group heads over immediately after the phone call. Lucifer parks a little bit away and you walk up to the main entrance. Rick chit chats with the guard, says things are a little fuzzy in the head at the moment, but manages to get the guards to radio into the hq, and confirms the story, which leads to them escorting you most of the way to the offices. As you walk, you feel things are going too smooth. Literally nothing has gone as planned since you lost your humanity, but this is just well thought out and simple. However, as fate would have it, complications arose in the form of a behemoth of armor.
A man storms over to the group, clearly angered, while not a hint of flesh is visible. The man is dressed in some heavy, almost mech-like armor, mostly made of riveted steal plates, with heavy shoulder plates accompanied by a slimmer torso and heavy plates on the arms and legs. Even the joints seem heavily armored and the tubes connected to the helmet too. You can’t tell his height but it’s tall, and with the bright orange lenses on his helmet, he stands out like a sore thumb. He screams at the guards for allowing “degenerate monsters” on American soil, which breaches all sorts of protocol. The guard sheepishly explains to the man the situation. With the explanation, the man, who does not address himself as anything other than Sergeant, and responds angrily to “sir”, claiming he works for a living, and chastises the guard one more time before wandering off to the other side of the embassy, with loud thunks from every step. As he wanders away, you’d notice a wheel on his back with some sort of red thing in it.
The guard escorting you asks you to follow, rather meekly, clearly scared of the sergeant, and continues to the main offices again. He seems really shaken up, do you try to comfort him?
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You tell the guard not to worry about him, and that he’s doing fine. The guard chuckles nervously and says that the sergeant has been wreaking havoc on the whole base, and it’s worse than what one would get, straight into boot camp. You try to talk some more with him, but he doesn’t want to continue, so you continue walking, without hassle, occasionally seeing the Sergeant in the distance, wandering around and yelling at others, and notice he’s the only one in the armor. It doesn’t sit well with you. You eventually make it to the main offices and get assistance from one of the office workers, who keeps looking at everyone oddly. Rick gets asked a lot of questions and seems to be really good with making shit up, guessing that something was wrong with the worker’s wife, and discovering she’s in surgery for something to do with her spleen. He also finds out that there is an issue with rats in the building and that no efforts have succeeded in getting rid of them. Over all, the office worker seems apprehensive about the appearances, but not distrusting that Rick is Brent Shaw, stating that he likes the new version of Brent, and that the old one was a bit of a tool. Rick’s bullshitting ability is immaculate, he’d make a great corrupt politician.
You make it to the main offices and the guard directs you to the Ambassador’s office. Rick thanks him and says he’s not allowed within the office as there’s highly sensitive materials that only he and his personal guard can witness, unless the Ambassador himself shows up. The guard doesn’t argue and leaves, shutting the door as he goes. Inside the office is very lavish. Velvet walls in green with a love seat with maroon satin cushions and gold decorating the wooden supports. The desk is an odd patterned wooden desk covered with a green velvet mat. There’s a painting on the wall of the ambassador and of a variety of different presidents, as well as some football stars and other knickknacks. There’s also several book cases and other shelves lining the walls. Rick investigates a few of the baseballs on the shelf and swipes some. You almost say something, but quickly remember that you’re about to rob the US government.
“So what do you think this desk is made out of? Cocobolo?” Rick asks
“Probably mahogany wood, cause of the color patterns.” Nikita replies, staring at the paintings “thought I’d go and test the density or hardness of it, to really tell.”
“Doesn’t matter. Anyways, Queen, what’s your info on this shit anyways? How do we go and find the entrance?”
“Should be somewhere around the desk, or the sofa. There’s gotta be somewhere where you can type in a security key.” You reply, walking over to the desk, and looking under it. Below it, you can see a trap door “found the entrance.” You call
“Found the place to put the key?” Nikita replies, as she starts looking at the books
“It’s not a real key, it’s a word, like…” you trail off, fishing the letter from your jacket and opening it “Falador.” You say
“Falador? Like the Falador massacre?” Rick asks
“I don’t know. Was that here?”
“It’s from RuneScape, you’re probably thinking of Fallujah, or something. Nobody actually died or anything, just in a game.” Nikita answers, studying the books. “But I think I May have found it.” She replies, putting her finger on one of the books. “And if I did, this is some Scooby Doo type shit!” She remarks as she pulls a book forward, to which the trapdoor lowers slightly, then slides in behind itself, revealing a staircase downwards, and a dimly lit hallway
“How did you know it was that book?” You ask
“It had Falador written on its spine. I’m just putting two and two together.” She remarks, walking over, with Rick following after. Nikita descends first, pulling a flashlight from her coat. You follow her and get down pretty fast, then begin following the long and winding hallway. It seems fairly large, and probably wasn’t made for a bunker or vault. Quickly your guess is proven correct, finding several coffin looking stone structures, some open, with remains inside.
“Wasn’t expecting a crypt.” You joke
“Why not, the entirety of this embassy was built on thousands of dead men and thousands of lies. It’s only natural this would happen.” Nikita says, no hint of sarcasm in her voice.
You proceed forward and find some concerning scenes, including fresh corpses, blood, torture devices, and a man with his entrails removed from his abdomen and shoved down his throat. You stop really paying attention to the scenes of brutality within the walls of this crypt. You proceed further, finding the goal. There is a room filled to the brim with treasures. Gold plated machine guns line the walls, bills stacked high to the ceiling, solid gold bars stacked 6 feet high and 6 feet wide, and all sorts of other treasures ancient and new. Everyone has the same thought, with Nikita abandoning the communist ideology in the wake of all this treasure, just ripe for the taking, walking up to feel the metal. Rick practically salivates, and you stand, jaw hanging as low as it can go, staring at unparalleled wealth, likely more wealth that’s ever passed through the hands of your entire bloodline.
“I feel a strange feeling, knowing there’s nothing stopping me from taking all of this, but my own ability to carry this all.” Rick says “For once, my own strength is my only weakness.”
“One gold bar will set me, my kids, and my grand kids up for life. Fuck the rest of it, I just need one!”
“I shit you not you guys, I met a guy in this same situation.” Nikita begins “he had 37, couldn’t normally steal it, but he had something with him, that let him just walk out with it. A bag of infinite holding. An extremely rare item, one valued at just shy of this much shit.” Nikita says
“Any chance you have one?” Rick asks sarcastically “smuggle any magical artifacts up your ass into this hellhole?”
“What do you think?”
“Worth a shot. We can-“ you begin
“Cause the answers are yes and yes.” Nikita says, with a manic smile. Causing Rick to laugh hysterically. “A very close friend convinced me to get one of these, at the cost of something extremely valuable-“
“What did you trade for a bag that can fit 50 tons of gold?”
“Nuke. But I-“
“Fucking what?” You interrupt
“I sold a nuke to an evil civilization, but not the codes. Luckily they’re not around anymore to try to take back their deal.”
“So, did you steal the nuke back from them after they disappeared or something?” Rick asks
“No, someone else did and sold it to Russia.”
“Why would they do that?” You ask
“Russia has like ten thousand nukes, the fuck is one more in the Grand Marshal’s hands gonna do?”
“Regardless, get to loading that shit up!” Rick says “The actual people working here could show up at any moment.”
“Wait, are we robbing the Iraqi people?” You ask
“I’m allied to the person who controls Baghdad, I can give this shit back to them, well, some of it. Finder’s tax.”
“So, you’re robbing them?”
“No, but every non profit gotta have funds to run, ya know?”
“Whatever. If you’re giving some of it back, I guess I’m ok with it.” You say, to which Nikita grabs Rick and begins talking in private.
You start looking for the absolite, tuning the two of them out. You hear some comments, mostly Rick complaining, and Nikita asking about his and your fur colors. You’re putting the pieces together but wish you weren’t, as you sort through boxes and crates, stacked high and full of priceless artifacts and other valuables. Eventually they shut up and you can hear Rick celebrating, but that’s a little away from you. This treasure trove is huge. You wish it were smaller, cause it would be easier to search, but don’t, at the same time, because you love how much there is to take. You see an odd box, with a poke ball and a strange E surrounded by stars drawn on it. You open it and find a bunch of small marbles inside. You pick one up, and it feels strange, lightweight, but unfathomably dense, coupled by it sending an odd wave of electricity up your arm. It feels magical. You look over more of it, and find one that’s dark blue and white. You gaze at it, and it draws your full attention, beckoning you to touch it. You grab it, and feel a surge of energy through your entire body.
You go temporarily blind, everything becoming white, feeling a sharp pain in your temples, within the bone and flesh, and your horn. Next comes your back, feeling like something grabbed your arms and legs and put you on the rack, stretching you out. Your fingers pain you too, stretching, then your legs, then your arms, your toes, your hips, your ribs, your breasts, your face, everything is stretching, paining you. It’s like fire is running through you, inside your bones, your veins, you skin, your soul. Your back hurts next, feeling two things exploding from it. You let out a scream, one that breaks and changes with the rest of you, and just as suddenly as it started, it stops, and you fall to the ground, vomiting blood. You’re on your hands and knees, shaking, trembling. Everything feels different again, everything is sore, and you have more things to give feeling. You can feel your wings, it’s like you have another pair of arms attached to your shoulders, causing you to move them around. You can see them in your peripheral as you stare at the bloody vomit. It stains parts of your fur and hair, which is much longer and fluffier now. You stay there for a minute or two, twitching, before finally getting up. You stand on your two feet, new feelings consuming you, and see the remains of your clothes around on the floor. You’re completely naked. Luckily, only Rick and Nikita are here to see you like this. Rick is Rick, and Nikita shouldn’t care, she’s a doctor and had the same situation.
You think this to yourself, still gazing at the two. They stare back at you, in the middle of shoving a gold brick into a small golden sack with an uncomfortably large opening.
“Found it.” You say, with your body still shaking, trying to muster a crooked smile at your friends, through the lingering pain.
“Clothes gone?” Rick asks looking away, and continuing to load bricks into the bag, which doesn’t expand with the new contents.
“Yeah…”
“And I just fucking bought you them.”
“Oh fuck off!” Nikita says, annoyed, “you’re holding half a million in your hand. Who fucking cares about some shitty fucking thrift store suits.”
“Any Chance Theres some golden suit in here? Heh… I can’t go out like this.” You say, humiliated
“You look taller, say, 6 feet? Kinda hard to find that size in this malnourished shit hole.” Rick jokes
“Weeeeeeeell…” Nikita replies “I know a guy.”
“You have a tailor around here and you didn’t tell me, when we were getting suits?” Rick’s asks annoyed
“No. I just know of a 6ft guy, he’s pretty famous and there’s a lot of shit in this vault of his, so…”
“Who?” You ask
“Those are Saddam’s guns on the wall. Chances are there might be some of his clothes here too.” Nikita replies, loading more gold, barely making a dent in the pile.
“There’s no way I’m dressing up like Saddam fucking Hussein.”
“Rather be naked?” Nikita says with a chuckle
“Fair point.” You say, walking over to the guns, and, as Nikita guessed, there’s a case containing the uniform of Saddam Huessein. You look it over, seeing a proper military hat, a beret, and although you would have liked one like Nikita’s hat, this works as an actual trophy hat. You walk closer to the case and see your reflection for the first time. Your face looks the same, but, you quickly notice the other thing sticking out of the side of your head.
You have two horns now. A tiny one on your left, barely poking out of your hair, while the one you had before is now much longer, much thicker, and just larger. It’s annoying, the second horn didn’t rebalance your head, even if your original didn’t grow. Besides that, your hair is longer, going down almost to your nipples, in the front, and to your shoulders in the back, mostly covering your left eye. The gem on your forehead is different now, closer to a triangle, rather than an oval, and bigger. You look at the wings now, able to stretch them exactly how you’d expect to stretch them. You wonder if you can fly. You probably can, they’re massive, like each is around 4ft long. You wonder if you have to learn to fly, or think about it. You probably have to learn it, but maybe you just subconsciously know it, like walking. You don’t think about putting one foot in front of the other, you just sorta go in a direction and your body just moves.
As you ponder the question of flight, you notice the next thing, your breasts. They’re much larger than before, no longer b or c cups, these are big, like double or triple ds. For fuck’s sake, you can’t just have body improvements, some bullshit has gotta worsen the deal for you. Regardless you check out your figure next, and through the extra fluff, you can see your toned physische. You hadn’t sported a six pack until now, but it’s very clear you’ve grown one. Your body is just stronger, leaner, more toned. You then check out your back to see where the wings attach and they’re part of your shoulder bones. You also see your butt during this, and it’s nice and muscular, but still plenty round and plump. All of this, all of this you’d love if it weren’t on you. You’re a beautiful woman, perfectly proportioned, and it’s so infuriating.
You’re done checking yourself out, so you open the case and begin collecting Saddam’s clothes, starting with the pants. They fit well, even his shoes. You try the beret but the horns fuck it up, so you abandon it. You stare at yourself, admiring your attire. It’s more gender supporting than the three piece suit, you look like you could command armies, and although you can still see your breasts through the uniform, it’s not as bothersome. You look powerful, like a threat. No wonder Peters keeps his uniform on, it makes you feel real masculine. You begin posing as Nikita begins swiping the rifles off the wall.
“Looking good, Queen.” Nikita compliments you, no sarcasm in her voice
“I look like a war criminal.” You say, still staring at yourself
“We’re all gonna be war criminals after this.”
“Hope not… can’t wait to show this to Claire.”
“She gonna be a fan of the military dress?”
“Don’t know, but I don’t care. I am!”
“Heh, regardless, a noble is never dressed without his sword.” Nikita says, tossing you an ancient looking sword, with the pommel carved into an eagle’s head. It’s very golden.
“What’s this?” You say, unsheathing it to see its quite sharp
“Ceremonial sword. Don’t know what for. I’ll return it to the Iraqi people sooner or later, but do ya want to hang onto it until then? Might come in handy.”
“Honestly I’d rather have one of those rifles, this looks a little… fragile.”
“Take both. The sword is more for aesthetic purposes than practical ones. If you want a real sword, I can hook you up, but it would be a Cossack saber.”
“Eh. I’ll take this one then. But you gotta return it, I’m serious, I’m not stealing a bunch of cultural stuff from these people. I will steal money from the US government though. I’m paying taxes, I’m just cashing out my retirement plan early.”
“Whatever works for you.” Nikita says, getting back to collecting. This takes hours, to which Rick calls Adam and informs him there’s been a side goal and that it’s taking a little bit to do. With Rick’s phone call over, the group continues to swipe, taking every single item from this vault. The bag gets no larger, no heavier, and goes right back into Nikita’s ass, you assume, as she made you and Rick turn around for the process. Once done, you begin walking up the stairs, having Nikita peak out first, as Rick takes a call back from Adam. Nikita quickly calls out that no one is around, as Rick struggles to get a signal. You pop out to go and see what she means, finding no one around, and the power is out. Rick eventually walks outside to get a better signal, and you follow shortly after. Once outside, it’s concerning. People running and screaming, soldiers yelling as people chant, and worst of all: him.
Standing before you is the sergeant. Though he is armored more than Gustav, closer to the hu1ll of a battleship, or some sort of space soldier, you can see him heaving in anger.
“So, Saddam Huessein, back For More?” He asks, hate seeping from every word
“I’m not… listen, I just transformed in there and the clo-“ you begin
“DO YOU TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING MO-RAN!? YOU DEGENERATE COCK SUCKER! I WILL TEAR YOUR DICK OFF AND FUCK YOUR BRAINS THROUGH YOUR GOD DAMN NOSE HOLE! YOU FILTHY SACK OF SHIT!”
“This isn’t Saddam-“ Nikita begins
“And you are?”
“I’m Nikita, but-“ Nikita begins
“So, a filthy Russian communist dog! I SHOULD SODOMIZE YOU FOR EVEN TAKING UP MY AIR! YOU FILTHY PARASITE! But this collusion, between the greatest enemies of this Man’s country- oh! I am going to have fun showing you what your own heart looks like!”
“Chill Daddy!” Rick says in a gay voice
“AND YOU! THE ASSISTANT OR WHATEVER DICK WARMING F*GGOT THE DIPLOMAT HAD! YOU BETRAYED THIS GREAT NATION! MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL, BECAUSE I FUCKING WON’T! AND SADDAM, WHEN I SEND YOU TO HELL, TELL THE DEVIL THAT SERGEANT ARCH DORNAN IS COMING FOR HIM NEXT!” The sergeant yells. Time for another battle.
Category Story / Pokemon
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