[Dreamnotfound]Anarchy

!!!Bonus!!!

Shlatts fingers tapped impatiently on his desk. He growled, he had lost his most powerful fighter. The more he thought about hit the angrier he got. 

 "DAMN IT!!" He yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.

 The elevator dinged and Quackity shoved a man to the ground. Shlatt looked at them and got up, folding his arms behind his back.

 "So. Where's my champion?" He growled not in the mood to play games.

 "T-They got away Sir……" The man admitted.

 Shlatt snarled and wrapped his hand around something in his back pocket.

 "And. How. Is. That?"

 "S-Some hybrid kids blew up the gangs bikes… a-and Techno-"

BANG-!

Shlatt shot a bullet through the man's head, Quackity flinched next to him watching the body fall to the ground. Shlatt lowered the glock and put it back in his pocket. He lit a cigarette and walked to the balcony,

 "You know Quackity. I started Manburg to rule over people. And now there's a rival causing a problem. Taking our moles. And killing my men." He grumbled, tapping the cig to get rid of the ash.

 "L'manburg is becoming a problem sir-" Quackity said from his spot next to the elevator.

 "We need to cut off their mole supply. Choke them out!" Shlatt chuckled. "Yes….. thats a good idea!"

 "S-Sir your not suggesting?" Quackity gasped.

 "Get the Army together Quackity! We're attacking the moles nest in two days!!"

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A tall blond stood over a map. A red X crossed over an area near a resort named Logstedshire.

 "Are you sure about this?" A tall pink haired man asked from the doorway.

 "Yes we need to raid the moles nest before Shlatt can."

 "From what Will told me, we just need to save the moles from a small camp near the main city. The rest are snobby brats that we can leave for dead." The Pink haired man said walking over to the table next to the blond.

 "And why is that? Shouldn't we save them all?" The blond asked

 "No. The moles there were run by that Sapnap kid. The rest won't listen to 'em."

 The blond sighed, "If that's what it takes to get some out alive."

 The pink haired man put his hand on the blonds shoulder.

 "I'll get them ready" He said.

 "No." The blond responded, "let them rest, they've had a rough day."