Guns & Fangs (STOPPED)

Mission 1

"GET BACK HERE SON OF A FRICK!"

I yelled and kept chasing his ass of. Gotta admit, he's pretty fast for a fat terrorist holding a bag of weapons.

I jumped to his back and slammed his head to the steel floor. We're in some part of a factory where all you could see is pipe, steam, hot steam,steel, steel floor. Sounded more like a sauna to me that's why I volunteered. I thought it's gonna be a piece of cake then I could get some sauna time.

"John.. John.. John... " I said with tsk tone. Then I chuckled. "You got a talent to be a marathon runner.... In hell of course... " I trailed off dramatically. I like being dramatic..sometimes.

"Now, why would you kill those innocent people? Did they do anything wrong to you? I mean.. shit. You travelled all the way to that village near Transvivi to blow the whole place up? Some physcotic brain indeed. " I continued.

Then he started to groan as I stick my silver knife on his bare skin. Why would he groan, It doesn't even cut anything... yet.

"You.. don't know..And it's Transylvania. " he said breathless.

"Oh. Is that so. " I said nodding

"Now. Who are you working for? Some mafia shit? " i asked, then he laughed.

Dafuq

"The fuck... HEY! " *slammed his head on the floor* "I was asking you. " "who" *slam* "are" *slam* "you" *slam* "working for?!". He bleed.

He spit on me. No you didn't..

"You.. humans.. such a disgrace. " Oh my. This guy really is a phsyco.

"Hmm. Said the man who blew up an entire village. " I yell on his face.

I put my knife in my pocket. I grabbed my gun."Well. Seems like you're a useless shit. " then I shot him right at his heart .

He fell and he didn't move, I grabbed the black duffle bag he carried. Inside it, there are kinds of guns made of silver.

I looked at the guns and one thing caught my mind. All the guns have a same thing in common. Which is a trigger guard that in shape of a snake and it trailed until the bottom of the grip. It was.. beautiful.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN HERE?! " I heard someone yelled. It sounded like its coming from a room in the back of the factory where i tried to intterogate John but he ran away. I zipped the duffle bag and left it there. Don't worry my child i'm gonna come and pick you once i'm done with that screaming dude.

I gave a kiss on the duffle bag. Yea. Don't judge me,i'm a spy with a love interest in guns.

I stood up and kicked John's body. Then i walked towards the sound.

I was beside the room and i sneak peeked in the window to see who's yelling. And i saw....

Some mafia wannabe.

Well he kind a looked like a mafia. Well he probably was a mafia. He's tall ,muscular but not that bulky. He was wearing a black coat and rolled up his sleeves which shows a lot of tattoo on his arm. His hair was long and black sleek and he is damn pale. He looks like John only he's skinnier.

"WHERE THE HELL IS JOHN?!" He yelled to someone infront of him. I moved my head to see 2 men wearing dark clothes and also had tattooes on their arm. One has bald hair and one was neatly cut. They all looked like in a mid 30 or something. I grabbed my little rectangular camera the same size as a usb. Then i took pictures of them. One thing caught my mine, they all have tattoo on the back of their neck which was a snake. The same like the ones on my babies--i mean guns.