The Peacemaker

Chapter 7

Butcher PoV:

"That stuff really blocks the chip's signal?"

Little Hughie nods slightly, "Yeah. It's just R.F. Shielding Foil. We get it at Fry's." What the fuck is that? Speak English you piece of shit.

"You in tech intelligence?" I'm just as surprised as you Frenchie, the nonse knows his stuff.

Hughie nods again, "Uh, sales and installation."

Groaning fills the room as the Invisible Cunt shifts in and out of focus. He's glaring at me is the poor, little baby wanker upset that a normal fucker beat his ass. 

Aw you can tell he's pissed. "Oi, what the fuck? Where am I?" 

"Mornin', Sunshine. How was your nap?" He's still glaring at us. Does the poor little prick wish he had the star spangled cunt's invisible lazer vision. Ha, Sucker!

"You know who I am?" Seriously what a karen, what are you doing to do next ask for my manager?

"Not sure. I know so many invisible assholes." Good one Frenchie, I'd give you a high five is I thought you where smart enough to know what one was.

The invisible cunt is leaning forwards in his cage smirking, hands reaching out to the cage bars. You're going to regret that mate. 

"You fucking amateurs! You think you can trap me? I'm Trans..." The shock of electricity blares throughout the room. Followed by a thud as the cunt falls back onto his arse.

"FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Great the asshole's screaming again, there goes my eardrums.

"Ooh, mind them bars, son. You'll only bollocks yourself again." Cause I don't want to hear you screaming anymore as I rather like my eardrums in tact. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Great, he's still fucking screaming as he backs away from the bars, "Okay, what do you guys want? Money?"

"We don't want your fucking money, mate. We want information about Homelander, about HER!" Money may make the world go round but information helps us take down those fucking supes. 

The invisible fucker's annoying ass laughter bounces around the cell as if what I told him was a fucking joke like I'm kidding.

"I'm not kidding, son. You know her. You've met her, tell us about her." We need to know everything about her as you can't exactly kill something you know nothing about.

"Are you insane?" He's still laughing as he spits out his words "You think I would betray her, my love, for you!"

"Nah, I'm serious. So what do you know?" I'm getting annoyed at this point, how does she hold such a spell over him. Is she some kind of siren? Casting some fucking spell over all those who see her?

"I know lots. The thing is I don't exactly want to tell you."

"Well if you fucking tell us, we'll let you go." I'm lying through my teeth at this point, no way in hell am I releasing this cunt back on to humanity as soon as I get my information the fucker's dead.

"It's cute you think you can keep me here." It's cute you think I'm going to let you leave here alive. "But when I'm out, I'm going to bring my angel your heads so that she can make a necklace out of your teeth."

I can hear Hughie gagging in the corner and Frenchie releasing a tightly loaded breath. 

"Well, think over your options mate as I can make your death slow or fast." I turn gesturing the others to follow me out. 

The door slams shut behind us leaving the filth trap in his cell waiting for his inevitable execution. 

"Monsieur Charcutier, how the fuck do you expect us to kill him?" Frenchie's pacing as if there's a bitch from hell hot on his heels. "You just dropped the Moby fucking Dick of problems on my plate. Okay? He can re-order the carbon in his skin into metamaterial. It's hard as diamonds, it's nearly impossible to penetrate."