(Girls frontline) I will always be at your side Commander! Monthlyish updates.

Horror

       The condemned man steps into the office and takes a seat in the chair, the door closes behind him and the figure in red across the desk leans forward and speaks:

?: ¨You know why you're here.¨

?: ¨Y-Yes.. I-I do..¨

?: ¨Good, I'm glad you understand, now I have here a Nagant revolver in 7.62x38. If you can tell me where you got that thing on the desk from, I'll put 1 round in the chamber instead of 2, do you understand how beneficial that is for you?¨

The man nods again, already sweating profusely, watching the figure before him lay the gun on the desk, before removing the rounds from its chamber, leaving 2 upright on the desk.

?: ¨I-I got it a few weeks b-back from a alley in the town. The guy was s-selling them out of a cardboard box, said they c-came from his own workshop, c-called them robot r-remotes. He said a-all I had to do was mess around with the dial to f-find the right f-frequency..¨

?: ¨There have been similar reports so your story clears fortunately for you. Nonetheless it does not excuse your behavior, damaging valuable company property, specifically the girls under my charge, is rather unbeneficial for your health.¨

?: ¨I-I'm d-deeply sorry.. I-I did not mean to go t-that far.¨

?: ¨You tied her up and stripped her of her clothing, you're sorry for being caught, not actually sorry. I'm going to pull this trigger, if you live, you'll be blacklisted from all G&K positions, it will be a permanent mark on your employment record, any employer of dolls will be notified via background checks of your violation, and your pay will be mailed by next week.¨

?: ¨I'll tell the m-media how you give your robot slaves rings like they were human, how you mistreated me and p-planted that on me to frame me when you were the one using it, I want my black mark gone, normal discharge.¨

?: ¨Your life is on the line here and yet you make empty threats, pitiful.¨

With that said, a gloved hand presses one round into the chamber, spins it, and presses the cylinder back into position, and within a blink of an eye, levels the gun and pulls the trigger. The man across the table flinches, shutting his eyes only to hear a click as he opens them sheepishly, looking over himself before smirking.

?: ¨I'll make sure you're on the streets within the week, than I'll find you, and beat you once you're no longer surrounded by your robot whores.¨

The man gets up and turns for the door, a hand moving to the latch to open it when he turns to his head to a ¨hey¨ from behind him.

?: ¨Did you really think, I could ever let you walk free in the first place? You must take me for a fool.¨

The Commander draws his 1911 and pulls hard on the trigger. One, two, three, four, then five, six, seven, and eight holes appear on the mans chest and stomach, he remains upright for another second, eyes wide with surprise and shock before his legs give out and he slumps to the floor, leaving a red stain against the door as he falls.

K: ¨Mondragon, are you still outside?¨

M: ¨Yes Commander.¨

K: ¨Get a biohazard team up here, tell them to throw it in the fire ditch and burn it, wrap it in something first, you're dismissed.¨

M: ¨Yes Commander.¨

The sound of boots clicking down the hallway can be heard as the Commander collect the casing to be loaded later and takes a seat on again, pressing the call button on his desk phone as a hand pulls open a draw, taking a box of .45 ACP out and beginning to load the still hot 1911.