Burning Revelations

As I watched the so called Dark Circus burn to the ground I got strange sensation...a familiar one I'd get when I went on missions like this.  A weird sense of pride that at least this place is blown off the face of the earth...and the occupants.  Butcher's mask hide his expression, but I could tell he enjoyed it.  He stood in the parking lot, arms crossed, admiring his handy work.  Imperfected TERRACOTTA troopers roamed the area finishing off any stragglers who got out of the inferno.  Some tried to lash out in a desperate final gambit.  They thought these were some government goons doing a senator's bidding.  Dead wrong...many are "borrowed" ex-cons and private military that were to nasty for even the worst third world dictator.   The carnies weren't given a clean death.  Most burned, some shot to bleed out...most beaten or stabbed.

Butcher looks over his shoulder...it's odd working with him again.  Still got a score with him, but gotta admit that we're an Army of Two right now (love that game).

So these are the fucked up retards you're woman associated with and they call them dangerous?

They ran a circus that murdered people in plain sight.  Plus they got away with it.  Think that warrants them some threat.

HA HA HA!  Think that begs to differ. he points at the charred remains of the ten carnies that tried to stop him from coming into the compound area.  The whole fight was over in twenty minutes and the search and destroy took less, but that was a complete failure...Nejireta...no where to be seen is was his family.  The carnies who talked had no clue where they went.  Said they wouldn't have disappeared like that without alerted the staff so they'd know for the next show or move out.  Great...a goose chase.

Just keep your goddamned wits on you.  I'd like to find them and kill them faster to get on with the next guys.  Still gotta find Kenji...prick wasn't where he should have.  Decided to wait on him...maybe he's rounding them up for some kind of fucked up reunion.

Hey you know what?  They might be at a reunion or something...you know where they beat off to slasher movies or play "stick the knife in the bitch".

Was thinking that maybe they're regrouping, but really?  Did you even read their psyche profiles?

Never have.  All I gotta know is how I'm gonna kill 'em

*sigh* It's amazing you even graduated officer's school...let alone tied you boots this morning.

Hey fuck you!  We wouldn't even be doing this shit if you hadn't gotta a boner for some knife ho and gone off and been her Sir Lancer!

That's Lancelot numb-nuts

WHATEVER!  Point is...

Sirs!  Over here!

A grunt took us over to a set of tracks left on the pavement.  They were fresh, but familiar...seen them outside Karasu's wreckage...these were made in a hurry.  Difference with these tracks are that these came with a note...


Dah fuck is that?

It's a note.

And it says what?  "Hi, fuck you we're gone"?

No...it only says, "Hi Fishy".

I don't get it....HEY PRIVATE DICK SHIT!  YOU MIND TELLING ME WHY YOU WASTED MY TIME ON THIS PIECE OF FUCKING TRASH???

Stop yelling at them and think for a moment.  Two targets are gone and this same set of tire tracks are here and made hastily and now we got a note from someone calling out "Fishy".  First off who do you think "Fishy" is?

Fuck if I know.

*sigh*...Fishy...Doctor Fischer...HANNIBAL?

Oh yeah...hah!  ...Fishy

Yeah and what does this all tell you?

That someone knows what who he is and is fucking with our mission.

Right...first of all we send this to Hannibal.  Get some damn answers and get a new plan of action going.

Wonderful...waiting to kill something.

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-DOCTOR FISCHER, A PRIORITY MESSAGE FOR YOU FROM AGENT GUASS.-

Oh really?  Vell vhat does he have for me?

-A SHORT MESSAGE ENTAILING THE FOLLOWING: "Hi Fishy"...who is it and what does he or she know?"-

hmmm

-SOMETHING WRONG DOCTOR?-

Eva...it seems I have myself a new project...I thought she'd know better...

-DOCTOR?-

Eva, send Agents Guass and Butcher the entire data for vone Morales, Priscilla.  Then tell them to keep on vith their targets.  I vill meet vith them soon and vith a new toy.

-AT ONCE DOCTOR.-

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It can't be...

What?

I...I..she..As I struggled with the words I couldn't believe my eyes.  How in the cluster fucking universe did she escape that???  It couldn't be...no one just gets up out of the ground without...he didn't.  That bastard.

He brought her back.

Who?  The bloody tooth fairy?

No...Carmen.

Butcher just looked at me then took the profile we received.  He looked long and intently at it.  He's actually studying a combat profile...must be the end of the world.  Wonder if he's a shocked as me...though if this is legit then I can't say I'm not surprised Hannibal went back on his word.

Says her name is Priscilla.  

Priscilla?  Carmen had another sister?  She never mentioned around me or Karasu...

Priscilla Morales...huh.  Says she's the first runt of the litter...parents gave her away to some rich morons and...HA!

What?

She went to school with Hannibal!  Aw man...and says that were "close classmates".  Seriously can you see old Zombie doing anything with a woman that didn't involve some kind of hospital bullshit?

Can't say I could...Hannibal. That guy has made himself quite clear he wants nothing to do with the human race.  Can't say that I know anything of his past...no one does, but then again no one cared.  Actually if anyone would care it's the director of Sector 6.  He tries to keep him on a short leash, but I don't think he's doing a very good job.

So...another Morales.

She's fucking up my kill count.  I hate that bitch already.

More importantly she wise to what we're doing.  She's got intel and that makes her a priority.

So what's our next move?

Simple.  We eliminate her.

And how do you suggest we do that?

Follow the tire tracks.  We're looking for a Winnebago and one armed to the teeth from the look in the pressure the tires are under.

A man hunt.  Nice.  GET YOUR ASSES IN GEAR BITCHES!  WE'RE GOIN' HUNTIN'!