"Oi, you there!"
The fur wrapped man was just turning around with his assualt rifle in hand as Oxford slammed the blunt hammer into his temple.
"Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer, came down upon his head!" Oxford sung to himself as he smashed the hammer repeatedly into the skull of the dead man. "Clang, clang, Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that he was dead!"
Oxford's viciousness made even Epsilon sick, the man wretching as he saw Oxford smash the skull into a bloody ruin and the rest of his body soon following. Yulai gave a shout to his fellow agent. "You bloody fool, he's dead! Stop now!"
Epsilon, Cambridge, and Delta wrenched Oxford back, his bloody sledgehammer slipping from his hands onto the snow as the giant of a man howled with laughter. "I was just getting started Yulai, why did you make me stop!? I love doing my job, and the bloodier the better!"
"You will cut this load of right now unless you want to go back to Washington in a paper bag!"
"So are you going to kill me Yulai?" Silence reigned amongst the group for almost a minute as the snow began to settle on the carnage of the slaughtered men scattered all around, some in cars, others splayed out as if sleeping in the snow. "Didn't think so, because you don't quite have the manhood in order to kill me now do you?"
Yulai was crimson with rage, but he held his tongue in regards to Oxford. "Delta, go set up your equipment on the ridge. Can you fit a silencer or use silent bullets in your gun?"
"If I do I will not have the range to blow their heads off."
"Very well, start sniping targets after a five minute grace period." Yulai marched off down the road to where their van was, his black coat flapping around his ankles and his wiast, the hood drawn up around his head.
"Well that was fun while it lasted," Oxford proclaimed as he jerked his hammer up from the ground. "Now what do we do?"
The others didn't speak to him, merely followed Yulai back to the van.
The assualt started thirty minutes after. The van that they drove up to the front of the compound sat there for thirty seconds while the mercenary soldiers called out for them to step away from their vehicle. Several loud gunshots later, and all seven of them were either in pieces or had dropped to the ground below.
Nova was the first one out of the vehicle, the small, wiry man popping off shots from the semi automatic as he took up a position by the vehicle. Theta and Yulai spilled out as well, providing covering fire while Oxford, Cambridge, and Epsilon staggered out with their weapons in their hands. Oxford was already calling out insults at the others, one of whom landed a bullet in the tall scarecrow of a person on his shoulder, which Oxford laughed at before blowing the man's brains out across the walls.
Six thermal grenades had their pins popped off at the same time, shortly before Epsilon chucked them into the barracks housing. Three buildings went up in flames, burning bodies launched upwards into the air or out of the door. Oily smoke that smelled of cooking flesh rose up into the sky as the fire's burned with an eeire glow that was common only in silver phosphorous.
More gunshots echoed out as Oxford brought out two scythes on a chain, whirling them around before tossing them into the blades of a helicopter. The chopper, a Black Falcon, spun around in the air as it descended, the racks of missiles dropping off and exploding when the impacted the ground. The Falcon smashed into the second wall of the compound with an explosion that tossed men in every direction.
"Go, go, go!" Yulai was screaming out.
Epsilon, Cambridge, and Oxford were the first one's in the breach, Oxford swinging his hammer left and right as he sung out in a deep voice "Maxwell's Silver Hammer", while Epsilon used his crescent bladed knife to gut and stab all that got in his way. Cambridge on the other hand held back and picked off the random person that he could, the ones that usually were not fleeing out of sheer terror and aiming at the agents.
Nova was hit three times in the stomach, but simply shot back, the bullets thumping into his would be killer's body as the man fell from the walls. As he stumbled upwards, Oxford's hammer drove him down in a gout of blood.
Fire lapped against the walls of the entire compound now, more thermal grenades leaving Cambridge's hands as he lit fire to everything around them, purging the world of the bodies, the ashes everywhere now, on his tongue, in his hair, water and mud congealing on the ground with boiling blood. Wild laughter bursted out of his mouth, and Epsilon and Oxford laughed right along as well.
The third wall fell as a grappling hook tore a sharpshooter off of the battlements and allowed Epsilon to scale the stony face with ease, the gate opening. Mercenaries poured out, only to be cut down by the bullets fired from all of the agents, Yulai manning a machine gun on top of the van as he remotely drove the vehicle forward. "We almost have them now fellows, kill them all, and may god sort them out!"
With the third wall fallen, the only thing left was the main fortified area, the castle. The hallways were already filling with smoke as the gas masks were strapped to all of the agents faces, moments before they spilled out into the main area, bullets spraying everywhere and blood splashing and sloshing on the floor as Epsilon and Oxford did their work. Servents had scattered and ran away the best they could, but any that got into the reach of Oxford's hammer met a grisly end. The beastly man kept up his orgy of death and violence as he screamed out that song, the word's beginning to be tattoed on the inside of Cambridge's brain.
Five minutes of unabated slaughter and death, and they reached the main room. The control room, the hub, in which the commander would reside. Yulai motioned for Cambridge to crack the door open. He nodded, slung the rifle over his shoulder and kicked in the door so hard it flew into the area before slamming into a table and stopping.
Cambridge was halfway through the doorway when he was bashed from the side, an arm wrapping around his throat as another drew up a pistol beside his head. The thin, scratchy voice of the Berlinner was right behind him. "Drop your weapons or your friend dies."
Oxford didn't really look like he cared if Cambridge got in the way of his kill or not, but the other agents dropped their collective weaponry to the ground and gave the Deutschlander a look of pure hatred. "Not my fault Amerikans, but I prefer to stay alive. I'm going to leave now. The second I hear you trying to make a move against me, the bomb strapped to my chest will go off and decimate anything within five hundred meters of me."
Delta spied the thin Deutschlander moving up to the rooftop where his private chopper awaited him, and what looked like... Cambridge? "Damnation," he swore to himself as he peered down the scope of the high powered rifle.
He aimed carefully as the Deutschlander shouted at the other agents assembling on the roof as Yulai's comm lines crackled over his ears. "Take the shot."
Cambridge squirmed as the agents stepped out from the staircase in front of him and Thunderfalcon. "You fools, kill him, kill him now! Or more people will die!"
"Shut up you pathetic little Amerikan," shouted the Deutschlander over the raging tempest of the snowstorm and the crackle of fire. "I do not intend to leave you alive if you insist upon keeping this up! But none of you can kill me now, unless you have a sniper laying somewhere-"
A single gunshot from a world away and the grip of the Deutschlander slackened, half of his head blown off as he fell onto the rooftop, blood trickling from his mouth and the remains of his skull. He was clearly dead before he even hit the stone.
"What are you waiting on you fools!" Yulai shouted out to his compatriots. "The whole place is coming down, let's go!"
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