[ Chapter I (1): "MISS PAULING & AGENT CHARLES VS. THE RUSSIAN MAFIA" ]
[ "Damn, I sure do miss my lovely wife and children waiting for me at home. I do hope I don't die a violent death, leaving my family alone to starve." ] A simple meth dealer, former chemistry teacher could be seen taking off the mask from his hazmat suit.
As the pain and labor of his work gets to him, reminiscent and remembering the faces of his love ones waiting for him at home— he wonders, what dish is his Ariadne had cooked up for him.
[ "I wish it'll be fish... I love fis-" ] EXPLOSION! Suddenly one of the machines exploded besides him, causing for him to have a cruel death exploding to thousands of pieces. So too followed the other machines around the underground Russian Meth Lab, causing deaths all about.
As millions of drug money, products, limited edition equipments and even men both equipped with weapons or not could be seen slowly burning to ashes— those are the lucky ones, as the other option to go out by slowly suffocating from the black smog in the air; the more painful death.
[ "B-boss! What are we gonna do?! The exits are blocked, the ventilations are fucked, and our men are dying!" ]
[ "What do you mean "Boss"?! I'm just the fuckin' Janitor!!" ]
[ "D-don't panic guys, we can get out through the secret exit. As long as that door is there, then can we all get out safely." ]
The rest of the men stopped fighting as all of them cheered instead, ready to form a line even though the underground floor that they are in is currently burning. About to get to that though, they paused... as their said secret exit opened up to reveal a foreign individual. [ "Who in the Hell?!?" ]
One that is wearing a surgeon outfit, wearing dark tinted goggles and a facemask... A piece of wood in his hand which he then pointed at the rag-tag group of gangsters and meth scientist.
Seeing the absurdity of the situation, one of the tougher men spoke up and was ready to beat on the weirdo, as he shows him his sidearm. [ "Hey, crazy guy. What the fuc-" ]
[ BANG ] But lay dead as a small light came out of the tip of the wood the man is holding, which then exploded the said man into thousands of pieces; coating the men all around him in blood. [ "R-run!" ]
The remaining of the people either tried to gun down the mysterious man, or run away... But no matter what they did, all of them in exactly 3 minutes and 13 seconds would die a horrible death in the said hands of the maniac.
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[ "Oh-yeah, that was me. Really couldn't believe that place was rich, I mean... look!" ] Charles pointed at his living room which is adorned with stolen jewels, bags overflowing with money, and even stolen-stolen artwork mostly covered in blood.
All the while the video of the carnage he had done hours before plays in the laptop of the guest that entered his snall comfy home. The name of her if he isn't wrong being somewhere-somewhere... Ms...(?)
Ms...? He actually doesn't remember, as the said lovely Agent sent by the Administrator— on her way to be Secretary if he isn't wrong, looks at him in curiosity and a hint of suspicion pass her prescriped glasses.
About to ask for her name again, especially because he had rudely forgotten it... how unlike him, he paused first, as he then took a sip of tea from his cup; before finally asking her the question. [ "Uhh- w-who did you say you we're again... Miss?" ]
That is of course while hiding the deep red hue that is being present in both side of his face. Like that of a drunk, as he tries to not break eye contact with the pencil skirt wearing Agent. [ "Oh, I-I actually believe I haven't. I'm Florence Pauling, you can just simply call me as Miss Pauling." ]
[ "Just like I said minutes before, I am the "backup" that the Administrator said that she is gonna give you." ] Charles occasionally nods his head in response, smiling as well, as the blush in his cheeks doesn't disappear no matter what. Which Miss Pauling thinks is normal to him, which it isn't. Even though he is nodding, he really isn't there; already imagining marriage.
[ -ust like I said, we'll be infiltrating the secret base of the Russian Mafia without them no- hey, Agent. You still there?" ] The thought of marriages, dates, and handholding was pushed back as Miss Pauling snaps her fingers, catching the attention of Agent Charles, as he then merely responded with a smile and a nod.
[ "Uhh- yeah-yeah, I-I am... *cough* so when are we going with the Mission?" ] He choked on the tea of his, as he then cough. Looking at her, he noticed the stern look that she has... That said sterness coming from some part he doesn't know.
Thinking about it clearly, it may be due to him coldly burning down a secret meth lab disguised as an illegal casino without care, or perhaps maybe because he stole treasure for himself, he doesn't exactly know which-is-which.
[ "As I was saying, we are gonna start operation as soon as pos- i-is that a squirrel?!?" ] Her stern demeanor hit a quick pause as she noticed a small brown head peeking out the shoulders of the man she is wary off... Her wariness quickly disappearing as her iris grew in size the more she stares at the small thing, her love for animals evident. [ "It is...!" ]
As she then places both of her hands on either side of her cheek, screaming in glee, in turn accidentally scaring the said animal into hiding again... Which caused some rationality to enter back into her brain, as she then fixed back her demeanor to the usual cold that TF Industries is known for.
[ "Excuse me for that, as I was saying..." ] Miss Pauling continues on to explain the Mission, the main mission, the backup mission, the plan, the secret plan, the exits, the entrances, the structure of the building that they are about to infiltrate...
As to the surprise of Charles, apparently the lady had went to the site of the massacre, disposed off the witnesses he didn't even notice. Killed the remaining survivors and tortured them for intel... So in short, the intel Charles so desperately and painstakingly tried to fry is something that she had already known for hours before.
[ "Wow..." ] Charles couldn't help but mutter words of amazement from time-to-time as he listens closely, a small inferiority complex developing inside him as the more he listens, who couldn't? Especially with the information he is being told, he would be able to swiftly burn down everyone that gets on his way.
[ "That... That, all of that I agree on. But you see, we have a little bit of problem on our hands." ] He would have agreed quickly, but at the moment his Wand. The all purpose tool of his, used on cleaning the house, cleaning pest, murdering and burying individuals is... charging.
Due to the strain he had put on it in raiding the supposed underground meth lab of the Russian Mafia, Gang, Fraternity or whatever... He had apparently put too much causing the thing to forcefully shutdown for the time being, without it, then Charles is vulnerable to most forms of attack.
[ "You see, Miss uhh- Pauling. My Wand is on rech-" ]
[ "Get down!" ]
About to continue explain further, he paused, as he noticed the scenery going about the window behind Miss Pauling. As armed ice cream trucks could be seen pulling up on the pavement, previously buff dudes was selling ice creams... But now...
But now those said buff dudes are wearing swat-like gear, armed to the teeth, and now have other ice cream truck dudes as their backups for what Charles could only anticipate as a problem... And problem it is they bring. [ BOOM! ]
As most parts of Charles' window gets reduced to nothing, due to an explosion and heavy firing that is intended for him... Thankfully-thankfully, Miss Pauling and Charles was able to react quick and use the sofa as an cover from the hail of bullets.
[ "What in the freak friday f-fuck?!" ] Even though the movie hasn't been released yet, for... give or take 30+ years, Charles instinctively cursed that out as a form of shock. As with a pistol on hand, he looked out at the buff dudes gunning him down... All apparently being a bad shot. [ PEW ]
Or not... Charles hid again behind the comfort of his sofa and tried to not get his head blown off, that increasingly being hard to do as time passes... In the ensuing chaos, he noticed that his pet buddy is shivering in fear. [ "J-christ, Mr. Fitzgerald, d-don't come out, just hide!" ]
In which he/she did, he never really gotten to understand the gender of his friend. Or what sexual preference Mr. Fitzgerald had, but he kept calling him a he... So he kept going and calling him an he, but in the futu- what the fuck is he even talking about, he is gonna die, shot! [ "Get your head out of the gutter, Agent. We are surrounded!" ]
Perhaps annoyed by Charles' blank stare into the abyss, Miss Pauling took the gun off of his hands and made quick work of it, as she then peeked out; shooting and killing one of the men trying to get inside through the destroyed wall. [ BANG ]
[ "I-I, sorry... my fault." ] Getting his head out of the metaphorical gutter, Charles bit his lip, as he then pulled out his not fully functional Wand— still charging, and hit it on the wall of the sofa, trying to gauge out if it'll work or not, shoot charms, spells or something. [ "Work you damned... thing!" ]
[ BANG ] [ BANG ] [ BANG ]
[ "Agent, a little help would do me good. Please stop playing with your... uhh- is that a stick?" ] Miss Pauling getting engrossed into killing people, taking cover, then killing people again couldn't see what's happening besides her. But when she finally did, she immediately became confused. [ "Okay, what exactly are you... doing?" ]
[ "Don't worry about it, M-miss, don't worry about it." ] Noticing the annoyed but sonewhat panicked gaze of his co-worker, he couldn't help but be annoyed and panic also. As he kept hitting his Wand at the wall of his sofa, until finally... [ "It works!" ]
[ "Это тебе за убийство моего лучшего друга, гребаный ублюдок!" ] Charles quickly pointing it at the man that jumped out of nowhere, and is pointing his gun at him... He did the same, as he pointed his piece at the enemy and fired. Before Miss Pauling could react, Charles already did, as he reduced the said Russian guy into ash.
[ "W-what in the...?!" ] To the shock of Miss Pauling of course, I mean, she is familiar with the mystic arts, dabbled in it from time-to-time. But she had never known someone so proficient in it, that he could quickly make others into nothing but ash in a mere instant... She thought it was impossible, but now. [ "Your' a Witch?!" ]
[ "Wizard... actually." ] Grinning smugly at her, Charles replied. As he then pointed his Wand wildly out the cover and hope that his lights hit something in turn... It did, and to the bewilderment of Miss Pauling, it kept doing random stuff; levitation, explosion, slicing and even transfiguration.
Laughing at this, she couldn't understand the ability of this weird Agent besides her. Especially because she doesn't have any intel on the guy other than the fact that all his missions results in half-baked shenanigans that leads to even more problem. [ "У меня 7-летняя дочь, не стреляйте в меня!" ]
But at the moment, pushed in a corner. It seems that she has to rely on that said headstrong idiot and shoot at the bad guys. In which she did, as she then picked up the heavy shotgun lying besides the pile of ashes that was once her enemy..
As she then tries her best to aim, before then shooting wildly at will at the remaining enemies in correspondence to the Agent besides her, who's also wildly shooting random colored lights out of his magical stick. [ "Damn you idiots, m-my fuckin' house!" ]
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