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It was a bright morning... or well... it would be if the sun was still alive, near one of the only remaining forests left in nevada in the city area and such, an family had just lost their dog to bandits led by the infamous Sheriff, an man that was once the former boss of the Agency, before being overthrown by the Employers, and then killed by hank, and then brought back to life, and then killed again after being humliated and disowned by the employers and the entire agency as a whole. But anyway back to the family, the Daughter there was going to bury her dog, with an old man following behind her "megan... megan sweetheart, listen to your old grandpappy...!" the one man said, looking like an grunt in a dirty farmer's outfit with a mechanic's jumpsuit tied around the waist, with a thick grey beard on his mouth and such, as the girl would huff and snort, she looked like more rare women of nevada did, only with wearing an brown dress like suit and such, and a hat covering her hair, she didn't bother to answer her granddad rich's questions and thoughts, not like he was gonna stop her from stopping those bandits from messing up everything in nevada, she and her folks were just trying to live a decent life, course they knew the risk, with her grandfather once being apart of the Agency and such, but them days for him were long over, the agency thought he was dead, so he spend his days either at his diner with megan serving folk who came in to have a break, or mostly stay at her family's house and read and sleep, but these bandits, they weren't any normal bandits, these bandits have green cloths attached to them, think of them like the cowboys gang from that movie tombstone, only set in a post-apocolypse nevada, her brown eyes glowed darkly a bit at the thought of those nasty men touching her or the rest of her family, burying her poor dog that defended their ranch from the bandits, she sighs heavily as she stared at the makeshift grave of her dog, with her granddad sitting next to her as she stared on up at the sky, and began to say a prayer from the bible.
"The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know. I feed in green pastures; safe-folded I rest. He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, he restored my soul, but they" they she is referring to is the bandits of course "they killed my dog. even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i shall fear no evil." as she said this, far away, as if someone was answering her prayers, the sounds of thuds and such were heard, like someone was riding an horse as she keeps saying her prayer "but i am afraid. for foul not with me. i ride my staff that comfort me. we need a mircale" she said to herself, sniffling lightly as Rich gently patted her shoulder "my loving kindness and my raysy, she'll follow me till the day i be with her in heaven.... if you exist my guardian... please,,, i shall be in the house of our lord and savior." once again, as if on cue, and far away, someone was answering Megan's wishes, an lone man was riding on a pale horse "i'd like to get more of this life" she said, gesturing to how quiet it was all around her and her granddad "if you don't help us... we're all gonna die..." she said, meaning both her family and the poor folks at the mining town and the lumberjack like town nearby that both the sheriff, Reverend and bandits occupy. "please...." the man was getting closer in the vision that only we the readers and viewers can see "just one miracle..." megan said to whatever god was listening, their lord and savior jesus christ.... amen..." she said quietly, with rich gently patting her head slightly, nearing their location out of the forest, where the bloodied up sun wasn't that bright, we the viewers and readers can see who was answering her prayers and such. the lone man was seen in a light colored tan duster like coat and brown pants, with slightly normal brown colored boots, and spurs, an studded gun belt and an frontiersman's belt, an hankercheif, brown gloves that were seemly made and crafted from some kind of animal like skin, an mouth guard like face-mask over his face, with blue goggles, bandages over some parts of his face, an bandlier, black holsters, an light black colored everyday shirt underneath the leather supsenders he has to keep his pants up and such, even though he didn't need the supsenders, he just kept them with him, and to top if all off, covering his hair was an light colored tanned stalker hat on it, he looked like some apocolyptic version of one of blondie's outfits from the good, the bad, and the ugly. as for the house it was seen looking like an hungarian half bred with the dapple dark grey coat.
riding on past from where the readers and viewers can see him, it pans to him now going down some hills and such as the man steadied his horse, passing by some trees and what not the mask on the man's face being seen to have purple visors on it, the large stallion snorted, shaking it's head and such , with the man gently patting it's neck, arriving in a small town that wasn't the mining town but it was somewhere close that still had the bandits in them, the horse itself was Nearly and basically the size of an shire horse, with bright blue eyes, actually only one blue eye and one orange eye like color. the tail of the horse coated in a jet white, with the mane like hair of the horse being a faint white looking color , the Saddle was black and green, like a mixture of alligator and boar skin, and around him and the horse was a thick white mist that came out of the horse's body as it rides, like it was the pale horse known as death, with hints of small sparks of flames coming out along with black and green particles around the mist, the horse's body was littered with scars and such, like it's been through a lot, much like it's rider here, he arrives in the town, going pass an woman with a curvy body, having long hair, an poncho on her sleevess shirt, pants of matching colors, an robotic arm, and shoes, she blinks with her eyes covered by sunglasses, tilting her head at seeing the drifter like person going on by, before turning around and doing her own thing, looking for her own bounty of sorts. the Drifter watches that, before he keeps going into town on his horse, the blue visors glowing slightly as he inspects the whole town as his horse trots on the ground, every grunt looking at him with confusion as he hitches his horse by the hitching post and makes his way towards the doctor's office, before he goes in. he stops at a gravekeeper, who was watching him. must work here or something. he huffs a bit, staring at him with a blank look "prepare three coffins." he said as Rich blinks slightly, but nods anyway. The Drifter makes his way into the office, staring down at the doctor there as he looked up, and froze upon seeing the other aim a gun at him, he motions the doctor to close the binds as he does so without question, before growing even more pale when he motioned the doctor to open the locked up door, when he asked the man that he shouldn't be dealing with those folk, his response was the man grabbing the keys from him, and knocking the doctor plain out, the Drifter snorting and grunting lightly before turning around and going into the door, unlocking the keys, hearing a voice come out "who's there?!.." and then with another voice seconds later "must be the doc, probably brought us some whiskey."
What wasn't the doctor was indeed the Drifter, having come in, aiming his two guns at the group of bandits as they stared with wide eyes, when the first one gets gunned down, the rest try to get up, only to also get gunned down repeatedly, the man grabbing an shotgun and shooting one of the bandits as they fell, he froze upon feeling an small shadow, before turning around and shooting at a large one as the shadow dispers, nearly attempting to escape now, before getting shot out the window, the shadow retreating away and hiding in the next nearest shade, with the Drifter staring and watching, before turning his attention back to the last two, and the one on the floor, one of them shoots out his revolver, as he snorts, grabbing one from the box they had, checking it over as it seemed to be a Schofield Revolver, when the bandit realized they was out of ammo it was too late, they both get shot down, the drifter noticed an girl bandit trying to grab their gun, before her neck gets stabbed by the man's throwing knife, blood gurgling out as she fell against the wall, leaning against a wall safe as the man raises an eyebrow, walking towards it and easily tearing the hinges off, grabbing some money, documents, and bill folds, along with a small map, staring at it before he overhears more of the bandits talking outside, only two of them, guess the rest of them were out, out where? well apparently going to pay that rancher girl's family one last visit, he stares at the map, and then back at the direction, before glancing on over to the other bandit trying to reach them, instantly getting his head stomped in as the Drifter snorts, shaking his head, before reloading the repeating pump-action looking shotgun with a double barrel like length, and grabbing some repeating rifles and such, and more revolvers, along with a bow and arrow, and whistled quietly for his horse by the window as it came over, with the other placing the guns he found and looted off the bodies onto the horses saddle and such, before going towards the entrance of the clinic from this room, bringing out his shotgun.
The first bandit gets shot from behind, instantly dying as an nasty slug round was in his ribs, and of course, pieces of the door were lodged into him, the second and last bandit in the town froze, staring at the Drifter, with the blondie like outfit on him, though, he takes off the bandages around his face, making the two other bandits even more scared of the state his face was in, stitches seen everywhere, even though most of it was covered by his bandana and hat, with the goggles's blue visors staring at the scared bandits's eyes. before they could of done anything, they also got shot but point blank in the chest, the Drifter snorts and huffs, watching him bleed out, coughing and gurgling as they tried to reach for their gun, before watching with wide eyes as the Drifter placed the shotgun barrel at their own head, pulling the trigger as the head blows apart. and after freeing the local law in the jail, and the mayor, he gets onto his horse, and looks at the old man "my mistake. 7 coffins." and with that. he rides on out of the town, going towards the direction in the map that had the ranch with that family on it, turns out he isn't that far off from the place, as after a few minutes of riding on the paths and such, he hears some commotion up ahead, pressing an button on his mask as the visors squinted slightly, zooming his vision in as he sees more of the bandits by an ranch house, dragging out two bodies, while two others had an girl and an old man in their hold, some of the bandits were grinning madly as they aimed their knife at the girl's throat "you leave my granddaughter alone you sick fucks!" The Grandfather said, with one of the bandits slamming the butt of their gun against his ribs "quiet yourself rich!" they said, with the girl calling out for her granddad, The Drifter grips on his reins and clicked, his horse rushing head on, bashing into two horses with bandits on them, the horses going flying as the bandits screamed, the others turned around with wide eyes, both bandits get crushed by their horses, as the drifter throws two knives, at the two bandits that had the girl and old man trapped, freeing them as the rest of the bandits all froze when the drifter got down from his large stallion, pulling out an machete as he stares at them through his blue visors on the goggles, and then... the killing started.
All of the bandits went straight for him, he walked towards them calmly, before swinging his machete into one of the bandit's stomachs roughly, instantly killing them, tearing it out, and striking the next one down, and the next, he kept swinging, chopping off limbs, tearing out the insides, and striking the head in half, splitting their bodies apart one by one, he stabbed one repeatedly several times, kicking one of them away, and striking their shoulder and neck, one of the bandits, a bit younger and looking more or less like an cowboy with an shotgun coat, rushed onto him from behind, only to shriek as he gets his mouth slashed and nearly bashed into with the machete, the bandit staggering back, winching and coughing as the boy looked up, eyes wide as the Drifter stared him down, before raising the machete up, as the other went running, right as one of the others attempts to tackle him from behind, it didn't work, since he turns his machete around, and strikes the bandit dead center in the heart but not too close, he pulls out his gun and shoots the ankles and knees of the last remaining bandit as that one fell against the fence, yelling in pain, as for the one he had trapped with him basically, he dug that blade in deep, lifting up the other as he pulls out the map, showing it to the bandit "i want you. to point to where the mining town is on this map. do it, or i'll make your death a painful one." he said, when he did and marked it, he said thank you, and sliced the bandit in half, he went over to the other one, and killed that one too, stained with blood he looks over at the two former captives, telling them to get on out of here, loot any money off of them, and sell their horses to the stables, and to sell their home too, telling them to go somewhere more safer, before he left, the girl went up to him "excuse me! suh! are you going to the mining town?" she asked, with the Drifter staring at her and nodding "are you gonna have to kill the rest of them there?" another nod, with Rich snorting "well when you get there! kill that son of a bitch sheriff for us will you?!... oh! what's your name by the way friend!" he asked, with the rider snorting as he clicks his reins, his horse beginning to move "im nobody friend... just a lone drifter." he said, and with that, he rides on off, with the girl, Megan saying a prayer, praying that their guardian would be alright....
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It was just like any other morning in the barren wasteland of nevada, empty, hot and quiet, the once bright and yellow sun was now an blood red, along with the entire sky due to the sun mysteriously being killed a long time ago, though of course there were people working on bringing the sun on back from the dead. An lone man was driving in a car, huffing as he looks through his mirror, he was a rather tall man, sporting an long black trenchcoat, the sleeve torn apart revealing his mag like arm, while the start of it was Red with faint yellowish stripes, the rest of the arm was completely black in color, with spikes on the shoulder and smaller spike on the elbow. on his mouth, he was sporting an bandana on his mouth, wearing an wrapped up hat on his head, with an helmet covering it to add more protection, from where it could be seen, he has worn and new and old bandages around the sides of his face and arms and body, with faint but many scars on his face too, an Black fingerless glove on his other hand, having 4 holsters, with two on his belt, and the other two on his back, and ammo belts somewhere on him, an sharp sword holstered onto his back, 4 magnums like desert eagles on his belt, and some ammo bags attached to his worn black jeans, and sporting heavy black hiking books, this was the legendary mercenary known as Hank J wimbleton, the very man responsible for a lot of things both good and bad but he was known to everyone as the Monster of Nevada, and for a good reason too. He was listening to an old song on the radio in his car as he drove on by, huffing lightly as the lyrics sounded out through the radio a bit messed up and distorted but still perfectly clear "… Uptown got it's hustlers The bowery got it's bums 42nd street got big Jim walker He's a pool shootin' son of a gun" the song started out, Hank humming lightly as he listened to it " Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss. And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim boss, just because And they say"
Hank hums softly, his eyes behind his goggles glinting a bit as the song keeps going "… You don't tug on superman's cape, You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger And you don't mess around with Jim" he taps the steering wheel as the song keeps on going, humming lightly "… Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim. I am a pool shootin' boy. My name Willie McCoy But down home they call me slim. Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street He drivin' a drop top cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don't you know" Hank hums lightly, actually starting to quietly sing along to the song in his own way "… And you don't tug on superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger. And you don't mess around with Jim!" Hank taps the steering wheel again as he huffs, turning up the volume on the song as he listens to it further, singing along with it a bit more lively now "… Well a hush fell over the pool room. Jimmy come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' were done The only part that wasn't bloody Was the soles of the big man's feet." He pauses for a small moment, noticing an outpost that was nearby, with grunts and agents there, smirking slightly as he picks up on the speed, the radio blaring on out "Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places. And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a different kind of story, When big Jim hit the floor now they say"
Hank comes on out of the Car, taking on out his guns and loading them up, the Grunts and agents glancing over with confused expressions, before they all scrambled when he started firing out lead right into the grunts and agents, all of them scrambling to even catch their guns before they were filled with lead and bullets being torn right into their bodies "… You don't tug on superman's cape." Hank hums lightly as he pulls out his double shotguns, shooting up some agents who were blindly trying to fire out their pistols at him, the agents going down with their heads missing. "You don't spit into the wind" He jams one of his shotguns into an engineer's head, blowing it clean off, and shoots off some grunt's legs and blew off half of it's face before pulling on out his knife and ramming it in another grunt, bashing his head against an engineer "You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger." his hand with the red glove crackles slightly, before he jams it right into an grunt's chest, lighting shooting in and around the other as he lets go, the grunt staggering around before it's chest blew apart, blood flying everywhere before falling on down onto the ground "And you don't mess around with slim!" Hank somewhat laughs as he slits an agent's throat, pulling out his machine guns and shooting up a row of the agents and grunts that came on out of the outpost before he shot it all up to hell "… Yeah, big Jim got his hat." He hums, pulling out his revolvers and shooting up 5 more of the grunts "Find out where it's at." he stabs another one in the neck and rips it clean off, slamming it against another agent's head so hard that their own head got splattered, the body falling onto the ground "And it's not hustlin' people strange to you. Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue" he rams his shotgun into an grunt, and shoots 2 more agents with it, before pulling on out his other shotgun, and shooting another remaining grunt before ramming the shotgun out, and pulling on out an bomb, taking the pin out
"… Yeah you don't tug on superman's cape" he stomps down onto a grunt, lifting the bomb up and getting ready to throw it, ramming his head against an oncoming agent as the impact alone caused the head to be torn off by the brute force "You don't spit into the wind." he throws the bomb high into the air as it lands right into the outpost, while he was gunning down 10 more grunts and 10 more agents, all while grinning madly behind his mask "You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger" as the song was almost about to end, Hank turns around and walks on off back to his car as the outpost blew on up with any remaining grunts and agents inside getting caught in the explosion "And you don't mess around with slim." Hank huffs softly to himself, chuckling as he puts his weapons back in the car, starting it on up and driving on off from the burning building that was the outpost he just destroyed, chuckling slightly to himself as he taps on the steering wheel, driving off further and further into the distance. As up from above, having watched everything from a cliff top, were four people that were from the Agency, The Leader was a man in a tan like suit jacket, with a purple like bandana, a worn cap, Red sunglasses, an green patch of skin stitched onto his head, dark blue jeans, black shoes, and a number labeled onto his arm, with the Label being read as "Subject 6" as for the second member, whom was a little bit more taller than the other, perhaps around 6'3 feet, while the leader was around 6 feet. the second Member wore an long black Trenchcoat, with stars, badges and medals on it, greyish jeans, black gloves with an odd halo like symbol on the palms of the hands, along with a weird device on the wrist, along with an engineer like mask, but instead of yellow visors it's coated in red, if someone would look close enough, they'd see that on one side of the body it was completely normal, though with scars and other minor stitches underneath the mask, while on the other side? completely zombified and such for reasons unknown, with an Number labeled on the side of his head titled "Subject 7."
As for the Third Member, which was the largest, it was around 12 foot tall at the very least, looking like a giant mag agent, with an ring on the finger, heavy working boots and a jacket, along with horns, and a messed up mouth, along with goggle shaped like eyes or something, with stitches and such around it's body, having an number also labeled onto it, shown on the back of it's jacket with the title being read as "Subject 5" as for the fourth member which was the smallest, around 5 feet or so, they had a big messed up looking scar on their face, having yellowish goggles and a hood covering their head and hair, and devices and equipment around them, with an number labeled onto their neck being shown as "Subject 8." Subject 5 Grumbled lightly, putting away his binoculars as he rubs his forehead "i told you idiots he was coming this way. but no. you and subject 5 had to agree with Frank here on where he was going." the leader of this group said, grumbling lightly as he rubs his forehead "sometimes i wonder why Boss has you idiots around still." he said, as the one with the part zombie body, growled lightly behind his mask "blame the little shit who wanted to try to detour that idiotic gorilla brute!" he said, with subject 8 snorting "oh yeah! like you could do any better... stupid half green faced guy!" they said, with Frank growling and lifting them up by the collar, and yelling at them "it'S FRANK don't play mister dumbass with me today BOY!" he said, with Subject 5, aka Agony staring and just snorting in response, shaking it's head along with Bill, whom the two looked at eachother in an annoyed and tired expression, before glancing back at what was going on, while Subject 8, who we'll called Ryker, hissed and stuck their tongue at frank “yeah whatever I ain’t gonna remember it anyway! Besides, you won’t touch me, boss-“ they yelp as they were lifted up a bit tighter by the collar of their shirt, the other growling darkly at Ryker "oh why you little shit....!" he growled out, his knife pressing into their throat almost "just name the place my little speedy friend... i'll gut you dry and make you into a mag like Dexter is." he threathened, with Ryker gulping but squinting "y-you don't scare me! b...besides! boss said to not harrass eachother!" they said, with Frank growling "you want me to put that rule off the table?!" he said, an dark glint forming in his eyes. the Leader growled, stomping his foot down as he shouted "ENOUGH ALREADY!" he shouted, as both Ryker and Frank quickly froze, with Frank dropping ryker to the ground "sorry Bill-" he went pale upon seeing his glare deepened "...i... mean... sir." he said, with Ryker grumbling a bit as they rubbed their head, but flinched upon seeing Subject 6's Glare turning to them, trembling a bit "s....sorry also s...sir...."
They said, with Agony attempting to hold in it's laughter, before they turned around as another one shows up, which of course was another mag agent, but more bigger than agony was, around 14 feet, in a gorilla like posture, having an large gas mask on the face as cables and such were attached to it along with being connected to two back spike like plates on the back, along with having armored platings around the sleeves and such, along with more and more spikes on the body, and having a pair of bull like horns on the mask as well, and an number shown on her arm, labeled out as "Subject 9" and to top it all off, there was an odd looking gem on the chest, that seemly changed colors depending on her emotions and such. Ryker glanced over, and seemly perks up, grinning "ah! your here! that means boss wants us??" they ask, with the other breathing and making odd noises, as bill huffs, snapping his fingers as Frank scrambled over, and fixed the other's mask, before stepping back "there. you were saying?" Bill said as Frank was going back over to the other three, grumbling to himself, with the other slightly more larger agent blinking rapidly behind the gas mask "Mmmmmmmiwwwter ffffiremmmman sssssssaid ttttttto cwme bbbbwck fffffwr somwthing impwrtant,,,!" she said, with the other four blinking rapidly, Bill grumbling lightly as he looks at Agony as it glanced back and asked him "im assuming boss wants us all back now...?" it asked in sign language, not really paying attention to what Subject 9 said, with the other nodding, with Frank huffing again, gripping on his gun "fucking.... alright." he said, as Bill snorts, getting the other four's attention "we've got what we needed. let's go back." he said, huffing as the four moved on, with Ryker staying for a moment and glancing out to where the monster of nevada went, pondering slightly before they yelped slightly as frank yelled out to them "BOY! come the fuck on already! we don't need you lollygagging!!" he said, with Ryker flinching before they huffed and went off following the others, grumbling lightly to themselves as their goggles flickered slightly in color, even as Frank glared at them with a soft growl, all while Bill groaned to himself as he and agony rubbed their own foreheads.
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Hank grunts lightly as he rubs his forehead while driving still, humming lightly to himself as he taps on the steering wheel, huffing lightly, today was a good day for him, an successful raid, fucking up the auditor's shit, stealing some machine thing, and destroyed an outpost and fucked up some people working for the agency, all in a day's work for him as he hums lightly, glancing over as he instantly stops the car, his goggles brightening widely as he grunts and huffs, getting on out of the car as he stares at an overview of an city of some kind, pulling on out some sort of scope onto his rifle as he peers through it, seeing in the far distance an huge horde of what seemed to be green skinned Grunts, some with exposed flesh and teeth, some wearing black, and some with their sockets exposed and their flesh partly seen, these were called zombies, an side effect to this whole madness incident, originally created by accident by the savior to stop the monster of nevada from hurting everyone in that part all those years ago, as of now they were a daily thing to see in nevada, mainly cause the Agency had been making a whole bunch of them and experimenting with them, but the first major threat was during that time, in the park, and in that Rock concert Place... Hank flinches for a moment, remembering those moments as he breathes heavily, in and out before grunting as he pulls on out an walkie talkie, grunting as he held it to his ear, waiting before an familiar voice to him speaks out "what is it now hank? are you back yet?" the voice asks, oddly deep and stern, and almost as metallic as hank's own voice was, but more older and such... then again Hank hasn't spoken in a long time anyway so who's to say what his own voice sounds like anyway. "im going to assume your silence means a no. what did you want to call me for im busy cleaning up this stupid paint on the van." the voice now confirmed as 2B said, with Hank huffing as he taps into the speaker of the walkie-talkie repeatedly, using morse code as he waited for another response, huffing as he gets one "so that horde is still moving towards this location?" an few more taps to confirm the response "goddamn it... and here i thought we'd at least get a few more days or a week at the very least, fucking hell... how many?" Hank grumbles lightly and clicks the radio a few more times "that fucking many are you fucking serious?!" another tap to the radio confirming the response to Doc's question "ugh we'd be better off going already, if we're lucky maybe they'll get the main agency base around here. waste all those agents's bullets and supplies on their own creations..." Hank snorted lightly, clicking into the radio a few more times "yeah yeah hank i know you'll be late, again. just don't be long that's the only damn car i have."
Hank snorts lightly to that, huffing as he clicks the radio before speaking into it, his voice sore and robotic even "sure thing... bee." he said, with the radio cracking static as 2B hissed a bit in annoyance, Hank smirked a tiny bit as he hears him trying to find words "j-just- UGH! just hurry on back or else im making you clean this damn mess on the truck!" he shouted, before the radio turns off, Hank humming lightly as he puts the walkie-talkie back to his belt loop, huffing as he peers through the scope again, checking through it again as he huffs, before blinking rapidly as he sees something in the near distance as he lowers his rifle, as if the outline of that certain zombie with the reddish hair and the stop-sign wasn't enough of a giveaway as he growls darkly, what the hell was that clown doing here? he huffs as he notices the other was seemly harming someone, an... woman?? he huffs lightly as he raises an eyebrow, grunting lightly as he zooms in on the scope, the woman didn't look to be much like any other normal grunt of the other gender, but wearing what seemed to be a lab-coat of sort, probably some sort of lab partner or something, but he huffs, he wanted an excuse to beat up that clown all day, so seeing him now was the perfect time to test out his new powers on him for real without fear of having him mess reality up when he had that halo.... grunting as he slowly walks on down, keeping quiet as he made sure not to be seen by the other, the woman backing up and whimpering lightly Hank tilts his head, noticing she had some sort of star like symbol on her coat, how he could see that from that far away was anyone's guess, he snorts and huffs, walking further and further, still as silent as ever as Tricky growled behind his mask, raising his stopsign to bash in the girl's brains, before stopping as he felt someone poking him, slowly turning around before making an clown squeak noise as Hank grabs him by the head, with Tricky hissing and snarling, thrashing around before yelping as Hank's grip on the head of the zombified clown tightens more and more, the clown hissing and struggling as he kicked his legs around, cracks forming on the mask and blood coming out of the holes, Hank staring further as he pulls out his mag arm, and sends a electrified punch straight to Tricky's stomach as the clown's eyes behind the mask widened, dropping his stop sign as sparks and such came out of the clown, twitching as Hank scoffs, tossing him aside as the clown wiggles and shakes, gurgling and groaning as he was almost having an seziure, before shrieking as hank kicks him away as he went flying, shrieking as his screams echoed before he was out of sight.
The Girl stares with wide eyes, Hank huffing lightly as he stares at her, noticing that her skin wasn't quite like most grunts were, instead of the usual light or dark grey or sometimes rarely even an normal peach like color, the woman's skin was an light brownish like color, other types of clothing that normal grunts don't usually wear, an strange number labeled onto her arm that he couldn't read or spell out, noticing her eyes were an odd color that he didn't remember clearly, snorting quietly as she trembled at him, of course she would, everyone was afraid of him, due to his massive size, his strength, his appearance, hell even the things he's done around here, grunting lightly as he stares at her face again, noticing that she was sporting blackish short messy colored hair, which was a rare sight to some grunts, only he, doc, fellow, and deimos had hair... he didn't know if sanford had any hair though... he should probably check underneath that bandana of his when he gets the chance, see if he's bald or not. he grunts lightly as he shakes his head as the girl stares in some form of awe and shock "u-uhm- i-i- im,, uhm,, t,,,thank you,,,!" she said, holding her hand out, expecting him to help her up, with Hank simply staring before putting his hands in his pockets as he turned around and walked off, with the girl blinking rapidly "u,,,um,, o,,,okay,,,! t,,,thank you s,,,still,,! i,,,im star!,,,,!" she called out, with Hank just waving a hand off before putting it in his pocket, walking off further and further as he thinks to himself, why did she even bother telling him her name? not like he cared anyway, he has other places to be and things to worry about that were far more important. He keeps on walking onwards further and further away until he was out of her field of vision, the Monster of Nevada huffing lightly as he keeps walking on back to his car, grumbling lightly to himself as he picks up his rifle, placing it back in the car, getting into it and starting it on up again, humming lightly as he backs up the car, turning it around and beginning to drive on off away from here and back on his original path on back to their current base, huffing softly to himself as he turns on the radio in the car, listening to some music while driving, grumbling softly to himself....
In another part of Nevada, two lone men were traveling on foot, coming back from an recent but slightly short supply trip, one of them was taller than the other, nearly at around 6 feet and 5 inches tall, having various scars around his shirtless body, bandages around his arms and waist, army styled pants and shoes, an black head-wrap covering his head, Black sunglasses, Dogtags on his neck, an lighter grey like skin, and an faint but very visible scar on his eye, this was one of the members of the MERCS that work for the Rebel Leader known only as 2B, this one was named Sanford, huffing lightly as he was checking through the bag at what they got, glancing over to another person who was smoking as he frowns, lightly flicking the cigarette off "you know one of these days your gonna have to quit, right?" he said, as the other glanced over and grumbled, this one was WAY more smaller than both sanford and Hank, nearly around 5 feet and six inches, sporting an dark grey hoodie, an black backpack, navy colored jeans, an white shirt, an hat that covered both his hair and bandages, and having relatively sharp teeth, and various scars around his mouth and neck, from what was seen anyway, this was one of the former members of the Agency, and who is now the Tech and hacker of the MERCS, and his name was Deimos, Younger brother of the Director of the Nexus Factory called Phobos, and who was known at the time as the Fire Boy, before the Auditor came into existence anyway, Deimos was Old Agency, back when the boss was the Sheriff and that... other being, he squints at him with his orange eyes as Sanford rolls his own green eyes as Deimos grumbles lightly as he rubs his own forehead, shaking it "come on man... ain't like i can't do much else with how my powers are now, besides you know i need those to have my powers actually work sometimes?" he said, with Sanford grumbling "doc's been trying to figure out something for that, but your just making your damn throat worst by inhaling that shit, you ain't hank." he said, with the other chuckling "well.... yeah you right on that."
He said, with sanford huffing softly to himself as the two kept walking, with the other checking his radio from time to time "still no word back from that new recruit huh?" Deimos asks, with the other nodded "yeah... Doc knows they're still a damn kid..." he said, with Deimos shrugging "i dunno.... Doc and hank just see something in that kid that we don't." he said, huffing lightly "im... sure they're alright though. ain't nothing gonna mess them up with the kind of training hank gave them.” He said, huffing softly as he rubs his forehead “Fellow may be… well. Different than most of us but. He’s got a good heart… a lot more better than the most of us anyway.” Sanford admitted and pointed out, huffing lightly as he adjusts his scarf and gauntlets that he had during the project nexus mission, huffing quietly as he checks his bag, humming lightly "so what did we get again?" Deimos asks, with Sanford humming lightly "four subway sandwiches... an pizza, some chips, and drinks." he said, huffing as the two kept on walking more and more "why the hell did hank have to take the car..." he said, with Sanford huffing to deimos "because you broke the radio on the van, and gave it that nasty paint-job, and somehow IM also not allowed to use the car now. so yeah. it's because of another one of your stupid ideas." he said, grumbling lightly as Deimos huffs "hardy har har.... it wasn't stupid... that damn van needed to stand out more anyway. all these damn cars look the damn same..." he pointed out, with Sanford huffing lightly as he rubs his forehead, before the two blinked upon hearing some cracks and snaps, glancing over as there were some bandits right behind them, blinking rapidly in surprise "h-how the hell did you hear us?!" they all shouted, with Deimos glancing up, smiling a bit as Sanford snorts, pointing behind them "We didn't. but he did."
he said, with the bandits glancing over as something seemly appeared out of thin air with the showing of an large shadow that almost looked like a dinosaur, the bandits all screamed before the beast lunges down and devoured them, stomping one of them to the ground, as the bandits screamed and yelped as they get chewed and shook around like ragdolls, with Deimos and Sanford watching as they make winces "ouch... that's gotta hurt..." Deimos said, with the two of them ducking as one of the bandit's weapons gets tossed over head "yep.... oh damn lost his leg too..." he said, as the bandits's screams would eventually die down, the large shape of the shadow being seen eating up the remains, gurgling and rumbling quietly "thanks bob!" Deimos said "we're fine now" he said, as the shadow eventually vanished out of thin air, almost like something turned itself invisible as the man huffs, adjusting his hat "told ya it was a good idea to bring him along with us." Deimos said, with Sanford huffing "yeah, you still have to look for his saddle when we get back to the base alright?" he said, with Deimos huffing lightly "yeah yeah i know..." he said, huffing as they keep walking more and more, huffing as they keep moving forward "so, maybe when we get back we can start working on that supposed plan Hank's been going on with us about, to go back to that nexus factory and look for anything that can uh, help us in at least weakening the auditor and getting rid of that damn halo" Sanford said, with Deimos huffing "don't let doc hear ya about that when we get back, he's still pissed off at hank for the shit he pulled... ugh. can't believe he still tried to kill us." he said, rubbing his neck at where the faint scars were, Sanford huffing "yeah well. like we found at that lab, that nexus core or whatever, must of done something to him when he pressed that button or something to fight off that damn clown" he said, with Deimos humming lightly "yeah, thank fucking god he was brought back to his damn senses when doc and fellow brought him back to hell and Doc gave him a beating for that" he said, with Sanford chuckling "yeah, Hank was legit like... well. the most reactive we've seen that wasn't bloodshed or anger in his mind" he said, with Deimos huffing "and Fellow recorded the whole thing if i remembered, Hank was legit crying when Doc pinched his nipples" he said,with Sanford and him laughing as they kept walking "ah.... yeah, thank god he hasn't tried to pull a stunt like that now" he said, humming as they kept walking "shouldn't be too long now... think we can still get that boat working? to get the fuck out of nevada and somewhere else?" he said, with Sanford huffing "yeah maybe, but for now let's focus on getting back to base, alright?" he said, with the other nodding as they kept walking, humming lightly to themselves.
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Elsewhere in Nevada, with the Agency, things were uh.... not going so well. Alarms rung out throughout the agency’s base as guards, engineers and agents rushed down the corridor while scientists and such ran on off in a hurry, guns trained and aiming around as the testing area around the current base was practically a bit messy right now, broken glass, machinery, furniture and stains of blood everywhere, including two dead mags, some of the guards looked around as they circled the area, keeping their guns trained on anything that moved in their own way, before all of a sudden the wall burst apart, an huge spark of lighting and fire erupted and shot out, engulfing and melting the guards to nothing more than a pile of black and grey goop, the figure who destroyed those guards looked like any other grunt at first glance, though having bloodied up stained clothing, seemly on all fours and bearing their sharp teeth, nearly sharper than an certain other person, old messy bandages were seen in the tips and tears of their clothing and on their arms, and the top of their head was also wrapped in bandages, they growled and hissed as more agents began coming, the grunt stood up, and fired out an huge bolt of lighting as the group screams out in surprise as they get shocked and blown apart by the lighting as huge seconds of the walls and such nearly shattered apart as the Experiment chuckled and hissed in glee, clapping their hands together as they twitched, hissing and snarling as they hear more and more soldiers and grunts coming, getting nearly surrounded as they roared out, before slamming their hands down, huge bolts of lighting erupting on out of the ground as it burnt the soldiers and grunts, the armor and gear melting into the bodies as they all staggered, before with a surprising amount of speed, the Experiment tore off their heads with their hands and teeth, odd white dust and particles seemly pulsing and being absorbed into the other's body
After that little bloodbath, the Experiment twitches and clicks lightly, breathing heavily for a moment as they looked around, grabbing what they could as they started putting on other types of armor and gear and clothing over their torn and worn clothing, putting on an brown hoodie, combat boots, an black jacket, Black Leather gloves, an belt with small bags and a handle for weapons, grabbing an stachel and placing it over themselves, along with grabbing an Hunting Knife as they stared at it, twirling the blade around as they clicked lightly, before prying on off an plague doctor's mask and putting it on their own face, and adjusting the boots, making them look taller now from their 5'8 height, making them look more like 5'10 or 5'11, cracking their own neck as they huffed, before twitching as they heard a bit of buzzing, slowly turning around as they gripped on the knife, staring at Ryker who had small little sparks coming out of their fingers, the escaped experiment twitching as they slowly turned around and stared at Frank who grips on his bat, grinning behind his engineer like mask as the Experiment turns around after hearing a bit of whirring noises, staring at Bill, and hearing a low growl, glancing over and just tilting their head at Agony, the Experiment huffing lightly as they were surrounded yet again, breathing heavily through their newly obtained mask as they stared at another weapon, grabbing it as it was revealed to be a machete, gripping on it as they putted the knife away, staring at every one of the more special agents, before cracking their neck, breathing heavily as the first one to move at them was Frank, who tried to bash their own head apart, missing every swing as the Experiment dodges the attacks and hits, growling as they slammed the machete deep into Frank's stomach, the other coughing out blood as he backs up, before the experiment punched Frank straight to the ground hard, snorting before glancing at Ryker, hissing as they pulled out the machete roughly after kicking frank's ribs.
Ryker huffs before nyooming on over to attempt to shock and paralyze the Experiment, with the said experiment dodging in a rather sluggish manner, even then the attack missed, Ryker blinked rapidly, before yelping as the Experiment attempted to slash the other, with Ryker speeding away and attempting to fire out a bolt of lighting, with the other holding up their machete as the lighting absorbs it, the blade sparking with lighting as Ryker blinks rapidly in surprise "....BULLSHIT-" they shrieked as the other slashed them with the machete as their shoulder gets stabbed, their own lighting being reflected and erupted into their body as they yelled, sparks and such coming out as the Experiment stared further at seeing the other reacting like that to the pain, before taking the machete out, and instantly throwing it when Agony came running at the experiment, the blade striking the other's head as he yowls out, staggering back, The Experiment grabbing ryker by the shoulders, and forcing them down, slamming their knee into the other's face as the smaller similar experiment staggers back, whining and grunting as they held their nose "ow ow ow ow... my nose... that was my fuck-" they got the lights knocked out as the Experiment punched them straight in the face roughly, making them crash through a window and onto a table, the whole thing breaking as stars flew around ryker's head. The Experiment turned around only to stagger back when their own machete was flunged towards them, their ribs getting stabbed as they staggered, grunting as they looked up, staring as Agony roared out in rage, instantly charging at the other as The Experiment hisses, instantly shooting out huge amounts of lighting at Agony.
The MAG shrieks and roars, staggering backwards as he shrieks loudly as the lighting erupted into his body, slowly stomping towards the Experiment, growling and snarling, The Experiment growling lightly as they ripped out the machete, and slammed it to the ground before using their other hand to fire out another huge amount of lighting, Agony shrieking and roaring loudly as he staggers back, yowling and bellowing, as it twitches heavily, coughing and gurgling out in pain, before freezing as the machete was thrown straight at his head, the experiment canceling their attack as Agony twitches rapidly, sparks and steam and smoke coming out of him before falling on down with a thud against the wall as The experiment snorts and gurgles lightly, humming for a moment as they walked over and tore out the machete, humming softly before glancing over as they jumped to the left as Ryker lunged, missing as they held an pipe as a weapon, hissing as the two proceeded to clash weapons against eachother, before the Experiment grabs the pipe from ryker when the other had leaned it close, the teenager blinking rapidly as they pointed "NO!" he said, before getting punched straight in the face, their goggles cracking slightly as they back up, before getting smacked by the pipe as they fell to the ground with another thud, the Experiment snorting before quickly turning around as Frank screamed out in rage as he attempted to hit them, only to get knocked out when the experiment bashes his face with the pipe, the visor on the mask breaking as he fell down with a thud, the Experiment who we'll call TESTER now, seemly snorts behind their mask, tossing the pipe aside as they looked around, all three of the special agents were down for... actually- they grabbed the pipe, and jams it into Agony's stomach, the MAG Agent shrieking as blood gurgles out of his mouth, attempting to swat at TESTER, before slumping down and falling over again, NOW these three were down for the count, TESTER seemly chuckles behind their mask, looking around for another moment... but where was the metal one....?
Before they could even think about it, Bill jumps out of nowhere, landing an heavy left hook into the side of their face as the Experiment looking slasher dressed Grunt backs up, hissing in surprise as they twitched, getting punched a few times by the cyborg as they struck at him repeatedly with the machete, kicking Bill to the wall as they attempted to slam the machete into the other's head, only succeeding in getting it lodged in the shoulder when Bill kicks TESTER away, the other grunting before they pulled out the knife they got, gripping onto it as Bill grunts, getting the machete out of his shoulder as he grips on it, glaring behind his mask like helmet as he and the other clashed their blades against one another, with TESTER backing up as Bill had some sort of advantage with having super-strength due to his robotic like body, but there was one thing that TESTER had that he didn't... Abilities. their hand sparks as they jabbed Bill's ribs, sending a few dozens shocks into the other's body as Bill backs up, grunting as he drops the Machete, staggering slightly before he gets stabbed repeatedly by the other, before getting shocked a bunch of times, Bill grunting as he slams his head against TESTER as they did the same, the two staggering backwards as Bill coughs and grunts, his scanners messing up as he tried to get his focus back, huffing before coughing out a mixture of Oil and blood when TESTER rams their entire arm into his body, the Cyborg staggering as he clutched his slightly fatal wound, sparks and such coming out of him, before getting kicked in the chest as he crashed into the wall, grunting as he coughs heavily, TESTER stomping towards him before kicking his face, breaking the mask as Bill wheezed, having trouble breathing now as he clawed at the air, trying to get oxygen, before TESTER slams their fist into the side of Bill's head, knocking him down fully as they huffed, staring blankly as Bill coughed and grunted, trying to breathe properly as the other snorted, grabbing. their Knife as they putted it away, picking up the machete as they slowly stalked towards Bill, raising up the blade, about ready to cut the other to billions of pieces of wires and blood and bone.
Before they were suddenly blown backwards, crashing straight into the wall by a unseen force, they hissed as it was at first revealed to be the mag dressed up like a mixture of a scuba diver and armored up grunt with spikes, aka who is also known as Nessie, as they were about to shock her, they get blown away again by something much more stronger, crashing straight into the walls as they groaned, glaring at whoever made that as the figure walks towards them, it looked almost like a retainer, though with some differences, they looked more smaller, around 8 feet or so, wearing much more protective and cleaner clothing, and looked more normal than most retainers, this one much of been an template or an prototype to the more well known heavier bulkier appearance of most retainers, the prototype cocked their head, Tester shrieking as they were flunged to the ceiling and to the ground repeatedly nonstop, before being pinned to the wall, hissing and grunting, the prototype barely even lifting up a finger as a bunch of glass shards rose up and flew towards TESTER, stabbing into the other as they hissed out in surprise, blood oozing out as they growled, shooting out the shards by emitting an huge electronic like shockwave as waves of lighting and whips of it came out as the shards dispersed to dust and ashes, TESTER growling as they were about to destroy these two, before freezing when a voice came out of nowhere “that’s enough, I’ve seen what they’re capable of now.” The familiar echoing and eerily voice of the auditor spoke out as TESTER twitches, getting surrounded by 11 far more highly trained guards as they growled softly, exhausted and bleeding, and angry but. They dropped the machete, surrendering as the auditor appears out of nowhere “what the fUCK do you mean you’ve seen enough boss?!” Frank pointed out, grunting as the auditor hums lightly “I wanted to see how they would fair against an whole few squads and you all before their wounds and exhaustion take their toll.” He said, as he turned around when Ryker groans “my body hurts…” they said, with the auditor huffing “can you walk?” He asks, with Ryker nodding “then your okay. Quit whining, you have two perfectly intact legs. So use them.” He said, turning around to stare at the prototype “Derek. Take them all to the infirmary. You have done well” he said, with the retainer nodding as he used his pyshic powers to get agony up, escorting the wounded and exhausted agents away, with frank staring back as the auditor gestures the guards to escort TESTER back to their cell, he was like he was before, tall and black, seemly made out of magical blackish red fire, sporting dark, cold red eyes, an cracked red halo on his head, and sporting an suit and tie that has seen better days, he fixes his tie, glancing over as frank keeps walking, the auditor raising an eyebrow before huffing, turning around and walking off, that was one thing he can check off, now he knows how dangerous TESTER can be… excellent. Maybe this time those mercs won’t stand a chance… just maybe they can finally win.
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After that whole mess, we cut back to the more wild parts of nevada, mainly Near an old western like town, near where deimos and Sanford had passed a few hours ago, something else was going on there, this was the last stronghold of the sheriff, who was being an paranoid grunt as per usual, but he had every right to be, ever since his first death from hank, and his second death from the white assassin during that project nexus mission he was on with the director, he was far more paranoid and stressed but, the scars and pain from hell had taken a toll on him, he was perhaps around the same age as hank was now, maybe even older, age finally catching up to him as he had an mouth guard on his mouth from when the white assassin nearly tore it apart, gripping on his guns as he had his ‘deputies’ and bounty hunters everywhere in the town, recently an new person had entered the town, arriving on a horse that seemly had fire left in it’s trail, the drifter was first seen stopping an group of thugs that the sheriff had hired, from harassing an poor grunt trying to live an honest and good life, the thugs were easily wrecked, with all the drifter used was the axe handle like a bat, knocking them all out, seemly already making himself known, from what the sheriff had saw and described to his deputies and bounty hunters, the lone drifter was tall, around 6’8 feet tall, wearing an dark red duster looking coat with various stitches and such on it, black fingerless gloves, navy colored jeans with spurs and black riding boots, an white colored hankercheif collar on his neck, an black vest, blue shirt, an stachel, two holsters, an bandana covering most of the face apart from the eyes and such, as for the eyes, covering them were dark purple colored goggles, as his face was shadowed out by an black stalker hat, but glimpses of green could be seen on one side of the face, with the same tint of green on his hand, while the other hand looked almost robotic from what was seen, having an shotgun and rifle on his back, an ammo bandlier, an lasso, and some kind of wrist looking gauntlet on him, the lone drifter was last seen heading into an small hotel of some sort, as for why he was here no one knew, but the sheriff insists that the drifter was here for him, he got an eerie vibe about him, feeling almost the same he felt about hank when he tried to kill him, gripping on his guns as he breathes in and out, grumbling softly as he huffs, ordering his deputies and such to go and kill the lone drifter, he'll pay all of them a million dollars if they do, course it was obvious that he was lying, he was just saying that to get any sort of protection after he was fired by the agency, and punished by the old director, and horribly humiliated and messed up by the Employers, he had nothing left, aside from his guns that is.
An inn keeper at the hotel glances up as The Lone Drifter makes his way into the saloon, not bothering to take off his bandana "howdy there... what can i do for you?" he asks, as the Drifter simply drops a key onto the counter, with the Inn keeper humming lightly, squinting his eyes before going off, and coming back with an box, handing it to the other "here you are. that order from the marshal came in, take good care of it" he said, with the Lone Drifter nodding his head as he walks off to the other room, with the inn keeper closing the door, the Lone drifter unlocks and opens up the box, taking out an ammo belt on out of the box, along with an rather special looking gun, taking out an smaller looking revolver out of it as he hums, placing his two old guns in his stachel, taking off his white hankercheif collar, and putting it down, taking out an small old dark yellowish colored hankerchief scarf looking collar as he wraps it around his neck, putting the new belt on him, and the new guns, with the far more longer and powerful looking revolver matching that of an Navy revolver, all colored in a dark navy like blue, he gently cleans it, and checks to see if it was loaded, before putting it in his hoslter, he does the same to the smaller gun before walking on out of the hotel, noticing that the streets were oddly very quiet, humming lightly as he scans around, his purple goggles and bandana and hat covering his face and expression, before making his way towards to a bar of sorts, opening and making his way in, closing the door as the waitress greets him, with the drifter tipping his hat at her as he sits down on a table, glancing over as the inn keeper from before was here, looks like he works two jobs, either that or he was taking over for the other guy, the Waitress pours the Drifter some coffee and soup "here you are sir." she said, with the Drifter nodding his head in thanks to her, as he opens his bandana to cover his right side as he starts drinking, the bar keeper says "some folks are taking a stroll to here not that long ago, looks to be the same people that were harrassing old poor rich" he said, glancing out the window as he noticed both the thugs and the hired bounty hunters outside from a ways away, but not doing anything, simply staring and minding their own business, at least that's what the owner thought anyway.
When the Owner and the waitress left the drifter alone to eat and drink in peace, that was when the thugs and bounty hunters slowly made their way towards the saloon, armed and dangerous as the Sheriff watches alongside the town's Reverend, with the said Reverend glancing on over as the Sheriff was fidgeting with his guns, anxiety noticed right in his expression and such as he waited for the outcome to go into his favor. the thugs and bounty hunters kept walking further and further towards the bar, with one of them spitting to the ground as they made it to the entrance, one of them with a bandage on his head walked towards the window, peeking in to see if the Lone drifter was still there, and he was, still eating and drinking, the man coming back to the group and huffing "son of a bitch is just sitting there drinking coffee. even's got his back to the door." he said, with the leader of the group humming in thought "well... i reckon all of us don't need that sheriff. shall we?" he said, as they all pulled on out their guns, walking on up to the door as they bust into the bar, shooting up everything as quickly and fast as possible, shooting glass, wood, vases, anything. the sound of the shots echoing back to the sheriff's department, the Reverend huffing "pears you won't have to worry about the Drifter after all" the shots still going off as they all huffed, looking around as they were in the process of reloading, trying to see if there were any stains of blood anywhere besides broken stuff, when they all froze upon hearing footsteps to their left, all of them slowly turning around to see the Lone Drifter there as he said "you through?" his voice was onimous, deep, and imitating, and seems to be almost an mixture of other voices and accents, some older, some younger, and some that made him sound almost alien like, he didn't even have an scratch on him, as the thugs and bounty hunters scrambled to reload their guns, while two of them ran on away, in fear of their own lives, running on away from the saloon through the back door as the tall man watches, glancing back to the other group as the Drifter takes it to his own hands, shooting up the lot of them with his new gun, taking down four of them as an table fell over with some glasses shattering onto the floor as the other watches, snorting as he puts his gun away.
The Sheriff and Reverend heard the new gunshots, thinking that it was just from the others, before freezing upon seeing the Lone drifter making his way out of the saloon, completely untouched and not covered with lead and bullets, almost like he wasn't even shot at all as he keeps walking off, the two watching with wide eyes, the Sheriff sweating slightly as he grips onto his own guns, the Reverend staring with wide eyes "..jesus...." he said in shock, the Drifter seemly walking and walking, almost like he was going to the outskirts of the town, hearing an horse's loud neighing and sneering as he keeps walking further before stopping for a moment, slowly turning around as he seemly stares at the sheriff's department, finally seeing that the sheriff and Reverend were staring at him, he reloads his navy revolver, taking off the cylinder and putting an new one in as the two watched from the window, putting the gun back together as he cocks the spring back, twirling it as he grips onto it, as if waiting to see what else the coward would throw at him "oh what the hell is he up to now...?" The Reverend mutters a bit loudly, the Sheriff managing to calm down enough to reply to that, saying "he's inviting us to join him." he said, fixing his coat, before glancing to his deputies, nodding his head at them as the deputies went and grabbed their guns and such, marching on out and aiming them around as the Sheriff walks out with them, feeling a bit more safer now that his actual soldiers were with him, but as they all came out, they all noticed that the lone drifter was nowhere to be seen, as they all split up to look for the drifter, aiming their guns anywhere possible, one of them kicking down the door to the motel the drifter was in at one point, not seeing him anywhere, the Sheriff looks around, scanning his eyes in a bit of a panic, already losing his cool, as two of his deputies were looking around when they and the others along with the sheriff and Reverend heard a loud gunshot as they instantly aimed their guns in the direction where the shot came from, seeing one of their fellow deputy slowly walking towards them all, his mouth open and his expression looking that like he was surprised, before they noticed an bullet hole in his body, the man walking until he fell down with a thud, dead on the spot.
The remaining deputies made their way towards where their other died, as the Sheriff stood at the clearing and center of town from a safe distance away from that, breathing in and out as he tried to keep his cool as he watched his four remaining deputies walking until they were surrounding the dead body of their fellow deputy. two of them slowly going in the direction they saw the other coming on out from, keeping their guns trained on anything that moved, looking around in a bit of confusion, unaware of an large piece of wood falling to it's side as the Drifter without his hat appeared, shooting his gun at the two deputies, the first bullet taking the first one out instantly, though he fired two more shots into the second deputy as he groaned, falling down with an thud as the other stares blankly, before slowly walking away from the scene as the third deputy makes his way towards the two dead bodies as the fourth one started backing away in a bit of fear, the third deputy staring at his two dead allies as he huffs, before glancing over at the direction the Drifter went off in, noticing something odd near the outhouse as he makes his way towards there, cocking the spring on his gun as he slowly walks over there more and more, stopping at some sort of cover as he takes out another gun while aiming it at the outhouse, before another bullet struck him into his ribs as he screams in pain, falling down with a thud, the Drifter seemly hiding in what was an small long wide tub that horses used for drinking water out of, slowly coming out of it as he snorted quietly, shaking his head before walking on off again. The Fourth and last Deputy made his way quickly and saw his dead partner, gripping onto his own gun as the last deputy glances to the barn with a yelp after ducking, his hat getting shot off and falling into the dirt, quickly rushing inside the building and aiming his gun away, the only light being the front large doors of the barn as he looks around, hearing the sounds of Chickens, and seeing horses hitched on their hitching posts, the deputy walking around as he taps one of the horses as it turned away from the deputy as he keeps walking, looking around, trying to spot the other, how hard was it to see him he looked like he could be seen right from space with the getup he was wearing! he stops for a moment and stared down, seeing the Drifter's hat on the ground as he raises an eyebrow, picking up the stalker looking hat and putting it on.
That was when he felt an lasso being grappled right onto his neck as he screams, shooting out in the air before being brought straight into the shadows, outside the barn and near the outskirts of the town, the Sheriff quickly perks up and watches in confusion and shock as he saw an Horse riding on off without an rider as the Deputy was attatched to the reins, being dragged along as he screamed, the horse running past the sheriff as the drifter's hat on the deputy went flying as he watched with shock, while unaware to him, The Drifter slowly walks over to where his hat was, dusting it off as the Sheriff turned around and froze upon seeing the Lone drifter near him, the tall man slowly putting his hat back on him, all while staring at the sheriff, and having his gun out, the sheriff turning around fully to face him, as if trying to stand up for himself again, he was once a coward, but during the project nexus mission he was more brave and bold, but now here he was, shaking in his boots like before, knowing this weakness he tries to hide it, trying to show that brave and bold man he was when working with the crazed Director phobos, as the Drifter adjusts his hat and bandana, also turning around fully to stare at him, as he started slowly walking towards the other, his spurs and such making small clanking noises as he walked, The Sheriff opening up his coat for a bit to grip onto his own gun, which was a lemat revolver, an special kind of gun that was able to use and fire out shotgun shells. The Lone Drifter stops for a moment, before he keeps walking towards the other, the Sheriff's fingers shaking and trembling as he watched the other's every move as he was slowly walking towards him, reloading his gun as the Sheriff's kept his on the ready, shaking and trembling, why was he so afraid...? why did this man remind him so much of the monster of nevada...? sweating almost as he gulps a bit, scratching the stitches on his neck from when his throat was slit by the white assassin when he was discovered by her shortly after his punishment by the employers, the Drifter reloading his gun, opening the cylinder, taking it out as he walks, putting the empty one in his pocket, and taking an new one out, and putting that one into where it goes, closing it back up as he cocks the spring, all while walking further and further towards the sheriff until the two were nearly an half foot away from eachother, staring at one another as the wind breezes by, none of them making an move...