#and that it can and will use its various guns and reverse shotgun of a rapier to rip and tear if it deems it to be better in the long run

[frosteee-variation]

you ever make a character and realize that like. you forget that they’re significantly more fucked up than you remembered and that’s an integral part of their character that you explicitly put in there

yeah

[bokunosimpfiction]

Yandere!Heisenberg x Reader Pt 3

A/N: Since y’all demanded a plot that’s what you’ll get. Will it be good? No. I’ve never written anything with a plot in my entire life. Ever. Not even when I did Nanowrimo or whatever. I just bullshitted the whole thing. Like I’ll do with this fic. Y’all are going to have to remind me to update because I have the attention span of a goat. I’ll try to update this on Saturdays??? IDK at this point. ALSO, WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO POPULAR?????????? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY NOTES THIS HAS ON AO3???? 69????SIXITY FUCKING NINE??? I HATE EVERYTHING MY LEGACY WILL BE READER CALLING HEISENBERG DOOFSCHMIRTZ I HATE EVRYTHING DSHFUGSADFJ

Synopsis: You have totally, %100, given up on escaping. Totally. You haven't been gathering supplies for one, final last hurray. Nope. Totally not. All you have to do is persuade Heisenberg of that so you can change your mind at the last minute. Y’all know the trigger warning for this series but if you don’t tw:kidnapping (implied)

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             You’ve made a breakthrough in your long-term plan of escapism. Even with the mini escape attempts that were really about exploring the factory and less about actually trying to get out, you hadn’t made a lot of progress: until now.

             Well, two, really… Okay, maybe 1 ½. Firstly, you found a sawed-off two-barrel shotgun. With ammo. In fact, there was a various amount of ammo around the factory, but no actual gun. Until now. The second discovery, which is nowhere near as useful, was a window. Which was probably 50 or more feet up from the ground. You didn’t get a chance to inspect it that much, considering as soon as you saw it and got a glimpse at the far-off ground, you had to run again from Lycans.

             Which gives you a basic idea of a way to escape. You knew where the ammo was, you knew where the gun was and had a route to the edge of the building, and hopefully could find stairs at the end of the hallway. Now all you had to do was find a time where you could be gone long enough to get a decent head start before, he notices you’re even gone. Even when he was in the workshop, he kept a close eye on you, keeping you in arms-length to the point where it taxed on both of your mental health.

             And even then, in that chair in the small room, you watch him work in the finer details on something the size of your head and torso. You try not to look at the phone in your lap, he doesn’t even know you have it, much less how great the reception is in the building. How did he not know about his old phone that was still working fine? Oh well, he doesn’t need to know you’re looking at memes and reading feel-good wolf-star fanfic on ao3.

             The best idea you had was to leave him while he was asleep, but there were two some issues with that: he clung to you like his life depended on it, your back to his chest and arms around you almost tight enough to keep you awake; it was dark as hell in the hallways of the factory as is, but it would be impossible to navigate safely with the lights; and the Lycans were most active outside at night, which was where you were trying to go. They’ve tried to eat you before as they show no discrimination on food.

             The only way to get a good enough head start would be to leave while he didn’t notice you were gone, and wouldn’t notice for a long, long time. And that when it hit you. The only time he ever left you by yourself was when he had to deal with the other three lords. And while he left you in that basement that you originally woke up in, you had memorized your way out and found that going up five flights of stairs took you to that faithful widow.

             Would you have enough time to explore and look for an actual exit/entrance, or should you play it safe and find a way to go out that window. You wanted to laugh to yourself, you’d never think that going down a 50ft plus drop would be considered safe, but here you were, kidnapped and held hostage by one of the people your late grandmother warned you not to associate with, or even go near. The letter you received directly quoted “the four lords and their mother, Mother Miranda, are not to be approached or associated with at any costs. You’ll know them when you see them, they smell like death and money. See them and run.”

             You can’t help but find that ironic, considering that you did try to run, heeded her warning, and still faced the consequences that were far worse than she had warned you about. You regretted coming here, to this small village, when you first arrived: no friends, and even those you tried to approach held you to her standard and expected them to be just like her. You were far from her kind and optimistic nature (at least that’s what you heard of her; you hadn’t even known of her whereabouts until she was dead).

             Even the duke, who had helped smuggle you into the village, didn’t seem fond of you. It was a shame, you tried so hard to impress him. But he saw you to a point where you could easily reach her old cottage without having too many issues, turned his cart around, and left without a good-bye. It bothered you to no end that your only companion for about a year or so was an elderly outside cat and the creaking noises the walls made at night.

             And then the cat died and not even a week later you got kidnapped. You never considered yourself lucky, but damn if that wasn’t the worst streak of luck you’ve had in a long time.

             You pretend to turn a page in your book and scroll through your Instagram feed, seeing friends having fun at the beach, or studying at the library, or your old best friend taking selfies in provocative clothing to your ex-boyfriend. Did she forget he cheated on you? She wasn’t always the smartest, but she brought that heartbreak upon herself. You see a photo of your mom, she had posted a picture of a black and white photo of her with her mom, you’re guessing, you have no idea who that old woman is.

             This is the last photo I had with my mom before she died. We lost contact after I moved out. I wish we parted on better terms, Nana.

             She’s in a prairie dress, holding an ancient-looking key in one hand, and the other wrapped around her mom, a middle-aged woman with long hair in two braids and a face that had too many stress wrinkles. You guess your mom was as bad as you were in college. The background looks dreary. You would have guessed it to be the quality of the photo if you hadn’t recognized the house behind them as the house you lived in used to live in.

             The loops on the handle of the key look familiar. You spread your fingers apart to zoom in and see the blurry engravings on the side. It was the payment you gave to sneak into the village. You thought it was a worthless family heirloom at most and found it strange that he had even found interest in the key, or even valued it deeper than money in general. Maybe this photo or other photos of you and your family would help out.

             Why is that key suddenly piquing your interest? Were you that bored, as to sit there and think about a key that was at least twice your age? A key that you didn’t even have. You needed a hobby besides escapism and rejecting your captor’s sexual advances. You look up at him again, only to find him leaning against the desk, hat off and sunglass placed on his forehead, his gaze on you. It wasn’t his normal piercing one, that studied you and calculated your every move, but soft and lazy. His current gaze was dreamy; he was daydreaming about you. You found that equally undaring s it was unnerving.

             “Karl.”

             “Yes, Sweetiepea?” Honestly, what the fuck.

             “Firstly, why are you staring at me like that? Secondly, that is the most disgusting way to use that pet name. I need to take a shower after you called me that.”

             He chuckles light-heartedly. Even his softer more genuine, happy chuckles are booming and loud. “Okay… Sugarplum!” And he busts out laughing.

             Clearly dodging the first question and focusing on the second. You can’t believe you gave him ammo for his annoying-you-gun. And you thought you’d grown immune to most of his… less-savory traits. Were you growing used to him? Next thing you know you’re going to like him and develop Stockholm syndrome!

             “You’re a shit head, hobo magneto…” You turn your head away and let your hair cover half your face so he can’t see you smile. You’ll miss him when you escape and get the duke to smuggle you back to your home in Bucharest. But only a little. Just because calling Heisenberg these names are funny.

             “Why don’t you call me by my name, I know you know it.”

             “You sure about that?” You quip back.

             “You’ve lived with me for at least two months now!”

             “Hm…. I think I know your name! It’s uh…” You are totally faking not knowing his name. “It’s… Heidi Carlson? Yeah, that sounds about right!”

             “It’s Karl Heisenberg!”

             “Quit being so silly, Heidi! Maybe it’s nap-time!” This was a little too fun.

             He looks back at his project for a moment and genuinely considers it. “I know you’re being antagonistic but you’re probably right.” And with that, he walks towards you and goes to scoop you up. You have to shut your book quickly in order for him not to notice the phone in between its pages before you let him pick you up.

             He immediately notices that. “Are… Are you sick?”

             “No! Of course not!” Because you genuinely aren’t sick, and he’s already up in your business as-is, you don’t need him dotting on you because he thinks you’re sick or something. You’ll go fucking crazy.

             “You’ve put in zero effort into anything remotely physical since your last little failed escape attempt.” He gave it a little bit of thought. “You’ve given up, haven’t you, and you’re just depressed about it aren’t you?”

             You want to say no, you really do, but if Heisenberg thinks you’ve given up on escaping, perhaps it’ll give you enough space to plan the big one. The reverse heist so to speak. “No- I… okay maybe I have but I still don’t like you.

             He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl. Now let’s get us that well-deserved nap.”

             You plug your nose and turn away as a joke. “You’ve gotta take a bath first, you smell like oil and sweat.” You don’t fight it, because you have to play the part, but you still have to act a little bit like yourself.

             “Okay, fine doll, but don’t think you’ve escaped my barrage of affection, because as soon as I get out of the shower-“

             You bonk him. And he looks at you so confused before he smiles and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours. You try to hold the bile back in your mouth and lean forward and peck his lips before leaning back. You failed at trying to not visibly gag.

             “Ew… I can’t believe I just kissed you.”

             “Well, I guess someone caught feelings… Didn’t they?”

[pinknerdpanda]

Hey, Jealousy

Word Count: 2,696

Characters: Dean, Cas x reader

Warnings: Flangst, Language, sexy times insinuations, jealous!Cas, childish insults

SPN Angst Bingo Square Filled: Stabbing

A/N: This was written for @atc74​ and @d-s-winchester​’s Double Trouble Challenge and also to fill a square on my @spnangstbingo​ card. @atc74​ made the badass aesthetic for this as the prompt along with the highlighted bit below. I loved this challenge and I hope you enjoy this. Thanks Ladies and happy 2nd Blogiversaries!

Beta’d by: @hannahindie​ and @wheresthekillswitch​ - I am going to have to invent new words to accurately describe how much I love you guys. Thank you.

Hey, Jealousy

“You alright, there buddy?”

Castiel turns to face Dean, his eyes narrowed, but not in the normal “you humans defy explanation” kind of way. His blue eyes are practically burning with an emotion that most closely resembles anger.

“Yes. I am fine. Why do you ask, Dean?” Castiel’s monotoned rasp is typical of the angel, but there’s something about his normalness that almost gives him away.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot skyward as he hastily glances between Cas and y/n who is currently talking to a man behind the counter of the gas station and laughing playfully at whatever he just said.

“Nothing, man. You just seem kinda tense.”

Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel as they continue to watch y/n through the windshield of the car. “Tense” is putting it lightly; Cas has been a ball of jealous rage since they’d decided to send y/n to collect the information on the gold Buick they’ve been searching for. Castiel hasn’t said a single word to indicate any kind of feeling towards her, but there is no denying the intense amount of energy radiating off of the angel.

“Why does she have to cross her arms that way?” Cas grumbles to himself. “Does she not realize that she is only bringing attention to her ample bosom? That cretin she is interrogating has done nothing to hide his fascination with it.”

Dean turns his head slowly to look at him, his eyes wide and his lips pressed in a hard line.

“That’s kind of the point, Cas. Men are pigs and will do anything for a little T&A.”

Cas sighs loudly and fidgets with the front of his tan trenchcoat.

“Are you jealous?” Dean struggles to hide his grin, but as Castiel turns to face him again, the humor drains from his face. Cas is clearly not in the mood to be ribbed, though he remains silent. “It’s ok if you are, bud.”

Cas’ head whips around as y/n pushes through the door and bounces toward the car, flinging the door open and sliding inside.

“Hey guys. Andy says he saw our guy about an hour ago. He was looking for directions to the next town over.”

Castiel turns in his seat to face her, a look of incredulity plastered on his face.

“Andy?” His tone is seething. “Andy? I did not know it was customary for convenience store associates to develop a relationship with customers on a first name basis.”

Y/n’s face screws up, like she’s looking at a piece of abstract art and trying to figure out which way is up. “It was on his nametag, Cas. What crawled up your ass, Halo Top?”

Castiel huffs and turns back to glare at this Andy character as Dean puts the car in reverse and takes off.

Dean clears his throat. “So we are sure that this is our guy?”

“Mid 90’s Buick with Wisconsin plates and a man dressed in an expensive suit? That's our guy,” y/n frowns at the back of Cas’ head as he continues to stare out the window. “So what’s our play?”

“Well, he seems to have a pattern,” Dean hesitates, sneaking a sideways glance at Cas before continuing. “I say we send y/n in to draw him out and then Cas, you and I can take care of him nice and quick.”

A heavy silence fills the car. Cas makes no move to indicate that he’s on board with this plan or that he’s even heard a word Dean said. Dean glances several times between the angel and the road.

“Cas? Buddy, what do you think?”

Slowly and with an air of creepiness to it, Castiel turns his head to face Dean. He narrows his eyes, his lips pressed together for a moment before he turns back to stare, once more, out the window.

Dean’s eyes meet y/n’s in the rearview mirror for a fraction of a second. She shrugs. Castiel mutters something under his breath and it’s all but unintelligible.

“Sorry, man. I couldn’t hear you,” Dean says, tentatively.

Cas sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I said, maybe we should go back and get Andy’s input on the matter.”

“Really, Cas? You’re acting like a child,” y/n barks, throwing her hands up.

“Oh, my...would you look at that! The world’s largest barber pole!” Dean exclaims, looking back at y/n with a too-wide grin.

“Well, at least I am not acting like a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction,” Cas sneers.

Dean jerks the wheel of the car to take the exit. “You know I was just thinking I needed a haircut. Good thing we passed by this place…”

“Is that so, Castiel?” Y/n’s voice drops to a low, eerily calm level and her words are full of ice. “You think you’re so fucking high and mighty because you came stocked with a harp and some feathers? Last time I checked our job was to save people and when we pulled into that gas station I didn’t see you offering any ideas or using your angel grace to...oh wait. That’s right. You gave it away to that ass-monkey douche, Metatron and now you’re all out of juice. How’s that working out for you?”

Dean slams the car in park and y/n lurches forward in her seat. He turns around to face her, but her door is already open and she’s striding away.

Castiel sighs and Dean turns to face him. “You called her a prostitute, dude.”

Cas bristles, his cheeks flaming a deep pink color. “No I didn’t, I called her…”

“Yeah yeah...‘a woman who solicits money from men in exchange for sexual interaction’” Dean huffs. “Potato, prostitute, man. What the hell? Just tell her how you feel.”

Cas’ face scrunches up, indignation plaguing his features. “Dean, I am certain I have no…”

A piercing scream cuts him off and the two men scramble from the car. Dean tears off in the direction of the scream as Cas hurriedly pops the trunk and lifts the floor to reveal the hidden cache of various supernaturally relevant weapons. He quickly grabs a sawed off shotgun, an additional angel blade and shoves two flasks of holy water in the pockets of his coat. He slams the trunk shut and runs after Dean.

As Cas approaches a run-down barn, a frustrated cry makes his blood run redhot. A small hiss catches his attention and he turns to see Dean, his back pressed against the dilapidated wall of the barn, gun drawn.

Dean tips his head, directing Cas to follow suit, and then pauses briefly to look at the seething angel; he’s absolutely brimming with pent up rage.

“That whole thing with the dumbass at the gas station have you feeling a little violent?” Dean whispers, hoarsely.

“No, I’m not feeling violent, I’m feeling creative,” Cas pauses, squinting through a knothole in the wall, “with weapons.”

“Let me go, you black-eyed son of a bitch,” y/n shouts, fear lightly tinging her words, “or, so help me God, I will rip your heart out with my bare hands.”

Cas’ hand tightens cruelly around his blade, his teeth grinding together painfully. From where he's standing he can see the back of the demon holding y/n captive. If he weren't human, he would have popped in and smote it; easy peasy. Humanity, in all it's infinitely fascinating simplicity, really has its downsides.

Castiel flicks the cap off one of the flasks and, taking a deep breath, maneuvers from behind the protection of the wall. The demon sizzles, a surprised gasp on his lips as Cas flings the holy water in his direction.

He turns to find y/n, her face marred with cuts and a trickle of blood dripping from her bottom lip. Her hands and feet are bound tightly around a beam in the center of the barn. Cas’ heart lurches as a renewed rage swirls in his gut. The moment's distraction is all the demon needs and, with a swish of his hand, Cas goes flying. He slams, with a painful groan, into the opposite wall, his blade clattering to the floor several feet from him.

“Castiel, you twit,” the demon sneers, “your little girlfriend, here, has you all twitterpated; it looks like you're missing a step, angel.”

Dean creeps behind y/n, moving slowly to avoid making noise and drawing the attention of the now-pacing demon. Y/n jumps as Dean clasps her shoulder reassuringly and begins slicing through her bonds.

“Man, I thought bringing this bitch in,” the demon throws an arm out behind him in y/n’s direction, “would bring me a pretty penny, but you…. Man... That's the real payload.”

Cas winces as he grabs his side, he glances down to find his hand smudged with blood. “What are you talking about? Since when do demons need money?”

The demon chuckles, “That's the best part. We don't. I just really like it.”

Dean severs the ropes keeping y/n bound and helps her sidestep slowly out of the barn. He nods at Cas from behind the demons back, silently urging him to stall.

“So what? You are a demon bounty hunter?”

“Yeah, something like that. You've had a price on your halo since you first shacked up with those idiots in plaid; the Winchesters. I just never thought I'd be the one to collect. Ya know, I gotta say, I'll be glad to be done with all these piddly little contracts I've been working lately.”

“Between you, me and the wall,” Dean's voice booms through the barn and the demon whirls, his eyes flashing black. “tell me - the bounties on me and Cas - whose is bigger?”

Cas leaps to his feet, flicking his hand as the extra angel blade drops into his palm. He rushes forward, jamming the blade into the demon's skull with brutal force, it's tip jutting out from between his left eye and the bridge of his nose. The demon flashes blue before falling forward into a heap onto the ground.

Dean looks between the demon and the angel a few times, his eyes wide.

“Well, that works. Good job, buddy.”

-----

“Ok, I think that will hold just fine,” Dean splashes Cas’ wound with vodka and presses a clean, white gauze over his minty-fresh stitches. Y/n applies strips of tape to hold the bandage in place, stealing a glance into the angel’s blue eyes as a hiss escapes his lips. Her gaze falls to the fresh black ink scrawled across his ribcage in a language she doesn’t understand before attaching the last strip.

Dean clears his throat, and y/n realizes she’s been rubbing her finger absently across the final piece of tape for longer than necessary. She drops her hand and stands up hastily.

“Alright, y/n have a seat, we need to have a talk,” Dean leans back against the cheaply made dresser that doubles as a TV stand in 90% of the motels across the US and crosses his arms over his chest. Castiel casts y/n a sideways glance as she takes a seat on the bed next to the one he’s been occupying for the last 30 minutes. “Look, you two obviously have shit that you need to work out. I don’t know what the hell is going on between you, but, for the love of God, please...figure it out. For all of our sakes.”

Y/n crosses her arms, mirroring his posture in a much more defensive manner, and frowns up at him.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Dean,” Cas says, staring at Dean with round, angry eyes. “We don’t…”

Dean waves his hand, silencing him. “Ba-bu-bup. None of that bullshit. We are all civilized adults, and I think we can agree that whatever that was that happened earlier…? Not normal.”

Cas sighs and y/n looks at him expectantly.

“You don’t want me here? I get it. I’ll let you have your privacy,” Dean pushes himself upright again and smiles. “I think I hear the local bar calling my name, anyway. Listen, I won’t wait up for you if you guys don’t wait up for me.” He shoots Cas a wink, who returns the gesture with an eyeroll as Dean slips on his jacket and out the door.

Several seconds of awkward silence follow the roar of the Impala as it backs out of the parking spot and pulls out onto the road. Cas continues to glare at the door where Dean had been and y/n looks everywhere except at the sulking angel.

The silence reaches an uncomfortable crescendo before y/n finally breaks.

“You were being an ass, Castiel.”

His head whips around to face her, his eyes impossibly wider as he struggles to find the right words. He still can’t seem to locate them, so he drops his gaze to the floor and coughs lightly.

“I apologize for the things that I said to you earlier,” Cas’ baritone is almost too soft to understand. “Obviously, you are not the type of woman who would actively work to solicit the attention of men in exchange for money.”

Y/n pulls her feet up, hugging her knees and worrying her bottom lip.

“What the hell happened, Cas?”

“Dean says that I was acting out of jealousy,” Cas winces as he shifts to face her more fully.

“What do you have to be jealous of, Cas?” Y/n frowns.

Cas shakes his head, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers. “Ever since I lost my grace, there has been a flood of emotions that was both unexpected and incredibly unsettling. I don’t understand how you all handle the volatility of human emotion with such ease.”

Y/n chuckles. “Have you met our good friend, Dean Winchester? Clearly ‘handling emotions’ is something he would rather not have to deal with. I don’t know anyone that exactly handles them with ‘ease.’” She stands, and crosses the short distance to sit next to him. “I don’t understand what that has to do with what happened today, though.”

Cas feels the warmth of her proximity and smells her shampoo and in an instant, a totally new emotion takes over. His mind floods with a barrage of images of her - her cheeks flushed and her skin dewy as she writhes beneath him, his name falling from her lips like a sinful prayer.

“Cas?”

He jerks his gaze to hers, his eyes practically glowing and his cheeks a deep crimson.

“I feel,” he hesitates, “feelings.”

Y/n blinks. “Well, I mean, at least you’re on the right track. Some people eat theirs.”

“I feel feelings...about you, y/n,” he studies her face, her pink lips curled in a surprised ‘o’ and her eyebrows inching toward her hairline.

“What, uh…” she stammers, the intensity of his gaze muddling her thoughts. “What kind of feelings, Cas?”

Cas reaches up, tentatively brushing the backs of his knuckles across her cheek and tracing the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb. Slowly, he lowers his face to hers, their lips meeting gently at first before the kiss deepens, their fingers tangling in each others’ hair. Breathlessly, y/n pulls back, her eyes falling on Cas’ plush lips, now swollen with the effect of her kisses and she smiles.

“I believe that the feelings I am currently experiencing are sexual in nature, though I cannot be completely positive.”

Y/n giggles and his brows crease, in confusion.

“Listen, Cas. Next time, don’t insinuate that the girl you are having feelings for is a prostitute. It sends the wrong message,” she winks at him.

Cas’ lips meet hers again, a leisurely but intense need building between them as their tongues dart between each other’s lips. Their bodies press closely together, as though the air between them is too much to bear.

This time Cas pulls away, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

“The only ‘next time’ I am concerned about involves more of this.”

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Psycho-pass Movie Novel Chpt. 5 - Part 1

Weapons, weapons, weapons. Fights, explosions and weapons again…this is more or less the summary for this first part of chapter 5. There are so many weapon descriptions that I decided to enclose some pictures from the pp profiling book 2, for an easier reading (you can find the full translation of these pictures from the profiling book in the specific index on my blog). There's the full translation there

A particular mention to SEAUn Chairman Han’s name. I have corrected it in Chairman Chuang Hang as it was meant to be this way by the authors. I took notice of it while browsing the Official profiling book nr. 2 and decided to change it in all the chapters.

Last but not least…while working on this chapter I realized that the last year I posted so few translations, thing I am very sorry of. I’ve been too busy and too lazy, so I’ll try to work harder from now on. There are so many things I want to read on psycho-pass world and share with the people who love it.

 Note before reading: sentences in italics represent the character’s thoughts.

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SEAUn, early morning. The sunrise made Shambala Float shine like a kaleidoscope. Even the surface of the sea surrounding the Float reflected the light, it was just like a waving jewel box. Talking about beauty only, this Shambala Float was extraordinarily beautiful. However, that was on condition that ‘you looked it from afar’. Taking a close-up look, the violent System was crawling everywhere there.

Shambala Float’s high stories. In the courtyard of the National Military Police’s quarters close to the Chairman’s official residence, one military unit, about 60 men, was proceeding with preparation of an attack. Nicholas was the one in command. The number of men was scarce but to counterbalance that, the entire unit was being boosted by military drones of different sizes.

The largest number consisted of ‘Skanda’ *, antipersonnel combat drones walking on two legs. The appearance of a dodo bird badly done.  They walked in a bobbing way with reverse joints bird legs and were equipped with a minigun, rocket launcher and shotgun.

Such Skanda approached an eight wheels armored transport vehicle. This armored transport vehicle was named ‘Agni’*. 

Inside one single Agni, ten soldiers in close ranks and twelve Skanda could be taken on board.     

Flying drones also took off from the heliport at the high stories.

The ‘Ganga’ *, helicopter type assault drones. A model with a couple of crossed rotors. After being synchronized not to collide with each other, the blades of the two rotors had been inclined diagonally. As weapons, a machine gun and air-to-ground missiles. As for the repression on the ground, they displayed an overwhelming striking power.                                                                        Then the ‘Parvati’ *, a reconnaissance jet aircraft type drone. The size was small, but it could even exceed the speed of sound at its maximum power. Through the complex sensors of the plane nose and the electronic pods* on both wings used for reconnaissance, it collected data on the battlefield and managed them.

The ‘Mahakala’ *, a jet bomber aircraft type drone. Equipped with intelligent cluster bombs*, it flew at high speed and scattered a large number of guided bombs.

To control such drones, the ‘Siva’ *, an operational command vehicle. A ten wheels gigantic car. The front part was divided into cockpit and troops transport, in the back part there was the combat information center*. It was equipped with a 40 mm unmanned gun turret and a machine gun. Compared to an ordinary armored vehicle, the communication functions were much more strengthened.                                                          

Nicholas had gotten into the combat information center of the operational command vehicle Siva. The inside of the car was completely covered with monitors and consoles. There were three operators besides Nicholas. Only with this number of people, they could control the one hundred drones nearby in a lump.

“Move out”

A voice command. Nicholas instructed the driving AI. The engine of the operational command car started — however, it stopped immediately.

“What!”

He said checking the camera monitors.

A person was standing in front of the command vehicle. 

The car had had stopped on its own, however what was standing in the way was not an enemy but an important person. It was Tsunemori Akane. The friend or foe system (IFF) was connected to all the drone weapons. Even if such a vehicle could run the enemy over and kill or shoot him dead, the safety system worked automatically on the allies. The number of people dying under the friendly fire on the battlefield was so big to be alarming. A system to prevent it was very important. Tsunemori, who had been sent from the Japanese Ministry of Welfare, had been registered in the IFF system as a VIP.

When Nicholas opened the door, she got into the combat information center.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Her outfit consisted in a Ministry of Welfare’s military uniform she had hardly worn out of duty, a bulletproof vest and an ammunition belt. She had the custom government well secured in the holster mounted directly on the vest* and ammunition spares prepared on her belt. She was asking for permission as a formality, but she had just taken an attitude that gave no choice.

Nicholas frowned with a disagreeing look and yet he apparently payed respect to a VIP.

“…I don’t mind, but when the fight begins please follow our instructions as much as possible. I would appreciate if you stayed away from risk”

“Of course, I understand”

By means of the huge elevator, every single piece of that high-grade mechanical platoon had been transferred exactly as it was until the lowest stories.  

Near the exit, they joined the four-legs tanks — the ‘Ganesha’.

Their main weapon was a 120 mm smoothbore gun*, the auxiliary weapon a machine gun against air and ground attacks. These armaments also made in Japan for sure. Usually they moved on four crawler belts, but when they entered uneven ground that formation changed, they could even walk on four legs. They were unmanned tanks that dealt with three-tridimensional warfare* amid urban fights.

One Siva.

Four Agni.

A sum of about twenty unmanned aircrafts.  

Then eight Ganesha.

The metallic troops arranged in ranks crossed the bridge over the gate and left for the attack. They passed through the city slums intimidating the population and proceeded with a roaring sound on the roads of the rural area. The weather had gotten quickly worse. Changes in the tropical air were sudden. Large drops of rain hit the armored cars. The roads were a quagmire of mud, the river had flooded, but the military vehicles and drones went on as it was nothing. The unexpected rain stopped suddenly as it formerly had come. Only wet men and thick rain clouds remained.

“What kind of operation is this?”

Tsunemori asked inside the shaking car.

“You know, there is a ghost town that was destroyed during the civil war. There’s a high chance that place has become a base for the anti-government guerrilla”

“The Japanese drones must have been provided to you for the task of the public order maintenance, isn’t it? Are you using them for a purpose other than the defense?”  

“The removal of a latent threat is also a part of the public order maintenance task. This kind of usage doesn’t go against the rules”  

Nicholas went on with the explanation in a detached tone.

“…after all, Shambala Float is nothing but the first step of the climbing. We must make the control exercised by the Sibyl System popular in the entire nation in any case. To do that, it’s necessary that we eliminate the armaments of the resistance forces as quickly as possible and that people accept to have their psycho-pass measured”

2

The old town looked out on a great river, fresh ruins were the scars left by the war. Reddish-brown shacks made of rusty corrugated iron and the desolated ruins were lying one upon another, looking like an immense garbage dump. There were scrapped cars lined up on the road, outdated barricades left in every important point.  

The guerrilla’s operation bases had been built in various places of such an old town. In the shade of the corrugated-iron, in the depths of an abandoned building, there was an area where ammunitions were piled up. A large number of guerrilla soldiers was ready and standing-by, in view of the fight against the government troops of Shambala Float.

Circling over the old town, the reconnaissance drones Parvati scanned the ground and buildings through their high-performance cameras with infrared function and powerful electromagnetic waves radars.  They could seize not only the guerrilla soldiers outside, but also the ones inside roughly to their position. Those data were immediately shared on the monitors of the operational command vehicle on the ground.

The anti-government guerrilla had also noticed the government troops. Some of them had AK rifle* models of the year 2030 at the ready, others were reassembling RPG – 29* divided into two pieces. They put tandem HEAT* anti-tank warhead in the launchers.

A preemptive strike  — four helicopter type drones Ganga, each one with two shots, launched a total of eight air-to-ground missiles. A succession of explosions strong enough to smash the high-rise buildings occurred. The air trembled and the ground shook. A blast of hot air raised a cloud of dust from the ground.

The Parvati was a reconnaissance aircraft, but it carried a minigun in the part under the airplane nose.

Minigun — an electrically driven Gatling gun* with six barrels. Its high rate of fire was 3000 shots per minute of 7,62 mm caliber bullets.  

The minigun breathed fire, the large diameter rifle bullets pierced the ruin walls easily and shot the guerrilla soldiers down.

The guerrilla was helpless in such an attack from the sky.

The human bodies were smashed without difficulty.

The tank drone Ganesha shot with its primary gun on the basis of the data from the sky reconnaissance.

The 120 mm multipurpose antitank grenades made the building crumble with a single blow.

“This is horrible…”

Tsunemori had involuntarily muttered.

“If the cymatic scan detects nothing wrong, the safety is working. The thing is that their crime coefficient reaches the standard level of a latent criminal” Nicholas said.

“There’s no way that a psycho-pass measured in such a condition could give a normal value!”

“Unfortunately, in this country there aren’t facilities to rehabilitate them through the mental care yet. In this renewed SEAUn only the citizen who are needed will be left. These scum… they are, so to speak, the leftovers of our civil war days”

“…”

Fight — the massacre continued.

The four Aguni dropped the loaded Skanda, the drones walking on two legs.

Forty-eight Skanda started to move in search of their preys and stormed into the building. The drones scanned the places they couldn’t cover with unmanned aircrafts and rained the heavy fire of the miniguns on the guerrilla soldiers who had been hiding, shooting to death the men with a clouded hue regardless of their intent to fight. It was irrelevant that they were throwing down arms and begging for their lives. The important thing was the psycho-pass only.

— at the same time.

Kougami Shinya was on the roof of a building 1 km far from the combat zone. Khaki military uniform and a tactical vest full of pouches with weapons. 

A prone shooting position. He was at the ready with a huge anti-material rifle standing on a bipode.

The rifle was a 20 mm caliber. Five armor-piercing ammunitions in the magazine box.

As this was a long-range shot, he really wanted an observer — a spotter, but unfortunately Sem was in command of the troops elsewhere. Thus, he had adjusted the fire control system by himself in place of the spotter.

“…”

The bullets fired from this rifle had the merit of having a muzzle initial velocity* close to three times the speed of sound. They didn’t take a second to reach a target beyond 1 km. It was possible to hit most of the drones except for jet planes.

Through the holographic sight device* that worked together with the portable terminal on his wrist, he corrected the aim while predicting the route of the assault helicopter drone. Battlefield and target were displayed before Kougami’s eyes through the hologram and the place he wanted to shoot at zoomed.

He squeezed the trigger —.

The sound of gunfire — no, should it be called roar of cannon?

Accompanied by the loud sound of the sonic boom*, the 20 mm heavy shell* hit directly the base of the assault helicopter drone making a big hole and throwing off sparks. Kougami ejected the shell with the bolt action* and charged the next bullets. He fired immediately a second and third shot. He centered the impact of the bullets on the origin of the motive power. The rotor instantly emitted fire and was blown off. The assault helicopter drone lost control and fell.

NOTES TO TRANSLATION:

*Skanda:  name of deities popular amongst Hindus and Buddhists.

*Agni: means fire, and connotes the Vedic fire god of Hinduism. Agni also refers to one of the guardian deities of direction, who is typically found in southeast corners of Hindu temples. In classical cosmology of Indian religions, Agni as fire has been one of the five inert impermanent constituents (Dhatus) along with space (Akasa), water (Ap), air (Vayu) and earth (Prithvi), the five combining to form the empirically perceived material existence (Prakriti). (from Wikipedia)

*Ganga: In Hinduism, the river Ganges is considered sacred and is personified as the goddess Gaṅgā. (from Wikipedia)

*Parvati: Hindu goddess of fertility, love and devotion; as well as of divine strength and power. (from Wikipedia)

*electronic pods: pods are external equipment carried on aircrafts to provide or enhance specific capabilities critical to planned missions.  They provide a portable, quickly-fielded means to adapt aircraft to emerging requirements and threats. They can be classified through their primary sensors and their scopes. Pods can have different sensors (optical, electronic, laser, infrared) and different purposes (reconnaissance, surveillance, countermeasures, communication and data links).

*Mahakala: Mahākāla is a deity common to Hinduism, Buddhism and Sikhism. According to Hinduism, Mahākāla is the consort of Hindu Goddess Kali. Mahākāla also appears as a protector deity known as a dharmapala in Vajrayana Buddhism, particularly most Tibetan traditions, in Tangmi (Chinese Esoteric Buddhism) and in Shingon (Japanese Esoteric Buddhism). He is known as Dàhēitiān (大黑天) in Chinese and Daikokuten (大黒天) in Japanese. In Sikhism, Mahākāla is referred to as Kal, who is the governor of Maya. (from Wikipedia)

*cluster bombs: A cluster munition is a form of air-dropped or ground-launched explosive weapon that releases or ejects smaller submunitions. Commonly, it’s a cluster bomb that ejects explosive bomblets that are designed to kill personnel and destroy vehicles. Other cluster munitions are designed to destroy runways or electric power transmission lines, disperse chemical or biological weapons, or to scatter land mines. Some submunition-based weapons can disperse non-munitions, such as leaflets. (from Wikipedia)

*Siva: Śiva is one of the principal deities of Hinduism. He is the Supreme Being within Shaivism, one of the major traditions within contemporary Hinduism.

Śiva is the “destroyer of evil and the transformer” within the Trimurti, the Hindu trinity that includes Brahma and Vishnu. In Shaivism tradition, Śiva is the Supreme being who creates, protects and transforms the universe.

*combat information center: the Operations Room (also known as the Combat Information Center (CIC), or, under the British system, the Action Information Centre) is the tactical center of a warship or AWAC aircraft providing processed information for command and control of the near battlespace or ‘area of operations’. Within other military commands, rooms serving similar functions are called by the similar “Command Information Center” or simply “Command center”; the number of different terms for spaces that serve much the same function may explain why the plain and generally non-descriptive “Operations Center” is a prevalent term.

Regardless of the vessel or command locus, each CIC organizes and processes information into a form more convenient and usable by the commander in authority. Each CIC funnels communications and data received over multiple channels, which is then organized, evaluated, weighted and arranged to provide ordered timely information flow to the battle command staff under the control of the CIC officer and his deputies. (from Wikipedia)

* holster mounted directly on the vest:

The holster is mounted like a pouch on the tactical vest. See picture below for reference.

*smoothbore gun: a smoothbore weapon is one that has a barrel without rifling. Smoothbores range from handheld firearms to powerful tank guns and large artillery mortars. The majority of shotguns are smoothbores and the term can be synonymous. (from Wikipedia)

*three-dimensional warfare: Three-Dimensional (3D) Tactics Analysis, is a tactical analysis methodology under the concept of Terrorist Tactics, Techniques, and Procedures. The approach is applicable to urban combat, and takes into account mass gatherings of people located in highly complex urban structures, incorporating features such as multi-level buildings, open spaces between buildings, crowd congregation points, and transport hubs.

As an introduction, 3D tactics is defined as tactics in the third dimension which is the space above and below ground level in land and urban operations. (from Wikipedia)

*AK rifle: kalashnikov type rifle.

*RPG–29: The RPG-29 “Vampir” is a shoulder-launched, unguided, tube-style, breech-loading anti-tank rocket-propelled grenade (RPG) launcher with a range of 500 meters. The light weapon is designed to be carried and used by a single soldier. On the top of the launch tube is a 2.7×1P38 optical sight.

Adopted by the Soviet Army in 1989, it was the last RPG to be adopted by the Soviet military before the fall of the Soviet Union in 1991. The RPG-29 has since been supplemented by other rocket-propelled systems, such as the RPG-30 and RPG-32. The RPG-29’s PG-29V tandem-charge warhead is one of the few anti-tank weapons that can penetrate the frontal hulls of Western composite-armored main battle tanks. (from Wikipedia)

*HEAT antitank warhead: A high-explosive anti-tank (HEAT) warhead is a type of shaped charge explosive that uses the Monroe effect to penetrate armor. The warhead functions by having the explosive charge collapse a metal liner to form a high-velocity superplastic jet. This concentrated metal jet is capable of penetrating armor steel to a depth of seven or more times the diameter of the charge (charge diameters, CD) but is usually used to immobilize or destroy tanks. Due to the way they work, they do not have to be fired as fast as an armor piercing shell, allowing less recoil. Contrary to a widespread misconception (possibly resulting from the acronym HEAT), the jet does not melt its way through armor, as its effect is purely kinetic in nature. The HEAT warhead has become less effective against tanks and other armored vehicles due to the use of composite armor and explosive-reactive armor. (from Wikipedia)

*minigun: The M134 Minigun is a 7.62×51mm NATO, six-barrel rotary machine gun with a high rate of fire (2,000 to 6,000 rounds per minute) which can also fire at a high sustained rate. It features Gatling-style rotating barrels with an external power source, normally an electric motor. The “Mini” in the name is in comparison to larger caliber designs that use a rotary barrel design, such as General Electric’s earlier 20-millimeter M61 Vulcan, and “gun” for the use of rifle caliber bullets as opposed to autocannon shells.

“Minigun” refers to a specific model of weapon that General Electric originally produced, but the term “minigun” has popularly come to refer to any externally powered rotary-style gun of rifle caliber. The term is sometimes used loosely to refer to guns of similar rates of fire and configuration regardless of power source and caliber. (from Wikipedia)

*electrically driven Gatling gun: The ancestor to the modern minigun was a hand cranked mechanical device invented in the 1860s by Richard Jordan Gatling. Gatling later replaced the hand-cranked mechanism of a rifle-caliber Gatling gun with an electric motor, a relatively new invention at the time. Even after Gatling slowed down the mechanism, the new electric-powered Gatling gun had a theoretical rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute, roughly three times the rate of a typical modern, single-barreled machine gun. Gatling’s electric-powered design received U.S. Patent #502,185 on July 25, 1893. Despite Gatling’s improvements, the Gatling gun fell into disuse after cheaper, lighter-weight, recoil and gas operated machine guns were invented; Gatling himself went bankrupt for a period. (from Wikipedia)

*muzzle initial velocity: Muzzle velocity is the speed of a projectile at the moment it leaves the muzzle of a gun. The velocity of a projectile is highest at the muzzle and drops off steadily because of air resistance. Projectiles traveling less than the speed of sound (about 340 m/s or 1115 feet/s in dry air at sea level) are subsonic, while those traveling faster are supersonic and thus can travel a substantial distance and even hit a target before a nearby observer hears the “bang” of the shot. (from Wikipedia)

*sight device: A sight is an aiming device used to assist in visually aligning ranged weapons, surveying instruments or optical illumination equipments with the intended target. Sights can be a simple set or system of markers that have to be aligned together with the target (such as iron sights on firearms), or optical devices that allow the user to see a sometimes optically enhanced (e.g. magnified) image of the target aligned in the same focus with an aiming point (e.g. telescopic sights, reflector sights and holographic sights). There are also sights that project an aiming point (or a “hot spot”) onto the target itself, such as laser sights and infrared illuminators on some night vision devices. (from Wikipedia)

*sonic boom: A sonic boom is the sound associated with the shock waves created by an object traveling through the air faster than the speed of sound. Sonic booms generate significant amounts of sound energy, sounding much like an explosion to the human ear. The crack of a supersonic bullet passing overhead or the crack of a bullwhip are examples of a sonic boom in miniature.

Contrary to popular belief, a sonic boom does not occur only at the moment an object crosses the speed of sound; and neither is it heard in all directions emanating from the speeding object. Rather the boom is a continuous effect that occurs while the object is travelling at supersonic speeds. But it only affects observers that are positioned at a some point that intersects an imaginary geometrical cone behind the object. As the object moves, this imaginary cone also moves behind it and when the cone passes over the observer, they will briefly experience the boom. (from Wikipedia)

CREDIT FOR THIS NICE IMAGE OF THE SONIC BOOM: By Lookang many thanks to Fu-Kwun Hwang and author of Easy Java Simulation = Francisco Esquembre - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16444999

I liked this gif very much. I could easily imagine the sonic wave accompanying Kougami’s bullet towards the helicopter drone.

*20 mm heavy shell: The 20 mm caliber is a specific size of cannon or autocannon ammunition. Since 20mm is the cutoff point where most nations switch from bullets to shells, it has come to also generally be the cutoff point between weapons classified as a machine gun or a cannon. (from Wikipedia)

*bolt action: Bolt action is a type of repeater firearm action where the handling of cartridges into and out of the weapon’s barrel chamber are operated by manually manipulating the bolt handle, which is most commonly placed on the right-hand side of the weapon (as most users are right-handed). As the handle is operated, the bolt is unlocked and pulled back opening the breech, the spent cartridge case is extracted and ejected, the firing pin within the bolt is cocked (either on opening or closing of the bolt depending on the gun design) and engages the sear, then upon the bolt being pushed back a new cartridge (if available) is loaded into the chamber, and finally the breech is closed tight by the bolt locking against the receiver. (from Wikipedia)

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 34)

The trio spent the next two hours making notes from their reading, then setting them up in the obstacle course, trying to see how little or how much information they needed to squeeze in, how to arrange it and modify it so Akko could remember it more easily, and even having Diana run it alongside her to catch any flaws Akko might not have realized were there.

“As we say in the Bunker, ‘Design for Everyone, Test with Everyone, Benefits for Everyone.’” Ruby said.

Eventually, though, the combination of extensive reading and note taking, running around, and the growing heat of the sun took their toll on them, and they had to stop.

“Ahaaah...” Akko moaned as she laid flat on the cart,.“No more, please, no more! I can’t even tell where I was supposed to start, let alone which places lead to where…!”

Diana sighed as she sat on the side opposite her, sweating and holding a bottle of water in her hand. “Agreed… we should break for lunch… maybe take an afternoon nap before any of us do any more running around and testing...”

“We could just stay at Weiss’ place for the rest of today,” Ruby offered as she looked up from her scroll and quill. “I need to go see what’s in Mr. Schnee’s workshop, and the rest of the boxes that I can use to make miniature prototypes. More importantly, you don’t look so good, Diana.”

“That’s because I’m not...” Diana replied as she stretched out and rubbed her legs. “I never thought I’d ever say this, but damn Atlas CA and their abundance of tempting conveniences.”

“You guys want me to haul you both back to Weiss’ house?” Ruby asked.

“Yes!” Akko cried, while Diana said “No!”

Akko turned her head over to Diana. “Just say yes, Diana… you won’t regret it.”

“Yes I will!” Diana snapped. “Obviously, I have been putting too much priority for my studies than regular exercise! I’d rather none of us have to compensate for my lack of physical ability, rely on excellent grades on some of our parts so even with the terrible ones, we still have a passing team GPA!”

“You do need rest to make any actual muscle gains, though,” Ruby replied. “Overexert yourself, you’ll put your body into a catabolic state and start losing mass. It’s what my sister Yang really struggled with when she was first trying to weight train: she always wanted to lift more, just to prove that she could.”

“I’m sure, Ruby,” Diana muttered as she got up, took a few tentative steps forward. “You’ve done the lion’s share of work today, setting these notes up and reconfiguring the machinery, I’d feel ashamed to be burdening you any more than I already have.”

Boom.

All three of them flinched, Akko sat up as the woods in the distance suddenly lit up with flames, before they could hear the faint, dying howls of burning Grimm.

Diana blinked. “On second thought--” she jumped on the cart, and held onto the bottom “--RUN!”

Klaxons in the trees started blaring as Ruby bolted back for the house, all three of their scrolls flashing red.

At the same time, alarms inside the Schnee home started wailing. Weiss, Freya, Snowie, and Whitley all dropped their preparations for lunch, stacked up plates and utensils noisily clattering on the table, shutting off the stoves and putting their utensils and knives down, half-way cooked food and chopped up ingredients getting shoved into the fridge or covered for later.

“Whitley!” Freya barked as she jumped off her seat. “Get the ammo out of my laboratory—shotgun shells, sniper rounds, especially the canisters for my SMG!”

“On it!” Whitley cried, untying his apron and throwing it to the side.

“Weiss!” Freya cried as she headed for the living room. “Are you good for monitoring events?”

“Way ahead of you!” Weiss said as she pulled out her scroll. “Fuck! The others are still at the training grounds!”

“I’ll get ready for a rescue!” Snowie cried as she headed out of the kitchen, opened the door to her room.  She and Freya flinched and jumped as the mess from earlier that morning came pouring out in an avalanche, Snowie awkwardly waded through the mess, while Freya shook her head, then headed for her laboratory.

Whitley was already inside, grabbing ammo from a cache in the wall, throwing them into a rolling cart filled with baskets. Freya stuffed her pockets with explosive sniper rounds, grabbed her sniper rifle and her armour, and headed to a firing position on the roof.

She loaded her gun, put it on the stand, and checked her scroll; three blue dots clustered together were rapidly moving towards the house, but several more red clusters were rapidly chasing after them, even more red dots pouring in from all around and getting past the other firebomb traps.

Freya cursed under her breath as she pulled out a pair of binoculars nearby, and started scanning the area.

Beep-beep!

Freya’s scroll flashed red, the call automatically came through. “Frosty!” Nick yelled. “Heads up, we’ve got a giant horde of Grimm straight for you!”

“We already know, Nick, I’m sitting on the roof with a sniper rifle and the others are mobilizing, or hauling ass back here as we speak!” Freya replied. “Tell me something I don’t know!”

“We’ve got someone or something luring Grimm all over North Anima and the middle-of-bum-fuck nowhere in Solitas since yesterday; Councils didn’t much care for it until they started dropping the bait nearer and nearer populated settlements.”

Freya paused. “Manbavaran...?”

“No, no chemical residue, it’s something like an emitter—almost like someone’s figured out how to use tech to replicate negative emotions that draw Grimm in like a bus full of relapsed alcoholics to happy hour.”

“’Almost like...?’” Freya asked disdainfully.

“Look, whoever made them was smart enough to make them self-destruct, if the Grimm didn’t already tear it to pieces like they do land-bound antennas—even if we find anything left, it’s too broken to know what the hell it was, let alone reverse-engineer it. The important thing is, it looks like someone just dropped a fresh one by Hoshiko!”

Freya spotted Akko, Diana, and Ruby in the distance, shifting shadows and red glowing eyes peering through the trees behind them. She scowled as she noticed the Shiny Rod, Akko holding it in a death grip. “Not one of those transmitters, Nick—the Shiny Rod!”

“Huh. Well, I guess that explains why we’ve been keeping Grimm from running down the mountains all day!”

“Please tell me you’re already heading back here with a hunting party!” Freya snapped as she grabbed her rifle, started firing into the Grimm beginning to break out of the trees.

“Wouldn’t have been telling you anything until we were already in the air!” Nick replied. “Oh, and Frosty?”

Freya fired off a round. “What?”

“I thought we were supposed to refer to it as ‘The Artefact, until a proper name can be given to it’?”

“OH, FUCK YOU, NICK, NOW’S NOT THE TIME!” Freya screamed as she started shooting more and more rounds, rapid-fire.

Down below, Ruby ducked and steered the cart around as explosive shots detonated behind them, various turrets at their sides started activating. Some of them spewed fire, others exploded out into frost, others still started firing bullets at the approaching hordes of Grimm.

Diana and Akko screamed as a beowulf pounced at them, its claws out and its maw wide open. Ruby cried out as it latched onto the edge of the cart, it dug its hind paws into the dirt to try and stop them.

“USE THE SHINY ROD!” Diana screamed.

Akko scrambled up and started whacking the beowulf on the head and the paws with it, until it was forced to let go.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND, BUT OKAY!”

More beowolves started following the original’s lead, dodging the defenses, or waiting for the beowulf ahead of them to get hit before they pounced, too. Akko stood up and braced herself, started swinging the Shiny Rod like a baseball bat, knocking beowolves out of the air, or holding them back just enough to keep them from latching on.

“Too heavy!” Ruby cried in-between heated pants. “Lose some weight!”

Diana scrambled to her knees, tried to read the labels on the boxes. She squinted as she tried to discern which were their books, which were Akko’s obsolete notes, which contained their new notes, before she just grabbed them at random, and threw them off.

“Please, forgive me!” Diana yelled as the Grimm started getting hit with PLUCKO block sets, leather-bound books, notebooks, binders, wooden toys, and assorted souvenirs from all over Remnant.

“Who are you apologizing to?!” Akko cried as she continued swatting beowolves away.

“The books, their authors, and the librarians that thought they could safely entrust them to our care!” Diana wept as she continued tossing boxes.

The Grimm started learning how to dodge the boxes and their contents, but the speed boost was enough for them all to get some much needed distance. A second round of shots started flying in from the house, Diana looked up and saw Whitley standing at the porch, firing at the Grimm with a revolver in his hands.

“Get up here!” he yelled as his shots exploded into pools of sludge, slowing down the Grimm caught in it, exploding into flames if a lick of fire went over it.

The elevator started lowering to the ground, Ruby surged forward with her second wind, the three of them abandoning the cart as they jumped up and grabbed the edge, climbed or pulled the others up before they nearly broke the lever as they pulled it back the other way.

A massive beringel roared as burst through the flames, its whole body ablaze as it charged for the rising elevator. It launched itself towards them with its massive arms, Akko stepped up at the edge with the Shiny Rod in hand, Ruby and Diana took unarmed combat stances behind her.

“Let’s fucking do this!”

Diana and Ruby watched in awe as Snowie jumped from porch, Akko cheered as she intercepted the flaming beringel, sending it crashing into a new crater on the ground.

“Hey there, asshat!” Snowie said as she sat up, smiling and unaffected by the fire. “Let me introduce you to my weapons!” she said as she pulled back her left arm, the gauntlet on it glowing and crackling slate blue.

The beringel roared and tried to grab at her.

“Miseria!”

Crack!

Snowie punched it in the face, the beringel reeled. She pulled back her right arm, crackling and glowing, too.

“Paentitentia!”

Crack!

Snowie punched it in its unarmoured the gut with her left gauntlet, the beringel wheezed and convulsed in pain.

“And finally...” Snowie said as she dismounted, and took the executioner’s sword on her back, the blade glowing and crackling with the same energy. “… Praespero!”

The beringel roared as it raised its arms up to defend itself. Snowie brought the blade crashing down on it two times, the beringel visibly struggling to resist each blow, before the third cut straight through its arms, its chest, and its head, cleanly cut pieces of it rolling away as the beringel turned to smoke.

Beowolves started pouncing and lunging at her from every direction, Snowie just sheathed her sword and started brawling with them, blocking their claws and bites with her gauntlets, retaliating with devastating punches, if she wasn’t picking them up and throwing them into the others, or slamming them into the ground, slate-blue shockwaves erupting from each unfortunate Grimm

Ruby and Diana watched as a freezing, ominous slate blue mist started to pour out all around Snowie, the Grimm suddenly found themselves weakened and slowed, like their bodies were rapidly freezing over.

“She’s got this, guys!” Akko cried, before she howled and cheered once more.

“I can confirm that!” Whitley yelled over the sound of Grimm being beaten to death. “Now come on, let’s get all of you armed!” he said, holstering his revolver into his belt as beckoned for them to follow.

Inside, the windows and most of the entrances had already been sealed and barricaded, Freya standing by with baskets full of ammo and munitions and their weapons. “Arm yourselves, break ONLY when I’ve finished my orders!” she cried as they armed themselves.

“Rose: load with explosive rounds, fire support on Snowie! She’s durable, but she’s not invincible, so focus on thinning out the reinforcements! I don’t want those beowolves dog-piling on her anymore than they already are!”

“Roger willco!” Ruby said.

“Akko: shotgun shells and guarding Weiss, do NOT use Showstoppers or grenades! You might blow the entire house down if you use it in here!”

“On it, Aunt Freya!” Akko said, saluting.

“Cavendish: watch the windows and the entrances, do NOT let anything in here, as much as possible!”

“Understood!” Diana replied, holding her spear at the ready.

“Whitley!”

“Already on it, Grandma!” Whitley said pulling out a retractable sword and stabbing its blade into the floor, a glyph forming beneath his feet. Diana and Ruby shielded their eyes as a cyan-white beowulf appeared, raised its head up and howled.

Cyan waves of aura exploded from the summon and into the others, strength flooding back into their bodies, the fatigue and exhaustion of earlier disappearing.

“Holy crap!” Ruby yelled as she bounced on her feet. “That was AWESOME!”

Whitley gasped and fell on his butt, his summon disappearing shortly after. “Make good use of it!” he said in-between pants. “That’s ALL you’re going to get from me...!”

Akko carried Whitley off to join Weiss in monitoring and activating defenses, Freya and Ruby ran out with their sniper rifles and started shooting.

Down below, the ground was almost entirely covered in the slate-blue mist, the stronger of the Grimm visibly struggling to move and fight, the weaker of them collapsing to the ground, whimpering and gritting their fangs as they awaited their doom.

“Yeah!” Snowie cried as she picked up a prone beowulf, swung it about in the air before she threw it at the others. “How do you like my semblance, asshats?!” she said as she threw her arms out, beckoned the Grimm to come forward.

The creatures shied away from the mist still pouring out of Snowie, if they weren’t hiding behind cover from Ruby and Freya, the two making a show of loading their sniper rifles with new ammo.

“Ha! Thought so!” Snowie said as she gleefully raised both of her middle fingers to them as she walked backwards. “Fuck off if you know what’s good for you, and don’t come back unless you want to get killed by the Schnees and company!”

Ruby and Freya fired off some warning shots, the Grimm flinched and hesitated for a moment, before they started retreating.

“Woo!” Snowie cheered as she spun around on her heel. “Someone lower the elevator! I need to get back to cooking a victory lunch for all of us!”

Ruby and Freya lowered their guns, Akko headed out to the porch to lower the elevator. Snowie smiled as she looked up and watched it slowly come down, before she felt a rumbling beneath her feet, and her eyes opened wide in horror.

“Wait—SHIT!” Snowie screamed as she started moving again. “AKKO! STO--!”

Freya and Ruby flinched as claws with spade-shaped nails burst out of the ground, reaching out to grab at Snowie’s ankles. The first few missed or failed to hold on to her for her semblance, but as Snowie kicked them away or wrenched her legs free, more and more claws burst out of the ground, gravediggers unborrowed completely and started jumping on her.

Freya pointed her gun at her, and started firing. “ROSE!” she yelled.

Ruby hesitated. “But--!”

“JUST DO IT!” Freya screamed.

Ruby gritted her teeth, before she took aim, blasting the gravediggers off of Snowie. She shrugged off the shrapnel and the explosions, struggled to walk to the descending elevator with all the gravers clinging onto her. Akko readied her weapon as she jumped down onto it, started blasting more of the gravers off of Snowie.

Snowie wrenched the gravediggers off of her body, before reached out for Akko. Akko held out Shooting Star’s stock, she groaned as she struggled pull Snowie up, the gravers still clinging to her, yet more joining the chain and pulling them both down.

Freya and Ruby switched to different munitions, jumped down the elevator, sent it climbing back up before they started shooting at the gravers, more now climbing up the sides.

Crack!

A shot went straight through the gravediggers and a good section of the floor, Freya cursed as the wood started to groan from all the excess weight.

“Diana!” Ruby cried as the two of them began to use their rifles like clubs.

Diana rushed out and joined them, started stabbing and smacking the gravediggers hanging off the sides. The elevator started to rise faster and faster, but Akko was now on her stomach, pulled into the floor from how much the gravediggers were weighing her and Snowie down.

Ruby and Snowie both switched to explosive rounds once more, broke the chain of gravers. Akko pulled Snowie up, Diana stabbed the gravediggers still clinging onto her. The elevator hit the top, Snowie smashed her foot into the eyeless face of the very last one.

The five of them watched in satisfaction as it evaporated before it hit the ground.

“Well...” Diana huffed. “Glad that’s over.”

Boom.

The five of them flinched as gravediggers, dirt, and three hunters shot up into the sky from a fiery blast. Glyphs appeared in the air as someone caught the other two hunters, and launched for the porch. Her foot caught on the railing, sending herself and the people in her arms sprawling out on the floor.

“Winter!” Snowie cried.

“Uncle Qrow!” Ruby cried.

“Some woman we don’t know!” Akko cried.

“Eun-jin!” the stranger said as she stood up, flipped her dirt-covered goggles up with her organic hand, while her prosthetic arm readjusted the equipment strapped to her body. “Grade A spelunker extraordinaire!”

“I’m assuming you were the ‘outside expert’ my daughter and Branwen claimed they needed to hire?” Freya asked.

“That I am, Dr. Schnee!” Eun-jin said, smiling. “Long-story short, your gravedigger colony in the Celestial Hills up and left the place after AWRD blew up the petra gigas—seems the explosion collapsed the rest of their tunnel system, and they decided it was best just to migrate than dig them out again.

“Disturbingly, however, the migration seemed to intentionally split all over, heading to all corners of Mistral as far as my rats could tell me before we lost connection, but the good news is, we managed to track where their grave lord went to!”

An unholy roar filled the air as something MASSIVE burst out of the ground, an eyeless face-plate streaked red and scorched black appeared right before their eyes. The grave lord swiped its claws at them, Akko screamed as it grabbed her and ran away.

“… It’s starting a new colony near Hosihko...” Eun-jin finished, before they all rushed inside, grabbing ammo, dust, and Shooting Star from the floor before they ran after her.

[zedkyo]

Day One Sorta...

Two weeks ago the world was a much happier, though at the same time not as happy place. At least back then they were just trying to screw each other out of a nearly useless currency instead of trying to eat or kill each other outright, or most of the world was. Now we’re standing at gunpoint from some boys that look like they should have either eaten or been eaten this last week, practically skin and bones and barely able to hold up the guns they are threatening us with.

“Which one of you is the leader?” The man nearest the middle of the group steps forward, directing his used-to-be-illegal sawn-off side by side 12gauge at each of the seven of us individually, though in no condition to even start to guess which of us is the leader, or the most dangerous for that matter. His cloths can only be described as grey scraps of cloth, littered with brown splotches from the dirt. It’s only been two weeks, how are people this bad off already? “I asked a question!” He’s obviously getting impatient now so I step forward.

“They call me Zed. I guarantee though, if you pull that trigger the other six will wipe you and your band out faster than they can pull their own.”

“Yea? Wanna bet?” He opens the barrel in a show that it is in fact loaded, though I think he might have forgotten if it actually is. Before he can even close the action on it, two guns are drawn from the closest to me and pointed at the raggedy group.

I point to my left, at a woman that looks no less than thirty, a large caliber, and even larger barreled rifle aimed dead center at the man’s head. “This one’s V, and the one on my right we call Hulk. You can probably guess why.” V, is no small girl for sure, and she holds the twenty plus pound rifle steady for standing up and it being nearly as tall as her five and a half foot tall self. Wiry looking, but faster at drawing then the other.. The second one, maybe three inches below my near six and a half feet tall is built almost like the Hulk himself from the comics and old TV show. In one hand he sports a similarly equipped sawn-off, though this one is easily a 10gauge, wielded like a child might a dandelion. In his other, or rather hanging off his shoulder and the trigger held by the other hand is a triple-barreled chain gun, the button on the side of the reversed pistol grip pressed down to charge the RPMs of the barrels, all three hair-triggers pressed to their maximum reach before they actually let off a round. The minigun seems to have the most effect though, and the man slowly closes the chambers of his and orders his men to lower their guns as well, to which the high pitched grinding sound dies down and all weapons are lowered. Loaded or not, every gun has an intimidation factor, and the way we look compared to the way they look is more convincing that ours are actually loaded. “Now, how about some food? You boys look as hungry as we feel tired.” I motion towards the abandoned hotel in the middle of the flatlands where we are at, the men eye our bags with delight at the prospect of food and hurry in, only the man at front waiting until the big guns pass him to start heading inside with me at his heels, seemingly more restrained than the others. Smart. Dangerous.

Two Weeks, and Two Days Ago: Chaos Begins, T-Minus 52 hours.

V was nowhere to be seen, which was good. If she was seen, we wouldn’t have had the surprise on our side. Hulk and I stopped at the front in our black SUV, looking at the old apartment building that should have been demolished a decade ago.

“Well boss, looks like another job we have to watch our step in.” His voice is deep, but soft. Not showing any of the mental horrors or pain he had stored away for nights light this.

“Aren’t they always? It’s not like simple gang bangers can afford a fancy mansion, now can they?” I replied casually, having done this a thousand times already. He shrugged, knowing I’m at least partly right. If they didn’t spend their money on their own dope, they probably could with the money they make.

V sounded in our ears, her voice was silky and young compared to her age, even two weeks later in the middle of hell, for less appropriate terms. “At least twenty moving around, I don’t see any on the far side.” I confirmed two at the door, watching our car with nervousness mixed with genuine fear. I could only assume word had gotten around about the last six years things had gone awry for people like them and their bosses in the state. Someone eventually made up a name for people like us and word always spreads.

“We have the two at the door, Hulk is going to breach, then you take down as many as you can that you have CLEAN shots for. None of that half-assed, guessing shit like you did last month and left a couple of injured that nearly dropped us.”

“How was I supposed to know there was some angled sheets of scrap metal they had pack-ratted away? Besides, a clean shot would imply not through walls, and you know nobody goes NEAR a window when the shooting starts.”

She knew what I meant, it was just her way of saying she would keep to what she knew was safe to shoot through. At this point, I might as well pause.

Eight years ago. I started out alone, story of boy meets girl, bad guy kills girl and leaves guy alive. Guy takes his shitty, civilian equipment and gets revenge. The twist there is, the story doesn’t end with that. Someone else sees him do it, decides to offer him a job doing it. Starting with only pocket knives, working nights during school time, on weekends, earning money he can’t admit to where he got, and can only show off small bills at a time. Shown where to get black market weapons, to do better. Better knives, a gun or two just in case, REAL equipment. One night on a job, runs into a gang training a girl that was in the slave trade for the last twelve years. He nurses her to health in secret of his family, turns her loose. Eventually we run into each other again, she wants me to train her in what I do, as payback for all the people that bought and sold her since she was kidnapped at 6. A year later, we find a huge man that was probably a bodybuilder before he was beaten half to death chained to a wall in the basement. Free and nurse him after clearing out the warehouse, he joins the team for similar but different reasons. Three people with shitty pasts joining together to try to stop any more people from getting hurt by the same garbage.

Back to the job that night. The hulk of a man opened his door and steps out, followed quickly by me. We walked towards the door slowly, non-threatening, but guns are still drawn on us as expected. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Doing maintenance work. Your door looks pretty busted, like it’s coming off its hinges.” The smartass WOULD say something like that too, and it surprisingly throws these two off and their guns lower as they both stupidly look back at the door. He immediately steps between them in the middle of their, “But it’s fi-”, his burly right hand reaches under and back, pulling a 40lb hammer down from a sheathe across his back, one upward motion hitting the door dead center and blowing it in several feet before the crumpled piece of metal even hits the floor.

The gunmen instantly turn their guns on him, and I draw two solid metal knives from my sides, two blacked throwing knives really, each carved and sharpened from a single dense sheet of steel without any hinges or plastic. Fists up, blades down, Hulk is in the door and I quickly join him, having “punched” past the two guards with the blades slicing their throats clean enough that they probably didn’t feel it until the tips cut between the vertebrae and almost instantly killed them before they dropped.

“More subtle next time, big guy?” I tossed the twin blades, one towards the guard of the next door, sticking it deep into his chest and through his heart before he can even raise the muzzle of his shotgun, the one in my left hand spiraling off to the right immediately after to stick into a second man’s forehead as he rose from the couch near a TV.

V hops on comms again, this time with a warning. “Civilian in the next room, Zed hit that one. Kaden, you get the door on the left. Hit it hard, it’s sturdy but won’t hold because it looks like the frame is rotting a bit, but there’s a guy behind it you won’t have to deal with otherwise.”

“Thanks Vera.” Take note that Hulk is only his nickname as we headed our separate directions while V nags me about hating when I call her that. I pulled my handgun, which is more like a hand cannon, from the holder on my left thigh, aiming it at the left before I even kick down the door. Taking the hint from V, and another throwing knife in my right hand, I pull the trigger on the first guy in the room and using the recoil as momentum from the heavy caliber pistol I launch the knife into the man’s neck, just above this girl’s shoulder. Released from his grasp she drops to the floor. A third, behind the second is practically tore in half from a bullet the size of my throwing daggers that also tears a hole in the two walls to my right and rips a chunk out of the floor before the phosphorous tipped shell disintegrates into the ground. Looks like she didn’t hit any sheet metal this time. The rest of the building was easy, a tip here, an extra hole in the wall there, and the last 15 or so armed people are cleaned up. I walked back through, digging my knives out of people’s bodies in various places, cleaning it on their clothes before restoring them to their proper places on my now slightly hole filled body armor. Those welts are going to hurt tomorrow for sure. It’s a weekend though, nobody to ask why I’m limping from this chunk taken out of my not-so-protected hip at school. As we walk out the front door, all reusable equipment in hand, we see V almost to the vehicle already.

“You have a count?” She asked. I simply shrugged in response, as we all knew the job was the clear the building out, not to care about how many were in it. We certainly weren’t the kind to compete like Legolas and Gimli might either. Everything is stripped off and tossed in the back, knowing in the imperfect world all the gunfire that took place over ten minutes would mean the cops would take less than thirty from the first shot, meaning we had ten minutes to move away from the area before we even heard a siren out here. That doesn’t mean we could properly store them before getting thirty or so miles away though, so we hopped in, Kaden passed out almost immediately in the back seats while I crawled into the passenger side and V slid behind the wheel and started us away.

Maybe an hour and a half later all the gear is secure where it should be, in the safe under the seats, and ten minutes more we’ve gotten back to their motel and I’ve been escorted home by, as some might call, the “.50 caliber chick.”

This next part is not an action movie, and you should be over 18 for it. Anyone underage, please scroll past this, don’t worry I’ll tell you when you can stop.

Veronica ran her hand along my thigh, a thing I might do if I’m stressed, whether to myself or someone I’m close to. She however, has different intentions with the motion.

“Vera, you know how I feel about this.”

She hummed out an uh-huh, her fingers danced upwards slowly, teasingly. I’m driving and I prefer not to take a hand off the wheel. Besides, I drive a manual, so even if both hands are not on the wheel, the second still needs to be somewhere on the car instead of fighting her off. By the time we got to my house and I had parked, she had slid her hand into my pants and was rubbing the growing bulge in my boxers. I practically jumped out of the car, walking inside as she took her time getting out, knowing with my more feral senses she was doing every seductive movement she could while getting out. I opened the door and practically snuck inside to keep from waking the other occupants of the house up, where she walked around to the front of the house where my window was on the second floor, climbing up the gutter with her own silent ease and letting herself in through the never locked pane of glass right as I stepped in the door, not turning the light on as per my usual way of entering my room. I had it memorized, and light just wakes people up anyway.

Before I could respond to her presence, she states in a quiet, innocent, but loving tone. “You’re tired, and injured. Let me help you get those off.” Her hands slid under my shirt, and I woefully lifted my arms up to let her pull it off my torso. Her fingers tug at the button on my pants, then undo the zipper. “These have to come off too, since this is around where your biggest injury is.” Her fingers pushed beneath my boxers at my hips, the wound not even making me flinch as she accidentally brushes against it, being too tired and having too high of a pain tolerance to even feel it. Her thumbs stay on the outside however, allowing her to push both layers down to my ankles as I kicked off my shoes.

I sighed, twisting my body to fall on my back on the bed, where she flicked at my erection playfully. “Well, even if you resist mentally, your body still seems to enjoy my touch. I’ll get to that after I patch that up though.” Two which she pulls a roll of gauze and rubbing alcohol from under my bedside table. One of the things I always keep around me, just in case something happens, accident or not.

V taped the gauze in a large bundle to my side, to make sure I didn’t roll over in my sleep and bleed out through a thin sheet or something. After that, I heard her clothes hit the floor and realize she hasn’t thrown my blanket over me. Instead of a blanket, and before I can realize I was still exposed, she crawled on top of me, my slowly dwindling hardon instantly springing back to life as her warm body pressed against mine in the dark, the heat between her legs rivaling the core of my own body, if rumors of me being a space heater are true.

“Now the fun part, unless you really don’t want to.” She stretched out that “really” as far as she could, so I sighed and wrapped my arms around her back, a hand on her lower back to squish her nethers against mine, and the other at the peak of her shoulder, pressing her chest to mine as I kissed her neck hard enough to leave a definite hickey. She ground helplessly against my body in her sudden lust, and moaned directly into my ear at my unexpected move.

I smirked at her as she cried out. “One, you should probably muffle yourself however you can, and two, you teased me for the last twenty or so minutes and THEN tell me I can say no?”

Her only response was to grind even rougher at me with her hips, my hand keeping her folds away from the tip of my member by pressing them instead against the base of my shaft, her body unable to pull back and reposition. “C-come on. Please??” Great, she’s begging now. Might as well give her what she wants, since she has pushed me this far right?

I relaxed my grip on her lower back, my hand brushed past her ass and gripped her thigh. I’m rewarded this time, a small gasp as I pull her knee towards her side, suggesting she pull the blankets over us just in case someone decides to check if I actually am home, and she does just that right before I lift her cooch into the air and spread it wide and deep by pressing her down on my rod. She did her best to stifle her shocked moan by digging her teeth into my shoulder almost deep enough to draw blood.

“My turn now?” She looks at me pleadingly in the dark and I nod, being able to see quite well in the blackness. My hands both moved to where her legs and hips meet as she sat up on my lap, balls deep in her hot, wet, and rather soft-walled mound. She started slow at first, rocking her hips back and forth, getting used to me inside of her before beginning to bounce on my lap. She bit her hand to keep quiet this time, her walls clenching tighter as she gained speed and momentum. I could feel myself reaching my own peak as well, spurred on by the knowledge she was getting off on me.

Right before we both climaxed, my hands reached up, one cupping the back of her neck to pull her down into a rough but intimate kiss, the other wrapping around her breast. The feeling of her lips against mine, as well as my hand squeezing her tit gave us both a little jump of pleasure, hers more obvious however as her pussy became like a vice, every pulse of our hearts was felt by us both the fitting was so snug by this point. She thankfully didn’t break the kiss, but by her mewls I could tell she was cumming, and so was I. Every time one of her tiny moans was around the same time as the throbbing spurt of my balls emptying into her depths, she squeaked a little, our bodies held tight to each other even in the afterglow. I refused to pull out, even after, and I knew she would hate if I did, so we lay there with her on top, both of us more exhausted than we were from the job.

Ok little ones, you can open your eyes now.

Her body laying on top of mine, she pants, speaking quietly because of our close proximity in the bed. “Why don’t you want to do this all the time, Zed? Why do you not like us being close?”

I sigh at the question. “You know why.” She pouts at my response, so I oblige her for a hundredth time. “I found you in a time of hardship, and gave you a better place. Our relationship started off as a thrill in that way, so us being close like this is just us being mentally attached to the feeling of when we first met, and that feeling is just a memory that is years old.”

“We could make new ones, ones that don’t involve blood or you saving my ass, literally.” Always persistent, but I do have to give her credit for trying.

“All we do is deal with blood and saving each other’s asses. Figuratively OR literally. When this goes away, then we won’t have anything keeping us together.”

She always hates that response to that question, but she’s euphoric at the moment and doesn’t argue. I was too tired at the moment anyway to argue, and she was already half asleep now as her breathing slowed. I hated to admit I loved feeling this close to someone, but it was also scary because I didn’t think it would last either. I could think about that more in the morning anyway, if she decided to bring it up. I closed my eyes and felt myself drift into sleep, knowing full well the horrors and memories that accompany my dreams, but at least there was someone to wake up to tonight instead of a cold empty room, not knowing if I was still in my nightmares.

End of day 1

[glopratchet]

gator-weapons

apons "and" you say The old man looks at you and then turns to the door He opens it, revealing a large room with several tables filled with various foodstuffs and other items of interest There are also several men standing around in various uniforms who look up as he enters Quick aim vs slow aim You quickly take out one of them with your shotgun, but the others fire back You duck behind cover and wait for more to come As they continue firing upon each other, you realize that this is going to be very difficult The soldiers seem to have some sort of laser sight on their rifles, so you're not sure if you'll even hit anything with your shotgun ; (which isn't exactly accurate anyway) Heavy blowgun- best gun in the game The soldiers clearly rely on theirs a great deal, you should be better than them You silently curse your reliance on weapons in the first place Regardless, now isn't the time to think Time to act You pull out your heavy bumblebee nest pistol and leap out from behind the counter, aiming at the nearest soldier and squeezing off a shot Throw a fence pole like a spear You grab a nearby fencepost and hurl it at the soldier You hit him and knock his laser sight off target long enough to allow you to kill him this has alerted the remaining soldiers of your position and now they are all firing at you Throw a fence pole like a spear Golf ball - sweet spot You pick up the nearest object, a glass bottle of some sort of violet liquid and swing it at the bottles along the top shelves, knocking them over and making quite a loud noise The soldiers are distracted by this, allowing you to rush at them and get close enough to kill them all with your shotgun Golf ball - sweet spot Fence post - slow and easy to read The soldiers, upon hearing the clamor of falling glass turn towards it and away from you You rush in and kill the soldier nearest you with your shotgun Pepper spray - temporary blindess for humans, big distraction for low brain capability mutants You decide to implement your plan by drawing on your old faithful, pepper spray Fence post - slow and easy to read Spear - hunting gear You pick up your trusty spear which has served you well on many an adventure You carefully sneak through the underbrush towards the source of the noise It's very dense so it takes some time, but you hear loud crashing nearby and proceed in that direction You find one of the villagers stumble out the underbrush on the other side of a fallen tree It looks like he's been hurt, probably from whatever creature made that first noise Spear - hunting gear Lance - good to keep wildlife away You decide that you need to arm yourself if you're going to protect the others from any more big animals, or kill it if necessary Slingshot - ammo is tasty frogs You already have your trusty slingshot, with its lone projectile ready to be speed towards an opponent's eye at a moments notice Lance - good to keep wildlife away Long lance - disarm and control your enemies from afar You pick up the long lance strapped to the side of the fallen tree You had used it when hunting large prey a few times during your stay at this village Man these things get REALLY destructive with this! You grab a large piece of scrap metal Lever action - High force, low damage; Slow reload You quickly grab a lever action rifle from one of the many gun stores in town Long lance - disarm and control your enemies from afar Spirit blade - sharp and powerful; melts into your hand You find a spirit sword in the wreckage of the shops, its blade pulsating and humming despite being embedded into a wall You draw on your ability to melt through things with your mind and pull it free, continuing to boost its speed and cutting power until its weight and momentum serve to keep it humming through the air without effort on your part Spirit blade - sharp and powerful; Fire blade - Fire based sword no metal, but not durable You pick up a burning piece of wood from a nearby charred table, and begin to choke up on it as if it were a baseball bat, warming up your swing in the hopes of a good placement into the brain pan of any opponent you may face Fire blade - Fire based sword no metal, Great sword - Powerful, heavy You pick up one of the many large swords laying about on the floor and heft it It's definitely unwieldy, but with enough strength behind it, it'll do some real damage A glancing blow would crush a head, a direct hit would slice through bone and organs You pick up a long knife from the wreckage Great sword - Powerful, Dual blades - high difficulty in aiming - Higher chance of cutting enemies You pick up another knife and take it in your off hand With your enemies so close together, you'd need to learn a whole new style to use these effectively They're too delicate and high- priced for you to just practice by throwing them at prey they're sharp, and good for trapping under hard circumstances Dual blades - high difficulty in aiming - Higher chance of cutting enemies Saws Boomstick-so you like explosions-- most predators know something you don't You grab an old shotgun from the wreckage and glance it over It might be useful, but most of all, the shells are easy to reload And The ammo is easy to come by--as long as it isn't fire, a few shotgun shells can dispatch even the largest beast you'd meet in the western realms You pick up some shells and slide them into your side pouches Boomstick-so you like explosions--most predators know something you don't All your opponents will endure a glorifed explosize demise You take a few packs of the mini-sticks of dynamite laying around and slide them into your pouches as well They're more useful as bombs than for their intended purpose, but you rely on explosions C4 motherfucker firecracker bomb ; (light the wick then get the hell outta there) Tomahawks Throwing knives-higher accuracy but shorter range There are more, but they all link back to the same ones Elemental--more situational- greater damage potential but extremely inconvenient to carry around Elemental--more situational- greater damage potential but extremely inconvenient to carry around If match alligators elemental weakness --may be able to utilizing to an extent You put off your decisions and concentrate on surviving the now, focusing on any ability that will allow you get out of this situation After searching for anything worthwhile, you find an old tattered backpack and begin putting a few objects inside it Although you don? t expect anyone else will, you realize a GPS would? ve been very useful right about now If match alligators elemental weakness--may be able to utilizing to an extent Foundmental--great for general use -limited on power Source You finish up and put away the backpack, hitting yourself in the head once or twice for losing focus so quickly and easily As you turn to walk away, you hear a low rumbling You pause It could be anything--a large dog, a asphalt truck--but your instincts are screaming at you, and years of relying on them have taught you to never ignore their warnings Foundmental--great for general use-limited on power Source Deal large amount of impact damage box-crusher--breaks through most Defenses The rumbling seems to be coming from behind the stage Slowly creeping up to it, you prepare yourself for anything what is wrong with you today? First you freeze up at the museum and now you're lurking around a corner, hoping to get jumped by some-- You blink as you watch a motorcycle reverse itself out of a previously unused parking area A figure in dark leathers and a helmet sits on it Boom-boomstick --guns, lots of guns You are gifted with a clear shot at the rider and you don? t intend on missing You slowly exhale as your finger applies pressure on the trigger-- Arrows--sharp and pointy enough to go through Plasteel Before you can fire you are knocked clean off your feet by an explosion A single bead of sweat falls from your forehead as you aim for his back, double checking for any potential explosives on thecycle Boom-boomstick--guns, Secondary button appears which lets you send off a intail charge of fire gas, or electricution As you fall, you struggle to maintain consciousness Everything seems far away as you watch a figure creep up on the unsuspecting biker Bodies--lifeless and mindschooled--are no match against your opponent of course, but you? re just glad that it isn? t you Secondary button appears which lets you send off a intail charge of fire, Globhammer --Fun for the whole family Yank! You watch in horror as a young girl barely older than fourteen yanks the biker off his bike by his leg She's clad in rags and stinkso foul you can smell her from where you're lying Does she really think she can-- Before you realize what's happening, the last thing you see is the biker flying upside down straight toward your head Globhammer--Fun for the whole family Slow clumsy mess es up the joint work "Meliodas! " you spit Rebound--Off The Rim! Slow clumsy messes up the joint work Sheer simpicility and brute strength- make the monster see stars You scramble up trying to avoid the incoming teenager but fail, as you inability to move quickly due to weight and the force with which you were launched towards hits proves too great a failure You feel your head smashing into the cold concrete--then blackness Delivery jam Metal prongs inside handheld captureannon bolts out holding chamber commonly used by law enforcement and military forces When you wake up, you're surprised to find yourself still alive despite the great pain wracking your entire body Your arms, your legs, even your face all throb in horrible sensations which you've never felt before Even your eyes hurt! As you groan, several other figures appear Their ragged clothing and pale bodies make them appear almost undead as they loom over you Bee drone --quiet, flies silently "He's alive! " one hisses You grunt in acknowledgement, still agonizing over your various wounds "Don't kill him! Captain Todd said we need to take him back alive! Feeling hands take you by the arms and legs, you squeak out in terror as they lift you into the air Your mumbling and whimperings do not go unheard "Shut him up! " one of them hisses Bee drone--quiet, Fire a marker round- explosive, incendiary or blase, marker rounds leave a color trail behind ricocheting projectiles In desperation you release a burst of energy, releasing a concentrated blast of fire and burning the faces off three of your six captors Disgorging a burst of plant ash and soot, as well as burning others' exposed skin, you manage to reach down to your holster and fire off one magazine of bullets into another's chest Fire a marker round- explosive, Bee flies in the general direction of object lost without a guiding hand From there, you manage to snatch another mutant's knife and stab another in the throat with it Seeing their brethren falling like flies, some of them flee, too scared to handle you The others surround you as rather than flying into a rage and breaking free from their grasp, you calmly assess the situation You're amidst a junkyard full of rusted cars and other garbage, the yellow-white sun shining down upon you Bee flies in the general direction of object Does not guarentee it will hit the correct spot Sweat builds up on your forehead as you realize that this is it Here, in this junkyard, monster against mutant No hunter, no human, no lava monkey will save you It's just you, the mutant and whatever fate Creator has in store for you! Bone glaive fragmentation burst - reckless and imprecise risky at close range WHAT WILL YOU DO? To battle! Show these junkyard scum how a real monster fights! Invite "friends" over for a "party" Bone glaive fragmentation burst - reckless and imprecise Gather pheromones [ INSTRUCTIONS ] Gather pheromones [ INSTRUCTIONS ] Speed nectar influx--your human blood should easily overpower any competition Hunt--your stomach continues to rumble as you think about fresh meat Hide- try to blend with your environment and fool your hunters Speed nectar influx--your human blood should easily overpower any competition Dragon nectar affects this creature in many ways which way will you lean? Turn fellow mutant into a fireball flinging suicide bomb 0% 1 voter Remote control friendly Mutants -- watch the carnage unfold! Whistle loudly and draw Human enemies away from the fighting (no nectar/gene donor) Stay out of the fight--your time will come! 25% Charge in on your mecha busting your way through Dragon nectar affects this creature in many ways Ice nectar Freeze and shatter enemies 15% Blacken the sun--Darken the sky--Blind and disorient all with ash and soot! 15% 1 voter Use pheromones--influence what you can't see! 10% Reconnect controls to mecha 60% Toggle description for interactive story Stay out of the fight--your time will come! Ice nectar! Increase attack power using your mecha's weapons 25% Weaken enemy forces by drawing out Human enemies 35% 5 votes B ECOME THE BEES! 28% Increase attack power using your mecha's weapons 19% Use pheromones--influence what you can't see! 21% Reconnect controls to mecha 29% 4 votes STEALTH ATTACK 0% Turn fellow mutant into a fireball flinging suicide bomb 0% Ice nectar! Increase attack power using your mecha's weapons Speed up attacks 25% Dissolve targets with caustic chemicals! 40% 3 votes Turn fellow mutant into a fireball flinging suicide bomb 18% Wait for nightfall and catch mutants off guard 27% Attack immediately! 26% You need to heal - take a nectar now! Speed up attacks! Improve jumping height by 25% for 2 minutes! How about some Fire Resistant nectar? Increases fire resistance by 50% for 1 minute! (Flammable) You store a Numbness nectar - gives brief relief from pain for 5 minutes Them plant some confusion makes the targets hostile to each other rather than you 0% 1 voter The ol' adrenaline effect - use 20% more stamina so you can keep fighting! 0% 2 votes Weapon poison! Improve jumping height by 25% for 2 minutes! Some chariots cant go to some places even if they wanted to! You need to distract the enemies if you want some others to bring the cure! Some chariots cant go to some places even if they wanted to! Unshakeable skill - you will never be knocked over by attacks! You successfully cover the mutants in Honey then set it alight You sit back and relax--wait for mutants to break skin on enemies before leaving! 0% Your stomach rumbles not long after you start your retreat you realize that sharing the kludged Intestine ooze with a dozen mutants took its toll but still, who's counting? Unshakeable skill - you will never be knocked over by attacks! Minor wind resistance --wind resistance attacks only slow you down by 25% Your flying away triggered a more or less mutual defense protocol The remaining mutants stayed and fight the mutants who wanted to chase you; the ones who pursued you were unprepared mentally and physically and couldn't keep up with you You flash a trucker when you realize he could make better time than you when kludging the vial You have him exit from a large town first, then subdue--and dose-- him Minor wind resistance--wind resistance attacks only slow you down by 25% Mid grade earplugs -- reduces mutants' abilities to locate you Your shock collar appears to have triggered when you panicked at Nuro's destruction Feeling like it was a really bad idea to stay and possibly be captured AGAIN, you intensionally crash your plane into a group of evilly grinning mutants Mid grade earplugs-- reduces mutants' abilities to locate you Impact aka ko damage resistant When this is combined with lightweight, it makes for a great-- if suicidal-- plan of rushing out in the face of bigger enemies and slamming them until they fall Annoyed your allies decided to buy time for you, you use up all of your energy quickly to search for others- which involves flying over Greenland, Canada and Northern China You find some traces that indicate possible safe zones in Russia, and settle on heading there Impact aka ko damage resistant King of constant damage Reduce all damage you take to a constant 2 Because its easily to hide out of every attack from ground pounders you've been leaving miles between yourself and anyone else for the past 5 days You keep an eye out for stragglers and survivors but so far its just been you-- probably a good thing since the two girvinites that have the misfortune of spotting you both burst into flames before they can even scream Finally you land near a forested-mountain area from which radiates eerie whistles and howls must be Mutant Town, err Home Because its easily to hide out of every attack from ground pounders you've been leaving miles between yourself and anyone else for the past 5 days Aggressive and offensive playstyle where you dance circles around the alligator maximus before finishing it off You're almost tempted to use an escape too but you've all been upgraded since the last time you used one-- The first few times you pulled that stunt American Agents shot you in the back and you learnt: No more for me thanks Of course in this body its even easier than before since all you have is blood, marrow, brains, guts and organs Aggressive and offensive playstyle where you dance circles around the alligator maximus before finishing it off Some boomsticks can use the environment to there advantage by setting a oil slick alight, shooting through holes in thin-stone walls, dropping lanterns and so on You hardly dare use your powers in such a manner The only times you have before terrified game out of their wits Raising your fists you walk out towards them; unsure of how to approach without being autistic about it You catch sight of a few stares but reservedly accept you Can't be too hard to fit in right? Some boomsticks can use the environment to there advantage by setting a oil slick alight, The only boomstick which can perform a mount attack while going up a ledge Add aditional bonuses when the setting is canyon or cliff sides Your blunt force trauma resist and original body type has you feeling more resistance to knives and spears than others your level 3 extra defenses The number of tests run off of you, has been off the charts compared to all other super-soldiers in history You'll recover much faster from injuries 2 recover quickly from agility, range and endurance testing, 1 with a friend for language, immersion and teamwork boosts Sacirfice stleath for all out offense tree Use of actual ; (short) combos to launch, knock down and finish opponents with brutal efficiency An example would be say Foot-Stab, Fist-to-the-face, Head-Before-You-Snap-It Different styles affect your playstyle Each turn you can pick an attack or a defense 5 upgrades to hand to hand weaponery such as bone clubs, knives, daggers and other privities Sacirfice stleath for all out offense tree The defination of a purelty offensive approach to fighting Each attack boosts offense but lowers defense severely, smooth with daggers weapons at end game granting 4X offense at cost of NO defense Black Tongue: Take human souls and devour the flesh to heal Most take a bite then spit the rest out, you swallow Difficult to use properly The defination of a purelty offensive approach to fighting devoicing and leaving yourself open, unless paired with a shield You complete lose the ability to speak normally Can also be used tactically to pause a foe's assault or terrify soon-to-be meals into fleeing Offers near immunity to noise ambush attacks and can cause non-hits like feral shrieks or loud bangs Acrobatics tree provides better finesse when climbing, leaping and dodging without need of weapons or objects Difficult to use properly; A bit gimmicky if you ask me, all three trees You take the harder approach, shutting the thing in the burned out bus with a freshly killed Half toe corpse before dragging it into the woods Careful not to get to much pus on yourself or your clothes, you head back home where after a trip to the scrap heap you drag home an old washing machine and tip it over beside the trap A bit gimmicky if you ask me, The true deliveror of the swamp The 90's had grunge, 2000 had rap and club mega collas and 2010 had crunk But the 2020's? It'll have Horrorcore, power through so meaningful lyrics over dirty south beats and enough bass to blow thesubwoofers of previous generations At least, that's what you're aiming for Ever since That Year, the decaying suburbs have been slowly but surely taken over by self-professed musicians You've been hanging around Keira too much Whatever, these 'musicians' are kids with G Clean vocals who learning guitar online and studio pre-recorded bass or whatever else they can get out of their computers Keyboards are a given No one REALLY plays instruments anymore you might be able to make something out of them eventually So long as they don't swear Keira will kill you if they swear Hmm, you've got a long way to go, but maybe if you can get a couple of tracks out of them to Keira's liking, who knows? your mother hounds you every three days to visit the Proctologentologist she bought for you after the hospital released you what kind of dumb-butt name w-wait a minute! That's next on your agenda! you sure do love paperwork Wearily Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you eye the jar sitting there with disgust Inside is a mass of writhing, flailing excrement which is moving, slowly in an circular motion thanks to the worms crawling around in it at least you know your mom is feeding it As for why? You don't even want to THINK about it Your basement apartment isn't that bad it's livable Sort of It's still a basement and the walls are made of half cement and half-brick, with a wooden door as the only entrance and small windows too high to see out of or to be seen from Your bed is a inflatable mattress that's always struggling to keep itself upright while you put your belongings in a several trash bags with unknown stains on them to ensure that everything stays dry livable Waste disposal is non-existent so you're forced to use the 'facilities' as your mother calls it in a small plastic bucket in the corner It's dry And replaced every once in a while But it's better than holding it like some people do! why am I thinking about this Television helps sometimes, although the reception here is pretty poor You can barely even get Animal planet or the Travel channel, whereas some houses a few uphill get full high-definition Again, your mother mother It's still weird for you to think about her like that Always will be in some ways but really now It's not like she's your real mother, or even a step mother

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Call of Duty 4 Weapon Classe

What class is best? What benefits should I use? Is the mp5 or p90 much better? These are some questions that you will probably be located on your asking after playing Call of Task 4 for some time cod mobile. In this area we will certainly be speaking about the phone call of task 4 courses that will certainly permit you to possess some noobs. We will call what we think are the best courses in each area (ex. SMG, assault, long, sniper, and also shotgun.) If you believe we missed a Utilise that needs to be stated please leave a remark. Thanks!

SMG: The smg is your close quarter's weapon. While numerous favour the p90, because of its remarkably big clip dimension, the mp5 is a much better weapon. It has much better accuracy as well as array. We advise that you put bandoleer, quitting power, and also consistent goal on this gun. The constant goal is a have to for any SMG for hip-fire accuracy. If you wanted to you could exchange quitting power for juggernaut nevertheless you WILL be called a noob. Use the red dot with this tool.

Assault: The assault class has some of the best calls of responsibility four classes that you could ever before want, so it was hard determining which one is ideal. However after a lot of thinking and testing we chose that the m16a4 with quitting power, deep penetration, and also bandoleer is the gun set to have in the assault course. The m16 can eliminate with one ruptured as well the upper body, in addition to deep penetration there will certainly be nowhere for your opponents to hide. Utilise the red dot with this weapon course.

LMG: The long old LMG with its 100 bullet clip ability you can spam the hell out of anything. Well for this set the most effective course would certainly have to be either the rpd or m60 with SMG power, deep infiltration (no brainer) and also bandolier. The deep penetration as well as quitting power nobody is secure, even if they lag concrete. Nonetheless please, please remember that the LMG is a support weapon ONLY! It has a slow fire rate and you will get burned if you take on an SMG in close quarters. Relax as well as when you see something relocation fire away. Also with the rpd I suggest utilising a grasp opposed to red dot because it provides you that far more precision.

Sniper- Well this is another fiercely disputed class. So I will certainly claim that you might use the m40a3 or the barret.50 cal. Nevertheless I favour the barret because it is semi-automated oppose to bolt action. With this you ought to utilise stopping power, iron lungs or deep infiltration as well as claymores. With this course you can pick between deep infiltration or iron lungs, I however choose iron lungs so that I can put in the time as well as see to it I manage a headshot. I would certainly additionally make use of claymores because you don't want to be reversing every second to ensure nobody is slipping up behind you.

Shotgun- With the close-quarters I would use the M1014 with either sleight of hand or juggernaut, constant purpose and also bandoleer. You do not have to make use of stopping power on your shotgun because for the shotgun to even function correctly you must be close as well as it should just take round to kill any person anyhow. You ought to likewise utilise a grasp with this course so you don't need to focus in all.

Now that I have finished the very best telephone call of obligation four courses for every kind of weapon I will inform you concerning specialised courses for a special role on the battlefield. It can be very enjoyable to do different things so do not simply play as a sniper or an SMG person, mix it up a little bit.

Stealth- The stealth course. If you intend to flank your enemy and also fire them done in them at that time this is your sort of class. You should be sly as well as discrete as well as leave no trace of you behind. Some essential points to keep in mind are that you are not mosting likely to be as strong as the various other players, you must utilise stealth and also wits to overcome this deficit to defeat your enemy. You ought to likewise remember not to follow your group. You will be the single wolf of your team, you will certainly be the one flanking as well as killing your opponents without them even knowing you exist. For this course you need to utilise an mp5 with a silencer. You need to have UAV jammer, dead silence, as well as claymores or bandoleer. The UAV jammer as well as dead silence are no brainers, yet you must have claymores so you can place them behind you to make certain no one sneaks up behind you, remember you will be behind firing line and also with the respawn the method it is people could respawn directly behind you. Another point to keep in mind is not to terminate until you are close, don't hand out your placement until you can get a kill from it.

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Hitman: Codename 47 cheats & more for PC (PC)

Cheats

Unlockables

Hints

Easter Eggs

Glitches

Guides

Achievements

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Genre: Shooter, First-Person Shooter Developer: IO Interactive Publisher: Eidos Interactive ESRB Rating: Mature

Hints

Hint

In the “Tradisions of the trade” mission get a police uniform and you can go thru the metal detectors (Remember to hide the body).

Double Beretas

If you want double Berretas at the same time, do the following:

1. Make sure you have 2 Berretas in inventory.2. Take 1 berreta out3. Hold down CTRL4. While holding CTRL, click the second Berreta in the inventory.5. You will now place first Berreta in left hand, while taking second out. When shooting, both will fire at same time.

Cut Throat

When killing someone with an Oyabon/Pentagon knife, stand behind them and press the attack/fire button. Hitman will slit their throat from behind, killing them faster than the fiber wire or a frontal attack from the knife.

Quickstart Your Minigun

To make your Mini-gun fire without having to start it up, tap the fire button once. Now, when you press fire, the gun will shoot at once without starting up.

Super Sawn-Off Shotgun

Pull out a Berretta 92, make sure its the ONLY thing you are holding and drop it. Then pull out the Sawn-Off Shotgun (if you have one). It has 2 shells per clip. Now pick up the Berretta 92. Now you have 15 bullets per clip. Neat huh?NOTE: You can do this trick with any gun and not just the Sawn-Off shotgun.

Easy Killing

If you are going to kill someone with piano wire, make sure not to get too close behind your prey. If you do he will feel you and turn around and call for back up.

Extra Money

Successfully complete all objectives in a mission, then press [F1] to display the mission status screen. Press [Esc] when the “Success” message is displayed to return to the game. Repeat these steps to collect the mission reward multiple times.

Cheats

Cheat Code Off

If you are playing Hitman and you have made your self invisible and if you want to turn the invisibility cheat off, Press ‘~’ and write’invisible 0′, press enter and press ‘~’. Now your enemies can see you again.The God mode can also be turned off by pressing ‘~’ and type ‘god 0’, press enter and press ‘~’ again. Now you are not invincible.

Cheat Code Reverse

If you are in invisible mode during game play press ‘~’ to activeate console mode, the write ‘invisible 0’, you are now again visible to enemies.If you are in god mode during game play press ‘~’ to activeate console mode, the write ‘god 0’, now you are not invincible.

DEBUG KEYS

Text: Press ~ Then: IP_DEBUG 1 = turns on debug keys:

j : Jump. t : wireframe mode. o : overhead view. k : move camera with cursor keys. Shift+F12: Throw anyone near you around the room.f,g, or h: teleport to various locations.

Cheat Mode And Level Select

Note: This procedure involves editing a game file; create a backup copy of the file before proceeding. Use a text editor to edit the “hitman.ini” file in the “hitman” folder. Add the line “enableconsole 1” at the bottom of the file. Press ~ during game play, then enter one of the following codes at the console window to activate the corresponding cheat function. Note: Press [Tab] to scroll through all available commands.

Effect Code god mode god 1Unlimited ammunition infammoAll weapons giveallInvisibility invisible 1

Level Select

Enter Kim Bo Kastekniv as a profile name.

All Missions

Make a new character and call yourself “Kim Bo Kastekniv” right as it are here.

Unlockables

Currently we have no unlockables for Hitman: Codename 47 yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Easter eggs

Easter Egg

This is actually only funny if you’re danish, as the game is made danish IO Interactive. When you are near the “mad people” in the The Setup mission, you can hear them say “Er det mam?” (in english something like “is that mommy?”) in the known hysterical voice. This sentence is from a very funny danish radio show and is well know in Denmark. Sorry you non-danish chaps can’t have a laugh of that!

Minor Easter Egg

On the traditions of the trade mission, there is a minor easter egg. While talking to the receptionist you will look in the guest book for Mr Wulffs room. In the guest book there are some names from the IO team, for example Martin Guldbaek and Rasmus Kjaer from the graphics and design team. And Mads Olson from the tester squad. And Martins room has the number 666 while Rasmus And Mads have 301 and 302. 301 and 302 are the rooms directly obove where Mr Wulff is accommodated.

Glitches

Currently we have no glitches for Hitman: Codename 47 yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Guides

Currently no guide available.

Currently no guide available.

Currently no guide available.

Currently no guide available.

Currently no guide available.

Achievements

Currently we have no achievements or trophies for Hitman: Codename 47 yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.