#geezer rescue squad

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Pensioners tend to get a bad rap for being willing to allow people to get into trouble without offering to lift a finger to help them.

The old people in ‘Time Geezers’ seem to buck against that, rescuing the Inspector, Emerald and Wilhelmina from the Comeuppance with fire extinguishers blazing.

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Character list!!

fire house 29!! i created these characters from a span of 2015 - 2019 and i love each on of them like my children!! without further ado i introduce my paramedics and firefighters

Cooper Beackear; he is of 32 years of age, medium length auburn locks. Tattooed sleeves, medium stature. His clothes are often fitting for the occasion, his mother is Afrikaans and his favorite color is yellow. His birthday is April 30th. Firefighter on truck!

Connor Sharpfurrow: This Texan fellow has sharp features with gentle eyes. He is in his youth at 25 (ranging on the story) he has dark well kept hair and an adopted older sister named Breen. His father assaulted him in many ways and now sits in jail, Connor never visits. He became the CFD lieutenant when he was 21. November 5th is his birthday.

Jamiey Patters (Stefafin) ; A young lad of 22 with heterochromia, he has dusty chocolate skin, a sister Sofie and his mother Lylahana. He loves the color yellow, adores it. He is a fireman on truck! He was born on December 22.

Lilees Alkin; This individual is a member on rescue squad, she's from Colorado with long black hair and hazel eyes. Her birthday resonates on June 19th and her color of choice is purple. She 31.

Dustin Casolengo: This geezer is like a father too the house, most of them have accidentally called him dad. He is at a ripe age of 46, he is short and stocky with combed back frizzy hair. He was widowed at the age of 35, he is born on July 5th. He is the cheif

Beatrice Lovestring: Milf. Fashion icon, long black curls with pink ends, dark fine skin. Beatrice is an engaged lesbian who works on rescue squad, she runs a makeup business in her spare time. Her favorite color is orange which she always wears on her birthday of October 30th (I find it funny since its before Halloween.) She is 30 years old.

Joseph Phillips: Paramedic to firehouse 29. He has a southern accent and his older brother is Jason Hicks. In great contrast to his sibling he is sandy blonde, with ranging paranoia. His favorite color is sage and his birthday is of February 20th.

Catherine Sergio: O M G i love her so much Catherine is an albino with impressive eyesight for her condition, she loves to draw. She is 31. Her sisters name is Quielo. Shockingly she loves the color red and is born on December 30th. Paramedic.

Ton (Tony) Harps: Diego's and Casidy's eldest brother. He is tall and well-built, ex-army. He is born December 9th, his occupation consists on rescue squad. Dark locks and scarred arms, very hispanic. Tony is 30 and loves the color gold.

Simmoe Lyria (pronounced liar): this firefighter is 26 and sage eyed. His favorite color is red and he has Maori blood. Firefighter on truck. March 1st is his birthday.

Kerin Nile: Pasta slurper alert (i say that as an Italian myself) this jerkface. . man is twin one, he is rescue squad. He owns high cheekbones aaand has pretty blue eyes. His birthday is the same as his brothers April 5th and the duo are both 27.

Collin Nile: Twin 2, he is brown eyed and tall. He isnt a firefighter though, he is the sectary!! His favorite color is Blue and he is a higher achiever than his brother..

Juni Streems: Jun is transgender, and is featured in most of my story's, he is pale brown and short with spikey blonde hair. He belongs to truck and loves the color dusty pink. His age is 26 and his birthday is February 2nd.

Reeve Marlyin (Pronounced Mar-lie-in): Reeve is 30 years old with polish heritage he has sandy colored curls and green eyes. His occupation is rescue squad lieutenant. He has high functioning autism <3 and his birthday is February 19th.

and last but not least!!

Lark (Rara) Doe: Rara is a man from Oregon; at the age of 29. He belongs to truck, his favorite color is cocktail orange. Lark got himself mixed up in the hooker business when he was young and used to go by Sweetling; he still deals with the struggle. His birthday is July 23rd. He is dark haired and green eyed.

That took forever!! but I hope you enjoyed.

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Crowbar Nurse   Chapter 7 — An Unstoppable Hellish Army (of up to 10 People) Pops up out of Nowhere

“—Sera, hold on. There’s something weird.”

Our silly conversation ended abruptly when Kiryū raised his palm up, halting me in my tracks.

“The hell is going on there?” “Ah, that’s…”

I squinted into the distance. Ahead of us in the street was a crowd of people.

A crowd of people? Or was it a crowd of zombies?

There was a middle-aged man waiting around three zombies that were standing up straight with very good posture. It’s seemingly as if the man was just waiting to be attacked.

The only real movement was his breathing. Other than that, the man didn’t look like he is even trying to get away from the zombies. That’s a very curious situation.

“Hmm… it’s shocking how they are all just standing up so stiffly… maybe the three zombies are scripted to attack the NPC and correspondingly, the NPC is scripted to be attacked by them?” “Say what?” “In this game, there are often times where you can save people who are being attacked by zombies… they call them ‘survivors’.”

I pointed over to the four of them.

“The middle-aged man should be one of the survivors. He’s always scripted to be attacked around there… but I’ve never seen them just standing up straight like that. Maybe it’s a bug.” “Or maybe we just haven’t triggered them yet.”

“You know how we’re backtracking through the stage? Well, I’d wager that the zombies are scripted to attack when the protagonist gets close enough when going the correct way.” “Oh, I see, that makes sense.” “I’m not 100% on it, but it sounds reasonable, right?” “No, I’m confident you’re right.”

I had the feeling that Kiryū is someone who speaks almost too carefully as I shouldered my rifle.

“… well, that works to our advantage. Let’s do it.” “Hey, don’t go killing every zombie you see.” “But I’d like to save him.”

My bullets quickly found their way to the zombies and we walk up to the middle-aged man.

“… I’m guessing he’s thanking us in English.” “That’s right, as the official language of Confi City is English. This is exactly how they say thanks in the game as well… he’s a bona fide survivor.”

I ran around the NPC and then walked away from him with a satisfied smile on my face. The middle-aged man maintained a small distance as he followed me around. He would sometimes roll his neck or look around frightened at his surroundings with fright, but otherwise, he was generally emotionless.

… just like how they are in the game.

The man kept a blank face as he followed us around. When I picked up a broken off chunk of concrete off the street and handed it to him, he looked a bit more stern and brave as he wielded it a weapon.

“—Alright, we’re in business! That’s step one to raising an unstoppable army from hell!” “Wha—?!”

Kiryū was bewildered by what I had said.

“This regular everyday normal geezer… is our unstoppable army from hell…?” “…” “…”

We stood there in mutual silence.

“… sh-shut up! I told you it’s step one!”

I scrambled to quip back before falling back into silence.

“When you rescue NPCs in this game, they’ll follow the protagonist around. Give them a weapon and they’ll help you fight too!” We’ll rescue more and more of these survivors to build ourselves an unstoppable army. It’s all part of the plan!” “Man, you sure about this? The dude looks like he’s never even gotten in a fistfight before.”

Kiryū spoke as he pointed at the man. He’s right in that the middle-aged man is scrawny and doesn’t look like he’d be good in combat.

“The more we fight, the more we’ll level up. We’ll be fine. You get only a maximum of five followers in the game, but we’ll be so much stronger even with just five extra people… we’ll be an unstoppable hellish army….”

I pondered on my plan to raise an unstoppable hellish army to which Kiryū had nothing he could say but to simply mutually make eye contact with the old man. —but eventually, Kiryū’s eyes opened wide as he snapped his fingers.

“… I’ve got it.” “Huh?” “We can the soldiers in our ‘unstoppable hellish army’ as item boxes.” “What do you mean?”

I blankly blinked at Kiryū and he flashes a grin at me.

“I’ve got pockets of my own, but… look at them—they’ve got side and rear pockets too. We can stuff their pockets with herbs too and use them as walking inventory space, right?” “Oh, no…”

In other words, his plan is to pack items in the survivors’ pockets much like how Kiryū’s doing it right now. It looks so lame, I couldn’t stop myself from voicing my displeasure. However, Kiryū didn’t seem to care for my opinion and was already cramming herbs in the NPC’s pockets already, dirt and all.

“No matter how you slice it, that’s just too cruel…” “The end justifies the means, right? … besides, how much longer do you want to hold your phone in your hand?”

He points at the NPC with recently-filled pockets.

“You’ve got no pocket, right? Just stick it in any of his.” “What if he dies and disappears? I don’t want to put my phone on his body.”

I gripped my phone tightly as I shook my head at which Kiryū shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright, then pass me your phone; I’ve got an empty pocket.” “Thank you. If anything happens, could you please toss it back to me?” “Of course.”

We walked and talked at the same time and found yet more NPCs just standing around waiting to be triggered. There was a sickly pale white lady, a bad-tempered middle-aged white man, a lanky nerdy-looking white man… most of the characters in this game are white.

“… they get killed off pretty quickly, but let’s name our devils so we can tell who’s who. Let’s see… from the left, we have Bezos, Gates, Jobs, Buffett, and Zuckerberg.” “You’re really hoping for ‘eat the rich’ to happen literally, huh?”

Only a little ways more until we reach the Vital Watch. There weren’t any periods of awkward silence… or more accurately, we made sure to keep making small talk. Not that it was a bad thing though. This way, it was easier to distract ourselves from the fact that we’re inside a horror world… we were doing quite well in that regard.

—That’s right. We were merely distracting ourselves. Even in this bizarro world, it was important we stayed human and grounded.

On the way, we saved quite a few more people standing still. We gave them metal pipes, hammers, and other objects found on the ground so that we could fight and gain more experience. Everything was going smoothly.

“It looks like we can’t have more than 10 people in our squad…”

The NPC gave their thanks before continuing to stand up straight. I couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened.

“Probably because you and I are both considered as player characters and each of us can have five followers.” “Speaking of which, where’s the actual protagonist to this game?”

I scanned my surroundings as I asked my question to no one in particular.

“I wonder if we’ll meet at the starting point…”

We kept moving and came across a strange watch laying conspicuously on the ground.

“Oh, there’s our Vital Watch.” “Why’s it just sitting there in the middle of the road?” “Good question. It’s always just lying here in the game, but I’ve never really wondered why.”

I bent over to pick up it up.

“We don’t have much time to play with it, so let’s just keep it safe for now. We should hurry onwards.”

I strapped the Vital Watch to my forearm, just before the elbow.

“… why are you putting it on such a weird place?” “Huh? Because it’s more hygienic? Otherwise, it’ll get so dirty.” “Huh?” “Huh?!”

… though health professionals and engineers may disagree on where to wear a timepiece, at least we were successful in retrieving the Vital Watch.

    It was no easy task, but we’ve finally made it to the beginning of the game. We were at a parking lot with spots for eight cars. Concrete walls surrounded us with burning cars and toppled trucks. There were also two zombies which were supposed to attack the protagonist… but maybe because they haven’t been triggered yet, they stood rigidly upright as well. Then I found something big. There was someone else standing upright… or it’d be more accurate to say he was standing in an odd pose—it was the protagonist of this game.

“Gah, look! It’s Nick! That’s Nick over there!”

I screamed out loud as I rushed over to the middle of the parking lot. Every one of the devils in our unstoppable army from hell clobbered the zombies with their weapons.

“Oh, I’ve seen Nick at the game show. So, he’s the protag, eh?” “What’s wrong with him…? He’s standing there like his character just got dropped into a level editor.” “You’re right… he’s just A-posing there.”

Kiryū corrected me with a more technical, detailed term.

“What… what should we do? We’ve got to get Nick out of here.”

Pushing and pulling did nothing to awaken him.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Kiryū said with a smug look on his face.

“Wow, okay…” “You know, like Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator? Hey, those were great movies.” “I mean, sure, but it sure dates you.”

Nick didn’t react at all to Kiryū’s one-liner, for better or for worse. I tried dragging him by the arm again. It was an odd sensation, so smooth and weightless. Nick didn’t seem like a human being… but rather an object.

“Well, we can just leave him here, can’t we? It might be safer if he stayed put so he won’t trigger any event flags.”

Kiryū shrugged as he spoke.

“Umm, would that mean that we won’t have to fight any bosses? That sounds too nice to be true…” “Iunno. Since we were able to get these survivors to follow us around, that would make us the protagonists… it might be possible that we’ll trigger the flags and we’ll have to fight the bosses like in the actual game.”

What he meant was that we’ll have to find out ourselves. I nodded along to him… until I remembered something he said.

“That reminds me, Kiryū. I’ve brought you here to the start of the game. What did you mean by breaking out of the game?” “Oh, that’s right. I was watching a video about bug testing and I was just thinking… if we keep our chins up and look for them, I’m sure we’ll come across some.” “Look for them?” “Yeah.”

He walked over to the far end of the parking lot… and before I knew it, he jumped head-first into the wall.

“Ow! That hurts!” “I would imagine so! What are you doing?!”

Kiryū squatted down clutching his head.

“I was hoping to find a buggy spot in the physics engine…” “What do you mean?” “Like clipping through walls and such.”

He might have hurt his head, but he was still able to thoroughly explain what he meant.

“In some buggy spots of a game, you can jump over and over again into the wall and slowly go deeper inside it. Then, eventually…” “You go out of bounds…”

I didn’t know you could do that.

“Now that you mention it, I’ve written about bugs in this game on my personal walkthrough blog… but I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to find them either…” “…” “Kiryū, I think you’re an incredible person, but perhaps… you’re incredibly dumb.” “… shuddup…”

I let him stew for a moment, but then suddenly, there was a loud scream outside of the parking lot.

“Wha… what was that?!”

We both looked behind us…

Oh, no, no, no, no…!

Our unstoppable hellish army (all 10 of its members) were being attacked by a swarm of special zombies!

■Doom

A retro PC shooter, Doom is considered a classic by most people in their 30s and 40s in the West. For years, Doom was considered to be the game that defined the first-person shooter genre. Players control the protagonist—a brawny man slightly younger than middle age—and his arsenal of guns to single-mindedly blast away hordes of monsters from Hell (sometimes depicted as an army from Hell). Some may find this novel to be grotesque with its merciless depictions of gore, but it was for that exact reason why Doom was an incredible success in its day. The gibs and gore won the hearts of kids and the kids-at-heart. With over 10 million copies sold across every conceivable platform, this game is also famous for being ported to everything from cell phones to calculators. It has even seen theatrical releases and novel adaptations. In its day, Doom was notorious for the amount of gore, as unrealistic as it may be. It was perhaps the first video game to have such a great controversy over its graphic depictions of violence. Still, Doom is a game cherished by many and players continue to modify and add to the game—early versions of which were labeled “Doom clones”. Doom leaves behind a great legacy, both technical and historical.

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Metal Slug Past life Ch 20

“Looks like your farm animals are back, Major Rossi.” said Rasha, reviewing any security footage of last night kidnapping. The squads are in The Hawk Unit's briefing room that use to be an old Ballroom that is now filled with computers, radars, and communication radios for The Hawk Unit to keep in touch with each other and with Sparrows and The PF Squad. Ferdinand was ordered to speed up the video up to the time of the kidnapping. But it was nothing but futile when Jonas's face appeared in front of the camera with his now blood smeared goat mask. He raised a finger with a runkavle glowing on his finger and the camera footage reset back to the beginning. No clues on how they got in or how they got Kartu and Oguma out without being spotted. “According to the reports, my men said these masked men and a woman used some kind of spell to freeze them in place and they couldn't move till they were gone. They acted like as if they done these multiple times before.” said Rasha, looking over the report while smoking her pipe. Marco glanced them over. “They have done it before and The Ikari Warriors will swear it up and down about it too. They too have encountered these mask men and got frozen in time by them,” Marco puts the reports back on the table and looks back at the paused image of Jonas, “We got their GPS location and we'll find them and Morden too.” Marco held a meeting with the rest of The Squad to discuss what their next move will be and they agreed to split up once again. Trevor will take Nadia, Walter, and Tyra and stay behind to give The Hawk Unit any help they need in case The Rebel and The Twilight Seeker come back to fight them again while Marco and the rest go after Kartu and Oguma. Rasha and Kevin bid good-bye to The Squad and thanks them for helping them out and providing them any transportation they needed and they took a jeep to travel to their destination. Tarma did the driving and Marco sat in the front while Fio and Eri sat in the back. Arms folded, Marco sat back and watch the scenery go by. Ravens were gathering in a dead tree nearby, their eyes watching the jeep driving by as if they're expecting them to swerve and all die in a car crash. It was unsettling for Marco no thanks to his current dream he had with those birds gazing down at him and watching his every move and dread about it coming true. “I'll be so glad for this mission to be done and over with already,” said Tarma “I'm planning to see my parents when they give us the next day off. My mom told me they're going to move to the city and sell my grandfather's house.” “Are you going to plan to buy it from them?” Fio asked him and Tarma shook his head, “I would love to if we don't have this war going on right now. I would spend a lot of time giving it a fresh coat of paint and fix anything that is broke unless my dad took care of it. Then it'll be just painting. Also, I thought about getting a cat like Patches to live with me.” Eri quietly smiled at the thought of Tarma lazing about on the front porch with a soft little kitty on his lap to gently stroke while it sleeps. The whole road rumbled and Tarma slammed on the brakes hard enough that it almost threw everyone out of their seats. “What the Hell was that?” said Marco and they all got out of the Jeep to check. Behind them is a huge pile of rocks and blown up trees thrown around and Eri walked up to inspect the damage. “This no ordinarily rocks slide. Someone planted a bomb and set it off the minute we drove by. They were either aiming to kill us and missed or they were planning to block the road on us and failed.” Tarma shrugged, “I guess we keep going where we're heading and call for a ride later.” “Oh no, Mr. Tarmicle Roving The Third. You'll be calling for that ride right now.” said an elderly voice. They turned around and standing before them is Horatio Kronos and his grandson, Jonas. The young man has left his mask behind and showing his face to them for the first time. “Horatio Kronos. So we finally meet.” said Marco, folding his arms. Horatio smiled and let out a small chuckle, “It was bound to happen sooner or later, Marchrius Dennis Rossi. Same with you, Eri Kasamoto and Fiolina Germi or by your cute nickname by everyone, Fio.” “Okay, this is freaking me out now. How do you know all of our names without asking? It's no doubt that General Morden told you about all of us when you two first met.” Tarma sneered at him and Horatio was finding this to be amusing. “Oh no, Tarmicle or should I say, Tarma. I have known all about you humans long before a grieving man declared war on the world who turned its back on him and took his son away. Believe me, you all leaving right now will be spared from the trouble you're about to go through to get Kartu and that parasite everyone calls Oguma.” “We're not going anywhere until we know they're rescued and brought home.” Fio shouted at him and shook his head and sigh, “Young lady, you and your friends don't understand why we have to kidnap them. The timeline is unstable and it's going to collapse and take all life on earth with it. If you care about all life on this planet, you call for that ride and go back and forget about Kartu and Oguma.” Marco glared at him, “Why are you going through all of this trouble just for one guy?” Marco asked them. Horatio looked Marco in the eyes and looked at his grandson and back at Marco. “Because that man is the missing source to fix the broken timeline and without him, we're all going to die.” Horatio replied. Marco opened his mouth and they heard tanks, Rebels moving in and loading and pointing their guns at them, and the growing sound of an engine of a transport copter heading toward them. It touched down and the blades slowly stopped. The door opened and stepping out was General Morden follow by Allen O'Neil and his son. Marco and The Squad reach for their guns but stopped when Allen O'Neil and his son drew close with more soldiers, surrounding them in a ring of guns. Tarma can feel the barrel of Allen O'Neil's gun poking at his skull and laughing menacingly at him. “Trap as the rats you all are.” He mocked them. They held their hands up in the air in a sign of surrendering. Marco narrowing his eyes at Morden while he passes them by, his trigger finger is itching to put a bullet in that man's skull. Horatio approaches him. “General Morden. What a nice sur-” Morden drew his gun out and shot Horatio where he stands. “Grandfather!” Jonas ran to his wounded grandfather's side and more Rebels moved in, pointed their guns at him and Horatio. “So, Horatio Kronos. You think you can play me like a fiddle till you broke all the strings on it? You're not the only one who can play someone like a sucker.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small stone. “How did you steal my Grandfather's stone?” Jonas shouted out of rage and ready to attack him but he can't with the guns pointing at him. General Morden had that twisted smile on his face. “It's easy, you little brat. After the said meeting with your grandfather, I thought I recognize that pretty stone anywhere and had my researcher dig up some information and after I learned that anyone who touches it can see into the future and so I have one of my spies, disguised as a janitor go into your office and steal it for me. When I touched that stone, I saw how your old geezer was going to backstab me and I thought I do the stabbing, or should I say, the shooting first.” Morden burst out into a morbid laugh. Marco clenched his fists and took off running. “You son of a-” His gun raised, finger on the trigger and gunshots rang through the air and Fio screamed out Marco's name. Tears ran from her eyes and Tarma was shouting Marco's name. General Morden's gun was smoking and Marco laid on the ground in agonizing pain. Bullet wounds scattered all over his chest but missing all of his vital organs and veins. His shirt is soaking up his blood and he pulled himself toward his gun while winching in pain to grab it. General Morden coldly strolls up to Marco and kicked the gun away and then presses the heel of his boot on the bullet wounds on his shoulder, making Marco crying out in pain. It was music to his ears and torture to his enemy. “Please stop! You're making his pain worse!” Fio cried out but General Morden ignored her and crouched down and held Marco's face in one hand. “I finally clipped your wings, Rossi,” The General with a smug expression on his face. “I can not wait to display your corpse on a plaque to show the whole world how easy it was to take their mighty warrior down.” Marco breathing was heavy, he's feeling light headed and he could barely move. His vision was giving out on him and he groaned in pain. “But, I could spare you and your friends' pathetic lives if you say one little thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth, Rossi. All I want you to say is 'You win, General Morden. We surrender.’ Six easy little words and we'll get you the medical help you need.” Tarma does not like where this is going. He knows the Major well. He would rather die than be defeat by the hands of that monster. “Fio, I want you to come over here. I don't want you to see what he might do next to him.” Fio was sobbing and nodded. She moved toward him and Tarma slowly and carefully while glaring at Allen O'Neil and his son put an arm around Fio and hid her face against his chest. The last thing Marco wants is Fio seeing him being killed by General Morden. It's too much for her to see him getting tortured right now. Marco struggled for breath and gathered up what breathe he got. “You....You...” General Morden motioned with his hand while smirking at him to spit out. “You...You're going to be buried six feet under, Morden.” Marco spat blood in his face and The General returned the favor by landing a blowing kick into Marco's side and then grabbing him by his hair and slamming him against a nearby tank. Gun pointed at Marco's head and ready to be shot off. “So this is how you're going to play it, Rossi? Be shot like some mangy animal? I shot wounded animals who gave me a better fight than this!” Marco can feel his baleful gaze upon him and smirk, “Shooting a man with his back turned. You really are a sniveling coward.” General Morden's eye twitch. “At least I'm sparing you from watching me murder your friends, Rossi. Good riddance to you, you Regular Military Puppet!” What could Tarma do to save his friend's life from this psychopath's wrath? If he dares to move to save him, they would all be gunned down in an instant. With a morbid grin, General Morden rested his finger on the trigger. There was no bang, no dead body, and no final victory for General Morden. A blur passed them by and General Morden face of joy turned to shock as he witnesses his gun falling into pieces and clinking on the ground and on top of each other. Standing behind him laughing was Celestial, glove claws out and ready to strike again. General Morden expression changed to terror once the chaos is set in motion. Bronco came charging in, catching Allen O'Neil off guard with a punch to the face. Hellhound with his fiery punch not only knocking out Allen O'Neil's son but burning off half of his beard. Jonas moved out of the way when Poe came swooping in with her knife, slitting the throats of two Rebel soldiers. This was their chance to escape from The Rebels' grasp and they shot the soldiers down and moved quickly toward Marco after General Morden dropped him. “Major, can you hear us?” Tarma carefully rolled him on his back. He moans and fought to keep his eyes open. “T-Tarma, what happened?” he weakly asked him. “We're going to retreat is what's going to happen.” he replied. General Morden screamed. The Squad turned their attention toward Horatio steadily getting himself off the ground and brushing the dirt off of his jacket. He turned his hateful eyes to Morden and snap his fingers to summon his henchmen over and beckon his grandson to his side. His blood wasn't red, it was black and glittering like the night sky. “I knew I should have killed you when you set foot into my office.” Horatio snarled. Blue auras glowed around them and one by one, they revealed their true forms, Grims. Standing in Horatio's spot is a black goat and he wore a half broken hourglass around his neck and surrounding him is a Horse, Black Dog, Raven, Rooster, and Jonas in his goat form too. “Grims...” Marco weakly whispers. “They were all Grims all this long.” Marco passed out from his injury and they went to work to help him. General Morden coward before them. Terrified of these anthropomorphic Grims and Horatio approaches him, his red eyes burning into The General's darkened soul. “From studying you humans and how you think, act, and feel. I learned something that you all fear more than death. The painful misery that you're forced to live with till the day you die.” General Morden whimpered, scared to find out what he means. Horatio summoned a band of runkavle around his hands and he slapped his hands together on each side of General Morden's head and stepped back and waited. Confused at first for what he did and all of the sudden The Squad witness in fright as they watched General Morden grabbing at his face, screaming about his eye gone missing and crying out his son's name and stumbling in his steps like his legs stopped working. “What did you do to him?” Eri shouted, locking her eyes on the frantic man, screaming for help and calling for his son. Horatio turned and looked at them, “I'm making him relive the day when his son died in that terrorist bombing.” Marco breathing grew worst and he steps forward and checks on him, “I never wanted this to happen. All I wanted is to do my job with little to no bloodshed.” Fio was all out of medicine and bandages and Horatio and snapped his fingers again and all five of them approach. “Poe, I need you to give Mr. Rossi some medicine to help him sleep and ease the pain, Bronco, I want you and Hellhound to carry him to the truck we got parked not far from us, and Poe and Celestial, I want you to escort his friends and Jonas. If any of them try to fight us. Freeze them.”