Blessing and a Prayer
Blessing and a Prayer
My heart goes out to you, and in the “Heligaste” of names of Loki “the giver” and Oden “the seer”, I call upon you to protect them and hold you safely within the realms of the living, until their time has come to pass before Queen Hel when she shall judge with her own eyes and hear the truth of you song with her own ears. Now that’s what I call a blessing.
The car swerved and slipped slightly, as the powerful motor pulled them round the smooth cobbled stoned streets of northwestern Sicily, Palermo. Do any cars in Italy have breaks? Or are breaks considered the cowards way out of corners with over a hundred meters fall to the next level of cliff face, a certain death.
Eric Craven just happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time in the long run. It was no accident that Meryl Stryfe stood in the way of Vash the Stampede that late wet autumn evening in the municipal baths of Palermo. Before his carbon electric magnetic whip had curved its first full whiplash, she had fired two shots into the center of Vash’s head, two exploding bullets into his heart and one bullet down the optic nerve of his right eye, causing extreme disorientation and a blinding light of pain to stop the man dead in his tracks.
Vash held a heavier gun, a macho thing, which only fired exploding bullets, which is why he only managed to get three shots fired while she managed to get of five shots. The three bullets that had left Vash’s gun where all heading toward Eric Craven. The unlucky part for Erik was that Vash miscalculated the path of the bullets fired at him from Meryl. The ancient acoustics of the room had distorted the center of fire, causing it to seem not to be coming from Meryl to the right of Vash, but coming from the middle of Erik. Erik who happened to be standing face on to Vash. This is why all the three bullets Vash had fired found themselves making holes of some impressive dimension through the head and upper torso of Erik Craven, an unarmed rock musician, on his second date with an Asian girl called Shin Eiy. She seemed like a nice quite girl from Japan until for some unknown reason she started to fire several guns into this guy walking into the public toilets at, St Madre de Sequlcia Square, commonly known as the Municipal baths in Palermo.
She had not planned to kill Vash on the open street, and especially not in a urinal nor had she planned to kill him at this particular moment in time. She moved quickly through his outer body Armour to get to the package and remove it before anything else went wrong. Eric Craven lay in his own blood, twitching to the last of his own personal electric current. She vanished away into the back allies and down some steep inclines towards where the taxis stood to get the tourists up and down the cliff face to the popular tourist resort that was at the bottom of the cliff face.
She was not traveling under her real name; she never did, as she was an operative PGS Agent. Seeing Vash in Palermo meant only one thing, the delivery had gone wrong, Vash should not be here, he shouldn’t be anywhere near any other currier. She was following Midvalley Hornfreak; as soon as two curriers appeared at the same place at the same time things were code red, they hadn’t spoke to each other or given an sign that they knew of each others situation. This was of no consequence, they happened to be at the same “wrong” time and the same “wrong” place. She had taken the only possible cause of action, which she would now complete as quickly as possible, her mission to get the package to its destination as fast as possible. As Vash lay dead in his own blood, she had made the first call to Bernadelli Insurance Group and left the following message. Vash deal now PGS, delivery of package ASAP, no further Information till De-B.
Charter airports are not the easiest to get out of in a hurry especially if there has been an execution style of murder on the streets. “We never know what tomorrow may bring. Someday we will be blown by the wind and absorbed into the sandy earth”. That sentence haunted her mind; Nick had said it to her, Nicholas D Wolfwood. It blew chills down her icy nerves, but why? Her mind raced in a way so unusual that she felt faint; the driving of the so-called taxi driver didn’t help her overpowering sense of nausea.
Erik’s unfortunate death was a shame, he had no idea of what he had stumbled across when he walked down the stairs to the urinal, so now he will have walk about in limbo for a while looking for peace of mind and a way out of impossible chaos of mistimed death. The crow Hugin had been sat for a while staring at the lifeless body of Erik Craven on the blood stained floor of Palermo municipal urinal. Cravens’ time had not yet come; Hugin flew of to make his rapport of limbo dancer in Palermo. Vash had been greatly disorientated by the acoustics from the room; they were rather extreme to say the least, but with several exploding rounds going off simultaneously, they made a surround sound effect that was impossible to judge position on instincts. And instinct was all you had at this speed in a gunfight.
The room in which Vash and Erik died was a giant underground urinal; fully coverer in green square glassed tiling with a shorter wall at the back being the urinal itself, a steel metal plate that ended in a gully. A long the left hand side of the wall there was one hand basin to wash your hands. The room itself gave the impression of being a very large dark green open space. There lay the body of Vash the Stampede from the Bernadelli Insurance Group and Erik Craven a young rock guitarist brutally killed by a ruthless gang of criminals. The urinal in Palermo municipal baths is an exact copy of the urinal at Brighton Station. The ruthless gang of criminals that had gun downed, rock star and Insurance agent were Meryl Stryfe and Vash himself.
Midvalley Hornfreak slipped into his personal invisible mode as soon as he heard the explosive rounds coming from the lower end of the stairs. A white streak flew round the bend up the stairs as Midvalley managed to press his thin body through two pillars to the side of the stairwell. Meryl felt Hornfreaks presence, but needed to move as fast as possible from the scene of the slaying before the place was crawling with armed response units. Hornfreak had been playing alto sax with Erik Craven on the album he was cutting in Palermo. That was why Meryl was in Palermo. She had to meet with Erik and Midvalley Hornfreak under her assumed name of Shin Eiy, her cover was, she a mover and shaker at CBS Asia. Midvalley Hornfreak had no reason to think of Erik’s new Asian girlfriend as a PGS agent, and therefore relaxed around them. But when he saw the speed at which she moved at he knew she was PGS, and soon all elite artists of the organization would be sent to clean up the mess. Vash the arsehole. And now the PGS are running around at the speed of sound trying to kill you.
For Nicholas D Wolfwood, there is no such thing as mercy in this desert land? Lawless and distant from the motherland, makes for all the more people in this sector to reach out to him and need his words of encouragement. They need to hear that there are the Hands and Deeds that support them. A priest like figure walks on a desolate plain, wandering without a destination. He carries a load on his back, as if it is the very symbol of the Snake Institution. Unwounded by the reality that he cannot escape he persists to be merry, his eyes stay calm. His other name is “Chapel”. His destination is not yet in sight.
The call he got was simple too. PGS agent run, code 1567# 769-800-780. Eliminate. Package to Central, delivery Stockholm. His soft eyes read the code and slowly pushed the sequence into his Phi, and all her encoded information with following code resolutions, bank information appeared, anything and everything that led to her. The PGS knew everything; everything except that she was “Meryl Stryfe”, because she didn’t exist in their world. Meryl Stryfe had never been part of PGS because up until this point she had never been anything, but a clerk teller at the head offices of the bank of Hong Kong, holding a Chinese passport. Her job was traveling around to local branches and giving small talks about progress and other pleasant subjects. Her prime style gave her that touch of class to carry this of.
The PGS had a very particular way of being close, close to each other and close to any task they took upon themselves to complete. The PGS based most of the training on the way of the Ninja. The Ninja was a fighting unit, trained to fight in single combat or and as well in small attack teams. The code of the fighting Ninja was one of total trust and loyalty to the master and the group. There could never be any deviation from the way of the group. To become strong you must first learn the strength discipline, then the strength of obedience and finally the strength of the grass straw in the wind, only then will you begin to understand the path to strength. To achieve it is something else. As a small group they knew each other well enough to have killed each other, yet they were tied well enough together to stop the slaughter they could have ravaged on one and other.
Nicholas D Wolfwood was the first of the PGS respond unit to arrive at the scene, as the place was crawling with anti-terrorists police and the local boys in white shirts, he played it low key. Over the last century, hundreds of immigrating individuals, has passed into the zone already, since the meteors had fallen on the planet, scorching the surface, dimming the sun and turning endless green plateaus to become of sand raging in the wind, people barely survived on the surface of the planet, dependent on the technology.
In an environment exposed to severe thirst and hunger, what rule this harsh world are the most fundamental concepts of survival. In the smell of blood and gun smoke, violence takes the shape of lead bullets and rules over the land. Entrusting their lives today to the ugly violence but beautiful steel weapons. Wolfwood had started his Chapel in these first camps. He had seen the misery that these men and women must put up with to be able to survive. He had grown into the man he was today in the Zone, that’s why he became PGS to win the War. Nicholas D Wolfwood had the true nature of a revolutionary leader; able to give others hope and help them act outside the frame of the their training. Wolfwood had managed to infiltrate the PGS for the first time, giving him access to what he needed to build his Chapel in the wilderness. A wilderness even the PGS wouldn’t follow him into.
Michael Surleson didn’t really exist he was a constructs of Nicholas D Wolfwood mind, Midvalley Hornfreak and Legato Bluesummers where dead. Mr. Smith had slowly but surly been set up to make large payments for illegal diamonds smuggled out of South Africa. In fact what he had been buying was a synthetic diamond new on the market but of much less cash worth. These chemical pressure-cooked diamonds are perfect for industrial use but are seen as a poor replacement for the jewelry business. Once the seemingly perfect deal was struck Nicholas and Meryl then took over the rolls of Michael Surleson, Legato Bluesummers and Midvalley Hornfreak. Midvalley Hornfreak was killed and Nicholas took over his assignments. Legato Bluesummers was killed when he turned up in a deal that involved Midvalley, they had no choice but to kill her and let Meryl take over her deliveries, which caused some serious problems, the Bernadelli Insurance Group where beginning to get confused as to what their curriers were doing, all that were left alive were Zazi the Beast and Raidei the Blade. The PGS were about to see the true aim of their quest for each and every cell contained the seed of the Chapel of Truth of Tale, this seed was designed to take down any operation they were involved in and move the cash to the Chapel.
Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted.
Military tactics are like unto water; for water in its natural course runs away from high places and hastens downwards. So in wars the way is to avoid what is strong and strike at what is weak. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected. All warfare is based on deception.
She was dressed in a large green long coat, it looked like something from the 18 hundreds with a matching green top hat Raidei the Blade had a very unfeminine physic; Zazi the Beast had a black half long woolen coat with a white beard and a black beret. The child had an overall on. All three where in he boat, the man who was in fact the lady, climbed uneasily around to where the child was standing still. The man spoke in German about buying vanilla éclairs from the bakery to chuff the child with. The woman in the green costume seemed to be of the same idea that the child needed chuffing with cream buns, in spite of it’s almost Zen like stillness of the child on the climbing frame. They never really had a prayer.
The End. Part 2
My heart goes out to you, and in the “Heligaste” of names of Loki “the giver” and Oden “the seer”, I call upon you to protect them and hold you safely within the realms of the living, until their time has come to pass before Queen Hel when she shall judge with her own eyes and hear the truth of you song with her own ears. Now that’s what I call a blessing.
The car swerved and slipped slightly, as the powerful motor pulled them round the smooth cobbled stoned streets of northwestern Sicily, Palermo. Do any cars in Italy have breaks? Or are breaks considered the cowards way out of corners with over a hundred meters fall to the next level of cliff face, a certain death.
Eric Craven just happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time in the long run. It was no accident that Meryl Stryfe stood in the way of Vash the Stampede that late wet autumn evening in the municipal baths of Palermo. Before his carbon electric magnetic whip had curved its first full whiplash, she had fired two shots into the center of Vash’s head, two exploding bullets into his heart and one bullet down the optic nerve of his right eye, causing extreme disorientation and a blinding light of pain to stop the man dead in his tracks.
Vash held a heavier gun, a macho thing, which only fired exploding bullets, which is why he only managed to get three shots fired while she managed to get of five shots. The three bullets that had left Vash’s gun where all heading toward Eric Craven. The unlucky part for Erik was that Vash miscalculated the path of the bullets fired at him from Meryl. The ancient acoustics of the room had distorted the center of fire, causing it to seem not to be coming from Meryl to the right of Vash, but coming from the middle of Erik. Erik who happened to be standing face on to Vash. This is why all the three bullets Vash had fired found themselves making holes of some impressive dimension through the head and upper torso of Erik Craven, an unarmed rock musician, on his second date with an Asian girl called Shin Eiy. She seemed like a nice quite girl from Japan until for some unknown reason she started to fire several guns into this guy walking into the public toilets at, St Madre de Sequlcia Square, commonly known as the Municipal baths in Palermo.
She had not planned to kill Vash on the open street, and especially not in a urinal nor had she planned to kill him at this particular moment in time. She moved quickly through his outer body Armour to get to the package and remove it before anything else went wrong. Eric Craven lay in his own blood, twitching to the last of his own personal electric current. She vanished away into the back allies and down some steep inclines towards where the taxis stood to get the tourists up and down the cliff face to the popular tourist resort that was at the bottom of the cliff face.
She was not traveling under her real name; she never did, as she was an operative PGS Agent. Seeing Vash in Palermo meant only one thing, the delivery had gone wrong, Vash should not be here, he shouldn’t be anywhere near any other currier. She was following Midvalley Hornfreak; as soon as two curriers appeared at the same place at the same time things were code red, they hadn’t spoke to each other or given an sign that they knew of each others situation. This was of no consequence, they happened to be at the same “wrong” time and the same “wrong” place. She had taken the only possible cause of action, which she would now complete as quickly as possible, her mission to get the package to its destination as fast as possible. As Vash lay dead in his own blood, she had made the first call to Bernadelli Insurance Group and left the following message. Vash deal now PGS, delivery of package ASAP, no further Information till De-B.
Charter airports are not the easiest to get out of in a hurry especially if there has been an execution style of murder on the streets. “We never know what tomorrow may bring. Someday we will be blown by the wind and absorbed into the sandy earth”. That sentence haunted her mind; Nick had said it to her, Nicholas D Wolfwood. It blew chills down her icy nerves, but why? Her mind raced in a way so unusual that she felt faint; the driving of the so-called taxi driver didn’t help her overpowering sense of nausea.
Erik’s unfortunate death was a shame, he had no idea of what he had stumbled across when he walked down the stairs to the urinal, so now he will have walk about in limbo for a while looking for peace of mind and a way out of impossible chaos of mistimed death. The crow Hugin had been sat for a while staring at the lifeless body of Erik Craven on the blood stained floor of Palermo municipal urinal. Cravens’ time had not yet come; Hugin flew of to make his rapport of limbo dancer in Palermo. Vash had been greatly disorientated by the acoustics from the room; they were rather extreme to say the least, but with several exploding rounds going off simultaneously, they made a surround sound effect that was impossible to judge position on instincts. And instinct was all you had at this speed in a gunfight.
The room in which Vash and Erik died was a giant underground urinal; fully coverer in green square glassed tiling with a shorter wall at the back being the urinal itself, a steel metal plate that ended in a gully. A long the left hand side of the wall there was one hand basin to wash your hands. The room itself gave the impression of being a very large dark green open space. There lay the body of Vash the Stampede from the Bernadelli Insurance Group and Erik Craven a young rock guitarist brutally killed by a ruthless gang of criminals. The urinal in Palermo municipal baths is an exact copy of the urinal at Brighton Station. The ruthless gang of criminals that had gun downed, rock star and Insurance agent were Meryl Stryfe and Vash himself.
Midvalley Hornfreak slipped into his personal invisible mode as soon as he heard the explosive rounds coming from the lower end of the stairs. A white streak flew round the bend up the stairs as Midvalley managed to press his thin body through two pillars to the side of the stairwell. Meryl felt Hornfreaks presence, but needed to move as fast as possible from the scene of the slaying before the place was crawling with armed response units. Hornfreak had been playing alto sax with Erik Craven on the album he was cutting in Palermo. That was why Meryl was in Palermo. She had to meet with Erik and Midvalley Hornfreak under her assumed name of Shin Eiy, her cover was, she a mover and shaker at CBS Asia. Midvalley Hornfreak had no reason to think of Erik’s new Asian girlfriend as a PGS agent, and therefore relaxed around them. But when he saw the speed at which she moved at he knew she was PGS, and soon all elite artists of the organization would be sent to clean up the mess. Vash the arsehole. And now the PGS are running around at the speed of sound trying to kill you.
For Nicholas D Wolfwood, there is no such thing as mercy in this desert land? Lawless and distant from the motherland, makes for all the more people in this sector to reach out to him and need his words of encouragement. They need to hear that there are the Hands and Deeds that support them. A priest like figure walks on a desolate plain, wandering without a destination. He carries a load on his back, as if it is the very symbol of the Snake Institution. Unwounded by the reality that he cannot escape he persists to be merry, his eyes stay calm. His other name is “Chapel”. His destination is not yet in sight.
The call he got was simple too. PGS agent run, code 1567# 769-800-780. Eliminate. Package to Central, delivery Stockholm. His soft eyes read the code and slowly pushed the sequence into his Phi, and all her encoded information with following code resolutions, bank information appeared, anything and everything that led to her. The PGS knew everything; everything except that she was “Meryl Stryfe”, because she didn’t exist in their world. Meryl Stryfe had never been part of PGS because up until this point she had never been anything, but a clerk teller at the head offices of the bank of Hong Kong, holding a Chinese passport. Her job was traveling around to local branches and giving small talks about progress and other pleasant subjects. Her prime style gave her that touch of class to carry this of.
The PGS had a very particular way of being close, close to each other and close to any task they took upon themselves to complete. The PGS based most of the training on the way of the Ninja. The Ninja was a fighting unit, trained to fight in single combat or and as well in small attack teams. The code of the fighting Ninja was one of total trust and loyalty to the master and the group. There could never be any deviation from the way of the group. To become strong you must first learn the strength discipline, then the strength of obedience and finally the strength of the grass straw in the wind, only then will you begin to understand the path to strength. To achieve it is something else. As a small group they knew each other well enough to have killed each other, yet they were tied well enough together to stop the slaughter they could have ravaged on one and other.
Nicholas D Wolfwood was the first of the PGS respond unit to arrive at the scene, as the place was crawling with anti-terrorists police and the local boys in white shirts, he played it low key. Over the last century, hundreds of immigrating individuals, has passed into the zone already, since the meteors had fallen on the planet, scorching the surface, dimming the sun and turning endless green plateaus to become of sand raging in the wind, people barely survived on the surface of the planet, dependent on the technology.
In an environment exposed to severe thirst and hunger, what rule this harsh world are the most fundamental concepts of survival. In the smell of blood and gun smoke, violence takes the shape of lead bullets and rules over the land. Entrusting their lives today to the ugly violence but beautiful steel weapons. Wolfwood had started his Chapel in these first camps. He had seen the misery that these men and women must put up with to be able to survive. He had grown into the man he was today in the Zone, that’s why he became PGS to win the War. Nicholas D Wolfwood had the true nature of a revolutionary leader; able to give others hope and help them act outside the frame of the their training. Wolfwood had managed to infiltrate the PGS for the first time, giving him access to what he needed to build his Chapel in the wilderness. A wilderness even the PGS wouldn’t follow him into.
Michael Surleson didn’t really exist he was a constructs of Nicholas D Wolfwood mind, Midvalley Hornfreak and Legato Bluesummers where dead. Mr. Smith had slowly but surly been set up to make large payments for illegal diamonds smuggled out of South Africa. In fact what he had been buying was a synthetic diamond new on the market but of much less cash worth. These chemical pressure-cooked diamonds are perfect for industrial use but are seen as a poor replacement for the jewelry business. Once the seemingly perfect deal was struck Nicholas and Meryl then took over the rolls of Michael Surleson, Legato Bluesummers and Midvalley Hornfreak. Midvalley Hornfreak was killed and Nicholas took over his assignments. Legato Bluesummers was killed when he turned up in a deal that involved Midvalley, they had no choice but to kill her and let Meryl take over her deliveries, which caused some serious problems, the Bernadelli Insurance Group where beginning to get confused as to what their curriers were doing, all that were left alive were Zazi the Beast and Raidei the Blade. The PGS were about to see the true aim of their quest for each and every cell contained the seed of the Chapel of Truth of Tale, this seed was designed to take down any operation they were involved in and move the cash to the Chapel.
Whoever is first in the field and awaits the coming of the enemy, will be fresh for the fight; whoever is second in the field and has to hasten to battle will arrive exhausted.
Military tactics are like unto water; for water in its natural course runs away from high places and hastens downwards. So in wars the way is to avoid what is strong and strike at what is weak. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected. All warfare is based on deception.
She was dressed in a large green long coat, it looked like something from the 18 hundreds with a matching green top hat Raidei the Blade had a very unfeminine physic; Zazi the Beast had a black half long woolen coat with a white beard and a black beret. The child had an overall on. All three where in he boat, the man who was in fact the lady, climbed uneasily around to where the child was standing still. The man spoke in German about buying vanilla éclairs from the bakery to chuff the child with. The woman in the green costume seemed to be of the same idea that the child needed chuffing with cream buns, in spite of it’s almost Zen like stillness of the child on the climbing frame. They never really had a prayer.
The End. Part 2
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