1936: The Shadow Warriors – Chapter SevenPosted: December 24, 2017
Title: The Shadow Warriors
Author: Shadow knight1121
Topic: Justice League
URL: Chapter 7
Critiqued by BatJamags (GoodJamags)
Hello once again, patrons! I’m back with more of The Shadow Warriors, the fic that’s so edgy it’s a dodecagon.
I mean, just look at all that edge!
Chapter 7: Here To Stay
Oh, that’s unfortunate. I was really hoping you’d go away, but I guess the seventy-chapter nightmare indicates otherwise.
Authors Note: Okay people, here is the chapter I have been waiting for.
I thought last chapter was the chapter you were waiting for. Consistency, author.
The first team battle of the Shadow Knights.
Shadow “Knights?” Did you forget the title of your own fic?
Author: Shadow knight1121
Oh, OK. He’s just given up on pretending that Edgelord and co. aren’t Gary Stu self-inserts.
This is where I show the co-operation of the team and the abilities and weaknesses of the Warriors.
And I’m sure much caring will happen in the meantime. Right, guys?
I hope I write the characters right and I hope you all enjoy.
This is where reader OC submissions fall apart. If you have to hope that you’re getting the characters right, you can’t write them well. You need to be totally in command of the characters before you can properly let them do their own thing. I know that sounds contradictory, but it made sense in my head, so I’m sure we’ve got a mind reader somewhere in the Library who can parse it all out.
Also, I’ve gotten PM’s from Danielwilks and Spartan S-999 about some villain OC’s and girlfriend OC’s I am all for it go ahead.
Oh, that’s gonna hurt when we get to that.
Whatever will drag the story out and help people get a better understanding of their characters.
You’re seriously admitting that you’re trying to drag the story out? Why do some authors write for length instead of just giving the story the time it needs?
Muffled Voice: One insecurity point for every inch!
Stories aren’t measured in inches.
Muffled Voice: They should be!
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman just my oc’s and none more.
Yes, author, we read it the first six times, and it wasn’t useful then, either.
Shadow and his team made it outside of the steel mill and observed the security set up of the place. He looked through his scope lens and saw a few guards patrolling the gates and three more on the roof. There were also two spot lights installed on the front corners of the roof that constantly scanned the area.
Shadow took a breath and turned to his team.
Edgelord: Well, guys, it looks like we’re fucked.
“Okay, I scoped the place out.” Shadow explained. “There are three guards standing guard in front of the main doors and three more on the roof.
Hmm… Did I fix that issue with the gas line?
Red I need you to take out the three on the roof and Hitgirl I need you to take down the ground and Ronin the second those lights move away from the middle I want you to sprint towards the wall and climb up and give us a layout of the inside. Can you do that?”
And I assume this will go according to plan and none of these six-ish (eight-ish, counting the ones operating the spotlights) guards will notice what’s going on and call for reinforcements. Honestly, if these are just generic goons, our “heroes” (sorry, “warriors”) are so overpowered they could steamroll through the entire complex without bothering with stealth.
Red and Hitgirl nodded as they screwed the silencers on their rifles.
Muffled Voice: Bow chicka bow wow!
Ronin nodded as he pulled out his scalers. Red and Hitgirl took position on the edge of the cliff as Ronin readied himself to run.
There really aren’t many cliffs in Gotham. Most of it’s urban and flat (other than the buildings), and the rest is just kind of swampy.
They waited for the lights to reach the middle and the second the middle of the path was darkened they made their move. Ronin took off towards the middle as the two snipers picked off the guards.
Middle middle middle middle middle middle middle middle.
*Alarms blare a lot*
So, funny story: I think I forgot to clean up those landmines I left outside.
So anyway, how about Comrade Communist and Agent 63 just straight-up murdering six-ish guys, huh? Our heroes (sorry, “warriors”), ladies and gentlemen. The Shadow Kill count isn’t even worth it anymore, if they’re not even going to pretend not to be serial killers.
The second their bodies hit the ground Ronin was already at the wall stabbing his scalers into it.
Weeaboo is faster than a speeding bullet? We know that all of these overpowered jerks are more powerful than locomotives [Note from THE FUTURE: Literally, they stop a train in a couple chapters.], so let’s just hope he can’t leap tall buildings in a single bound.
He made it to the top under a minute and made his way over to one of the spotlights.
Well, nevermind. I guess he can do that, too.
He examined the spotlights and noticed that there was a small camera attached to the sides. He placed a small chip on the side of each camera and pulled out a small blinker. He pointed it out to his team and clicked the light three times he waited a second before Shadow blinked back and motioned for his team to follow.
I have no idea what happened there.
“Red, Hitgirl I need you two to be our eyes and ears. If you see someone move in take them out. I’ll radio for you if we need your help got it?” He asked.
I wonder if those six guys had families. Maybe some of them didn’t even want to be working for Two-Face but were threatened.
“Got it boss.” Red said as Hitgirl cringed at taking orders. Shadow knew she wanted to go with Reaper but she also knew she had a job to do. She nodded her head and aimed through her scope as the team moved out.
Agent 63 is really clingy, and that’s creeping me out.
They had made it to the doors and hid the bodies in the dark as Reaper radioed to Ronin.
Applying awkward and asinine alliteration!
“Hey, we made it did you put those chips on the cameras?” He asked.
I guess you could say the cameras have…
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
A chip on their shoulder.
Muffled Voice: Don’t make me come up there and Door you!
“Yeah, you’re sure that they worked?” Ronin asked.
Sovereign: Actually, they didn’t. I was just trying to get you spotted so that they’d come kill you.
“The person on the other side of the monitors is just watching stock footage.” Reaper gloated.
Another helpful tip for writing likable characters: Gloating goes along with smirking and sneering in terms of things the aforementioned likable characters shouldn’t be doing. Though, honestly, that’s not much of a gloat anyway. That’s like if I said “I wrote a riff.” It’s not really gloating because it’s just a fact. It’s like a Stupard-quip.
“Okay, when I was down there I saw that you needed a key card and a password for the door.” Ronin explained.
Or you could just break the lock.
“Yeah we got the card but what about the password?” Gauntlet groaned.
I mean, it’s really not that hard.
“Leave it to me.” Breeze said as she pressed a button on her glasses.
Sure, it would make some noise, but with the firepower these psychos are bringing to bear, subtlety kind of went out the window already.
She saw four glowing finger prints on the four, one, and zero.
That’s three keys.
She grinned as she swiped the card down the slot and pressed the four once, the one once and the zero twice. The lights turned green and the door opened as everyone looked at her in shock.
No idea how she knew to press them in that precise order.
“What, Two-Face is predictable. He’s good and evil and the numbers excluding the one extra zero spells genesis 4:10 Caine and Abel good and evil. He’s way too predictable.” She gloated.
But why two zeroes? Why do you know that one specific Bible verse? And why are you gloating?
“See why I love her?” Shadow asked. “Okay, Ronin you’re our eyes on the inside. So move quick and quietly got it?”
You’re making this so complicated…
“Got it.” Ronin said as he crawled into a nearby vent.
“Okay, let’s move in guys.” Shadow ordered.
If you’re just going to go in immediately, what was the point of sending Weeaboo in ahead of you?
The team moved in quietly as the hid behind crates and other large objects.
As they moved in the team started to notice that the guards weren’t ordinary thugs for hire they actually looked like trained mercs.
Ah, and you knew this because of the thing and blue and such.
They weren’t even wearing Two-Face’s signature half n half suits and they knew that Dent was real strict when it came to those.
Eeyup. Ol’ Harv’s real strict ‘bout them there half ‘n’ half suits.
“Dent would never let anyone apart of his gang wear street clothes.” Dusk asked.
Ah, and trained mercenaries are well known for wearing street clothes.
“Most people don’t wear bullet proof vest and black sneaking suits in the streets Dusk.” Breeze said.
I said it first.
Also, “sneaking suits?” Really? What is this, Metal Gear Solid?
“Fuck the clothes, look at those guns.” Gauntlet asked.
Yeah, I mean look at them!
LOOK AT THEM!
That’s… not a question. At all.
“They look government issued.” Reaper said.
That’s horribly non-specific. What do you mean? Are these guys carrying M-16s or something? Is it just that they’re all using the same model of assault rifle? What about the guns looks government issued?
Thanatos had a special pair of goggles that let him examine the guns and gave him a full description of the guns. They had a variety of assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles and explosives.
Thanks, that’s very helpful.
“These guns are not garden variety among the traditional gangs or mobsters.” Thanatos explained.
Thank you, Iron Punisher, but we’ve more than established this already.
“Striker, M4A1, P90 and Barrett .50cal. You can’t get these guns anywhere in the back alleys merchants of Gotham. Hell even if Dent did get these off the black market he couldn’t get this many without having the UN on his ass.”
Why the UN? I feel like it would be more the FBI (or something of that stripe), and maybe Interpol if the guns were imported.
“Not to mention moving all the guns. Someone would have noticed a disfigured man moving crates of deadly fire power from planes, trains and through the streets of Gotham. There’s no way no one wouldn’t have noticed.” Phoenix pointed out.
Hang on. First of all, Two-Face probably wouldn’t do it himself, or would at least wear a mask. Second of all, the only difficult part is getting them from the plane. Then, all they’d have to do is put the guns in unmarked crates, and unless Superman’s watching them, no one would really notice.
“Hmm, nice deductive work kid.” Breeze said as she rubbed the kids head.
“Yeah, but here’s the thing I’m scanning the serial numbers on the guns and they weren’t stolen they were bought and paid for.” Thanatos grunted.
I’d assume so, since the owner would notice these things going missing. It’s more interesting that they didn’t come off the black market than that they were purchased.
“What the hell is going on here?” Breeze asked.
Two-Face brought in professional mercenaries to help him do his dirty work.
“I fear this goes deeper and darker than even Dent or Big Bad Harv dare to go.” Reaper said cryptically as everyone felt a small shiver go through their bodies. “This place has a great evil surrounding it.”
Sovereign’s a Jedi now.
Better Story Ideas than This One count: 3
“Yeah well, why don’t we go find Harvey and find out what he knows.” Shadow said as he activated his cloaking.
Which was never mentioned before now.
He snuck over to the guards and took them all out in a matter of seconds. He dismantled their guns as he motioned for his team to move on.
And again, none of the guards were watching each other to notice that their buddies were getting taken out by an invisible man.
Ronin was currently shifting around in the vents trying to see if he could get any info from the ground below.
Can you please stop being so vague?
He moved down further down the vents when he came upon an open vent. He peeked through it to see Two-Face talking on a cell phone next to one of the cybernetic suits.
But only one of the suits, even though it would make sense for all of them to be placed together.
Ronin placed on an earpiece and tried to listen in on the call.
Because he just has a magic call-listening earpiece somehow.
“I don’t know the lab was burned down and someone slaughtered my men getting you those damn suits.” Harvey said.
Oh, well if you don’t know, then someone should tell you!
“Yes, I hear that a new group of vigilantes are causing you a lot of trouble.” A voice modulator said on the other line. Ronin raised an eyebrow under his mask and continued listening on the call.
Really? I would’ve expected him to stop listening and move on. *Headdesk*
“They would have never known it was me if you didn’t send Clayface to rob that bank.” Harvey asked.
That’s. Not. A question. And besides, why would they have Clayface pretend to be Two-Face just to rob a bank that they weren’t supposed to rob?
He then started to grumble as he switched personas. “We don’t need money we needed weapons but then you had us waste our men for these suits which none of my men know how to use. On top of that you had Croc place those bombs underneath major buildings all around Gotham and got even more heat on me!”
Yes, author, I read the fic too.
“Mr. Dent, we gave you the weapons you wanted to ensure you would take over any territory you wished.” The voice chuckled. “And in exchange you gave us the suites and the information on these new warriors. Our transaction is complete you and I have nothing else to discuss. What happens to you and your men is off little concern to me…actually it is of no concern to me.”
Phone Guy: I will now exposit my whole plan to you so that it can be overheard by the heroes (sorry, “warriors”).
“Argh…You listen to me!”Two-Face roared.“I am nobodys fall guy!”
Actually, it sounds like you are his fall guy.
“Actually, you are my fall guy,” The voice chuckled.
“Didn’t you think it was strange that I gave you a lot of unique fire power for little work, or that I had you steal three suits when I left you one, or the fact that I have you blamed for every crime that has happened in Gotham?” The wheels in both Ronin and Two-Faces head were starting to spin as the mysterious voice continued. “I wanted to see if the new heroes would be what I had hoped and they were.”
Muffled Voice: Phone Guy is Edgelord! He’s behind the whole thing!
It is sounding more and more like that, isn’t it?
“What about the men you left me, I’ll tell them that you are planning on selling them out!” Two-Face yelled.
*Rubs temple* Be consistent with your obnoxious formatting, author. Two-Face doesn’t use italics here.
“My men are prepared to die or get caught for our cause. That’s what it take to be a true leader unlike you who hires the nearest drunk to work for him. Now, you had better get ready the mysterious heroes are closing in.”
And this guy knows this because…?
Muffled Voice: He’s Edgelord!
Yes, you’ve made your point.
The line went dead as Two-Face threw the phone on the ground and smashed it to pieces.
Hey, now, those things are expensive!
He called in some of his men who looked like trained mercs
Yes, you’ve made that very clear already.
and ordered them to double security.
Even though they presumably have limited manpower.
As Two-Face left the room screaming about killing the guy on the phone
– without mentioning his name somehow –
Ronin radioed Shadow.
Snip Weeaboo telling Edgelord what we just read. And then snip Edgelord telling Weeaboo what we read when we were dealing with him.
“What the hell is going on?” He asked.
Bad writing. Really repetitive bad writing.
“I don’t know but-”
He was cut off when spot lights started flashing down on the team and they were encountered by multiple mercs.
Who was cut off? One of the Formless Voices?
“Why did you cut one of us off?”
“That’s rude, you know.”
“Yeah, didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?”
Oh, get back in your box.
Two-Face stepped out as he was accompanied by the exoskeleton.
“Well, the bastard wasn’t lying you are here.” Dent said as he rolled his coin along his knuckles.
Edgelord: Yes, I am, and I’ll be taking my suit back.
“Who hired you Dent, you’re not smart enough to pull off something like this.” Shadow said as his crew took an offensive pose.
You say that like you haven’t already heard about his employer.
“Screw you,” His other half yelled. “I was given an opportunity to take over Gotham and I took it. When I’m through with you freaks I’m gonna go after Cobblepot, Joker and the Bat and no one will stop me!”
And he says that like he hasn’t already been betrayed.
“That’s a great plan.” Gauntlet said as his hands started to glow orange. “But first you have to deal with us.”
It’s actually a non-specific and poorly prioritized plan.
“Oh don’t worry neither of you will be leaving here alive!” Two-Face said as he pulled out his .45. “Kill them all!”
Two-Face is still the hero (sorry, “war-” nevermind, that doesn’t work here) in this situation.
His men pointed their weapons at them and opened fired.
Before they could hit them Thanatos changed into his suit and pulled out his shield. He stood in front of his team blocking a massive barrage of bullets while his team remained safe. After a few seconds of firing clips started to go empty as the mercs started reaching for their clips.
You’d think they’d notice Iron Punisher’s shield was blocking their bullets before they ran out of ammo.
“Gauntlet!” Shadow yelled as Gauntlet aimed his hands out at the mercs.
“Okay, here goes nothing!” He shouted as his hands started glowing orange. After a few seconds mercs started screaming in pain as they dropped their guns and their hands were smoking. They looked down at their guns to see the handles glowing orange. “Hey I can transfer concentrated heat to people’s weapons.”
Wow, what a convenient power to introduce completely out of the blue!
“You learn something new every day!” Reaper said as he ran past him and towards the mercs.
He activated the stun mode on his scythe and started cutting away at the mercs.
I’m sorry, what was that?
stun mode on his scythe
*Snerk* Yeah, no. Pretty sure outdated farming equipment doesn’t stun. Snipe*, maybe. Stun, no.
[Note from THE FUTURE: Why did you have to say that?]
He was careful to avoid any major arteries as electricity surged through their bodies knocking them out cold. When another merc pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Reaper, Reaper pointed the end of his scythe at him and fired a stun prod at him. It clenched to his chest sending volts of electricity through his body causing him to scream in pain before falling down.
Why are you bothering with nonlethal? I mean, six-ish people were killed in cold blood outside. What’s your problem?
Now snip a fight between Iron Punisher and the mercenary in the suit. It’s not that bad, but it’s not interesting either.
With one powerful swing he brought his sword down and sliced through his armor. He then spun around and landed a cut across his stomach and finished with a powerful thrust through his stomach. The merc let out a gasp as blood splattered on the inside of his helmet. He looked up at Thanatos and saw his gold eye through an open crack on his helmet.
“Your suit may be more advanced, but you are inexperienced.” Thanatos snorted as he pulled his blade from his stomach. The merc slumped onto the ground as pieces of his armor clattered on the floor.
Oh, and another brutal murder. Lovely.
Thanatos the slumped to the ground as Gauntlet fell next to him. His ankle was twisted from that cable as Shadow rushed over to him.
“You guys okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, my ankles just a little sore from that cable.” Gauntlet grunted as Phoenix rushed over to him.
“Okay, I’m going to go after Two-Face,” He said as he turned to his team. “Breeze, I want you to get these guys out of here Reaper your with me. Dusk I want you to protect her.”
“You got it.” He said as Breeze helped Thanatos and Phoenix helped Gauntlet up.
Gripping dialogue, though, am I right?
“Red are come in,” Shadow said on his earpiece.
Are you mocking the exaggerated Russian accent that he has in my head?
“Red…Hitgirl?” He asked as the line remained silent.
Oh, no. Comrade Communist and Agent 63 might be dead.
Meanwhile on the outside Red Crosshairs and Hitgirl were currently hiding behind a crate of scrap metal dodging a lone gunmen’s bullets.
Oh, yay. They aren’t. Glad that was resolved, or otherwise there would’ve been tension.
Red knew that the shooter was none other than Deadshot who was currently seeking revenge.
He knew this because… well, he just knew it. Go with it.
“Listen I have an idea,” He said to his partner. “I will draw his fire while you get a beat and take him out.”
“You sure?” She asked. “Not that I suck but you have those cool eyes you could probably spot him and pick him with little to no effort.”
“True, but I can dodge the bullets. That way no one else gets hurt.” He said as he nodded at her. She nodded back as she readied her gun.
That is an incredibly generic plan that is stupid on several levels.
Red rushed out from behind the crate and fired his dessert eagle
Snip exactly the thing Comrade Communist planned happening. Also, Agent 63 shoots Deadshot, so that might be another murder.
“Are you okay, did he hit you?” She asked.
“No, you see while my powers are activated my eyes become extremely sensitive to bright lights.” He grunted. “I’ll be down for twenty minutes. What about the marksman?”
Twenty minutes?! Aside from that estimate being creepypasta levels of exact, if it’s going to take longer than, like, ten seconds for your eyes to recover from having a light shined at them, then you need medical attention.
“He’ll be down for twenty days.” She chuckled.
On the inside Ronin had just finished knocking down his fifth thug. He heard the doors open to see Shadow and Reaper rush in. They both walked up to him and examined the area.
“Are you okay?” Reaper asked.
“Yes, I got the drop on them and took them out with ease.” Ronin said.
“Where’s Dent?” Shadow asked.
“Up here.” A voice said as they looked up to see Dent on a cat walk.
I’d be snarking more often, but there’s really not much here.
“Enough of this crap Dent who hired you. You’re not smart enough to pull a job off like this!” Shadow yelled.
I’m getting the strangest feeling of déjà vu.
“Screw you, I’m the one in charge now and you little bustards are dead!” He yelled.
“We’ve taken out all of your men,” Reaper said in a monotone voice. “And any help you would have hired are locked up in Arkham. You have no one else.” Dent chuckled darkly as he walked back into the darkness.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
Yeah, you really should’ve expected that he would have at least a couple goons left over to protect him.
The three were taken back by that as they tried to figure out what he had meant. They then felt a small tremor through the floor as they looked behind them and heard something growling.
“Solomon Grundy,” A voice growled.
*Sigh* Am I going to have to snip another fight seen?
“Born on a Monday,” He stepped forward. “Christened on Tuesday, married on Wednesday!” He roared as he towered over them.
“Took ill on Thursday.” Ronin said.
“Grew worse on Friday.” Reaper said.
“Died on Saturday.” Shadow said.
“Buried on Sunday.” Grundy finished.
Shadow drew his sword, Reaper readied his scythe and Ronin held out his scalers.
“This is the end of Solomon Grundy.” They said in simultaneously.
Well, that was asinine on multiple levels.
Snip a bit of fighting.
He tackled Grundy in his stomach and knocked him down onto the ground. He climbed up on his chest and started punching him in his pale face.
And snip a bit more fighting. Shockingly enough, our heroes (sorry, “warriors”) beat Grundy.
“Ugh, how the hell did he find Solomon Grundy?” Shadow asked.
It’s not like he’s particularly difficult to find.
“I don’t know or care, let’s just find Dent.” Ronin said.
Harvey was running to a helicopter when something struck his leg. He fell to the ground as he turned to see Shadow pointing his gun at him.
Edgelord was apparently disappointed that he didn’t get to murder Harvey at the bank, so he’s finishing the job.
“Woo, nowhere to run Dent.” Shadow said.
“Enough of the crap Dent,” Ronin snapped. “Who was the man you were talking to on the phone?”
“Screw you!” He shouted.
*Sigh* This is the third time we’ve had an exchange like this.
“Let’s settle this a different way.” Reaper said as he took Shadow’s gun and Dents coin. “Heads you tell us what we want to know. Tails I blow both of your brains out.”
Did Sovereign just turn evil?
Oh, he’s saying that Harvey has two brains.
He flipped the coin and everyone watched as it went up into the air. It shined from the fires as it twirled in the air. Reaper caught it and slapped it on the back of his hand as the coin read heads.
“Heads, now talk.” Reaper said.
Well, that’s convenient. How long until we find out that Sovereign has magnetism powers?
Dent was hesitant but then started to talk.
“I don’t know this guy sent me a crate of guns and guys sent to my warehouse.” He explained. “He said as payment that I had to cause a ruckus around town and get those suits your friend uses. he never contacted me personally and he always used a voice thing on the phone.”
Now, now, Harvey. You don’t accept crates of guns and guys from strange men.
“What about us, he wanted info on us?” Ronin asked.
“I don’t know I didn’t even know about you guys until a few nights ago.” He said. “He said he had eyes on you and when I asked he told me. That’s all I know I swear!”
Shadow stepped forward and took his gun back aiming it at Dent.
“Listen, tonight was a warning and we don’t tell twice. So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna stop robbing and killing people. I don’t care what you do I just want it to quiet down around here. This is our city and we want it to remain peaceful at night and if you so much as step out of line I swear on my mother’s grave we’ll be back and we’ll kill you.”
You’re not going to take that from this psycho, are you, Harvey?
“Okay.” Dent said.
Alright, nevermind then.
“Now say it back.” Shadow ordered.
“You want me to stop killing, you want your peace and you’ll kill me if I step out of line.” He said.
Oh, so it’s as easy as that? Just hold a gun to his head, and he’s reformed forever?
“And who are we?” Shadow asked.
Some boring edgelords?
“I don’t know.” He said.
Then how did Phone Guy tell you about them?
“That’s right, you don’t know. Let that little mystery keep you up at night.” Shadow said as he motioned for his team to follow. “Let’s go guys.”
And you’re really reusing your line from the first chapter? I’ll admit, it was a little cool then (which means it’s probably ripped off from something), but now it’s just cheesy.
The team started to walk away as Shadow lit a lighter and threw it on the ground. The flame started to for a pattern on the ground as they walked off into the night.
Somehow. Let’s go with magic.
Commissioner Jim Gordon was currently arresting anyone who wasn’t dead as he looked down at the symbol on the ground. He felt a familiar presence as he turned to see Batman towering over him.
“What happened here Jim?” He asked.
Gordon: Dent’s men were slaughtered. It’s a massacre.
“Some illegal weapons that Dent had holed up here.” Gordon explained. “We also found scraps of one of those suits you mentioned earlier.”
Or he’ll just gloss over it and be more interested in what the victims were doing.
“Just one?” He asked.
“Yeah, and it’s in pieces.” Gorgon grumbled. “Who could have done something like this? Oh and there’s this symbol on the ground looks Japanese.”
Aha! The Japanese are the ones responsible! They must’ve sent ninjas to kill these random henchmen!
“It is.” Batman confirmed.
“What does it mean?” He asked. Batman grimaced as he knew exactly who did this.
“It’s Japanese for Shadow Warriors.”
Great job with the whole “you don’t know who we are” thing. The way you’ve set this up, nobody (who doesn’t speak Japanese and doesn’t have access to Google Translate) will be able to hunt you down!
And that’s the end. This was a long one, so I’m surprised I was actually able to get through it in one riff. I guess it helped that most of it was snippable fluff. So, I’ll be back next time with Chapter 8.
Shadow Kill count: Ridiculously high [DISCONTINUED]
Better Story Ideas than This One count: 3