(End) Chapter 5: Soldier, Helen and a messenger
"This should be the place." The messenger in a black coat and a black shirt said to Helen. "With the money we paid you to find it, it had BETTER be." Replied Helen. The man walked towards the door which seemed like it had holes, he found out later they were what Jane Doe (BLU Soldier) used to neck snap any 'unwanted' visitors.
He knocked first and quickly Helen had told him to 'duck'. He bent down quickly right before 10 shotgun shells burst through both holes in the door. Helen told him to stay down at all costs and he listened. Suddenly a voice came from inside the room: "Hey there friend," said the friendly and calm voice, "why don't you come over to the 2 holes in the door and let me....NECK SNAP! HUTTAH!" Soldier's arms came out of the hole and did a neck snap on the messenger unsuccessfully. "Alright, you can come in." Said a now disappointed voice (confirmed Soldier's).
The messenger went inside to find Soldier hiding behind a tilted table aiming a shotgun at him. "Unless you're the soup delivery man, YOU HAVE ENTERED A DOOR OF SUFFERING INTO AN APARTMENT OF PAIN!" Cried out Jane Doe. With that, the messenger opened up his coat to reveal a TV showing Helen's face.
"Mr. Doe, I am going to make this straight and clear, we're going to pay you to kill your best friend, and if you don't, we will take you to the nearest gravel pit and shoot you." Helen said plainly. "WELL THEN YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SHOOT ME BECAUSE I WILL NOT KILL DEMOMAN!" Yelled Jane. "Mr. Doe, he said yes when his employer offered him the same deal." Helen said. "You expect me to believe that?" Questioned Jane. With that, Demoman's face appeared on the TV and it said in a weird robot voice, "*bzzt*I-will-kill-the-soldier*bzzt*,*bzzt*He-is-a-bad-friend*bzzt*, *bzzt*He-is-not-a-real-soldier*bzzt*, *bzzt*He-is-a-civilian*bzzt*." "Ci-civilian? He promis- HE IS A DEAD MAN!" Screamed Jane.
"Good choice Mr. Doe, we will send weapons everyday for you to complete the task. The first will be a precision instrument. It won't be useful randomly firing it around, but it will worth it hitting specific targets. Kill the feed Miss Pauling."
THE END....for now.
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