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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Rain destruction upon all could he of steel and fire. Half the city would be pounded into the ground by his power. All the weapons at his disposal, yet he married the fiercest one on that day of flower. Underneath her fury all would cower. Their love and affection through rage and lust above all would tower. The powers that be had no choice but to rot and sour.<br/>
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Benjamin was close at her heel. He could carry how duffle bags in one go, but had to take an extra trip outside in the rain for the Rail Gun case. When they were all set, the man shut close the trunk and tapped the roof of the car in order to let the driver know that he was clear. The driver gave the man that look only other men understood concerning nightmarish women. Benjamin just shrugged. He was perfectly satisfied with having a raging monster for his wife. Coming inside, Talia was setting things up in a neat display that would keep them organized. The home, the castle, the order of things were her domains. He did not meddle with it unless it was illogical, which it rarely was.<br/>
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He took a moment to observe his undressing wife and the suit. The bulge in his silly spandex pants spared no modesty by inflating just a bit. How could it not? Her new apparel perfectly accentuated her forms, perhaps even pushing their boundaries beyond reason, and the bun in her hair was icing on the cake. “This was the ‘just wait until we get home’ thing? I like it,” Benjamin said while leaning against the doorframe leading into the bathroom, standing slightly behind his wife. She seemed rather smug and enticing about it, but the attitude was right up his alley. This was exactly what he wanted from her—a sexy warmachine Hell bent on bloodlust and vengeance. Perhaps it was he who would not be able to focus on the task at hand.<br/>
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The indication of Go Mission snapped him out of it. He moved with determination unlike any other. The tactical vest came out of one of the duffle bags and around his frame, along with the daggers. A harness with holsters carried by a belt went around his waist and locked around his thighs. He checked and loaded the two silenced Glocks, sliding them into their rightful place. The extra mags went into the appropriate pouches on the vest. Another harness came out of the bag that went around his frame and locked into the vest itself. Its holster across his back received the shotgun. The AR-15 was next. He checked, cocked, and locked, throwing its strap around his shoulders, carrying the weapon across his chest. The mounted contraption containing the power shield went onto his mechanical arm. His other limb, still of flesh and blood, wielded the sword infused with electricity around the edges of the blade. At the push of a button by the handle, the sword powered up and he gave it a couple of swings. It emitted a distinctly light-bluish hue along with a frightening, crackling and buzzing <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DAzagAAKiK7k&amp;hash=81bb7ace0a3059644e14fd3173e7f623" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzagAAKiK7k" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">sound</a>.<br/>
</span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_ZuPrwAu7BU&amp;hash=652e6c11bc783eb6075727f6053fe530" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZuPrwAu7BU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Silent Death</a></span><br/>
</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">“Yes,” Benjamin spoke with a cold, calculating tone. Even if the Sensory Neural Link had almost become second nature already, the man could still clearly perceive her raging emotions and sprawling hues crawling out of her frame as she created sound with movement and speech. His eyes briefly closed at her touch. Both of his arms reached around her petite frame, embracing it firmly. “I promise that they will all die. Every last one of them. Anyone who had anything to do with this won’t live another day.” The beast within him stirred once again. The shooting adrenaline produced by untold hate and rage provoked the King of the Depths, the great Hunter of all things living. Her anger fed into him, his wrath looped back. Their exchange was one of lustful revenge. Now was the time of their lives.<br/>
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Benjamin led them outside to the new ride. They sat silent in the back seat, hands tightly embraced. As they arrived, they saw the driver off and turned to face the rotting structure. A typical fence ran across the courtyard in front of the main entrance. The sides of the factory were close in proximity to other structures that were largely empty. A couple of individuals could be seen patrolling outside. They were lightly armed. The rain was still heavy in the sky, which offered the couple a stealthy advantage before the blow out. Benjamin took his wife’s hand again and led her towards the west end of the structure, crouching behind old shipments and crates that had been abandoned. They stopped behind a number of stacked, steel cylinders. His faintly glowing orbs told her to stand by. As one of the patrolling guards leisurely strolled by at a slow pace, smoking a cigarette, Benjamin snuck around the corner of the massive cylinders, coming up behind the unsuspecting prey. With graceful yet brutal movements, his mechanical hand came across the other man’s jaw and mouth. In the same motion, Benjamin’s foot pressed down with full force in the hollow of the knee, forcing the guard down. The third movement was of the dagger that sought the neck of the victim. Its penetration caused a muffled grunt to escape the weakling. Benjamin twisted the blade on its other end while shifting the guard’s head to the side, causing the weapon to break into the spine and forcing its fluid to gush forth.<br/>
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Pulling the dead guard’s body away, Benjamin nodded at another guard that was about to round the corner of the structure as a sign for Talia to engage. This is usually how these missions began. There was silence and finesse at first, but it always ended with loud explosions and heaps of bodies.</span></span>