Our inseparable friends, the fight partners and crime fighters had assembled to an unknown location.
The location is their rendezvous.
"Lord, what do you think about Lucinda's sick Lucinda business?"
"She is a free and bad possy I would fock to the depth of hell this sick Republic of Lithuania enjoying. Their cash from a pit they made in Pattaya pit of 45 butchered children."
"Yes, those child traffickers of the Lithuanian General Prosecutors Office should meet our NATO Swedish sniper. He enjoys out hunting."
"Simon, let's grab those beers we botched last night's operation."
"Lord, I do not know why these bodyguards of Lucinda Sarka aimed at each other's ears."
"I don't know but I heard her sex tool, Gintautas Nauseda, left the body of her driver."
"Yes Lord. I think he is a sexual predator who escaped Thailand asylum, her personal stripper on cocaine who decapitated a poor Thai family to steal their ride in Bangkok."
"I see he is a maniac who walked behind us on a rainy night with a machete."
"Yes he is the condom who ruined the whole operation."
Our NATO hero Simon relaxes in a cafeteria near the night market for Thai police spreading the yellow tape and news media reporting about foreigners.
"I cannot relax somehow."
Lord Ignacius, our NATO hero, shows an infectious gut feeling about Gintautas Nauseda, the serial killer on the loose.
They had communicated through special codes that were generated in their figures of speech.
NATO heroes were difficult for any other third party to intercept the code and use it to guess or to make their exact aim.
They had a day under their umbrella overseeing a crime scene in the Republic of Lithuania. Their rich children of democracy left behind profiting from poor organs they displayed in public they cut open in freight containers.
We had a war. Our NATO heroes were right about Lithuanian corruption. Thailand Kingdom was their victim.
"I love to cut her nipples up." Lord Ignacius licks his lips.
"The sick whore of a Lithuanian government child. I think Thailand would say. I as NATO elite force would force my piece on her. The piece of blade I have oni mask sticker carved."
"I think you finally know the stickers peel off, Simon."
"The blade in her filthy cunt would have longevity." Lord Ignacius portrays his knowledge drinking a pure cup of coffee from the Philippines.
"Nauseda the hammer face should have his balls sacks hanged."
"Yes, the blade marking with our oni crests is a great idea."
"Here is your second cup of coffee."
"A?"
"I said blade will be a great cutting tool for those corrupt government fools from the Republic of Lithuania who believe they can profit from child organs trafficking."
"I am sorry I was unable to hear over the fresh cup of coffee." Simon pours a pure sky high in black to his morning mouth. His lips enjoy the taste of a fresh roast.
Lord Ignacius smiles in a land of smiles to a waiter returning his smile. "Thank you." He shows off his poor Thai, appreciating the local language and Chiang Mai mountaineers culture.
"I think our Bangladesh boxing team did show off a real fire power sneaking in with spectators."
"Yes they are good as you value them Simon. I had myself a surprise in a whole cocktail of gunpowder. They had a friendly fire."
"We had to plan a better plan for those pieces of shat to be cut up in a gunfight."
The times our NATO heroes were enjoying cups of coffee Kuala Lumpur made plans.
"I have no plans for them. You take them."
Aurora Maris hangs up his call for his wife half naked covered in sweat. Her sweat moistened skin in sun kissed skin had her attention him making his call. He is wearing a towel from a Chiang Mai General Hotel shower room. The hot steam soaked his skin and his hand in a diamond cut gold bracelet held the phone.
"You ready to see me." He throws his towel aside exposing himself and walks towards her waiting for him in the king's size bed. He was ready on the mission mobilising his forces.
His troops from Indonesia made their way forward to find Lucinda Sarka syndicate. Her loss of security head had her way.
Gintautas Nauseda paranoia grew further.
Him lining up their guards in bin bags tapped over the necks they found hard to breath on their knees.
Their hands and feet were tapped in one of their suits kneeling in one line up near the swimming pool in Vivaldi's mansion house near sea.
"I inhale the fresh sea view like a pile of cocaine you smelling your shat rats."
The ten men were manhandled in their duty of guard, Nerij Varske and Valdis Vivaldis had them by surprise.
Lucinda Sarka sitting in her short black silk dress allows their blind eyes before the death to learn she was wearing black silk underwear.
Gintautas Nauseda learns his signal to fire. He walks closer to each skull and lets his hammer of justice slip. "I cut each of your child organs before your wives dying eyes to sell for wasted pay to each of you. You rats." He fires.
Their bodies drop synchronised. The sounds made birds of nature leave the peaceful garden. They left their nests. It was the Republic of Lithuania super rich family trait and business.
"I have my dick hard." Nauseda leaves a handgun on the coffee table Miss Sarka enjoying her cup of fresh Philippines coffee.
The blood filled swimming pool Lucinda Sarka took her clothes off for living eyes to see her walks butt naked in sunshine kissing her hard nipples to swim in a blood bath of her will.
"You guys won't join me." Nerij and Valdis look each other in the eyes. Gintautas Nauseda in full speed takes his suit off walks in full erection to join her in a swimming pool.
Their operations had always been stealth and discreet; this has been the secret to the enormous success they have recorded in all of their operations in different regions and locations. Their Lucinda's Syndicate.
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Ban Toya and Igno Bazuka holding their traditional half a cup of coffee in their hands with coffee grind in their cups had a final moment when two lost cousins joined their drinks, a fresh breeze of freedom in Thailand Kingdom.
"Blajt brother, when I escaped this prison I never thought I would see you."
"I killed this cunt for you."
"Who is Miss Pan Narak who left cocaine bags in your condo to leave you for a better Sin Sod?"
"I knew nothing was right with her brother and only the sex."
"Thanks for visiting all those years in Bangkok Central Prison, Toya."
"We now have a better focus." Toya drinks a zip of original Latvian espresso. The zip of his lips coffee drink made a taste of freedom made his eyes to shine for a time he had.
"I am a paratrooper and brothers in arms, Janis and Igurs are ready to finish the last job before we die."
"Yes we need to disappear, blajt."
"We kill them and I think Jones Smith will find us housing and his proper British passports like NATO Vice General said."
"I am ready to let go of this bad Lithuanian blood elite."
"Blajt, like this good morning coffee tastes, I am ready to strangle them with my shoe laces." Igno Bazuka compliments his family words in Latvian.
"Those blajt focking geeks of parliament will experience what is proper Latvian Pepper Vodka I pour in their dying mouths."
"I think they have this crazy Gintautas Nauseda."
"Yes this crazy stripper has a big mouth I will squeeze a whole bottle in before breaking it, a Bazuka?"
"Yes bottle check on my checklist."
"I will have a whole Thai village celebrate them left in the one pit those bastards cut children up."
"I cannot understand the syndicate greed." Igno Bazuka spoke in full mouth enjoying his assortment of Latvian cut cuisine, the fresh cheese, smoked hams and cut slices of fried black bread. It was unusual for the hour of the day to have a full Latvian breakfast.
They were feasting before another stage of the plan. Their brothers left to replenish ammunition bags with fresh sea fish from the market. They would fry on the beach to enjoy the sunset.
"It's like Miss Pan Narak spoke about others, let's lure you with no song."
"I know you were the only excotic fruit to her." Our NATO hero, a man on a mission, threw his Latvian cup on the floor and started to step on it. "Okay I had my freedom coffee! Blajt I teach those children murderers what proper Latvian beer is."
"I have my last zip to it brother." Toya enjoys his last morning cup. He took arms for further homicide missions to a peaceful morning setting sunset to the Republic of Lithuania.
They meet tomorrow.