Admiring the Night's Aura, hearing Nature simmer down its actions to survive for the night. You look up to the sky, a start filled one at that.
" 'wish I was beside them, wish I could hug them and show them how much I love them." mumbling to yourself.
The urge to, snuggle up with them and put your hand around them, feeling their Soft Bodies, and Tails.
"Milord, I suggest an attack in 30 minutes." the Daemon says.
"Reason is?" you ask him, opening the MRE.
"Besides that, your Girlfriends will sense that you are not present in the house in a few hours." the Daemon adds.
You eat normally, not hurrying anywhere. The element of Surprise is with you.
The MRE was an energy boost, with a happy stomach, waging war against your enemies is simplified.
You tighten the straps on your backpack again and prepare yourself. Giving your muscles a good stretch, you rack the bolt and move out.
"Hound - on me, Daemon - intel. Let's move." you issue commands to your spirits.
Out of the mist of the Night, the hound appears, a fear-inducing sight. Movement can be seen up ahead, a Patrol. A simple gesture later, and the Hound is in position. Perfect for an ambush.
The Chatter of the Soldiers can be heard cleary, you open fire immediately. The Hound jumps out and bites one's neck, clean off.
"Well done. Daemon how many are in the camp?" you quickly ask him.
"The same amount as the day they fought on your side. That would be, 18." the Daemon explains.
A Feeling of determination and anger grows in you, remembering the day they tried to take what's yours, unforgivable. Quickly rushing towards a rock just a few meters away from the closest Tent, you move in.
Switching on your Thermals, the Job becomes way easier. The subsonic ammo of the AS VAL comes in handy, you kill the Sleeping soldiers first. The Daemon reports 10 left in the whole camp, out of which two are snipers on vantage points, another 2 are the Units leaders.
Running towards the nearest vantage point, your Thermals pick up a signature, that's one of the Snipers he's also looking the wrong way. A perfect knife kill, the Hound is eagerly awaiting for the body to hit the ground.
Turning towards the other vantage point, the opposite way of the current one. That sniper seems to be taking a nap. With a medium-range shot, you take him out.
That leaves 6 plus 2 leaders standing.
"Where are those 6?" you ask the Hound.
"Right ahead, 4 are eating and two are drunk sleeping." the hound says, disgusted.
"Let's put them in their Graves." you say, moving closer.
As you enter the proximity of the Camp again, you notice a truck, a very old model but operational standing beneath a camouflage net.
"That's our exit, with that we'll take everything we can. Daemon gut them!" you issue an order to the Daemon.
Covered by Moonlight, a Humanoid with a Goat's head appears. He rushes off to the tent, not even a gasp can be heard, just the sweet sound of bodies hitting the ground.
"Nice work, two leaders left." as you say that, the Leaders come out of hiding.
Probably curious as to why their camp went completely silent. You see on of them run towards the old truck, you get there before him.
You appear out of thin air, he lets out a gasp.
"Wh-what the hell are you?!" he says, trembling.
"Death born out of Hatred. Hound - dinner time." you usher to him before the hound jumps him.
Quickly his blood is covering the ground around his body, almost like a blood fountain. Footsteps can be heard quickly approaching, you can't react in time, now you're held at gunpoint.
"What are you?! Tell me!" the man says panicked.
"Your fellow dirtbags should know what I am, oh yeah... their Dead!" you yell at him.
A mystical sound is heard behind you, the Daemon appears grabbing the Unit Leader by the throat.
"You put our Family in Danger, show no respect to the ones you save and are guilty up to the eyes. Sentence... painfully slow death." the Daemon tells him.
The Leader is quickly slammed into the ground, his arms and legs are broken next. While he screams in pain, the Daemon smashes his Head in. An aura around him is forming.
"The Reason, compromised safety of Dan's Family. The sentence, slowly rotting in hell" with that the aura vanishes, a fearsome sight and speech.
"Camp clear Milord, we suggest you loot the fruits of your Massacre." the Hound says.
"Alright, well-done everyone. That was easier then I expected." you mumble, curious if the truck still works.
Opening the hood, the Engine looks to be clean and even freshly repaired. The driver's seat reveals the key in the ignition. Twisting it, the engine slowly coughs its way out of the grave.
"Bring us home, then you may rest." you whisper to the Truck as if asking for help.
As the truck's engine is maintaining its constant and soothing rumbling, you start to loot. Your Spirits help as well.
"Put everything in the Back, Armour, Weapons and even food. Anything that can be used by anyone back home." you yell an order to your allies.
Everyone begins looting the Camp, you stumble across a hidden stash close to a large Rock. It contains, NATO dog tags about 20 of them and a... pack of condoms.
"This is funny, exactly what I needed." you laugh at your find.
To satisfy the carnal desires of the Foxes you wanted to buy some protection, without them knowing. These are still in their packaging, the pack contains two smaller boxes of 30 Condoms each.
"Damn, not a bad find. Even brand new, Durex as well.Sweet Mother of Looting, thanks for blessing me." you say, thanking an imaginary person. Or perhaps she is real, just like Lady Luck.
The Spirits have stripped all the tents, bodies, lockers and other various containers and returned with a large number of rifles, pistols and even a few man-portable grenade launchers. Definitively a great haul.
These should sell for quite the sum of Roubles, a long-lasting smile grows on your face.
"Anything else?" you ask your followers.
"No Milord, nothing except medical supplies." the Daemon says.
"Those as well, bring them in, every single one. Bring some crates too!" you yell at him as he goes to fetch the supplies.
It is 5 AM, in one hour the sun comes up, approximately. A good sign, you can drive into town without anyone having suspicion. As to where you were, except your Foxes.
This is the only way you can think off that you can keep all the gear and make a few thousand Roubles.
As everyone packs the gear and supplies into crates for ease of transportation, you start to think of ways to explain your behaviour to your Foxes. Fear flushes over you,
"Am I.. scared of them..?" you mumble.
"Not at all Milord, you are fearing the punishment you'll receive." the hound says.
"The probability of any of them leaving you is basically 0%" the Daemon adds, loading the last crates.
"That makes me feel safer, I'll take whatever punishment they deem worthy." you say proudly.
A small trace of sunlight can be seen on the Horizon, the loot is packed and ready to go. So is the truck, you slowly reverse and start heading towards Home. A soothing ride, with the Engine's rumbling as ambient Noise, Nature slowly awakes.