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GENERAL RUDOLPH PAIN - KIA Oct .20th 2019 Shandon bunker complex

The General fought valiantly against the hordes of NDP cadre ,but his old sins caught up with him as the insidious LEADER of teh NDP let the Lady Takashi see the tapes where the party gives statements regarding the death of Tanaka Takashi in the jungle of the Belize .Despite clear evidence of self defense ,Lady Takashi wanted revenge for the killing and launched an honourless suprise attack using poisoned bullets and thermite grenades .The General was caught off guard ,and in the ensuing brawl both fighters and the generals personal physician was killed by thermite burn wounds and multiple gunshot wounds.He is succeded by his adopted son,Lt. Benito Tecumseh Pain .


General Rudolph Pain was dying .Bullet wounds had blood seeping out of them in his head and arm and leg.Horrible thermite incendiary fragments were scorching their way through his chest and abdomen bringing his intestines to a more and more rapid boil that would eventually bouil out and start a scorching incineration. His veins felt like they were burning too.Some sort of horrible poison was slithering through him and clearing a deadly path -using his own veins and blood vessels for its work.

Smoke and steam from his burning chest filled his nostrils and he wanted to scream .His ears were ringing and no other sound could be heard.
Lying on the floor ,he looked up and saw the ceiling.Above him the haggard face of the doctor ,screaming silently in pain as his own hands caught terrible burns from the thermite he clawed out of the Generals chest cavity.
His last image to register with receptors in his brain was the face of Doctor Wagner leaning over him with a pint-sized plexiglass combat syringe filled with a faint luminescent fluid .His mouth wording syllables.
The scene was growing dimmer and more people started showing up ,standing in a circle around him-leaning in.Some with ghastly wounds and illnesses .Their faces ghostly pale , malevolent and hard -their eyes filled with hatred and pain.Their silent open mouths were locked in what seemed to be endless screams of no sound .Gaping black mouths .He felt like being strangled.The people leaning in were using all the air. Suddenly he recognized a face.It was a man who had briefly worked for him as a PR consultant.Pain had shot him with a high powered handgun when unsatidsfied with his performance.Then -startled - he recognized another.It was a woman.It was the pale ,screaming face of his wife.

Alotta.


And then another familiar face - a young soldier he had shot in combat ,and then one more ,and then the faces of a family looking starved to death ,and then a scared loking man with tell tale wounds of a Paintek Katana,and then people with radiatons burns,and then a man covered in abestos dust coughing black blood,and another ..and another ..people filling the hallway.Hundreds.

Thousands.

Ugly clawing fingers and hands were stretched towards him and the throng swarmed over him , covering him with extinguishing darkness.