NORTHERN MARKETS [Season Two]
Episode 64: Church Go Boom

The van cruised along Edmonds street away from Middlegate. The decals on the side screaming, [ALF’S BUILDING MAINTENANCE CO. 2140 76th Ave, Edmonds, VIC. 218-4810 (Victoria Wide: /ALFMAINTAINCO)] fooled the cops into thinking it was just some guys out for the night shift. Of course they had to be weary of the fact that
both sides in the turf war were travelling undercover in stolen company vehicles, but the lardass donut sucking cop behind the wheel of his patrol car was too lazy to take a second thought. The cops only did something when they called in about the license plate number and found it on the stolen list.

“This is my dad’s van. If we crash it, he’s gonna kill me!” Joe Doe said, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
In the back, a bunch of guys sat on the mess of equipment and supplies. Miller had trouble getting confortable sitting on the pile of plastic pipes.
“Relax, dude! We’re not going for a drive-by* or anything like that!” TJ Samwellis shot back. The biggest and buffest of them all sat in the passenger seat. The windsheild wipers groaned as they swished accross the windsheild, swiping away the rain water.
“…this is the SWAMP 91.5 fm. Listen in or die! Coming up next: Pyrun Nyrkki by Turmion Katilot!”
Heavy metal music blasted on the speakers.

“Why not just go and get the goods?” Chuck demanded.
“My bro isn’t going to wait that long, my friend!”
The van pulled onto a local street and into the parking lot of a high school. A whole mob of guys were waiting in their cars there, on standby, and increasingly impatient.
Chak Samwellis was on the local police top ten wanted felons for numerous felonies, and he was the 7th most wanted by the KCP. The guy; long black hair in a big mullet, wearing a black cowboy hat and goth clothes, sat inside his pimped out Infernus car with his girlfriend. Heavy techno-metal music was blasting out from the speakers in the trunk.
When the van pulled up and stopped, he got out.

“Let’s go, boys!” DJ Sam said, jumping out. He, Joe (his 6itch), Chuck and Miller, and the rest of the volunteers from the Middlegate mob came out land lined up like some delegation. It was snapping cold out, but Miller, who was about to pass out from the heat in the van became wide awake. His bloodshot eyes gazed around the angry guys surrounding them.
This was the Vehiimoth Troupe, a 6000-strong streetgang that roamed much of the Edmonds area. The VT was a union of all the streetgangs in the area. Ever since the union last year, the VT has seen only profit and peace…until the Spirit Warriors and their 6itch gangs started fronting.

Chak got out of the red Infernus car and walked up to TJ. His steely gray eyes scanned the group over.
“Sam, I was expecting better than this! These are the men who will take down that church?!” he roared.
The other guys who ready to draw their weapons stood tense.
“Of course,” Sam said confidently. “They just need to puck up some supplies first-“
Before Sam finished the sentence, Chak saw Chuck’s KCP badge. In a demonic rage, he lunged after the SWAT guy, grabbed him by his throat and slammed him upgainst the side of the van.
Miller went bug-eyed at the sheer quickness of the man- he moved faster than a chief-bandit using the assaulter move.

He held the cop so tightly that his fingernails (painted with something that makes them rock hard) cut the skin on his throat and began to dig in.
“Owww!” Chuck croaked.
“A pitiful cop! Why did you come?!” the gang leader said in a menacing voice. He squeezed the guy’s throat tighter and tighter.
Miller, having not slepted in almost 40 hours now, and not thinking at all shouted, “You want the supplies or not, asshole?! He knows where the explosives are! You kill him, you’ll screw up the only chance to blow up the church!”
“Who is this ###ked up kokain sniffer that’s adressing me like I need to obay his commands? State yourself before I rip out your friend’s windpipe and jam up the back of his brain!!!”
“Now you done it,” Sam lamented.
“Rusty Miller, Swat Team Asia 7. And that guy’s Chuck Waxberry of Bombsquad Division 3. He knows the clearance information to get into the ammunition storage at Janszoon Base! We just need somebody to foil the security so you can get your goods. I know you are wanted by cops everywhere, but the KCP’s gone to sh#t! The Justice Arrow blew up their North Kerning headquarters and spewed alot of innocent blood, including of people you stand up for! I dont care about arresting people, and we’re not the only cops who deserted. There’s a whole bunch of them! The senior officers abandoned us and left us at the Justice Arrow’s mercy! You want to kill them or you want them to help fight the JA?!”
“Rusty, shut up!” Sam snapped. “Looking to sign your death wish?”

Chak Samwellis threw Chuck to the ground. The cop coughed and gagged as he began to breath in air. The fearsome gangleader walked up to Miller. “You been snorting our yeyo?”
“No, sir. I just havent slept in two days. Sorry for the-“
“Enough! For your sake you had better be right!”

The Janszoon base was right on the river surrounded by trees that kept the buildings out of public view. This place used to be a Sino Army base during their siege 60 years ago, but now it was used by the police’s SWAT. Deep underground bunkers stored over a hundred tons of live ammunition and materials used to make high power explosives.
The convoy drove past the gate. The security guard got his neck broken by a vack hacker in one of the vans before he could push the panic button.
The guys jumped out and ran around the area covered in darkness. The hackers broke off the air vents on the roof and climbed down, followed by tech junkies and a lightning mage.
Inside, all was calm in the security room- the guy ignored the moniters as he gazed with lust into a p0rn magazine.
“oooh yeah, that is hot!” he mused-
BOOM! The blast shook the building. He fell backwards off his chair. “Agh~! What the crap!” He reached for the phone just as the door exploded!
He turned around and saw the monster.

Chak Samwellis was one of the rarest hated breeds- A Veamoth- a human with sick powers, but with frightening black wings. They inhabited the Corazon-Kashkun areas until the Sino supposedly wiped them out. His big black wings spread, casting a shadow of fear on the cop.
“Oh crap! Oh, my light!”
“What are you going to do now?” Chak said in a low but fearsome voice.
“P-P-please don’t kill-me!”
The man swooped through the air at lightning speed, jammed his metal clawed hand through the guy’s throat and up into his brain!
The cop convulsed as Chak ripped his brains out through his throat! He hit the floor limp, but still breathing. Like he was in an instant coma. “As you wish,” Chak said, tossing the brains on the man’s face. “Have a snack!” and he walked out of the security room, tapping his messenger.
“Security is out, go for it!”

It was quick; the VT gang swiftly killed or subdued the cops into submission. There was a shootout but it was very brief. The hackers in the VT crushed each cop’s gun into a 2 inch ball of compressed metal. The cops not killed were tied up.
Chuck was forced onto a securoty computer where he disabled the communications equipment and entered the codes to unlock the doors to the underground storage. This whole time, he questioned if it was just as bad to let the VT get their hands on these weapons and ammo. But then he reminded himself the JA would do way worse with them.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
the barrels of fine powder and things like nitro-glycerine and boxes and boxes of grenades, C4 plastic explosive, and good old TNT were loaded into the vans and trucks.
The captured cops were marched to the back garage door while the VT’s men took over the 2 police cars, five SWAT vans, a Bombsquad truck, and mobile command units.
“Are you Justice Arrow?” one cop asked in fear. Chak slapped him so hard that his claws dug into the man’s cheek, leaving four bloody gashes.
“Listen up, you morons! You either have two choices: You die a painful greusome death, and I WILL ensure it is a very slow living hell of a painful death, or you can stop your snivelling, and work for me! The Justice Arrow is our enemy, and they have gone too far in their war on this city. Many of loved ones were lost, by the thousands! No doubt some of your wives and kids were shot to s##t by the JA’s goons! There is no more KCP! There is no more police to defend the city! While you miserable bunch sit on your asses, your fellow soldiers are dying by the arrow!
And, for a spicy addition to this ghost story: I am connected to some reliable intelligence agents! Isn’t that right, Officer McKoy?” Chak demanded, pointing to one of the tied up cops- a guy with a big black puffy mustache.
He only nodded. “He is secretly one of the KCP’s intelligence agents, and what he has heard he does not like! And so he refused to tell you: Your lovable senior officers not only suck cash from your paychecks, but they have ordered everyone to sit down while the JA is bowling you guys over! Imagine just how much those suited bastards are making!
McKoy, you are a disappointment as you were going to allow your men to die while you recieve an additional 10 mil bonus!”
Chak took out his Marui Desert Eagle Chrome pistol and blew off the cop’s heads. His brains splattered allover the wall, floor and the two guys sitting next to him.
“So, boys. As of now, you just deserted the pitiful police force that will eventually take it all up the rear from the JA and their psychoes. Welcome to the VT! Now get going!”

The Sangdem Evangelical Church- a fancy schmancy giant church, sat in the center of a cemetary. All was dark and quiet as the 20 vehicle convoy pulled into the parking lot.
The hackers flew around swiftly like bats in the cold night air, followed by some Veamoth guys and girls who used their hack induced super night vision as they scanned the premesis. On the opposite side of the graveyard, near the forest, there sat excavators and other digging equipment. Graves and grave stones already were dug up and in a huge heap next to the excavator.
“O.m.g! Look at what they are doing to the dead!”
“This is NOT cool at all!”
“Who owns this church?”

The church was only re-named Sangdem Evanglical Church three months ago. Beforehand, it used to be a univeral worshipping center for all religions, and a huge gathering place for civilians on Sundays. Services were held for worshippers of the Light (or the Sun), the Moon, Christian, Islamic, and Jewish congregations. This place would have to be a prime example of religious activity unter the IrTB-77 law that forbids religious clashing in the Kerning region.
Then in October, right before the Haloween festivities and, the church’s misters were shot dead, and some scam crippled the church’s economic foundation. The place went bankrupt and was forced to close. The property was siezed by the family that owned the land and was purchased by the maniac Pure Light Evangelical Union. When the church re-opened, all other religious activities were abolished and all non-Light worshippers were banned.
Then the place began to host things for the JA and their allies and next thing anyone knew, it became a terrorist base.

“You did good, cop, you did good.” Sam said, holding a grenade launcher. After scanning the area, the flyers came back and reported to Chak. He held a strategy huddle and on his mark, the assault began.

The worship room was quiet and empty. So were the offices and hallways. But in the basement, the PLEU fanatics and their buddies from the baptist church in Westboro and from the Amish Legion were having prayer sessions and singing hate gospel songs. Their audience of Spirit Warrior members sat with them- and then the first rockets and missiles slammed into the building and blew.
The gang members grabbed their weapons and ran up stairs- BOOM! Blown to oblivion by one of the high explosive Tritonal 80-20 bombs!
The battle was on, and the cops and Vehimoth Troupe gang members opened fire on the enemies coming out.
The hackers ran or flew in and took out the few rangers as they walked blindly through the smoke and debris.
As the battle raged on, the VT were joined by local groups from around. some people waved pitchforks, knives, machetes, claws, and the like as they charged the escaping terrorists!
“Allright! Bring on the big baby!” Chak shouted.
A huge flatbead truck drove onto the grass; now loaded with almost everything from the police bunker
“We good?” Sam asked the driver, who, right now was high off his cane on kokain. He would never drive a truck loaded with explosives into a burning building if he was sober.
“Go go go!” The guy slammed the gas pedal and the power crystals roared as they spun, delivering magic energy to the engine, which roared as loudly as a monster truck!
The truck sped through the graveyard down the main path towards the towering inferno.
“Hee hee hee!” the driver cackled as he clamped his foot firmly on the gas. His headphones, which were hooked to his messenger screamed, “jump out!”
The guy used his free leg and kicked open the driverside door just as the truck closed in on the fire. He jumped out and hit the grass hard. “Yeooowwww!”
The guy rolled and slammed into the wall.
The truck, racing at over 120 km/h, hit the front stairs and flew up into inferno, crashing through the glass doors and windows as it bowled its way deep inside and crashed into a stone statue of the cross.
An exposed metal pipe gashed the fuel tank, spilling mana fuel and gasoline; feeding the angry flames.

“Cheese it!”
“RUN!”
The locals got the message on their messengers and phones that there were live explosives inside sitting in the fire!”
Some of the VT’s guys jumped into their cars and trucks and sped away, as did the other volunteers, thinking the bowmen were going to be here fast.

Chak Samwellis watched the church burn with the look of excited vengence on his face.
It would take the fire up to two to three minutes to burn through the wooden containers.

Inside amidst the firestorm, the truck was already consumed. The seats and carpets burned up, the plastic on everything began to melt and all tires exploded as they popped loudly. Then the heat got to the good stuff.
The boxes of old Maple War grenades reached combustion temperature, and all at once, every single grenade detonated in a heavy collection of blasts that set off everything else on the burning truck.
BOOM!
“Yeeeeeaaaah!!!”
“Wooot!”
Then the big one…
The whole church was engulfed in a giant bright fireball that lit up the night sky and rose into the sky as it turned into a column of smoke. The blast wave was about 3 on the earthquake scale and rocked the whole Edmonds city.
After, there was nothing left of the church. Even the underground sections were gone; replaced by the crater the big boom left.
Soon the sirens of firetrucks and police grew louder.
“Let’s get outta here!” Chak said.

It was well past 11pm now, and Miller forced himself up the stairs back into Auntie Shauna’s apartment. Desparately in need of sleep, he staggered like a drunk into the room where they put the magician girl. He collapsed on the floor with his head against a backpack and passed out.
Chuck said something about leaving Kerning City on a job offer.
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Revenge is sweet haha >