South Ryaz, Unknown Coast Midnight
The current of the water was cold and harsh, but it was moving in the perfect direction. White Blood and Fog Blade floated on their back, slowly and silently towards the lone Saletsian destroyer. They were wearing the black wet suits the Kraks had provided them, which blended them flawlessly into the dark water surface. Their heads finally reached the steel side of the ship, and they turn slowly to their sides. Now to wait for the distraction...
On cue, the burst of dazzling fireworks explode from shore. White Blood heard the thump of military boots on deck running towards the opposite side of the ship, the Saletsian sailors were falling for the bait...such idiotic fools! White Silk was putting good use to her pyrotechnic toys.
"Wow, look at that! Blue flower with white stars! wondering what the locals are celebrating?"
While most of the sailors were attended to the fireworks, the White Haze pair waited for White Silk's God of Thunder...
BOOMMMM!
The voice of thunder echo over the water as the 10 lb black powder rocket explodes in the air with a blinding burst of magnesium light.
"WOW! That was loud! Hahaha! My ears are deaf..."
"That's the point, idiot," White Blood thought to herself. The deafening boom did more than enough to muffle the clank of the grappling hooks as it hit the deck and latched on as they were pulled. The two blood-thirsty killers pulled themselves quietly up the draught of the ship. They retrieve the hooks and threw them into the water and quickly hid behind a unlit niche of equipment. Their body formed an indistinguishable shape in the shadows.
The fireworks stop, and the sailors hurry back to their duty. Several sailors pass, their eyes clueless to the hidden intruders. This was partly thanks to the loss of their natural night vision from watching the bright fireworks. These fools were sightless in this sudden dark!
White Blood and Fog Blade waited in the dark, observing with their sharp eyes and ears, the patrol pattern of the ship's crew. When satisfied that they had it clear, they slip through the ship's superstructure, timing their moves and using their life-long training to avoid detection. After an hour, they made it to the entrance of the bridge. A guard was behind the corner. White Blood whistled, the guard heard and walked towards the sound. As the unfortunate sailor reached the corner, White Blood expertly caught his neck, spins him around, and braces him tight before putting a silk cloth over his mouth. As the sailor attempts to scream through the muffler, Fog Blade sinks his sickle into the man's heart. He kept the blade stuck inside the dead man's chest until they manage to hid him inside a chute, to reduce the amount of blood that drip onto the floor. White Blood hastily wipes the drops of blood with her foot.
"Hmm, can't wait to meet the captain..."
"I'm sure...he will be surprise to see you my pretty."
They slightly crack open the doors, and threw in a pair of smoke and flash grenades from each hand before turning around to avoid the flash.
"What the hell! Who is that...cough "
The room was saturated with black smoke and yelling from the bridge crew. White Blood and Fog Blade glide into the hazed room, using their ears to home in on their frantic and blinded prey. Feeling around with their left hand, they grab a sensed victim and sank their blades into the other side, and moved rapidly to the next victim. If they grabbed a victim from the back, the blade sank into the chest. If they grabbed the victim from the front, the blade went into the spine. Either way, they were dead or dying painfully.
The two had practice for years in with this technique, training in a smoked room call the "Dark Fog Chamber", practicing on straw-filled dummies with tied down parrots. For both of them, it is much more exquisite when used on live humans! Oh the blood and the screaming! An orgy of death!
Screams and shrieks of horror filled the air as the blood-thirsty pair dispatched their prey two by two. White Blood tries to hold back the urge to cry in pleasure and hot ecstasy as her blade slashes across the chest of a female crew. She pushes her ear to the girl's mouth, just to fully experience the scream of unbearable pain from her throat.
"Louder! Doesn't it hurt? SCREAM LOUDER!"
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In about 4 minutes, they had dispatched the entire bridge crew just as the smoke and effect of the flash wears off,...all except the captain. The old man was panting against a desk, his eyes slowly reviving. His hand motion for his sidearm, but Fog Blade got to him first. His blood soaked blade penetrated into the old man's arm in a swing, pinning it to his waist. The captain screams in pain.
"Sorry captain, but we're just hear to tell you...your crew will die by the time the sun breaks into dawn. Night."
Fog Blade takes out a dagger with his other hand, and stabs it hard into the gut of the captain. The old man slumps onto the floor.
"That felt good..." Fog Blade mutters.
"Ahh...there's no word to describe this...!" White Blood licks the her blood stain blade in a erotic fit.
"Calm down, there's still more...get changing."
"Ohh, I can't wait..."
White Blood strips off her clothes and puts on a blood stain uniform from the corpse of a female crew member. A bloody gash rip across the chest area. "Perfect," White Blood thought.
Fog Blade hurries towards the doorway, and closes the heavy metal door. He spins the latch to lock it. Footsteps echo from behind the door.
"Looks like the oil we pour on the stairs and floor manage to slow them down perfectly...I'll go through this vent. You know what to do."
He turns off the lights before squeezing through the vent passage.
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Sailors rush inside the bridge as they finally managed to unlock the door. What they saw made them flinch and yell in horror. Tens of bodies, lying blood soak and mutilated on the ground.
"Oh my God! What happen here...holy shit...No!"
"Where's the captain? Oh my God!"
"He's dead! All of them are!"
"Ahh..."
"What's that?"
A body moves among the floor of corpse, it was moaning in pain. The sailors rush to her, and helped her up. Her chest area was bloody from a horrifying cut. Her face was smear unrecognizable by blood and her voice weak.
"We have survivor here! Someone get the surgeon!"
"Ah...! It hurts so bad..."
"Its alright, we're getting help...what happen here?"
"I don't kno...ahhh....the man went out...he said something about going to the engine room..."
"Jarold! We have a sabotager onboard! Get everyone to the engine room!"
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Fog Blade drops into a dimly lit hallway of the ship. If his sense of direction was right, he was somewhere near the crew quarters. A glance of several words on the wall confirmed this. Fog Blade took out a large ball-shaped grenade he got from the Kraks. Near the hallway entrance out to the deck, he assembles a tripwire to the grenade. Afterwards, he moved towards a random door and opens it slowly. Several sleeping crewmen were inside. Fog Blade takes them all out in their sleep with a stab to the throat. He takes off the uniform of the last one and changes into it. At that moment, the alarm sounds.
"ATTENTION ALL CREW! WE HAVE A INTRUDER ONBOARD! EVERYONE REPORT TO THEIR STATIONS!"
Darn...the others will be awake. Oh well, it be much more fun killing them awake.
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The half-woken sailors did not see the thin trip wire as they ran out from their quarters and across the hallway. The trigger detonates and the thermite/WP grenade explodes. Several unlucky sailors in front are burn alive in the hellish fire storm. The volcano of sparks and flames stop the rest from venturing through. They were trap...
Fog Blade walks out, his sickle in hand and dagger in hand. He decapitates the first sailor in front of him. The others turn, and saw a smiling fellow crew member over the body of another.
"What the hell! Who are you!"
They ran towards him, their hands in a fist. What happen afterward was a massacre...a bloody melee match between an armed grand Master of the White Haze and a pack of foolish sailors. These feebling grunts were not match for a true warrior of the White Haze, and they will all die for their foolishness!
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As the others left and the surgeon came in, White Blood took off her guise and quickly dispatched her "rescuers" with dagger hidden in her pocket. Her agility and grace gave little chance for her victims to respond. Skills hone by a lifetime of training since childhood...
She took a sidearm from a dead officer and sticks it into her pants. On her stay with the Kraks, she had ask one of them train her in using a pistol. It will come in handy now. Before leaving the bridge, she changed her uniform with one without a chest wound and wipes away the blood from her face.
She walks out onto the deck. As expected, most of them had scurried off to the engine room, leaving only a few out on the deck. She took them by surprise, her clean front facing an oblivious sailor who she took out with an up and personal shot to the waist. She clear her way to a large corridor leading to the engine room, and found a scurry of sailors searching every niche of the place for the intruder and any hidden bombs.
"They couldn't find anything in there! Maybe he's in one of these rooms!"
Several dozen people all cluster inside this corridor, searching room to room...here was White Blood's chance.
"Maybe he's hiding in the vents!" she scream out.
"Shit! Maybe he is!"
White Blood waited from a half a minute before throwing in her own special grenade. This time, it was filled with Sarin gas. She closes the hatch door behind her, and jams the handle. Muffle yelling and banging erupts from behind the hatch door.
"Ahh...if only I could see them die..."
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The few remaining crew were dispatch using stealth and psychological methods. One by one, they were kill...until there was no one left.
Hopefully, the crew didn't get the chance to radio help. A ship filled with the corpse of a few hundred sailors will definitely attract the Saletsians. The two killers, satisfied with their feast of brutal killing, were picked up by a waiting motor boat just before the sunset broke out.
