Chapter 840: Fried - No. Just no...
In the grand scheme of things, he should not have been this hysterical because the moment he sat his ass on my truck, it had enough firepower and explosives to take down a few hordes. Discovering a small explosive charge in one of our drones wasn’t a cause for concern because it wasn’t as volatile as he thought it would be.
With that said, I quickly opened the bag he brought with him and I looked for the magazines that would fit Kaley’s “Reaper” first before I replenished my own mags and Jose’s. And almost at the same time, I handed Isaac our empty mags and ordered him to fill them up with the appropriate bullets.
“You at least know which bullet fits which mag, right?”
“I do, actually!”
“Great! Refill the .308 mags first, then the 5.56s, and the 9mms last!”
Kaley suddenly turned to me and threw another empty .308 mag, “Here too!”
“O-Okay! I’ll get on that too—”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!”
While Isaac was still in mid-sentence, Quinn’s voice just boomed through the passage we were in before we heard the voice from the other side of the radio repeat himself.
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*bzzt*
[THEY’RE GOING THROUGH THE VENTS! THEY’RE VENTING! THEY’RE VENTING!]
*bzzt*
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At this moment, it was taking everything from me to not reference a certain something because, in all honesty, this wasn’t a laughing matter. We were so focused on barricading and watching through “human-sized” hallways or should I say “walk”-ways—we forgot about the slurpers’ ability to make use of their tongues to reach harder-to-reach places.
However, Quinn just had this “lightbulb” moment and she almost had the same look when she was thinking about violating my ass.
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*bzzt*
“REDIRECT THE CURRENT TO THE VENTS AND BARRICADES AND FRY THEIR ASSES!!! THEY HAD NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!!!”
*bzzt*
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‘Yep, she was thinking something close to that…’
At this point, I was slightly at a loss because I wasn’t familiar with their whole setup and all I could do at the moment was point my rifle at the same gap we were staring at for quite a while and pick off anything that moves. But that doesn’t even matter right now because everyone was doing their part and now it was her moment to shine and prove herself.
‘It’s her domain after all…’
Quinn started to bark more orders through her radio but it didn’t take long before we heard that familiar buzzing “electric” sound that ran for close to 20 seconds.
In my own experience, I’d usually hear it for a moment before someone would either be screaming in pain or just be straight-up dead, but 20 fucking seconds of god knows how fucking much electricity going through your body was fucking overkill.
A regular-sized fish would be dead in a second with a small shock in close proximity.
I can’t even imagine being electrocuted for more than a couple of seconds because if even a fraction of the stored energy this place produced suddenly passed through me, the only way I’d survive is if I’d somehow learn Uncle Iroh’s lightning redirection technique on the spot.
It’s just that I was stunned in place when I heard the following words come out of Quinn’s mouth:
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*bzzt*
“Again.”
*bzzt*
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Like a sick fuck playing with her food, she actually ordered her version of “double-tapping” zeds, and the people on the other side of the radio could only comply… but definitely shared the same sentiment.
It didn’t take long before we heard an encore of sorts but Quinn had already grown tired of speaking through her radio and spoke through it one last time:
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*bzzt*
“Alright, last order of the night: tear those barricades down and kill anything that moves. We’ll be going in from this side. If I catch any of you not following orders, I’LL FUCKING STRAP ALL OF YOU TO THESE GENNIES AND YOU’LL SPIN THEM YOURSELVES!!!”
*bzzt*
–
At this point, the speakers of Quinn and Dave’s radios almost broke down from everyone cheering and screaming with all they had from the other side—which could also be heard from above—and Isaac fucking beat me to it.
“Was it just me or did anyone else get horny from that?”
As soon as he said that, Kaley facepalmed while Jose and I let out a chuckle but I did pull him aside because Quinn had the right to walk inside this gen room first and make it her bitch.
To my delight, Tatiana had already made her way down, wearing a huge smile on her face and I just beckoned her over as I followed right behind my giantess, and no one had any fucking worries whatsoever. And since I could trust our backs to Kaley and Jose while they were holding their rifles, I slowly pulled out my katana from my hip and stole my wakizashi from Kaley’s.
And right from the fucking get-go, Quinn just held her huge-ass weapon with both hands and rushed forward, creating several servings of meat paste with chunky bits while I circled to the right side and Tatiana the other.
The familiar sounds from Kaley and Jose’s rifles rang out but there was now more to the mix because Dave and his buddies had also started firing.
To my surprise, Isaac was trailing behind me, following a smaller radius compared to mine but he lost all chances of keeping up after a short exhale.
The moment my breath left my mouth, I shifted up more times than he could imagine and lopped heads with each swing if not, an arm or a whole torso.
And at one point, I quickly sheathed my katana instead of my wakizashi—because its scabbard wasn’t on my hip—before I drew my pistol and shot three fucking deadheads that were about to blindside her highness. And looking back at my “disciple”, he was looking a bit too overwhelmed so I thinned the herd he was currently facing with the rest of the bullets in my mag.
But there was some protest.
“I CAN HANDLE IT, YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THAT!!!”
I shouted back, “YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, I’D RATHER SHOOT THOSE DOZEN FUCKERS INSTEAD OF YOU WHEN YOU GET SCRATCHED!”
“I SAID I CAN HANDLE IT!”
“THEN DON’T LOOK LIKE A SHIVERING GOAT THAT WAS ABOUT TO FALL OFF HIS SAND CASTLE!”
“THAT DIDN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!”
“THAT’S WHY I FUCKING HELPED YOU! YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH! ORA! ORAH! ORAHHHHHHHH!” Isaac just went berserk while I was cringing from hearing those words come out of his mouth.
‘No. Just no…’