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Eat the Press, Part Three
by JamesE82

An abandoned chemical plant, the West End, Angel Falls…

“The überuntoten was a bit late arriving at the scene,” the thin man said. “While en rout it apparently mistook a bystander for the target, and was occupied with him for a short while.”

The silent, utterly still figure on the catwalk did not ask what had happened to the bystander--her eyes did not even give a sign that she was hearing the report.

Concern that a man may have been murdered by one of her undead servants did not enter the her mind for an instant, Shelby St. Paul was certain. She was not sure of much when it came to the woman in the gray surgeon’s smock and black metal face mask looking down on them, but she was positive that feelings of distress for the innocent were not at all a priority for Dr. Josefine Mengele.

“The reporter,” another servant of the doctor said. Other than her name being Bianca Haight, and that she was a harsh and ill-tempered woman in her late twenties, Shelby did not know much about her. Shelby glanced at her as Bianca, leaning against a piece of machinery, glared at the thin man. “What about him?”

“Dead,” the thin man, who’s name Shelby had never heard, said. “John Wallace escaped his apartment building with the help of a police detective, but the überuntoten was able to follow them into a subway tunnel and shoot him to death. The detective survived thanks to some unusually skillful maneuvering; the überuntoten‘s helmet camera recorded everything up until it was forced to collapse the tunnel with a rocket in order to evade the detective, who was bent on giving pursuit.”

“Fascinating,” Bianca sighed. “But if the doktor wants a detective story, she’ll read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” The brunette pushed off of the dead machine she was leaning against with an elbow and strode forward, polished black boots clomping on the factory’s cement floor. “The reporter is dead; that’s all that matters.”

If the thin man with the strange, grayish complexion was insulted by Bianca’s tone, he showed no sign of it. Emotionless, Shelby thought. No wonder Mengele likes him… if she likes anyone on earth, anyway. Shelby doubted she did, and wondered why the German surgeon kept someone as volatile and outspoken as the Haight woman around. Was she beyond caring how her underlings behaved?

As if sensing she was being thought about, the blunt brunette turned her eyes towards Shelby. “And you?” Bianca asked, striding past the thin man and towards her. “Where was the Crimson Cunt through all this?”

Shelby cleared her throat. “Downtown,” she said, choosing to look at Haight as opposed to the unnerving figure on the catwalk. “There was an incident at the Occupy Angel Falls encampment. It seems some explosives had been found, and a plot to use the device to try and destroy a portion of the financial district was underway. As she was closest to the scene, the police allowed the Crimson Conservative to try to dispose of the bomb. When she-”

Many things happened in the same instant then. Bianca’s boot knocking Shelby to the ground before the other woman dove for cover… gunfire… the thin man’s body jerking wildly… the sound of twin motorized saws springing to life…

From the ground Shelby’s eyes were drawn to Josefine Mengele, who was kicking off the railing of the catwalk with her foot, darting through the air, and planting the other foot against a towering piece of machinery, in turn kicking off of that. The spark of ricocheting rounds flickered after her, but the doctor was too fast for the gunman to get a bead on as Mengele pinballed off machinery and the nearest factory wall. Then she touched down on the floor, but the instant her boots landed, she was up, cart wheeling and twisting through the air across Shelby’s field of vision. In an impossibly short amount of time she was on top of the gunman.

And the gunman went to pieces.

An efficient slayer, Dr. Mengele’s saws became silent as soon as the severed body parts of the man behind the ambush plopped to the floor. The killer stood looking at the pile of limbs and bloody torso segments, unblinking, without a drop of any sort of emotion in her icy blue eyes.

Bianca Haight was at her boss’ side in a flash. “Mossad,” she said, picking up the arm gripping a modified Uzi in its lifeless hand. “Swarthy bastard--right out of Israel. And the damage those bullets caused…” She shook the dead hand free, letting it join the rest of the body on the bloody ground. “Tungsten,” she said after detaching the weapon’s long magazine and examining the remaining rounds. “Deep penetration. They wanted you aerated, boss.”

The sultry brunette glanced to Shelby’s right, and Shelby followed her eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but the shock of what had just happened made that impossible.

“Nothing life-threatening,” the thin man said, getting to his feet as black blood oozed from two gaping wounds in his chest.

“Good,” Haight said, “’cause we’re clearing out.” She looked at Dr. Mengele, who nodded. “Spread the word,” Bianca said to the man. “We’re leaving. Standard evacuation, Plan C.”

Both Bianca and the thin man got on their radios and started giving orders, their voices thankfully drowning out the sound of blood dripping from the gory surgical saws spattering onto the ground.

I didn’t sign up for this, Shelby St. Paul thought, having an imaginary venting session with her employer. I was only supposed to monitor that redheaded behemoth, not get shot at by Israeli secret agents and be surrounded by zombies. Janet Raison, what have you gotten me into?

She looked from the statue-still, red-splattered form of the doctor, to the ruined human on the floor. A wave of nausea passed over her like an oncoming fever, but then the doctor turned and walked off, replacing the motorized saws into the sheaths on her back as she went.

Though there was still a pile of body parts on the ground, and a man ten feet away from her who should have been dead standing erect and speaking calmly into a handheld radio, no longer being in the presence of Josefine Mengele was enough to make the nausea fade a great deal.

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Part one: [link]
Preview: [link]
Part two: [link]

First, though I’m sure you recognize the unmistakable style, the amazing is behind this depiction of my diabolical Nazi doktor as she springs into action. I’m through messing around with you people: Go to his page and @$#%ing commission him!

Second, this takes place in the city of , land of zombies, bomb-defusing Amazons, flying bullets, and swinging surgical saws… and so much more.

Dr. Josefine Mengele and the mentioned Crimson Conservative are my creations, © 2009.

Comments welcome, even if it’s just to engage in a bit of a trivia contest. The name Bianca Haight was inspired by two sources: the Joker, Bianca Steeplechase, from the Thrill Kill comic miniseries (yes, in an alternate DC reality, the Joker is a babe), and Haight from a violent, atmospheric game I got into on the Playstation 2. Any ideas on what that game was?

Description
Eat the Press, Part Three
by JamesE82

An abandoned chemical plant, the West End, Angel Falls…

“The überuntoten was a bit late arriving at the scene,” the thin man said. “While en rout it apparently mistook a bystander for the target, and was occupied with him for a short while.”

The silent, utterly still figure on the catwalk did not ask what had happened to the bystander--her eyes did not even give a sign that she was hearing the report.

Concern that a man may have been murdered by one of her undead servants did not enter the her mind for an instant, Shelby St. Paul was certain. She was not sure of much when it came to the woman in the gray surgeon’s smock and black metal face mask looking down on them, but she was positive that feelings of distress for the innocent were not at all a priority for Dr. Josefine Mengele.

“The reporter,” another servant of the doctor said. Other than her name being Bianca Haight, and that she was a harsh and ill-tempered woman in her late twenties, Shelby did not know much about her. Shelby glanced at her as Bianca, leaning against a piece of machinery, glared at the thin man. “What about him?”

“Dead,” the thin man, who’s name Shelby had never heard, said. “John Wallace escaped his apartment building with the help of a police detective, but the überuntoten was able to follow them into a subway tunnel and shoot him to death. The detective survived thanks to some unusually skillful maneuvering; the überuntoten‘s helmet camera recorded everything up until it was forced to collapse the tunnel with a rocket in order to evade the detective, who was bent on giving pursuit.”

“Fascinating,” Bianca sighed. “But if the doktor wants a detective story, she’ll read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” The brunette pushed off of the dead machine she was leaning against with an elbow and strode forward, polished black boots clomping on the factory’s cement floor. “The reporter is dead; that’s all that matters.”

If the thin man with the strange, grayish complexion was insulted by Bianca’s tone, he showed no sign of it. Emotionless, Shelby thought. No wonder Mengele likes him… if she likes anyone on earth, anyway. Shelby doubted she did, and wondered why the German surgeon kept someone as volatile and outspoken as the Haight woman around. Was she beyond caring how her underlings behaved?

As if sensing she was being thought about, the blunt brunette turned her eyes towards Shelby. “And you?” Bianca asked, striding past the thin man and towards her. “Where was the Crimson Cunt through all this?”

Shelby cleared her throat. “Downtown,” she said, choosing to look at Haight as opposed to the unnerving figure on the catwalk. “There was an incident at the Occupy Angel Falls encampment. It seems some explosives had been found, and a plot to use the device to try and destroy a portion of the financial district was underway. As she was closest to the scene, the police allowed the Crimson Conservative to try to dispose of the bomb. When she-”

Many things happened in the same instant then. Bianca’s boot knocking Shelby to the ground before the other woman dove for cover… gunfire… the thin man’s body jerking wildly… the sound of twin motorized saws springing to life…

From the ground Shelby’s eyes were drawn to Josefine Mengele, who was kicking off the railing of the catwalk with her foot, darting through the air, and planting the other foot against a towering piece of machinery, in turn kicking off of that. The spark of ricocheting rounds flickered after her, but the doctor was too fast for the gunman to get a bead on as Mengele pinballed off machinery and the nearest factory wall. Then she touched down on the floor, but the instant her boots landed, she was up, cart wheeling and twisting through the air across Shelby’s field of vision. In an impossibly short amount of time she was on top of the gunman.

And the gunman went to pieces.

An efficient slayer, Dr. Mengele’s saws became silent as soon as the severed body parts of the man behind the ambush plopped to the floor. The killer stood looking at the pile of limbs and bloody torso segments, unblinking, without a drop of any sort of emotion in her icy blue eyes.

Bianca Haight was at her boss’ side in a flash. “Mossad,” she said, picking up the arm gripping a modified Uzi in its lifeless hand. “Swarthy bastard--right out of Israel. And the damage those bullets caused…” She shook the dead hand free, letting it join the rest of the body on the bloody ground. “Tungsten,” she said after detaching the weapon’s long magazine and examining the remaining rounds. “Deep penetration. They wanted you aerated, boss.”

The sultry brunette glanced to Shelby’s right, and Shelby followed her eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but the shock of what had just happened made that impossible.

“Nothing life-threatening,” the thin man said, getting to his feet as black blood oozed from two gaping wounds in his chest.

“Good,” Haight said, “’cause we’re clearing out.” She looked at Dr. Mengele, who nodded. “Spread the word,” Bianca said to the man. “We’re leaving. Standard evacuation, Plan C.”

Both Bianca and the thin man got on their radios and started giving orders, their voices thankfully drowning out the sound of blood dripping from the gory surgical saws spattering onto the ground.

I didn’t sign up for this, Shelby St. Paul thought, having an imaginary venting session with her employer. I was only supposed to monitor that redheaded behemoth, not get shot at by Israeli secret agents and be surrounded by zombies. Janet Raison, what have you gotten me into?

She looked from the statue-still, red-splattered form of the doctor, to the ruined human on the floor. A wave of nausea passed over her like an oncoming fever, but then the doctor turned and walked off, replacing the motorized saws into the sheaths on her back as she went.

Though there was still a pile of body parts on the ground, and a man ten feet away from her who should have been dead standing erect and speaking calmly into a handheld radio, no longer being in the presence of Josefine Mengele was enough to make the nausea fade a great deal.

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Part one: [link]
Preview: [link]
Part two: [link]

First, though I’m sure you recognize the unmistakable style, the amazing is behind this depiction of my diabolical Nazi doktor as she springs into action. I’m through messing around with you people: Go to his page and @$#%ing commission him!

Second, this takes place in the city of , land of zombies, bomb-defusing Amazons, flying bullets, and swinging surgical saws… and so much more.

Dr. Josefine Mengele and the mentioned Crimson Conservative are my creations, © 2009.

Comments welcome, even if it’s just to engage in a bit of a trivia contest. The name Bianca Haight was inspired by two sources: the Joker, Bianca Steeplechase, from the Thrill Kill comic miniseries (yes, in an alternate DC reality, the Joker is a babe), and Haight from a violent, atmospheric game I got into on the Playstation 2. Any ideas on what that game was?