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American Terminator

I’ve heard of this guy before, Therion, one of the Carapace Mortelle’s top commanders. He looked the part for sure. Now keep in mind I was part of the Alphabet agencies at one point in my life, and I’m no stranger to “Enhanced interrogation methods” but usually we left the whole mutilation part till the end of especially hard and uncooperative sessions. Not at the start. Jesus Christ, poor son of a bitch, left with no eyes, no face, and no hands, all for what? Unfortunately the old man didn’t even know me… well, I guess we can always make it an eye for an eye Therion.

Maybe it was the cheap whisky still flowing through my veins, or my nerves on edge of a deep incline. I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was still being watched by that freak Therion. He was a hollowed shell of in the shape of a man, if he could’ve he definitely would have had me skinned alive. Speaking of freaks, I encountered another pack of Rattlers nearing the Skin Road, slacked jawed muscle bound brutes, boasting the average intelligence of your local Alphabet agency operative high on a power trip from here to Mars. They were also after the package, granted if it came down to it they’d probably treat the package more humanely then Therion and the boys of the Mortelle.

This guy just struck the fear of God into that horde of Rattlers, Jason was his name and his band of merry men were and are apparently the armed wing of the Companions of Saint Leo the ninth, a.k.a. The Argonauts. Some would unkindly call them Sicarios, killers with a unwarranted amount of self righteousness, no better no worse then the Mortelle boys. I still rather grab a drink with the Rattlers over The Argos or the Mortelle to be honest with you, but for now it was best I played nice with them, after all they had so graciously taken care of my Rattler problem and honestly these guys didn’t seem above sending me on a one way trip to Funky Town to be honest.



An eye for an eye, maybe it was my savor complex, an American Hero jumping in to save the poor and disenfranchised people of the Gulch, or maybe I was just dumber then I seemed under that mask. I wasn’t about to let the Psyren fall into any of these freaks hands, Rattler, Mortelle, or Argo. To hell with them all.

Description

webcomic link
www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/…

commission link
Commission Sheet
American Terminator

I’ve heard of this guy before, Therion, one of the Carapace Mortelle’s top commanders. He looked the part for sure. Now keep in mind I was part of the Alphabet agencies at one point in my life, and I’m no stranger to “Enhanced interrogation methods” but usually we left the whole mutilation part till the end of especially hard and uncooperative sessions. Not at the start. Jesus Christ, poor son of a bitch, left with no eyes, no face, and no hands, all for what? Unfortunately the old man didn’t even know me… well, I guess we can always make it an eye for an eye Therion.

Maybe it was the cheap whisky still flowing through my veins, or my nerves on edge of a deep incline. I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was still being watched by that freak Therion. He was a hollowed shell of in the shape of a man, if he could’ve he definitely would have had me skinned alive. Speaking of freaks, I encountered another pack of Rattlers nearing the Skin Road, slacked jawed muscle bound brutes, boasting the average intelligence of your local Alphabet agency operative high on a power trip from here to Mars. They were also after the package, granted if it came down to it they’d probably treat the package more humanely then Therion and the boys of the Mortelle.

This guy just struck the fear of God into that horde of Rattlers, Jason was his name and his band of merry men were and are apparently the armed wing of the Companions of Saint Leo the ninth, a.k.a. The Argonauts. Some would unkindly call them Sicarios, killers with a unwarranted amount of self righteousness, no better no worse then the Mortelle boys. I still rather grab a drink with the Rattlers over The Argos or the Mortelle to be honest with you, but for now it was best I played nice with them, after all they had so graciously taken care of my Rattler problem and honestly these guys didn’t seem above sending me on a one way trip to Funky Town to be honest.



An eye for an eye, maybe it was my savor complex, an American Hero jumping in to save the poor and disenfranchised people of the Gulch, or maybe I was just dumber then I seemed under that mask. I wasn’t about to let the Psyren fall into any of these freaks hands, Rattler, Mortelle, or Argo. To hell with them all.