Deploy Chapter 7

DEPLOY (7)

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"Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

I'm livin' for givin' the devil his due"

As Blackshot freed her from the last rope, she smiled at him. The Protectorate simply ignored her as he turned towards the trees that surrounded the clearing. They are surrounded by the dead, both Human and Demon alike. Dark crimson blood mixes with bright red ones. Blackshot hefted his looted laser rifle. He surveyed the trees further before beckoning her to come.

"Not so fast,"

He stopped. Blackshot's heart rate increased. He knew that aura. He felt that presence before.

That presence when the Solomon's Blade Battleforce engaged the Olympians in a bloody fight over Greece.

"Poseidon." Blackshot acknowledged as he whirled behind him and aimed.

"Put your toy away. It's not gonna hurt me." Poseidon grinned as he took a step forward. Blackshot let loose three shots directly aimed at his face. Poseidon immediately cursed as he jumped back. "Hey, I was just bluffing! What's wrong with you!"

"Let us leave peacefully, and I'll let you walk away." Blackshot snarled as he put himself in front of her.

"Huh, who's that, your wife?"

"No," He says as he glanced at her face. "But pretty enough to be one."

"I can't believe Protectorates are polygamists."

"What do you want, Poseidon?"

Poseidon was a middle-aged Hispanic man with a short cropped hair and a goatee. His dark blue sleeveless armor still reflects the moonlight and the symbol of trident can be seen on his left breastplate.

"Her." He said as he pointed his trident, which he seemingly drew out of nowhere, at her. Seriousness can be seen in his dark green eyes.

"Go find some girls in Hooters. I heard they got some virgins out there. Well of course there's a higher chance I'd be struck with lightning than encounter one."

"Stop it with your crap, Protektovare. Hand her to me."

"Sorry buddy," Blackshot grinned as he raised his laser rifle at Poseidon's face. "She's with me now."