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I spring to my feet and run blindly toward the tree line. I’m tired of fucking around with these cunts. Every second they’re breathing is a second too long.

“Vike,” Wolf calls, but I keep running into battle, axe and blade in hand the way my ancestors had. “You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

A guard stands facing the clearing, his back to me. I dive for the trees and swing my axe, cleaving the gunman’s head in two. Then I move onto the next bastard, throwing my knife at his chest. It buries into the hilt, splitting ribs to meet its target. I yank the axe from the dead guy on the ground.

“Jesus, save some for the rest of us, will ya?” Wolf says.

A long, winding path with overarching branches leads to the west side of the island. My spine prickles with bloodlust and I follow it, having to duck under the bare boughs. I don’t know where it leads, but I’m betting it’s where I’ll find the other pedophiles.

“You know,” Wolf whispers. “One of these days, you’ll use a gun when approaching the enemy head on.”

“Why, when my axe is so much more reliable?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because an axe can’t kill someone from several yards away.”

“Maybe your aim is just shit.” I chuckle. Branches snap up ahead and I stop in my tracks. Wolf almost runs into me, but we’ve been in enough situations like this to read one another in battle. He lifts his gun just as the guard comes into view of the pathway, but I charge toward the fucker, burying my axe in his head before he can pull the trigger. Blood splatters my face in a wet arc, and I smile and rub it over my naked skull.

“Jesus, where the fuck is the Pedo Squad getting their weaponry?”

I shake my head. “No fuckin’ idea, but we’re gonna need the name of their supplier so we can pay them a visit.”

Wolf kicks the dead kiddie fiddler. “Well, this guy isn’t gonna tell us.”

“Nope.”

We exit the path and find ourselves at the base of a two-story house. Its huge sandstone façade looms up before us. I glance at Wolf.

“Guards are likely inside, which means that these dumb fucks are willing to die to protect whatever is in there.”

“More child rapists?”

“That’s what the fuck I’m thinkin’.”

“Long way from the cover of these shrubs to the house, brother. That’d make us real fuckin’ easy targets.”

“Don’t see another way around it, do you?”

Wolf lets out a resigned sigh. “Guess we’re goin’ in then.”

“Yep.”

“You know, those devout bitches better be fuckin’ worth it. Never risked my goddamn life before for so much pussy that I’m not even gettin’ to stick my dick in.”

“Don’t fuckin’ pretend you weren’t lookin’ at that brunette bitch with the pale eyes. She’s Arie’s blood sister, and you’re gonna stay the fuck away from that one.”

“Come on now, brother, you’re confusing me with someone who likes a fuckin’ chase. I like ’em real easy, already wet and spread-eagled on my bar when I get home. I’m not interested in chasing some fucked up pussy who’s married to Jesus, or whoever the fuck these bitches worship.”

“You just make sure it stays that way. I don’t need my bitch shooting her mouth off on me for letting my boys have their wicked way with her Sisters.”

“Nah.” Wolf shakes his head. “I wouldn’t touch that pilgrim pussy even if my dick was at risk of falling off.”

We move away from the path toward the house, completely exposed. I don’t have a good feeling about this, but I don’t see another way around it. Shots ring out from the second-story windows. White-hot heat spreads through my ear as a bullet wizzes past, grazing my skin and cartilage. I’d planned to break a window on the first floor to get inside, but they’re fortified by bars.

We circle around to the back of the house and jimmy the lock. Wolf takes out a guard on the stairs, riddling him with bullets. Two more greet us at the door with guns cocked. The first is a nervous, puny little fucker who I could break in half with my bare hands. I smash his face into the wall and bury my knife in the base of his skull where his vertebrae and head meet. Wolf takes care of the other.

One of the kiddie fiddlers in white robes aims a pistol at us. He stands in front of two great double doors with more of those fucked up images from their rape room. Did he touch her too? Did he rape her as a kid? He doesn’t look old enough to have had her then, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t molested girls since. I’ve grown tired of these assholes and their fucked-up child pornography taking up space in my head.

Wolf aims and shoots. The pistol falls to the ground as he screams and holds up the gaping red maw where his kiddie-fiddler hand used to be. The asshole turns and bangs on the door to be let in. I swing and bury my axe in his back, lifting him off the ground as blood spurts from his abdomen and decorates the walls. I stare at the painting of that fat Prophet fuck with naked kids on his knee like some fucked up Santa Claus, now blood spattered and ruined.Better.

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