The Omen of Death
My presence has marked your eventual demise.
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Porras
"I don't drink," you say.
"You don't drink? How can a man not drink? Come on, one drink, on me!" Blanco says.
"Have a drink, Porras! Live a little!"
"It leads to immorality."
"It leads to immorality?! Rivera's drinking so much he's pissing lager, yet I will bet my fucking house he'll be in church tomorrow! He's not immoral!"
Rivera smiles and gives a thumbs up and downs another shot.
"Going to church doesn't mean shit. Half the kids here in Tijuana are clutching a gun in one hand and a crucifix in the other," you reply.
"Ah, here he goes again! Fuck, somebody get a few drinks in this man!" Blanco exclaims loudly, annoying the other residents of the bar.
"Calm it down, gentlemen! We're all friends here!" Rivera smiles cheerfully.
"Captain, order Porras to have a drink!" Blanco exclaims loudly.
Captain Mendez allows his stone face to crack slightly as he gives a tiny smile, but he doesn't reply.
"I can understand it. I wish I didn't drink so much," Rivera says.
"Once you see what the Cartels can do to a man, you'll be glad for it to ward off the nightmares," Blanco says.
"Maybe," Rivera shrugs. "Hey, alcohol breaks up families. My wife is pregnant. I want to be at my kids graduation rather than in a bar."
"If you want to be a family man, what the fuck are you doing in SWAT? This job takes a lot of our time, is very stressful and the Cartel have a price on all of our heads," you say.
"I want to make a difference," Rivera says defensively.
"You are," Captain Mendez says.
"If there has ever been something to toast to, it's that!" Blanco says, raising his shot glass as he tries to fill it with vodka, spilling half on the table.
You raise your glass of coke, and nod.
"To making a difference!"
"To making a difference!" you all shout.
The next morning...
The Next Morning...
Blanco
"Fuck!" you shout, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you cut open your face again in a pathetic attempt to shave.
You made some bad choices last night. You could've handled the drinks you had with your friends, it was the additional bottle of whiskey matched with the speedball you put into your veins after you got home and invited some lady friends off the street and back into your room that did you in. You think Rivera and Porras suspect, and Captain Mendez must know about the amount of evidence disappearing and the reports of dealers being shaken down by an off-duty caught, but because of your otherwise squeaky clean record, he's let you off.
"Are you sure you don't want to come back in bed for a few minutes?" the ugliest of the prostitutes calls.
"Get out of my house, we're finished here!" you call with annoyance, before finishing shaving.
You sigh, before hearing your work phone ring.
"Fuck!" you scream, punching the mirror.
One hour later...
Rivera
"Anyone want coffee?" you ask, staring at Porras and Captain Mendez, as well as the other four members of your team, Garcia, Gallo, Perez and Sindile.
"Black," the Captain replies, as the others remain quiet.
Blanco bursts through the door, a cigarette clenched between his teeth.
"Sorry I'm late," he says, grabbing a chair and sitting. "What's the situation?"
"We have reports of the location of a group of kidnappers known as the Espada de Dios," Captain Mendez says as the projector shudders to life to display an old, massive wooden mansion in the middle of the desert.
"Espada? We'll be killing priests? Porros rejoiced and Rivera wept!" Blanco laughs.
"Priests don't kidnap people. These are criminals, Satanists. They do not have the Lord's protection," you reply as your fingers absent-mindedly wrap around your rosary.
"Satanists? Says who? When I was a boy, I had a man on my street who was an alien android, a mad psychologist, a prince, a general and the horseman of war. You can't trust rumors," Porras says.
"I don't give a damn. We move in, kill any hostiles and save any hostages. Same as usual," Captain Mendez says.
"Yes, sir!" you all respond.
"Everyone in the truck. We'll go over the plans inside."
Fourty Minutes Later...
Mendez
You've done this many, many times before. You've led countless raids, and have one of the lowest causality per raid rates of any SWAT team. Still, you feel fear as you approach this mission, a heavy pit in your stomach. This is the kind of fear you've felt sitting up in bed, alone in the house as Papa drinks at the bar and Mama works the streets, hearing noises from every shadow outside your window, or under your bed, or in your closet. You need to stay strong for your men, though.
"Alright! Everyone clear with the plan?"
"We split up and everyone gets a scooby snack?" Blanco smiles from the driver's seat.
"Gallo and Garcia go in through the back, sweeping through the kitchen. Sindile and Perez head through the side entrance into the lounge, and they both head through the hallways to meet with us in the central chambers as I take Rivera, Blanco and Porras into the main entrance. Then, we clear the upper floors while Rivera and Porras defend the lower floors, and then we sweep the basement."
"Got it, boss," Blanco says.
"Yes, sir," the others reply.
"I want to move quickly. If we haven't secured the ground floor in sixty seconds, we've fucked up. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" they bark.
"Good!"
"Five minutes!" Blanco barks, as the van goes silent.
"Three minutes!"
"Sixty Seconds!"
"Ten Seconds!"
The van pulls up outside the house, and the group bursts out. Silently, you move out of the back, motioning for Gallo and Garcia to head around the back as Perez and Sindile head to the side. Blanco and Rivera take position on either side of the door as Porras jogs forward holding a sledgehammer. You stand by the door as Porras raises the hammer, before swinging.
Porras
Your sledgehammer breaks the door open after a hefty swing, and it caves inwards. You toss the sledgehammer aside as Blanco, Rivera and Captain Mendez charge in. You quickly follow in afterwards, raising your submachine gun. A waft of warm air hits you, blasting your senses with the smell of rotting meat and burnt wood. You quickly scan the room, before pausing momentarily in shock.
"Jesus Christ..." Blanco says.
The room has a grand stairwell, and piled all along it are mutilated bodies, all missing arms, legs and heads with their torsos hacked apart, gaping holes where each of their hearts would be. You see some have their mouths and eyes stitched shut, but thankfully they're all dead. Then, you see at the top of the grand staircase is a massive crucifix. Affixed to it is a pale man, his eyes gouged out to leave two bloody holes that stare into your eyes. His mouth has been carved into a brutal Glasgow grin, before being stitched shut, leaving a creepily long smile that stand in contrast with the sheer desperate terror on what remains of his face. His naked body is covered with scars, some old, some recent. His genitals are missing, a horrified, infected hole where they once were. He stares at you in terror, somehow seeing you. His body writhes in pain as his joints twist despite being nailed to the cross, desperately moving as his stigmata begin to bleed onto the floor suddenly.
"God our father, grant this...!" Rivera begins praying.
"Men! Check those corners! Secure the floor! Stay on target!" Captain Mendez barks. "Rivera, call in med..."
"Captain!" the radio crackles to life. "We're under attack! They're everywhere! They took Gallo... AAH! Get off me! Get off me! Captain, we need..."
"Shit! Rivera, Blanc..."
The radio goes silent.
"Captain!" the radio bursts out again, and you recognize Perez's voice. "Sindile and I got seperated! What the fuck are these...? No, please! Please, I...!"
Perez's voice is replaced by a long, horrified scream of terror, pain and desperation.
"AAAH!" a voice screams, this one not coming from the radio.
You turn and look as the crucified man's stitches tear open, releasing a wave of blood as his lips are torn apart.
"Expergiscere!" he screams in a deep, garbled voice, before he bursts into a deep laughter.
Suddenly, the bodies on the ground begin shuddering, and they begin to stand. The crucified man continues laughing as the bodies continue to stand, pulling themselves up via the banister and standing up on legs, arms and even wrapped around other corpses. The monsters all stand, and there's a second of silence as the crucified man stops laughing. The monsters slowly turn, staring at you.
1. Get out via the front door
2. Open fire
3. Attempt to escape through one of the side rooms
Porras
"I don't drink," you say.
"You don't drink? How can a man not drink? Come on, one drink, on me!" Blanco says.
"Have a drink, Porras! Live a little!"
"It leads to immorality."
"It leads to immorality?! Rivera's drinking so much he's pissing lager, yet I will bet my fucking house he'll be in church tomorrow! He's not immoral!"
Rivera smiles and gives a thumbs up and downs another shot.
"Going to church doesn't mean shit. Half the kids here in Tijuana are clutching a gun in one hand and a crucifix in the other," you reply.
"Ah, here he goes again! Fuck, somebody get a few drinks in this man!" Blanco exclaims loudly, annoying the other residents of the bar.
"Calm it down, gentlemen! We're all friends here!" Rivera smiles cheerfully.
"Captain, order Porras to have a drink!" Blanco exclaims loudly.
Captain Mendez allows his stone face to crack slightly as he gives a tiny smile, but he doesn't reply.
"I can understand it. I wish I didn't drink so much," Rivera says.
"Once you see what the Cartels can do to a man, you'll be glad for it to ward off the nightmares," Blanco says.
"Maybe," Rivera shrugs. "Hey, alcohol breaks up families. My wife is pregnant. I want to be at my kids graduation rather than in a bar."
"If you want to be a family man, what the fuck are you doing in SWAT? This job takes a lot of our time, is very stressful and the Cartel have a price on all of our heads," you say.
"I want to make a difference," Rivera says defensively.
"You are," Captain Mendez says.
"If there has ever been something to toast to, it's that!" Blanco says, raising his shot glass as he tries to fill it with vodka, spilling half on the table.
You raise your glass of coke, and nod.
"To making a difference!"
"To making a difference!" you all shout.
The next morning...
The Next Morning...
Blanco
"Fuck!" you shout, staring at your reflection in the mirror as you cut open your face again in a pathetic attempt to shave.
You made some bad choices last night. You could've handled the drinks you had with your friends, it was the additional bottle of whiskey matched with the speedball you put into your veins after you got home and invited some lady friends off the street and back into your room that did you in. You think Rivera and Porras suspect, and Captain Mendez must know about the amount of evidence disappearing and the reports of dealers being shaken down by an off-duty caught, but because of your otherwise squeaky clean record, he's let you off.
"Are you sure you don't want to come back in bed for a few minutes?" the ugliest of the prostitutes calls.
"Get out of my house, we're finished here!" you call with annoyance, before finishing shaving.
You sigh, before hearing your work phone ring.
"Fuck!" you scream, punching the mirror.
One hour later...
Rivera
"Anyone want coffee?" you ask, staring at Porras and Captain Mendez, as well as the other four members of your team, Garcia, Gallo, Perez and Sindile.
"Black," the Captain replies, as the others remain quiet.
Blanco bursts through the door, a cigarette clenched between his teeth.
"Sorry I'm late," he says, grabbing a chair and sitting. "What's the situation?"
"We have reports of the location of a group of kidnappers known as the Espada de Dios," Captain Mendez says as the projector shudders to life to display an old, massive wooden mansion in the middle of the desert.
"Espada? We'll be killing priests? Porros rejoiced and Rivera wept!" Blanco laughs.
"Priests don't kidnap people. These are criminals, Satanists. They do not have the Lord's protection," you reply as your fingers absent-mindedly wrap around your rosary.
"Satanists? Says who? When I was a boy, I had a man on my street who was an alien android, a mad psychologist, a prince, a general and the horseman of war. You can't trust rumors," Porras says.
"I don't give a damn. We move in, kill any hostiles and save any hostages. Same as usual," Captain Mendez says.
"Yes, sir!" you all respond.
"Everyone in the truck. We'll go over the plans inside."
Fourty Minutes Later...
Mendez
You've done this many, many times before. You've led countless raids, and have one of the lowest causality per raid rates of any SWAT team. Still, you feel fear as you approach this mission, a heavy pit in your stomach. This is the kind of fear you've felt sitting up in bed, alone in the house as Papa drinks at the bar and Mama works the streets, hearing noises from every shadow outside your window, or under your bed, or in your closet. You need to stay strong for your men, though.
"Alright! Everyone clear with the plan?"
"We split up and everyone gets a scooby snack?" Blanco smiles from the driver's seat.
"Gallo and Garcia go in through the back, sweeping through the kitchen. Sindile and Perez head through the side entrance into the lounge, and they both head through the hallways to meet with us in the central chambers as I take Rivera, Blanco and Porras into the main entrance. Then, we clear the upper floors while Rivera and Porras defend the lower floors, and then we sweep the basement."
"Got it, boss," Blanco says.
"Yes, sir," the others reply.
"I want to move quickly. If we haven't secured the ground floor in sixty seconds, we've fucked up. Got it?"
"Yes, sir!" they bark.
"Good!"
"Five minutes!" Blanco barks, as the van goes silent.
"Three minutes!"
"Sixty Seconds!"
"Ten Seconds!"
The van pulls up outside the house, and the group bursts out. Silently, you move out of the back, motioning for Gallo and Garcia to head around the back as Perez and Sindile head to the side. Blanco and Rivera take position on either side of the door as Porras jogs forward holding a sledgehammer. You stand by the door as Porras raises the hammer, before swinging.
Porras
Your sledgehammer breaks the door open after a hefty swing, and it caves inwards. You toss the sledgehammer aside as Blanco, Rivera and Captain Mendez charge in. You quickly follow in afterwards, raising your submachine gun. A waft of warm air hits you, blasting your senses with the smell of rotting meat and burnt wood. You quickly scan the room, before pausing momentarily in shock.
"Jesus Christ..." Blanco says.
The room has a grand stairwell, and piled all along it are mutilated bodies, all missing arms, legs and heads with their torsos hacked apart, gaping holes where each of their hearts would be. You see some have their mouths and eyes stitched shut, but thankfully they're all dead. Then, you see at the top of the grand staircase is a massive crucifix. Affixed to it is a pale man, his eyes gouged out to leave two bloody holes that stare into your eyes. His mouth has been carved into a brutal Glasgow grin, before being stitched shut, leaving a creepily long smile that stand in contrast with the sheer desperate terror on what remains of his face. His naked body is covered with scars, some old, some recent. His genitals are missing, a horrified, infected hole where they once were. He stares at you in terror, somehow seeing you. His body writhes in pain as his joints twist despite being nailed to the cross, desperately moving as his stigmata begin to bleed onto the floor suddenly.
"God our father, grant this...!" Rivera begins praying.
"Men! Check those corners! Secure the floor! Stay on target!" Captain Mendez barks. "Rivera, call in med..."
"Captain!" the radio crackles to life. "We're under attack! They're everywhere! They took Gallo... AAH! Get off me! Get off me! Captain, we need..."
"Shit! Rivera, Blanc..."
The radio goes silent.
"Captain!" the radio bursts out again, and you recognize Perez's voice. "Sindile and I got seperated! What the fuck are these...? No, please! Please, I...!"
Perez's voice is replaced by a long, horrified scream of terror, pain and desperation.
"AAAH!" a voice screams, this one not coming from the radio.
You turn and look as the crucified man's stitches tear open, releasing a wave of blood as his lips are torn apart.
"Expergiscere!" he screams in a deep, garbled voice, before he bursts into a deep laughter.
Suddenly, the bodies on the ground begin shuddering, and they begin to stand. The crucified man continues laughing as the bodies continue to stand, pulling themselves up via the banister and standing up on legs, arms and even wrapped around other corpses. The monsters all stand, and there's a second of silence as the crucified man stops laughing. The monsters slowly turn, staring at you.
1. Get out via the front door
2. Open fire
3. Attempt to escape through one of the side rooms