Jacob Cross Commando 1.

Chapter three chasing criminals
“A deamon was spotted in new York recently, lieutenant,” Gyiulen said to cross in the briefing room as soon as Niqy Yrdelli and stryker left the room.
“Do we know who?” Cross asked.
“Diazide Alghazor,” Gyiulen said. Aks slammed his fist into the table.
“Alghazor,” he muttered quietly. “I can’t hunt him today. My tribe needs me.”  Gyiulen nodded.
“Very well. Go to your tribe Aks,” Gyiulen said. He then turned to Cross.
“Now about alghazor,” he started. “Seems he is going to start collecting in China town. Also your vigilante is going to be there.”
“The kid. Alghazor will go after him,” cross said.
“But why is the kid going to be there?” Cross asked.
“Mafia activity,” Gyiulen answered. Cross shook his head with his hand on his face.
“Well atleast we might be able to recruit the kid,” he said. “I’m going to have a small force with me when we corner the deamon. If we can. Alghazor is a skilled and deadly target. What about general Williams?”
“Ah yes Williams. I can have Xee and Esh investigate him,” Gyiulen said.
“Very well. I will be on my way then,” cross said. He walked out leaving Gyiulen on his own inside the briefing room. He walked down the hallway down the stair way into the gate room. There was blood on the floor.
“What the hell?” Cross said seeing it all.
“My apologies, lieutenant. Possessed Trygons,” said one of the valkerie monitor watchers.
“Does Gyiulen know?” Cross asked.
“Yes sir,” he said.
“Very well. Set coordinates for New York,” Cross said. A few beeps as the man typed into his monitor sounded throughout the room and the gate fluxes a little as it found it’s new location.
“Coordinates set. Connection optimal. You’re good to go sir,” said the man. Cross nodded and stepped through.
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Once on the other side a man wearing an army uniform stood there.
“Good afternoon sir,” he said.
“Hey. Let colonel Smith know that I have been ordered by colonel Gyiulen to get together a squad and chase down a priority target,” Cross said.
“Yes sir,” said the soldier as he tapped on the tablet in his hand.
“Room Charlie twelve. There will be personell awaiting your orders sir,” he said. Cross nodded and left down the hall way leading to an elevator. Once the elevator took him up and he walked into room C12 there were several people wearing different uniforms standing in ranks. One of them handed him a piece of paper listing all the personnel and there jobs. There were twelve people in all.
“Lieutenant Thomas?” Cross said looking up into the crowd. A man wearing a navy blue uniform stepped up. He had a seal pin on his left chest. His eyes were a dark blue color. He wore a digital blue hat over his bald head. He had a very athletic yet muscular build showing the training he had endured.
“You are second in command,” cross said.
“Aye sir,” Thomas said.
“The rest of you all will listen to him and follow his commands. There is a deamon lose in the city collecting surrogates. Its optimal to catch him alive but kill when necessary. Also the vigilante hero of New York will be around. Do not kill him what ever you do. We move out at 2200. Get your shit together and prepare.”
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It was dark out. The allies were empty. Occasionally a homeless man would scatter away as the twelve man team moved through the city.
Cross noticed a fast moving shadow to the left. Then it moved to the right. It stopped infront of them wings out fire in each hand.
“These will make fine surrogates,” he said.
“Fire at will!” Cross shouted. Gunfire erupted as each man found a spot for cover. The deamon whom was no doubt Diazide Alghazor threw balls of fire at the platoon. He flew off laughing.
“Crazy mother fucker,” cross muttered.
“Sir shall we pursue?” Thomas asked. Cross nodded.
“Split up and cover as much area as you can. Two man teams. Thomas you are with me,” cross ordered. The team scattered in search of the deamon. Cross had a small machine gun in each hand. Pointed in different directions. Thomas was behind him a knife in one hand pointed outward over his pistol. He looked back every few seconds covering the back. Cross concentrated hard on the air sensing the life forms around him. He looked around and sensed two souls. One not entirely human and one completely deamon. He sensed high tension between the two.
“All personnel make your way to the alleyway outside 58th and Carter!” Cross shouted into his mouthpiece. He ran in the direction of the souls.
Once all the soldiers got there what they saw was really strange. Cross knew that for any non deamon to fight off possession took hard training. And the kid they saw was fighting off the creature like he was a deamon. Alghazor stood struggling with this one.
“Now I see what you are,” alghazor said as he released his hold and flew off. The hooded kid fell to the ground. The kid then got up and looked around. Cross shined his light off his gun at the kid.
“I need you to come with us,” cross shouted. It was no doubt the vigilante hero of new York. As he was walking towards cross both hands out he looked around.
“We aren’t the police if that’s what you are worried about,” cross said.
“How do I know your not lying?” Said the kid.
“You stopped a very powerful sex trafficking operation by yourself two years ago,” cross started. “I’ve seen you slip cash into the hands of the homeless when you have it. We have been watching you. If you come with us I can promise you a soft bed and a warm meal. A beer if you are so inclined. Just one day. Come with us and we can offer you a position amongst our ranks. You have a drive for what you fight for. What do you say?”
The kid looked around. Then he looked down. The mask he was wearing hid his thoughts.
“Alright. Lead the way,” he said.
The deamon got away. But cross knew he accomplished something. He got the kid that saved people in new York on a daily basis. Maybe the kid will take this proposition knowing that he will have an opportunity to save more people from more then just new York. Maybe.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot humanity??

For those of you who didn’t quite get its another way of saying “what the fuck?” You know what really gets me? Fucking extremists. Extremist racist. Extremist feminist. Extremists fucking athiest. Extremist Democrat. These people put themselves in a group and fucking run wild like a crazed lion starved for days. If you haven’t realized it yet it pisses me off. I mean holy shit people! What? I can’t get a job without some crazy bitch telling me she should have got it because she is a woman? Did it occur to you that maybe you dont qualify for the job for oh I dont know lack of training? That’s not equality. That’s man hating. Or how about this whole police brutality phase we as a country we are going through? Sparked racism out the ass. I’m surprised fucking Neo Nazis aren’t marching through the streets singing “praise Hitler the nigger is dead.” And of course you run through the internet and we care more about the color of a dress more the Veterans living on the streets because we as Americans abandoned them. It doesn’t fucking stop there I’m barely scratching the surface of this fucking horse shit. Between the fear of ISIS coming over and blowing the hell out of us in the name of there fraud Allah and the whole totalitarian death scare we are giving ourselves not mention assholes on the internet are arguing over stupid shit. Does God exist or not. We aren’t going to come to a goddamn conclusion over that. Oh I know lets blame Obama. Well to be honest I feel like Barack Obama himself is a fraudulent bitch. But he is only a fraction of the issue. We are the rest of it. Humanity well fucking kill itself over its selfish horse shit. World hunger is a huge problem yet we have these fat fucks gobbling a dozen McDonald’s hamburgers a meal. We have a huge poverty problem yet the very celebrities you worship make millions. Our people are starving while Congress is voting to get a fucking raise like America is a corporation. Yet as Americans we do nothing about. What the fuck people?? To deep into Facebook to look around and see the self destruction around you? Or are you afraid to thrown in some horse shit fema death camp? News flash they dont exist. While all you dumb stupid ass mother fuckers are arguing over who is better or whether or not homosexual marriage should or should not be legal understand your fucking problems will not be fixed as we continue to decline further into chaos. We are our own doom. That’s a fact ladies and gentleman. Ive said my piece. If you have something to say there is a comments section. Use it.

Response to those of you who “THINK” any kind of metal and/or rock “sucks”

Okay first off let me explain the title. I put thinks in all caps and quotation marks because your opinion doesn’t make it a scientific fact. I also put sucks in quotes to show you your second mistake. It makes you sound like a teenager failing English.

Now onto the reasons I decided to write this blog. I have seen many videos and blogs on this subject. Some out of religion, and some out of opinion. I am here to debunk your theories and speak the honest truth. Just because you don’t like a genre doesn’t mean its bad. It means you don’t like it. Your opinion is irrelevant. I’m tired of seeing people try to act “cool” and put up these things. Its offensive to most metal heads. Including me. Trying to use religion as a way to get people to stop listening to it is quite douche bag like of you.

Now lets start with some education involving history. Metal comes from rock. Rock comes from jazz and blues. If metal is really talentless then so is rock, jazz, and blues. So all metal has a root. Who knew? Oh. Me. That’s who. Next education on the subgenres of metal. There are hundreds of sub genres. I will not list them all but I will say this. Death metal is only one of them. Hair metal from the eighties are the ones that dress in tights. Alright now we got that covered. Onto the next subject. The vocals.

The screaming you hear from heavy metal, death metal, metal core, and death core to name a few is something that started in opera. Yep opera. It’s supposed to be an emotional connection of sorts and it allows some to release anger very safely. It requires skill to do as I have been practicing that sound. Its very difficult and it requires a strong diaphragm to do properly. Unlike most rap artists who really only know how to talk. Like the failed English. Metal singers also have amazing voices when they sing. They practice. Lead Singer of Metallica took classes to get it right. Next the instruments. Guitar base and drums. All require good timing and hand eye coordination not to mention a decent amount of music theory knowledge. Chords seem easy. Try learning over a hundred of them. Now try doing those chords on a guitar. Notice how on your first try you have to position your fingers just right to get the perfect sound. It takes practice and talent to play any stringed instruments. And at the beat metal artists are at it takes lots of both. Drums. Most people can’t move all four limbs independently. That’s a fact. Try it. You will fail first time. Also takes talent and energy. Lots of it. Next lyrics.

Now this is were I get angry. I fucking hate it when somebody tells me that all metal is about worshipping Satan or some shit. Fucking hate that ignorant bull shit. You are going to judge me over my taste in music?? Really dude?? Let me tell you something. First off lyrics in metal tend to be grammaticaly correct and they tend to hold beat. Metal artist talk about anything and everything. Usually life and the such. Just because you don’t like a genre of music it doesn’t make it the devil. Fuck you. Here is an example of a metal song. Rose of sharyn by killswitch engage.

Numb.
And broken.
Here I stand alone.
Wondering what were.
The first words I said to you.
Hoping.
Praying.
That I will find a way to turn back time.

Doesn’t sound satanic to me. Now onto mainstream music. Rap and pop.

Synthesizers and sex. You now have lady GaGa. That’s all I have on that. Fuck you.

Now let’s talk the religious side of it. First off keep our music out of your religion. I am not Muslim so your rules do not apply to me. Christians, first off I am one. Second off read the book Psalms before you start judging me for taste in music. Third do what the Bible says. Don’t judge. I hate it when some Bible thumper tells me I’m in the wrong and going to hell for listening to For Today. Religious dogma has no hold over me as it does you. As a true Christian I don’t try to brainwash others into fear. That’s not what its all about and using my taste in music as your way of instilling fear is pathetic and childish.

Quit trying to spout off your opinion like its fact. Truth is all you are is making an enemy out of decent people. Metal heads are decent people. We don’t care for swag. We don’t care to look cool. And we sure as fuck do not live every day to please you. Your opinion is irrelevant to us. We will not down your music publicly because we don’t care. It’s your life. It’s your opinion. It’s none of our business. It’s all just music. If you don’t like it don’t listen to it. That’s all I have on this.