You realize that you have no idea who is who is who. But you do not show this to your men.
"Guards number 1 and 2, go with Yellovich." There is much confusion as everyone tries to decide who is Yellowvich, and who is guard numbers 1 and 2. Luckily, however, Yellowvich is wearing his second-in-command uniform.
"Slave, take your vodka, you're hurt real bad!" Suddenly everyone claims to be your slave. But you can tell, because he is more injured than the others.
"Number 3, you're coming with me, you take care of Slave." Someone you can only assume is number 3 nods his head.
"Guard number 4, take your vokda son, you're gonna need it." The guard smiles and nods eagerly, but then frowns over the last bit.
"Yellovich, slice guard number 4 in half - that'll show these alien scum we mean business! #4 Starts screaming about his wife and family, but Yellowvich ignores him, and slices him in half. But the blood is red not yellow. What a shame. Anyway, you carry on:
"We'll take the torso and head north to the diner, your patrol can take the legs and head south to the engine room."Your men show looks of disgust, but you ignore them.
"Come on men, let's go!" That cheers them up a bit. On the way to the diner, you come across a person dress as the captain. He gives you a broad smile. "Hello, I am the-" You pay his little speech no heed and kick him in the chest! You use a bit more force than necessary, and all of his insides come flying out! He slumps over, dead. Your team look at you with a look of horror, then disgust. Yellowvich and #3 obviously think that you are a changeling. Slave rushes to your side, drinking all his vodka as he does so.
Chief Constable Alexei Alexiyevich Alexiyev: 100/100 health.
Death squad officer slave: 100/100
Enemies:
Yellivich Yelloco Yell: 100/100
Deathsquad officer #3: 100/100
Inventory: Vodka (Bag)
Vodka (Bag)
Human Torso (Bag)
Human Head (Bag)
Plasma gun (R Hand)
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