The History Of Comber!

Comber kept watch for Blake. Where is here. He turned to his watch, looking at a pony that was white with red eye, black mane and tail. He turned his head around the corner again and looked closely, spotting a pony that nearly looked like the pony in his watch holographic vision, bit didn't, the cutie mark was a Pie, when Blake's wasn't, his was a face burned with muscle soon in the face. Comber turned his head again, not finding him. Comber ears perked up as he turned around and looked up, seeing a yellow cape white colt fall trying to stab him. He stabbed the trashcan knocking it over and penetrating the lid that was tin. The white colt swung his knife at Comber, the trashcan lid flying at him, Comber blocked and deflected the attack, Black dodge fast and ran at Comber with his knife in his hand, his knife handle was white. Comber eyes narrowed on the knife realizing the knife had indefinitely been sharpened. Comber pulled his knife out and in his stance. Good thing they are in a ally nopony goes down, otherwise the police might interfer. Comber and the white colt dashed past each other, Comber feeling blood go down his left check. The white colt hoodie fell down, showing the face to Comber. That's Blake, rank 11 of the organization. Blake felt his face feeling blood gush from a wound and his cape hoodie fell down, with rage he ran back at Comber. Comber remembered his lessons of disarming a pony. Comber smirked and grabbed Blake's left hoof with the knife in it. Comber twisted the hoof and put pressure at a certain part, making the hoof drop the knife. Blake went to pick it up, Comber attempted to elbowed him in the face, Blake blocked it and swung a hoof at Comber. The part time assassin still holding onto Blake's left hoof, picked Blake up, spinning him like a barrel, slamming him against the wall. Blake horn lit, teleporting behind Comber. Comber sensed the bloodlust as well as saw the magic aura bouncing off the wall that was tan. Blake attempted to stab Comber in the back of his head, Comber moved his head to the right and avoided the attack. Comber watched as the knife went into the home exterior wall; Comber grabbed the hoof with the knife and with his right hoof, hitting Blake in the face multiple times making him let go of the knife. Comber dodged a punch, missing an uppercut. Blake grabbed Comber face, kneeing him in it. Comber slid a little bit back and looked at Blake. Comber smirked with joy. This was the fun he looked for. Comber grabbed the lid and threw it at Blake, who caught the lid and used it as a shield when Comber went to punch him. Comber's punch broke the lid in half; Blake smiled using the two broken lid pieces as sharp weapons, Comber dodged the attacks, receiving little slashes. Comber was waiting for an opening, watching his opponent's attacks, after getting a glimpse of a opening, Comber took it; punching Blake immensely hard in the stomach, making him drop the broken lids and fall onto the ground. His horn lit up, ready to cast magic.

"Celestial cancel."

Comber wasn't letting him use anymore magic. Blake spit up a ton of blood.

"You-you... Bastard... I'll... I'll kill you..."

Comber smirked picking up the broken lid pieces by the handle, walking over to Blake who was trying to get off the ground but couldn't. He was down like he was praying. Comber put the pieces in front of and behind his neck.

"Thanks for the battle, Blake, may you rest in piece now."

Comber told Blake with compassion and regret of having to kill him.

"Wait, don't-!"

Comber pushed the pieces together cutting into the neck, through the trachea and spinal cord. Blake fell down after Comber removed the broken lid pieces, opening a dumpster, throwing the lid pieces in it. He turned Blake over, feeling for a heartbeat, he felt the heart beat, Comber smirked, walking to Blake's knife that was still in the wall of a home, pulling it out and stabbing it into Blake chest, Blake spurted blood out of his mouth. Comber lifted Blake with a magic barrier around him to not let his cape that had been a little slashed up because of Blake's knife, get blood on it; that would require more magic to clean. Comber jumped onto the dumpster, facing Blake body front down towards the dumpster. Comber yelled throwing him in the dumpster. Blood splattering everywhere as the knife penetrated through the chest and through the back. Comber closed the dumpster, using his magic to clean the ally up and the blood in it. Comber jumped down from the dumpster, facing the light of the ally. He spotted a pink mare with a daisy in her mane with golden mane and tail. She definitely saw some of the battle. Her eyes looked as they seen a ghost. Comber put a hoof to his mouth vertically.

"Shhhh..."

The pink mare nodded in fear he will kill her if she didn't listen to him. Her hooves out in an expression saying she doesn't want trouble, she ran to the right really fast, occasionally looking behind her in fear. Comber was still in the ally, putting his hoof down slowly before checking his watch. He saw another pony, is this the fourth traitor or fifth? Comber saw a mare that was green with cyan eyes. Her mane and tail was long with two ponytails in Mane and one ponytail in her tail. The ponytails was red, he remembers the Name, which was Sam. Comber smirked, reading the location where she lived. It was Flustered Town. Comber smirked teleporting in front of his house and deciding to head to her place by hoof.

("Can't keep teleporting, would run out of stamina if I keep that up.")

Comber reminded himself, before healing himself and the slashes on him with his magic, next repairing his cape with his magic. Comber smirked, walking to the east of his house, then turning around the block from the west to the east and then making a sharp right then a sharp left turn. He spotted a house with flowers on the right top window left open and lots of daisy flowers around the house. She must love daisy sandwiches like his friend Nome or she just likes flowers, but this is irrelevant; all that matters is her death. Comber walked to the house, smelling the flowers, getting a reminder of his greenhouse, he smiled before remembering she's going to die, Sam has to die. Comber knocked on the door, his magic on the knife handle in his bag. The door swung open, with a cyan eyes mare standing there.

"How'd you do?"

Comber was confused. She doesn't know him. She's indefinitely Sam so what's the big deal? Her mood had no deception, so what's going on here. Comber magic disappeared. He smirked.

"Are you Sam?"

Comber asked, knowing that's Sam.

"Why yes, the one who takes cares of flowers and nurses them back to full health!"

The mare said cheerfully. Comber expression turned to a disbelief one. She doesn't know who he is?

"You are a gardener? Is that why you quit your job?"

"Oh, you mean that job, at the organization. Yeah, they were all a bunch of hides, always being rude to me for no reason. I was forced to work there you know? Wait, you work there too!? And you quit as well!?"

Comber was taken back by her naivety. He felt sympathy for her. He also knew that place was terrible. Comber smirked. He didn't quit, but he will. After he completes his training with his sensei, then he will leave that filthy place.

"No, I didn't, I'm on a job actually."

The mare's heart dropped. Wait did they send him here to kill her!?

"Are, are you here to..."

The mare gulped with fear.

"Kill me?"

Comber slowly nodded with a yes. The pink mare screamed.

"Somepony help me, there's a killer!"

Comber hoof palm seeing a pony behind him. He quickly teleported the mare and him behind the organization. She was still screaming. Comber teleported behind her and put a hoof over her mouth.

"Would you shut the Tartarus up!"

Comber swung her to the ground, knocking her unconscious.

"Your a foolish mare. I would have probably let you live if you would have shut the buck up and ran to the right side of Equestria."

"Let her live?"

Comber's ears perked up, that voice was right behind him. He quickly turned and punched what he thought was a worker in the face. It wasn't a worker. Comber eyes opened wide with shock, that was his father. That blue cape says it all.

"Well... That's a nice greeting for your Dad."

Coomber smirked. Comber retracted his hoof and stared at his Dad, apologizing to him. Comber knew the scolding he would get, not from the punch but by saying what he did about letting Sam live. The part time assassin was also shocked that his punch didn't faze his father at all. That was a strong punch. A normal colt would have had a broken nose. Comber smirked back at his Dad.

"Long time no see dad. Always as strong as I remember."

Coomber walked past Comber with a smirk, placing a hoof on Sam's head, crushing the skull with ease. Comber was shocked, why did he-?

"Comber my son, never ever feel sympathy for the pathetic. Mares or not, they must die if that's your job son, you must do it."

Coomber said while picking up the body and splitting it in half like it was a weak stick. Comber thought he was going over board with the kill.

"Now you take the credit-!"

"Hold up Dad I said would've, but I would've killed her."

Coomber smirked.

"Are you sure? You are telling the truth but your emotions will stop you. Lighten your heart, and you fall like a feather. Harden your heart, crush your opponents with it. You know what I'm saying right?"

Comber slowly nodded with a tiny bit of remorse for disappointing his dad. Coomber smiled. Dropping the body.

"I leave the body here for your credit. Next time you better not even think of showing mercy to anypony."

Coomber wickedly smirked at Comber, before teleporting away, letting the wind blow on Comber. Comber was sad about Sam's death. He knows better to fight his father however, not like he wanted to, he looked down at the body and then himself. He smirked turned devious. His father was right, if he doesn't harden his heart then the chances of him leaving the organization is zero to none. Comber walked away from the body, letting the birds have a meal. Comber wondered if this was a test from his father. What if he enrolled him into this horrible place to A, tuff him up, and or B, see if he can't figure a way to leave the organization, what if?

Comber walked towards the front of the organization and to the doors; he took a last look at Sam's body watching what seems to be like vultures eating it. Comber walked into the entrance door, feeling a little disgusted. The part time assassin used his key, then walking towards the stairs, up to his unit and unlocked it. He saw more creates a mess.

"For Celestia sake I was gone for like."

"A good decent amount of time."

Comber forgot to give the note to the leader, he finished assassinating the traitors. Comber told them to straighten the creates up with a calm tone before walking back out of the door; then down stairs and towards the office, after entering it he saw the leader sitting at his desk stamping papers.

"Hello Comber. I see you arrived, and I'm confident you got rid of those traitors."

"I did sir."

Comber said with a smirk on his face walking towards the leader with the paper out. He hoofed it over.

"Good, good, I trust you Comber. Now make sure your-!"

"My unit's production is good. I forgot to give you this first before arriving back."

The leader smiled; wonderful, simply wonderful.

"Well all good news right? That's what I like to hear. You head back to your unit, because lunch time is going to be called soon."

Comber saw the leader extended a hoof. Comber gave the leader a hoof bump before leaving the office and walking back upstairs. He arrived back at his unit, seeing how straighten it was. Comber walked towards his desk and sat down, reviewing the amount of production was done. It was more than expected. Comber smirked.

("I expected nothing less of my unit.")

Comber was happy they finished all task, but he knew they wasn't happy about doing it. Commer and Bullet sat down at their work stations.

"You killed those traitors Comber?"

"What do you think Bullet?"

Comber sarcastically asked. Does Bullet think Comber would dare steal time from this place?

"Comber completed his job as he always does, Bullet. Why do you have sarcastically ask dumb questions?"

Bullet got annoyed at the detective. Why does he have to be so straight forward and smart. He just starting the conversation.

"It wasn't dumb... Nevermind. Did any of them cause any trouble for you?"

Comber sighed in disappointment.

"Not really besides a colt name Blake, he was good at combat. Sadly he didn't cause any real problems for me."

Comber got up and walked to the create that was full with the lid on.

"I'm proud of you both. This unit always gets what's done very fast. Sadly we aren't the top 1 unit."

Commer was curious which unit is the top 1 unit. It's not like it matters, if they get their work done too fast, then what are they doing for the mean time to kill time?

"I would ask what unit is is number one but if they get their work done faster, then you know what, let them have it. What are they doing that's productive if they completed it all?"

Bullet laughed.

"Right, if I'm bored everyday for awhile then they would surely be bouncing their heads off the wall."

Comber smirked. They are all wrong.

"No, that's not what they are doing Bullet. They are probably talking each other ears off. I'll remind you other units business, doesn't effect us."

Commer was happy somepony else can see from a good and serious perspective.

"You may be right Comber, we don't know what they are doing by that's really none of our business unless it becomes our business."

Commer, and Bullet got up, when they did they heard an alarm go off. At first they thought they caused it but it wasn't them it was-! Comber recognized that alarm. He smirked, some fun actually. Bullet was clueless. Commer remember that alarm.

"Comber?"

"I know Commer. If the police wants a battle, I'll give them one. You both stay here. I'll be right back."

Comber took a hoof off the create and walked towards the door with a serious expression. He shut the door, hearing bullets being fired as he walked out of the unit.

("I was right to bet a traitor would snitch on the organization. Dumb hide. Doesn't he know or she know that they are going to jail too? They probably think that'll save the.")

Comber heard hoof steps to his left, he turned around to see the leader, Granfer walked towards him with a smirk.

"Well well, Comber, I have a new traitor for you kill for this. You head down there and kill those justice fools. The other units including Blade will assist you."

"Understood leader, I'll kill then all."

Comber said with a wicked expression. He was annoyed, angered, and excited. Comber walked towards the steps, walking down them and facing where the bullets was being heard from.

("Time to get to work then.")

A confident smile appeared on Comber's face. He was ready to take care of this crisis. He didn't want help however if they are willing to help, then so be it; it was probably the leaders Idea for them to do so.

Comber saw Boulder Striker, Razors Slicer, and Hammer Smash, and the last one was Blade. Boulder Striker was a brown colt with black around the mouth with purple eyes and magic, he's a unicorn of excellent accuracy with weapons like hammers and blunt weapons, as well as brutal strength and his tail was normal length, the tail was white, green and black in pattern from a hirozontally view, his mane, well he didn't have one. He had a collar or more like to him was a necklace with a black band and metal spikes on it. Razor Slicer was a female pegasus, with dark gray skin, gray eyes and light gray mane and tail with a darker gray in the middle, her tail was very short while her mane was normal size and was a little pointing towards her face. she was skilled with all hooves especially with weapons that was sharp. She's able to hold her four favorite weapons which was a dagger, clever, a knife and a blade that was a knife but was curved. She wasn't always talented with her weapons, especially with throwing them, one bounced back and sliced her left eye, she lucky it was just a scar otherwise she could be blind if it was a puncture. Blade was a orange colt with a black mane and tail, with orange eyes. He also wore an orange cape. He's well know for his speed of completing jobs. Turn your back on this colt and you could face a death sentence fast then you can say it. He's very skilled with a dagger that he keeps at his side and also had a orange handle, the blade was silver and well sharpen to it's peak. The next colt was black, with twos eyes different from each other. One eye was white while the other eye was black, the right eye was black, the left eye was white. His coat was black, his mane and tail was red and white going down from the front to the back in patterns. He had three dots on his face, they were white dots, in the middle of his eyes and upper nose, his mane was long around his neck. He also wore a bandana that was red with white dots on it, his right ear had two gold piecing. He wore cloth like guards for his hoofs, not covering the under hoof, he was Target Shot. Razor Slicer had red upper pants on with black down the legs, the bottom hooves was white. Comber was a black colt commonly know as the part time assassin in the organization. He's the most skilled at combat with many techniques up his belt. His common weapon is his knife which he's very skilled with. Piss this colt off and your innards might just become outwards. Comber walked towards the shooting, finding a huge skirmish with the deputies and the killers, only 5? Well they are the top five. Razor Slicer was wielding all her weapons, deflecting bullets as they come at her, then quickly closing the gap in distance, running towards them and killing then with her weapons. Her clever was commonly used for decapitation and dismemberment. Other deputies try to run at her but her back was guarded by Target shot, his actual name was Shot. He shot many deputies in the head, watching the bullets fly through them and the deputies drop dead like flies.

"Guess I should help..."

A orange colt said with boredom in his tone. He walked towards the deputies, teleporting in front of them, stabbing two through the head, one attempted to shoot him. Blade teleported behind him, cutting his neck and ripping his jugular vein out. Bullets continued to be fired at him. Blade magic stopped the bullets.

"These are yours correct?"

Blade shot the bullets back at the colts, through the chest and at the big metal door, where they hit and fell. Comber smirked, teleporting in and fighting 5 deputies at once, he took a couple of punches after dishoofing them of their weapons, but better than being shot. Comber grabbed one by the head and threw him at the other two, he was getting ready to stab them but was stopped by razor blade who decapitated them with her clever. As their heads rolled, bleeding from where the neck should be attached. Boulder Striker slammed his mallet down on their heads watching brains splatter. Blade killed 30 deputies with their own bullets, Comber killed 25, fighting a lot of them, not holding back, while Razor Slicer and Boulder strike both killed 16 as of now. Comber at one point used his magic to throw a deputy towards Blade who quickly broke their neck, teleporting aside Comber, both back to back, stabbing multiple colts in the heads and in their chest, through their once beating heart.

"Just how many are there?"

Blade smirked.

"I don't know, but we can always count the bodies when we're done taking care of them."

"Yeah if there's bodies left!"

Razor Slicer said with a smile, looking back at Comber and Blade who both only gave her little attention. Boulder Strike kicked a head at a deputy face, the horn went into the eye, killing the deputy. Boulder Striker laughed with amusement.

"Hahahaha! That's a bullseye!" Beat that-!"

Boulder Striker couldn't believe he saw Shot kill 5 colts with his cross bow with immense speed, he shot them all in the eyes, and with such flexibility and reaction speed.

"Shut up Boulder Striker."

"Us your magic fellow deputies!"

A deputy screamed at the unicorns that was deputies. They nodded, their horns lifting up with multiple color magic. They picked the top 5 up, ready to shoot.

"Celestial cancel."

Comber said, slamming a hoof on the ground as he fell, a red aura around him, canceling the deputies magic. The part time assassin disbursed his red aura. Razor Slicer flew back down, Boulder Striker with his hammer spun back to the ground, Blade teleported in front of many deputies kill then with a stab through the frontal lobe. Comber ran towards the deputies, combating them. The leader watched all this happened from the second floor. He was very happy and satisfied. The leader didn't have to call more killers down but he should just to make them feel the fear they should for trying to bring them to justice.

"This is better than the movies!"

The leader said, holding onto the rail and watching his workers take care of business.

"Just more heads to chop off! I... Love the satisfaction of getting rid of these annoyances."

Razor Slicer was annoyed, but happy she can take her annoyance out on the source.

"You can say this will end in a bang!"

Shot shot his cross bow again, landing four deputies in the grave. He threw his cross bow to the side, pulling his gun out, shooting many deputies in the chest and head. Blade and Comber kept killing the authorities that ran at them. Comber dodged three punches after dishoofing them of their guns. Comber grabbed 2 ponies front right hooves, quickly using that leverage to hit then into each other, bumping heads by the sides. Blade took the opportunity to stab his dagger through both of their head, quickly turning around, taking a punch to the face and stabbing his dagger through a deputy's throat. Blade wiped his weapon off with a tiny bit of annoyance. The leader smiled, clapping to himself.

"My workers are excellent, but it would be unfair for the other workers to not participate. They will enjoy the fun."

The leader deviously smiled, he was going to grab his small mic he has in his pocket, press the button, and command the rest of the workers to come and participate. If they weren't already aware from the gunshots, they will be now. The leader grabbed the mic ready to speak.

"Attention all workers, come to the first floor immediately, we have some trouble with uninvited deputies. Bonus checks are award!"

The deputies was in shock and fear. He's bluffing, there's no way they can outnumber them. They will shoot them all dead. The deputies are justice, justice don't fear, justice makes the wicked fear the punishment of their sins. The deputies commander told the rest of the deputies to keep pushing through.

"You going down there Bullet?"

"Nope."

"Same."

Bullet and Commer agreed to stay in the unit and continued to work. If they want to be heroes later on, especially if Comber can free them, killing deputies would not be the right answer unless commanded by the leader or unit manger or floor manager otherwise. They want to be authorities later on if they can ever get free of this wicked horrible place that is called a job. Bullet and Commer continued working on their units production.

Comber, Razor Slicer, Boulder Strike, and Shot was being pushed back by the deputies, taking bullets to their bodies, although Razor Slicer can deflect the shots, she can't stop Soo many, Comber had a spell around him, he was fine besides from the tasers, which he dishoofed them off, shooting one in the mouth before punching the throat, killing the deputy.

The deputies' smirked. If this is the only workers this evil place had, then they are going to get justice served. The judge of this town would probably behead them for their crimes surely. Blade was up to 65 deputies, Comber was 58, Razor Slicer was 45, Boulder Strike was 35, and Shot was 42 in kills. A deputy punched Comber in the jaw, Comber with quick reaction speed grabbed the same hoof that punched him in the jaw, slamming it down breaking it, before pulling it off, he snapped the top part of the bone, stabbing the next deputy who approached him with a taser through the eye. Comber was huffing.

("How many are there!"

Comber got tased by 5 tasers, he kneeled on a hoof, attempting to stand back up. Comber turned his head and saw the other 4 of he top workers beaten and bloody. Boulder Striker was on the ground, deputies surrounding him. Many hoof steps was heard, they were running, the deputies turned to the sound which was behind the stairs, Blade looked up, getting PTSD from the sights of what he saw. That's 70-80-90 no, more than 180 workers. They were all running down the stairs and towards the deputies who was shocked to see that many workers. It a floodgate of them.

"Shot them all deputies!"

The deputies opened fired on the workers who fell one by one, once the bullets ran out, the deputies faces turned blue as the wave didn't stop coming, in fact it was getting bigger and bigger with more workers.

"Retreat!!!!"

The final commander said before having his heart ripped out by Blade and crushed by a hoof on the ground. Blade felt a hoof touching him on the back of his left front hoof shoulder.

"Blade."

"On it sir."

Blade teleported in front of the deputies closing the entrance door that was huge in metal and was open, his magic around it, first it was orange, then it turned black. Blade teleported from the door and back to where the top killers was. The deputies yelled in panicked. How can they get out of here now! They regret coming to this place. The killers was closing in on them, the deputies grabbed their tasers, some deputies hugged each other, others closed their eyes and prayed to Celestia. The deputies with the tasers out shot them, shocking 8 of the killers that was in the crowed, the other killers kept running, reaching the deputies, the deputies yelled, fighting back but it was no use, each time they fought they had no control of their muscles from the force around it, one deputy's head was ripped wide open, the brains being ripped right out, then the eyes, then the head was ripped off the body, the other deputies suffered a similar brutal fate, their heads hit against the door until their skull cracked, and then repeated stomped before their chest was ripped open, their ribs pulled apart and their heart shoved into another deputy's mouth. Comber watch the blood and gore happened. He was even disgusted by the death sentences the deputies was getting.

"Justice trash!"

"Buck all your families!"

"Your fillies will not be spared!"

"Your eyes see you!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Pieces of Hide!"

"You're families is next!"

Many workers laughed with amusement and malevolence. The workers ran away from the scene, reveling their blood and gore art show. Blade smirked as he walked away. Comber eyes was widen, that's beyond too far, especially what they said about the fillies. That's too heartless, it was like his father. That's confirm it, he's leaving this wicked place. Comber looked as he was staring off into space, ignoring the hoof steps walking towards him, he remembers the screams of the deputies that echoes in his mind. Comber felt a hoof tapped his shoulder.

"You okay Comber"?

Granfer asked with worry. Comber seen the other killers healed up. Where did Blade go? Somepony had healed the workers, since Razor Slicer wasn't a unicorn. Comber snapped back to reality.

"Ye-yes. So what's the name of the traitor who told the police about the place?"

Granfer chuckled. Before replying a name Comber could remember.

"Bobby."

Comber wanted to laugh but the scenes of the deputies death still played in his mind. The leader closed his eyes in disbelief of the traitor himself.

"Bobby's the name. I guess that's my game."

Comber moved his watch to his face, clicking on it and searching Bobby. Lots of names came up, do what's the description or his last name.

"What's his last name sir."

"Watter."

Comber typed Watter in the watch, feeling like he's being trolled, that name almost spells water, so that's weird for a pony to be named after a solvent. Comber found what's seems to be Watter.

"He has dark blue eyes, violet mane and tail, with a huge scar vertically on his left hoof."

"That's correct."

"When-!"

"Now."

"Alright, see you later Granfer."

Granfer smiled. Waving a hoof goodbye to Comber as he watched him walked towards the front doors that still had magic on it. Comber was about to walk back and tell Granfer before the magic disappeared. Comber hoof palmed. He could've cancled it if he needed too. Comber opened the big metal doors, listening to the loud squeaking sound. It appears the deputies damaged it. Comber looked down seeing the remains of the deputies.

("That's disgusting.")

Comber mentally told himself.

"Leaving again Comber?"

Comber turned to the voice, that was Nome. Comber assume he's here to clean up the mess.

"I am. Were you down here during the deputies invasion?"

"I was, but didn't participate. Celestia they did a number on the deputies."

Comber chuckled. This is way more than doing a number on a pony.

"You mean slaughter them like pigs. Rip them apart like they were stuff animals. Yes."

Nome held his mop in his right hoof, he started cleaning the bloody mess up. First was the blood then the bigger parts. Comber watched him clean the mess. He seen him put on gloves for his hooves black when he grabbed the brains, liver, heart and the rest of the organs and bodies parts that had flaps of muscle and flesh hanging and ripped apart. That's still nasty. Comber watch him throw it in the trash on his janitor's cart.

"Yours going to be here awhile Nome."

Comber with sarcasm pointed to the left back of Nome. Nome turned and fallowed Comber's hoof. When he seen the mess, he almost couldn't believe it.

"Just what the buck happened! Well, I know what happen but how many deputies was there this time!? Because I lost count after 200!"

Comber laughed. Nome keeping his serious expression.

"I would say over 245."

"Yo, why that many!?"

Comber smirked. He knows why, he works here.

"Because of Bobby, who I'm going to kill for being a traitor. See you soon Nome."

Comber finished opening the doors and walking out it. The doors shut, the light of the sub slowly fading on Nome as it did. Once the big metal doors shut, Nome turned to the corpse and mess of the deputies boides, looking around seeing all the corpses and remains.

("I'm going to be here awhile...")

Nome told himself. A frown appearing on his face. He continued to mop the blood up before cleaning the guts up and remains. Nome had to empty his trashbag 5 times, he turned around, reviewing the scene; he didn't want to miss a single spot otherwise the managers would be angry that he ain't doing his job, and in this place, you don't want that. This will take until the end of today to clean.