The large company of MI5 agents made their way through the sewers towards their target. They quickly moved towards their objective, their machine guns and rifles poised and ready. Suddenly, the agent leading them all put his hand out behind himself and they all immediately paused. Slinging his machine gun onto his shoulder, the leader climbed up the ladder. He slowly opened the hatch and peeked inside. Opening the hatch fully, he swept his hand forward and climbed into Pulvis, the rest following after him. Ted stared at the monitors, not in the least bit surprised by the coming attack. There were no secret entrances that hid from his view. He picked up the phone once more.

  “Let me guess...” Ellis said in a bored manner before he had a chance to say anything.

  “Yes.” He replied and simply put the phone down. Ellis put her phone down and casually stood up from her chair. She pressed a button and an alarm blared. Everyone sprung into action and proceeded to arm themselves with whatever they could find. One of the agents turned his head to his colleague next to him.

  “Shut up.” Was all his colleague simply said to him before he had a chance to say anything. He turned around and looked at the company. “Alright, you all know what to do. Remember, just because Ellis is a woman doesn't mean that she's harmless. She is possibly the most dangerous adversary that you will face. Get close to her only when you think you will have a shot at killing her. Other than that, kill who you can, try to cut their numbers. Move out.”

  The company all split apart immediately, covering the entire organisation. The alarm stopped wailing, signalling the beginning of the battle. Two agents made their way down a corridor and saw their enemies pop out suddenly. They did not seem surprised and quickly gunned them down without hesitation. They stepped over their corpses and continued forward. A small group of henchmen quietly stepped through the maze of rooms, rifles in their hands. They saw some agents come towards them from around a corner and a small gunfight commenced. One henchman died as his rifle jammed and he was gunned down. The rest of the agents were unlucky as the bullets tore through their uniforms. They collapsed to the floor and the henchmen continued forward. Suddenly, something heavy landed on the floor, rolling towards them. The henchmen stopped and looked down, just as the grenade exploded a second later, tearing them apart. Blood splattered all over the walls and their limbs fell to the floor as the corridor was filled with smoke, cracking the walls apart. The agents came out from around the corner and continued forward through the gore, unfazed by the nauseating sight. Ellis crept around, her sword in her hand. Turning a corner, she saw two agents walking along, their backs to her. She quickly stepped over to them, her footsteps as light as air. She suddenly rammed her sword through the first agent's back and turned, using his corpse as a shield against the second agent's bullets. She drew her sword out and thrust it upwards, piercing the point into his chin and out of his skull. Ellis drew her blade out and let the corpse fall to the floor. She continued forward, looking for more enemies to kill. A small group of henchmen fought against their enemies, gunning them down. They crept around once the agents were dead and went through a door, coming to a large room. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and one henchman dropped to the floor. The agents came out from their hiding spots and a gunfight ensued. The henchmen fired their pistols and one of them fired his revolver, pulling down the hammer every time with a single swipe of his palm. The agents fired their pistols and one of them dropped to the ground as a bullet passed through his face. Another henchman died and a couple of seconds later, another joined him. An agent died as a bullet pierced his heart. The remaining agents unleashed their fury and killed the last henchmen, riddling his chest with lead. Suddenly, everything was quiet and they stood in place, the barrels of their guns smoking. The last two agents looked at each other and nodded to one another, continuing forward. The Undertaker slowly paced up and down his domain, having no weapons to fight with. Suddenly, there came a loud banging. He snapped his head towards the door as it suddenly crashed open. The agent went to fire at him, but his gun merely clicked. The Undertaker laughed, amused. Snarling, the agent threw away his empty gun and strode up to him.

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  “Now that's more like it!” The Undertaker said to him loudly. He gestured to his enemy with his hands, telling him to come and face him. “Let's see what you've got!”

  Both combatants raised their fists and proceeded to circle each other like wolves. Suddenly, the agent threw a punch that the Undertaker easily dodged. He delivered a counter attack, punching the agent in the cheek. The agent shook it off and delivered a punch that the Undertaker dodged again. But he did not anticipate the second punch and it landed into the side of his head, rocking him. He spun, almost collapsing and the agent suddenly grabbed him, pushing him. The Undertaker staggered and tried to regain momentum, but couldn't and fell into the vat of acid. He screamed in a voice that was not his own as the solution ate away at his apron and skin. The agent looked on in horror, not believing what he was seeing. The Undertaker's blood bubbled away and his skin melted. His blood-curdling scream was cut short and he floated on the acid, which was nothing more than a bubbling pool of blood, skin and bones.

  Earl sat at a desk in his operating theatre, staring at the door. Suddenly, it crashed open and he held his hands up as the agents prepared to fire at him. They all surrounded him and one of them slung his gun onto his shoulder, went to arrest him. Suddenly, Earl jumped up, grabbing a hammer in one hand and an autopsy breadknife in the other. He smashed the hammer into one of the agents, breaking his neck and then smashed it into another agent’s face, killing him instantly. The agent's face caved in, deformed beyond recognition as his skull splintered and his skin ripped apart. Blood splashed onto Earl's face. He spun, slashing a throat open and then spun once more, killing yet another agent. He stuck the claw end of the hammer under the last agent’s chin, causing it to protrude out from his mouth and then swiftly drew it out, tearing the agent’s jaw from one of its hinges, ripping it apart. The corpse dropped to the ground. Suddenly, there came the sound of running footsteps and some more agents arrived. They saw the scene of carnage and the pond of blood that covered the floor. One agent retched at the sight and doubled over, vomiting. The blood-splattered inquisitor spread his arms out, silently telling them to face him. He grinned a crazed and bloody smile like the psychopath that he was. The agents aimed their guns at him and let out a barrage of bullets. Earl’s body jerked and jarred about violently as blood splattered all over the place. The agents stopped firing and Earl dropped to the floor, bleeding out from the magnitude of bullet wounds. The agents turned away from the scene of slaughter and continued forward. Ellis slashed away at her enemies, blood flying all around her. Suddenly, an agent jumped out, stabbing her in the chest. Ellis gasped. Having gotten over the shock in two seconds, she swiftly killed the agent, drawing the length of her blade across his neck. He collapsed to the floor as his head fell back, his throat opening up like a red purse. Ellis drew the knife out, seething, and dropped it. Gasping, she limped away from the fight and retreated. She dragged herself along the wall and made her way down a flight of stairs. Opening a heavy metal door, she closed it behind herself and slid the large latch shut, locking herself inside. Grabbing a dusty bottle of rum from a shelf, she uncorked it and slid down against the wall. She took a swig and then looked down at her wound, still feeling the hot blood soaking into her suit. She took another large gulp of the rum and then stared at the bottle, at her dull reflection, suddenly rethinking her life choices.