Martin stood at the cliff listening to his cellphone for a while.
..
"Good, then it's the other one. Hold on"
Martin attached a headset to his phone and grabbed a shovel and started digging.
"He's like, this huge guy. Long purplish hair, leather pants and spiked shoulder pad... Oh yeah, the real deal. He fight's with extreme speed and clawed Johnathan to shreds. Until Johnathan hit him in the face with a blaze of glory that is... explosive suicide."
*sigh*
"Didn't get to see that up close, shame"
"Oh shut up you know you'd have watched"
"huh? oh yeah, so he totally survives that, plus he's got this blood lust in his eyes. I think he's our guy."
"What do you mean doesn't fit the description? I didn't get a description!"
"Fuck clearance levels I have a right to know that kind of shit."
Explosions are heard in the distance.
"Yeah well I don't - hold on..."
Martin drops the shovel and digs around in the stuff he threw in the back of the van to find binoculars.
"Ma'am, I got sight on the target. I repeat I got sight of the fucking target."
...
"I'll finish up here and then I am going over there, I'll keep you up to date."
He lighted a cigarette, even though he'd said he'd stop for good this time.

20 minutes later Martin swept the sweat of his head and put the shovel down.
He pressed play on his laptop and took a few steps back.
Martin sat back and watched the fruits of his labor.

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Amazing grace blasted over the town as a funeral salute to all that had fallen that day.
Martin smiled as he shot the last magazine of 21 bullets into the air and threw the gun of the cliff.

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