Volz's Mission

The waves lap against the fishing boat, Abba, as the music playing aboard blared loudly. A scraggly looking sailor holding what was once a full bottle of rum and sung loudly along to the music in a drunken slur. “Ahh theres nuffin' betta den bein out at sea, listenin' to Abba an' drinking rum.” He said and then laughed hartily. “And now...” He said as he reached down to unzip his pants, “Time to go fishin'.”

“AHHHHHHHH!” Yelled Volz as he violently wakes up. The blue man/woman was sweaty on a bed roll. Looking around, Volz realizes it was just a dream. The combat chef stood up and, with a quick movement, took out a cigar and lit it. “Ahh...” Volz exhaled in an orgasmic-sounding tone. Light shone through the tent and s/he stood up, pulling on all of his/her equipment and exiting the tent. S/he looked at the tent and decided whether it was worth taking along, seeing what was his/her objective. Volz reached in a pocket and withdrew a note with a picture. The note was written by the “Head Chef” s/he assumed and it spoke of his objective. The picture was that of a bald man with crazy eyes and an orange sweater. “Shouldn't be that difficult to kill him, but he is so damn...” said Volz, staring at the man with a longing. S/he put the note and picture away and continued to walk in the wasteland, loose clothing flapping in the wind. 'Hardest part if this mission,' Volz thought, 'is to find this 12 person.'