BLOODWORTH 3: Blut und Stahl by Tai Goodman (distant reading TXT) 📕

Phoenix crumpled up the paper and threw it away. "Racist bastards." The trio shook their heads, walking in an opposite direction. 

"I'm sick and tired of this shit. We've got one racist group in America. Don't need another one that looks like fucking ghosts."

Phoenix hopped on his choppercycle and headed off. He was on the road, and then noticed a semi-truck turning right a little too much. Phoenix honked his horn and screamed, "HEY! PULL TO THE LEFT!" 

The truck still closed in on him. "HEY!"

He had no choice but sped forwards and accidentally drove off of the bridge, landing in a yacht's hot tub. "AAAAAHHHHHH!" 

Phoenix landed directly on top of a person, relaxing in the hot tub. He retracted his choppercycle and jumped over the edge of the hot tub. "WHAT THE HELL!"

Nazis busted out of the middle of the yacht, aiming their weapons, right when he put his mask on his face. "HEY! PUT YOUR HANDS UP, MASKED TERROR!"
Phoenix shrugged and held up both of his middle fingers. "There." One fired his pistol at Phoenix. The other one of his friends stole the weapon. "SCHTOP! DU IDIOT! Wir können mehr Geld bekommen, wenn wir ihn lebend zu Hitler bringen!" the Kommandant informed the two. Phoenix operated the device on his arm. The Kommandant pointed his silenced pistol at Phoenix. "AMERICAN! STOP VHAT YOU ARE DOING, RIGHT NOW!"

The gadget materialized a second pistol and completely created it. Phoenix stole the pistol and now had TWO cyberpistoles. Phoenix fired both guns into the Kommandant's eyes. "SCHISSE!" the first Nazi screamed. The Kommandant fell backwards onto the second Nazi, as the first ran back into the yacht, locking the door behind him. Phoenix approached the door, with the second Nazi at gunpoint. "Nein! Don't shoot!"

"I don't take orders from you." 

Phoenix fired one gun into the forehead of the man. He twisted the knob, and the digital screen underneath the doorknob displayed, "LOCKED/VERSCHLOSSEN." Then the automated system replied, "Please say the password."

"Fuck you."

"Incorrect. Please say the password."

"Umm... Schisse?"

"Incorrect. Please say the password."

"Hitler." 

"Incorrect-"

Phoenix smashed the screen and looked up at the second story of the yacht. "Alright, we're gonna do this the hard way." Digging into the pockets of a Nazi corpse, Phoenix received a small knife. "Good enough." Then he looked up, and stabbed the wall with the first knife. He alternated, and stabbed the wall with the second knife. Phoenix's teeth and muscles cramped together. Phoenix removed the first knife, and punctured the wall a little higher. At this point, he was dangling by one knife. Then Phoenix removed the second knife and punctured the wall. "It's like rock climbing, but it ain't for kids." Phoenix repeated it two more times, and then some screaming came from inside the yacht. 

"FEUERRRRR!"

"Foo-what?" 

Then a barrage of gunshot pierced through the wall, firing beneath Phoenix's legs. "HURRY THE FUCK UP. NOW!" 

Phoenix quickly scurried up the wall, when a bullet shot him in the foot. "AGH! MMMMMGH!" 

His foot started bleeding. Pulling his whole body through the handrails, he secured himself onto the wood deck. Phoenix inserted both of his thumbs into the bullet hole. He pulled out a cigarette lighter and stuck it into the wound. "AHHHHHH!"

The first Nazi from before busted out of the yacht's door and looked around. "Er ist nicht hier! WO IST ER?" 

He looked at the porous wall from the gunfire, and noticed a conspicuous pattern of punctured holes that were different. "IN DER ZWEITEN GESCHICHTE! SCHIESSEN!"

Phoenix then watched a bullet fly through the wooden flooring besides him. "Whoa... What the hell?" 

Then a second one shot underneath Phoenix's armpit. He lifted his arm, and a steaming hole from the gunshot was radiating off of the coat. Phoenix stood up and then fell over again. Two more shots flew through the floor below, missing Phoenix. A man walking casually around the boat's top deck, sucking on a popsicle, and spotted Phoenix. "Oh mein gott... ICH FAND IHN!" 

A faint, "OVER HERE!" echoed from underneath the deck. And a bullet shot the man in through the chin. Phoenix stood on his two feet quietly, and slowly walked to the front of the yacht. "Just like you did in Germany." Phoenix continued strolling over to the front, and entered the front where a man in a cat mask was playing an arcade machine by the control panel. "Am I seeing this right?"

The cat turned his head, pressing the pause button on the arcade machine's control.

"I've been training up to zhis point to kill you." He summoned a short furry and pink beam sword out of his pocket. "Let us get zhis over with, ja?"

Phoenix's blades extended on his wrists. "Sure. Let's do this." The cat and Phoenix struck blades, inching each other backwards. Phoenix, blocking the beam with one of his wrist blades, smacked the other one into the beam, launching the cat into the control panel. "Zhat vasn't very nice, now vas it?"

Phoenix swung at the cat, and missed. He turned and faced the cat who was in front of the arcade machine. The maniac swung his saber in a circle, cutting a hole into the floor where him and Phoenix fell into the relaxation room. They landed adjacently from each other. Phoenix stood up, with an injured foot, in a staggered position. "I DON'T GIVE TWO DAMNS IF IT'S ANIMAL ABUSE, BUT I'LL STILL KICK YOUR ASS!"

The cat hissed at him and swung the beam sword. Phoenix dodged it by a hair and with his foot, he stole a chair by sticking his toes through the bars on the back, and launched it at the cat. In retaliation, the man sliced it into two pieces. "Zhat vill not hurt me. But ZHIS VILL HURT YOU." 

The cat's beam sword transformed into a beam-shotgun. "Holy hell, you better avoid that." 

The cat fired a beam at Phoenix, which he dodged. Instead of hitting Phoenix, the beam swept right through the middle of an electronic hockey table and sawed it in half. "Alright, now you know how dangerous that fucking thing is." Phoenix pulled out his pistol and aimed. His finger squeezed the trigger... Tick tick tick! "SHIT!" he screamed. 

The cat fired another beam and burnt a hole into a white couch cushion. "STAND STILL!"

Phoenix dodged another shot, and said, "OKAY. FUCK IT. HAVE IT YOUR WAY." He pulled out the handlebars, transformed it into the choppercycle, and drove circles around the cat. He couldn't even fire directly at Phoenix due to the speed he was traveling at. Phoenix's mask read, "GOTTA GET SOME SPEED." Then he swerved around, stopped, and drove straight toward the cat with his wrist-blade extended. 

"If I did this, know you asked for it."

Right when he darted past the cat, he decapitated the man. Phoenix hit the brake and stopped his vehicle. The blades on his wrists retracted. Phoenix walked right by the cat's decapitated head, and crouched down right besides it. The beam shotgun was sitting there, glowing with fluorescent lighting. "Mhm..." he mumbled, standing back up on his two feet. He then strolled underneath the hole that the cat made. Then suddenly, there was an audible sequence of crackling noises coming from above the hole. Phoenix looked up to watch a big black crack spread across the wood of the platform, and the arcade machine crashed through the floor. "MOVE." 

Phoenix performed a combat-roll and removed himself out of the way of the falling object. The machine crashed right besides him. Phoenix then looked at the arcade machine and then the hole. "Huh..."

Phoenix climbed on top of the machine and then jumped, grabbing the ledge and then hauling himself back into the control room. "Time to drive."

 30 MINUTES LATER

Two Nazis were sitting on the edge of a boardwalk. "So... You have decided to join zhe Reich, ja? How is your first day?" the one on the left asked the American. "Kinda good, to be completely honest. I don't have to deal with all those muck-fuckers. I can sit on my ass and direct them to the hole they belong in." 

The man laughed and said, "So... I have heard off of zhe radio that zhe masked terror is in Missouri. Do you zhink we can eliminate him from zhis country?"

"Probably. We've got better numbers than that guy."

The two noticed a yacht approaching from far away. "The hell- Does that guy not know how to fuckin' drive?" 

"I agree... Vhy is he coming directly towards us?"

The yacht started getting closer and closer. "Alright now it's getting too close, should we do something?" the American asked. Then the yacht crashed directly into the boardwalk, shattering wooden planks and debris everywhere. Luckilly, the American Nazi was on the other half of the split dock. Then he watched Phoenix climb onto the lifeboat on the side of the vessel, and lower himself down. Then he leaped out with his knife, pouncing on the Nazi. "LAND-HO, MOTHERFUCKER." Phoenix stabbed the Nazi in his stomach, but the man pulled out his pistol. "You terrorist...." He missed Phoenix's head when he shot a bullet straight up into the air. He punched the pistol out of his hand, and into the waters. Then Phoenix examined his environment around him. "Been a while since I went fishing." 

Peter walked right over to Phoenix and asked him, "So... What you been up to, bud? Chaos?"
"I guess."

Then a hailstorm of gunfire rained toward him. "SHIT!"

Peter watched Phoenix steal ammunition from the Nazi's corpse, and bolt behind a huge wooden pole to conceal himself. Peter strolled straight through gunfire just to conversate with him. Phoenix loaded his cyberpistole, still hiding behind the slender pole. "Dude. What're you doing? Phoenix?"

"NOT RIGHT NOW, PETE. CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING?"

"Nope. I'm not there. But I can hear gunshots."

"YEAH. AND A HELLUVA LOT OF THEM, LEAVE ME ALONE FOR RIGHT NOW."

"Alright, alright, jeez. Don't be an asshole."

"CHRISSAKE, FUCK OFF!"

 Phoenix looked for a way out of the harbor. His eyes traced a path over a boardwalk leading from his side to another, and then taking a left to leave. "Alright assholes, my boot's got a bow on it." He transformed the handlebars into his choppercycle, and drove over the pathway right when a missile exploded the bridge. "WHOA!" he screamed. There was an armored personnel carrier on the overpass, and underneath, there was a closing metal gate. "Son of a bitch, that was my way out! Alright, I'll do it my way!" 

He drove up the ramp right when a missile exploded right behind him, causing him to swerve left and right. Phoenix then took a left, seeing a way out through the storage bay of shipping containers. Two grenades landed besides him, but they were left behind once they detonated. Then two people came around the corner just when Phoenix was out of sight. Phoenix's mask displayed two squinting eyes as he noticed a tubular cement pipe in front of him. The minute he drove into it, he did 360 spins round and around in the chamber until he popped out of the other end. 

Then he was back on the ground, safe and sound. He was driving up a ramp right when another missile hit the side of the ramp, knocking his motorcycle to the right of the ramp. "GODDAMN!"

He eyeballed the APC, reloading the rocket projectiles into the gun barrel automatically.