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To the Filthy South African Bastard Jakobus Coetzee. [Open Freq]

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Lankin    102

*Jim Butcher walks over to the sink, cleaning fresh blood off his hands

Charlie Jackson is chained to wall, his body slumped over Jim walks over and sits down on an old creaky chair*

To the filthy South African Bastard Jakobus Coetzee.

You have allowed yourself to become absent from someone who calls you a friend.

Your friend Charlie Jackson is in my possession, and will be for some time. If you want to find him, come to Simon Field's grave.

Every day that you fail to rescue your friend, his mind descends further into darkness.

Over time the Charlie you knew will be lost, and then he will be one of us.

With a new purpose.

Good luck.

*On old record player starts playing before the radio going silent*

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*Jakobus hears the radio transmission as he travels down the road, the man's voice stops him in his tracks. He grabs his radio listening to the transmission as he grits his teeth. The man on the radio stops broadcasting, Jakobus mumbles to himself*

Fuck, fuck...no.

*He then holds down the PTT, and with a shaky voice he begins to transmit*

How do I know...how do I know you've got him?

*Jakobus releases the PTT and hesitantly waits for a response*

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Lankin    102

*As the radio goes on, there is static and then silence.

A few moments of silence, foot steps can be heard. They get louder, and then quieter as

they walk away from the radio. Suddenly a man screaming can be heard. He screams out for mercy. As the screams

turn to light cries of help.*

Sounds like Charlie, no?.

That's another day gone by, your a great friend.

*The radio goes silent once again. A voice in the background, obviously Jim Butcher's.*

He'll come for you Charlie, he is a good friend of yours after all, isn't he?

*Radio cuts off.*

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Jamie    1181

A British voice comes through the radio.

I don't know who you are big man, but you're fucked.

..

Jakob, contact me..

*static*

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The Marshal    351

*The voice comes across the airwaves, slow, deep, and authoritative.*

"Jacob... You need support, you just give me a ring. Been awhile since I've had a good reason to string someone up... perhaps more..."

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Jm Von Cat    153

::Alexander would thumb his transmission key shortly after the Englishman spoke::

Ano, you have many friends Jakob if you need it, you have just to ask.

::He would lift his thumb as he finishes speaking::

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Nuclazy    0

*Cpl.MarkLayton hears this over the radio and with no hesitation responds*

"Jakobus my boet. This is Corporal Mark Layton. If you need help all you need to do is ask. As a fellow South African I will not let you face this alone."

*With a serious form he stands up from the fire and loads his gun ready for a fight*

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Lankin    102

*Radio comes on*

Charlie, they're is two, two filthy South Africans.

*In the background, Charlie shouts for help*

*Radio goes silent*

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*As he's walking through the forest , Roland hears this over the radio , leans towards a tree , holds down the PTT button and in a calm voice says*

Aren't you a big fella , huh?

*He laughs a bit and continues talking*

I'm coming for you, buddy just wait.

*He lets go of the PTT button , leaves the radio on , puts it in his pocket and starts walking through the forest*

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Bowser    45

*Max sits listening through the channels until he hears someone mention Jakobus.*

*He perks up and listens, smiling. He hears all the messages before replying.*

"Hey uhhh Jakob? It's Max. You know I will help you if you need me. You've been a good friend and I owe you dearly."

*Max sits back against a tree.*

"Don't need context. Just need to know who dies."

*Static*

"You know where I'm at."

*Leaves his radio on while he waits for further replies.*

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The Marshal    351

*The marshal smiles*

"Another survivor? Oh, no... no no no. This man here is named Jim, Jim Butcher. He's wanted by some guy that's very upset at him. I know this voice. Hard to miss. Quite the bit of dirty laundry, too. Hope that helps with the tracking down bit, gentlemen."

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*He reaches the end of the forest *sighs* , and speaks up holding down the PTT*

Don't you worry , you're gonna be no one when I'm done with you

*He laughs and in a threatening voice says*

We're gonna meet soon ... very soon

*He turns of the radio , puts it in the backpack and heads towards his campsite*

 

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Lankin    102

*Radio comes on, Jim speaks.*

My name is no secret, American.

But I don't act as if I have a god complex, like most people.

You avenge your fallen brothers, I do the same.

Jakobus Coetzee will die, either by my hands, or by the hands of my brothers and sisters.

Now go back to your American dream and your collection of cowboy hats.

And Ill stick to my thing.

*Radio goes silent*

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You hear that? That sounds like someone's trying to fuck with our Jakobus. Well good thing I haven't had a good fuck in weeks!

*Aleksei hears the radio transmission and decides to respond, bringing the radio close to his mouth he presses the PTT button. A man with a russian accent starts speaking*

Hold on tight Jakobus! We're on our way!

*He stops transmitting for a few brief seconds in order to catch his breath*

Two more days until we reach South Zagoria! Don't do anything stupid, eh?

*He stops once more, takes a swig of water from his canteen and wipes his forehead with his left hand. He turns around and looks at the group of men in front of him as he signals for them to move*

And whoever kills that fucking Butcher cunt will be rewarded with their weight in ammunition.

*A crowd of men can be heard chanting "Jakobus!" in the background*

*The transmission ends*

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Lankin    102

*The radio comes on*

Jakobus, Jakobus, Jakobus, Jakobus, Jakobus...

*The radio stays on, Jim Butcher walks away still chanting Jakobus. He then

starts beating charlie to the beat of the chant, the radio goes off as if someone else

turned it off*

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*As he's traveling the road towards Novy , he turns on the radio and hears the last four chants . He sits down by the side of the road under a tree and holds down the PTT button . With an angry voice he speaks up*

It seems you have been busy , Jim. I'm making my way towards Novy. Don't think that me cutting off is the end of our conversation buddy.

*He releases the PTT button , puts the radio in his pocket , stands up and starts walking towards Novy*

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Lankin    102

*The radio comes on*

Do you really want to talk to me that badly.

I'm pretty busy with my friend here.

But maybe soon

*Radio goes silent*

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*While he's walking down the road , he holds down the PTT button and with a smile on his face says*

Well it does get lonely on the road now does it , buddy?

*He releases the PTT button and waits for a response*

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*He holds down the PTT button*

I am speaking for myself , but soon enough , I'll meet my buddy

*He releases the PTT button*

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*Jakobus reaches for his radio, puts it to his mouth and presses the PTT. He voice is still shaky*

Let him...*He rubs his face* let him talk, put him on I want to hear his voice.

*Jakobus paces as he waits for a reply*

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Lankin    102

*Jim smiles, looks over to Charlie, he brings over the radio and raises it to

his mouth*

Someone wants to talk to you Charlie don't be a wise ass now.

Your old friend Jakobus, say Hello.  

*He clicks on the radio for him, listening to

what Charlie might say*

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*Leaning against a tree resting after a long walk with his radio in a hand , holds down the PTT button and speaks up with a calm voice*

Jakobus , I'll need you to contact me. I'm willing to help.

*He releases the PTT button and stares into the distance*

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*Charlie lifts his bloodied, broken face slowly moving towards the radio held by Jim Butcher. His cracked lips flutter open as he tries to speak, his voice hoarse from the endless hours of screaming. He starts to speak in a barely audible and pained voice.*

J..Jakob...

P..Pl..Please help me...

I can't take anym-

*His voice cuts off as Jim lashes out a fist across his face, causing Charlie to scream out in pain over the radio. You hear him break down, slowly sobbing, his body convulsing with each sob he takes. Jim smiles as he pulls the radio away from Charlie's face, "Now he knows I'm not fucking around...". He releases the PTT button.*

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