Well I Don't Know What's Going On, But Hell, Count me in

"Kirsten, you can't leave ze man behind, he's probably just albeit troubled, just let him calm ze hell down." Francis said calmly as he took the suit, he did end up getting out of the jeep, and walking with the outfit towards the bathroom, where he expected Fliqpy to be. "I plan to check on ze man, I am not leaving him. He may be American, but it would be wrong to do so."

In the meantime Fliqpy watched as the family separated, the two children as young as they were, followed their mother into the woman's restroom. After all, they were young enough, it didn't matter much in their eyes. However it was the man that he was interested in, and he followed him with a vicious grin crossing his face, as he followed the man into the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind Fliqpy and the man, the damn communist who needed to be killed in his eyes.

"So, you're a communist, a politician let alone. One who wants to change this country? Cute, since it won't happen now." Fliqpy growled out, as he watched the man actually turn around to look at him. Of course the only thing he would see aside from Fliqpy's face, was the glint of his bowie knife.

"W-wait! I have a fam-" The man sputtered off, before Fliqpy grabbed him by the neck, and threw him into one of the urinals. Listening to a crack as some of the porcelain shattered, and possibly the males arm.

"Do you think I care? I murder families with no regret, you bitch." Fliqpy said with a hint of delight in his voice, as he picked the man up from the floor, and threw him once more. Watching with a smile as he manage to throw the man into one of the stalls. A tight confined space was always the best place to murder someone, in a brutal manner after all.

"P-p-please...stop this, I'll do anything!" The man yelled, as his head was smashed into one side of the stall. The action was repeated once or twice, however soon after the man collapsed in front of Fliqpy, crying in pain. "Please....let me say goodbye to my children...." The man trailed off, as he looked up at Fliqpy.

"Don't worry, you'll see plenty of them in hell. Watching them suffer alongside you." Fliqpy said gleefully, as he kicked the man in the chest, watching as the man fell to his hands and knees. "Now look into my eyes, it's the last thing you see after all." As Fliqpy spoke, the click of his pistols hammer being cocked again could be heard. Of course as asked the man looked up, but only after a few seconds, the gun went off. Sending blood, and bits of skull everywhere. Leaving Fliqpy's uniform splattered with splotches of blood.

By then, Francis had walked in, watching the whole murder transpire, but he said nothing. It was no different than what he saw in war, aside from the sheer brutality that was displayed, "Head back to ze car. I need to get changed. Also, be careful, zhey want you gone I think." Francis said calmly, watching as Fliqpy stalked off past him.

Fliqpy made his way out of the bathroom, however he saw a young boy on the way out. With his mother who was cowering as he walked by. The mother held tightly onto both children, yet even so, Fliqpy pushed her off, and onto her back. Leaving the two children standing alone, he looked down at the boy, putting his pistol on safety, and handing it to the boy. "I killed your dad, are we clear? When you grow up, come find me, and try to kill me. I suggest you start training though, child, I'm not easy to kill." He said calmly, as he walked off, leaving the boy holding his own personal gun, and the terrible memories of how his father died.

"Hey, come on, let's go! He's dead, my job is done, police will be here soon." Fliqpy called out, as he walked towards the jeep, taking his jacket off, leaving him in his black tank top. After all, the jacket was covered in blood, and he didn't plan on wearing it in the jeep.

Francis was the next to follow Fliqpy, he was walking out with a new suit on, adjusting the tie to it, "Much better, looks nicer, no blood, and no Nazi markings." He said to himself.

Garen leaned forward in the seat, and pointed to a wide area between two pine trees. "There, it is just overgrowth. And the only area this thing can really fit in." He leaned back once more. "If you don't know where you are going after that, just let your senses guide you, not your feelings." He closed his eyes, and felt the force flowing around him. He took a deep breath, and he ignored the terrible smell of the air. He put both hands flat on his lap, palms down. "I will meditate on our situation. Tell me of any issues if we have them." Garen slipped himself into a deep meditation. To a viewer it would seem as if he simply went to sleep, or was taking a nap. But in reality, he was in deep connection to the force, and was aware of everything happening around himself.

Carter looked at the young man with a confused look at his face. "Right, right" he muttered thoughtfully as he followed Garen's direction and led the car towards the gap between the pine trees. Seeing that Garen seemingly took a nap soon after only aggravated the look on his face.
At this time, when the engine was warm and able to sustain itself, Carter tried to turn on the headlights. The result was barely adequate: some relatively dim beams who shed light on the grass a few meters in front of the car just enough for Carter to distinguish a pair of tracks leading onwards. This prompted him to chuckle quietly and slowly follow the subtle path that unraveled in front of him.
A short while after he abruptly stopped. In front of him, a log was blocking the way. It seemed to be small enough to be moved out of the way but too big for the low suspension of the Camaro to overpass. "Damn." he growled as he opened the door to take a closer look.

At sight of the log hovering above the ground with no support, Carter remained silent as his jaw dropped. He quickly snapped out of it and followed Garen inside the car. "You. You'll teach me this one day." he said still flabbergasted due to what he had just seen. In this state, he carried on driving, closely inspecting the "road" in front of him in search for any obstacle that may damage the car or impede its progress.

Fliqpy did catch sight of the man in the treeline, and growled albeit, "Who the fuck are, and what do you think you're doing? Never mind, two options, come with us, or I fucking kill you. Not leaving a damn witness, aside from the kid. I owe him something after all." He said with a slight smirk, as he watched the mother and kids hurry past him into their vehicle. The boy still clutching onto the gun he had received, giving Fliqpy a pure look of hatred. The first true experience of rage the child would ever have, since he was at least thirteen.

Malice gives a chuckle. As for your first two questions I'm Mal and I'm watching the show. As for coming with you I've got my own plans but I like your.....work, so I'll keep an eye on you." With one last smirk Malice gave Fliqpy a small flash of his true form before vanishing in a small flash of red light.

Jason turns his head out the jeep "Whats taking so long."

(I'ma give this a friendly little bump, to get this moving again.)