Just Read Chapter 33 And It’s Already Amazing The Fact That Godzilla Doesn’t Stay Down, It’s Perfect

just read chapter 33 and it’s already amazing the fact that Godzilla doesn’t stay down, it’s perfect also have a dialogue commission if you have the time it’s also a sequel to the last one so here we go

Victor sit’s in a bar trying to process what happened days ago the way he saw Madison all bruised up the tears sliding down her eyes the blood on her clothes it wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else maybe someone she knew the guilt was eating him up

before he could pay the bartender an army of G team soldiers bust their way into the bar causing everyone to panic Sergeant Barnes orders everyone to leave including the bartender Victor tries to do the same but they aim their guns at him it leads to realize it might be about the girl because why else would they be after him

Mark Russel and Ilene Chen enter the bar while Mark glare is at Victor with rage before sitting down asking Victor, where they took Madison

Victor explain’s that Hayworth kept him out of the dark about Madison only telling him it was supposed to be a simple job also recalling how there were bigger forces at play

Mark decides to calm down after hearing victor’s story and decides to show him something on his phone a voicemail from a terrifiedMadison explaining to her father on how the senators and governments were working with Alan Jonah to take down Godzilla and Weaponize Ghidorah

As the voicemail goes on Madison becomes hysterical explaining how they kill Josh and cold blood, but before she could say anything else so barge in and kidnapping her gunshots and Madison’s screams can be heard before cutting off with Victor saying this

Victor: Jesus….and I thought your wife was worse

Mark: welcome to the club

Mark confirms that they also captured Hayworth and are currently interrogating him for any more information the only thing he said was Las Vegas Mark theorize as it could be where they’re keeping Madison

before the conversation continues Sam Coleman calls from the Argo in a panic explaining that Rodan seems to be making his way towards the city they are at leaving mark confused on what he could be looking for

Mark Victor and Chen alongside G team race outside to see Rodan piercing himself on top of a building roaring like a demon out of hell seemingly angry whatever it is, it’s pissing him off

Mark Victor Chen and G team both board the Osprey and begin flying to the Argo while Rodan begin tearing the city apart including the bar, they were just in

here we goo !

The whiskey burned on the way down, but Victor could barely taste it. He sat hunched in the bar, forehead resting against his knuckles even if he was nothing but restless. He did his best to drown out the unwanted memories bubbling their way to the surface. However, try as he might, he couldn’t possibly shake away the image of Madison— the tears streaking down her face weren’t for herself, they were for whoever’s blood had soaked into her clothes.. Judging by the shaken-up look etched in her gaze Vic knew all too well, he could only assume it was someone she knew who hadn’t made it. “Goddamn it.” Victor hissed under his breath, rubbing his temple.

The guilt sat heavily in his chest, pressing against his ribs like a weight he couldn’t shake. He had known long before Hayworth contacted him: he wasn’t a saint, but he’d never imagined he’d stoop as low as to being a human trafficker— intentional or not. Before he could toss some cash on the counter, the bar door exploded open with heavy force.

An army of G-Team soldiers stormed in, weapons raised, the metallic clicks of safeties being switched off sent a chill down Victor’s spine. As easily as he could be blindsided, Vic wasn’t stupid— based on the way the patrons scattered, barstools toppling as people rushed for the exits. He knew they were here for him. “Out, now.” Sergeant Barnes demanded to the likes of a bartender who had already begun backing away, not in the mood to be on Hayworth’s bad side by potentially blowing their operations, Victor moved to follow.

Unfortunately, they were steps ahead of him. Before Victor could reach the exit, one of the personnel pointed a rifle to his chest. Vic’s heart sank to his feet, watching as the soldiers parted and Mark Russell entered with the kind of fury in his eyes one would only experience upon finding out their child was in danger. Ilene Chen followed closely behind, her gaze was a practiced stoicism, but Victor could tell she was sizing him up. Mark didn’t sit right away, he just stood there, glaring.

“Where is my daughter?” Mark demanded, Victor exhaled through his nose, dragging an ashamed hand across his equally ashamed face. “Look, I didn’t know what the job was.. Hay— Harrison kept me in the dark, he said it was a simple delivery, I only found out when I opened the van.” Victor pleaded, avoiding saying Hayworth’s name because he knew Mark had mercy, Hayworth did not and would have him killed for the slightest slip-up. Admittedly, Vic gulped as he watched Mark’s hands curl into fists on the table with white knuckles, but he didn’t interrupt, showing he was at least willing to hear Victor out. “I tried to pull out, but he said there were.. Bigger forces at play. That’s all I know.” Victor admitted, it was a half true, okay, maybe a three-quarters true since he still hadn’t said Hayworth’s real name, but in his defense, he heard through the grapevine Hayworth was simply an alias he used while working under Simmons. Mark’s nostrils flared as he weighed out the credibility of Victor’s words, then, slowly, he pulled his phone from his pocket and slid it across the table. Victor hesitated before picking it up, glancing at Mark before pressing play.

A voicemail from Madison Russell crackled through the speaker, her voice was shaky, rushed, and well? Understandably terrified.

“Dad, listen to me— Jonah’s not working alone. The government— senators— they’re in on it. They want Godzilla gone. And Ghidorah— holy shit, Dad, they want to weaponize him—"

Victor felt the blood drain from his face, but the recording had no care for his comfort, continuing with Madison’s voice growing more desperate.

“They killed Josh. Cold blood. Just— just gunned him down like it was nothing—” From over the phone, Victor could hear Madison’s breath hitch, followed by a door bursting open, heavy boots, gunshots, Madison’s screams, and then nothing at all.

Victor slowly lowered the phone, swallowing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Jesus.. And I thought your wife was bad..” Victor trailed off, “Welcome to the club.” Mark bitterly huffed, shaking his head. He went on to rub a hand down his face, Vic guessed he was trying to suppress the growing rage bubbling beneath the surface. “We got Hayworth, so don’t push your luck. He’s not talking much, but the one thing he did say? Las Vegas.” Mark stated, “Vegas? You think they’re keeping her there?” Victor pondered, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch— Vegaa was a tourist city, and like every tourist city, it had a large underbelly of crime that would be easy to slip a kidnapped human through.

Before Mark could answer, his phone buzzed violently. He snatched it up, pressing it to his ear, fortuneately or unfortunately, Vic could make out the conversation fairly well due to the person on the other end yelling.

“Mark? We’ve got a problem, a big one.” The voice on the other end began. “Sam, now’s not the time—” Mark tried to put simply, “Yeah, well, Rodan doesn’t seem to give a shit about your schedule.” Another voice cut in, “Shut up, Rick.” Ilene snapped, confirming the other voice as Rick Stanton. “What?” Mark muttered, “He’s inbound. Headed straight for the city.” The first voice exclaimed, Mark exchanged a look with Ilene, then pushed away from the table.

Victor thought he was off the hook only for the building to tremble, sending his stomach into a twist as a large, prehistoric shadow loomed over the bar, blocking out streetlights.

A guttural, ear-splitting roar tore through the air, like that of a demon shrieking from the depths of hell itself.

Outside the shattered window and the first Titan Victor had the misfortune of seeing up close— Rodan, perched atop a nearby building, wings half-spread, firelight gleaming against his volcanic hide. His eyes burned with fury, his beak snapping open in another deafening screech.

Without warning, The Fire Demon dove, sending the bar into chaos as glass shattered, debris rained from above, people screamed in terror as the building began to collapse, flames licking hungrily at its edges.

Mark grabbed Victor by the collar, dragging him toward the exit. “Move, now!” Mark exclaimed, G-team soldiers were already outside, scrambling into Ospreys. Mark, Ilene, and an unwilling Victor rushed aboard, the aircraft lifting off as Rodan smashed into the street, sending a shockwave through the city.

As they ascended, Victor stole one last look at the wreckage below. Gone was the bar, and in its place was Rodan at the center of it all, his wings flaring as he let out another furious shriek.