"We need lots of guns, some swords, two tanks, a Sukhoi jet, a nuclear missile and a pink fuzzy teddy bear."
The weapons master coughed, spat something brown on the floor, cleaned his lips with the back of his hand and said, "The missile would be a problem."
Rozaf looked at his watch, he had to start killing soon.
"Fine," he said, "i'll skip the missile from the order, but i NEED the pink fuzzy teddy bear."
The weapons master said nothing and gave him a thumbs up.
Rozaf did a check on the weapons as stood by the side of the Sukhoi. The guns were loaded, the swords were sharp and teddy was fuzzy enough and the right shade of pink he was looking for. The tanks and the soldiers for hire were on their way to the venue, now he had to reach. He got in the jet and took off towards the venue with the teddy bear sitting comfortably in the dashboard of the Skuhoi.
The tanks were a distraction. They were controlled by self replicating nanobots that filled the insides of the tanks. They kept the forces busy while the Sukhoi, flying low, infiltrated the enemy airspace and Rozaf was beyond the point of return. He was near the landing zone, it was time to ditch the jet. He grabbed the teddy and slammed his fist on the button marked EJECT.
There was an X marked in the ground and Rozaf saw it from the sky when he pulled the ripcord on his parachute. There was a little girl in a red frock standing near the X. Rozaf wished the parachute would take him down faster but it took its own sweet time. Rozaf hit the ground running and unclipped the parachute without a break in his stride. He scooped the girl in his arms and swung her around in a circle. He hugged her tight, it was the best feeling in the world.
"Did you get me a pink teddy, daddy?" the girl asked.
"Ofcourse sweetheart, how could i forget? Happy birthday!"
Right, this one was cute.
Next, a horror story.