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Dude, you are a friggin writing machine!
My goal. Making up for lost time due to educational reasons during the week.
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Li Chang, the Revolutionary Part I
Escape from Washington
"....Mr. Chang, you do realize why you are here in this court room, correct?" The vice president... no, President Sorison now steepled his bony fingers to prop up his head, his ice cold gray eyes staring Li down. "You were not in the Parliament building when the rather unfortunate explosions occurred that claimed many of your colleagues lives... would you care to explain before the board why that is so? Be in mind that we will be recording everything that you say, and whatever you do say could decide your fate in terms of job status... and living status as well. So... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Li sat alone right here, the maple wood desk in front of him polished and glossy to the touch. He looked at all of the members of the board that were seated in front of him now, noticeably higher than he was to give an impressive appearance. The few surviving members of the People's Parliament sat behind Li, except for two members who had testified before him and had been led away. They had gotten freedom... though the price for that had not been seen yet. Li coughed, stood up before the board and spread his hands. "General Ilych, General Voslin, Mr. President, Speaker, and Mr. Vice President. You know me as well as any other member in Parliament. I have served the State with all of my heart, all of my power that I could do and muster... most of my own Coalition in the Parliament collapsed into ruin with the bombings, and yet I am accused of being an internal agent. Let me assure you members of the Provincial Board, I am not a mole. This one man that started his one man crusade against the entirety of the State had nothing to do with me, and I had nothing to do with him. I didn't even know the man for God's sake!"
"Members of the board, I am an innocent man who is being put on trial because I was merely sick that day with a heinous head cold." Li extended his palm out towards the newly made President of the American State. "You know as well as anyone else this time of year there are many sicknesses that run rampant in the crowded quarters of Parliament. I have been sick at this time of year for five out of the past six years... so why am I being blamed? Like I have said before I have led my coalition in Parliament to try and pass laws and acts that will help out the American people and work with them to build the State up better so that our children may prosper."
"I believe with all my heart in the goodness of the State. So why put me on trial when I have done nothing."
"That is not the point here Mr. Chang." The President had been writing all through out Li's speech, pausing briefly to look at the Chinese man from time to time. "The point is, there are an awfully small member of people, connected through a web of ideology and other miscellaneous pieces of data that were not present in Parliament the day we lost most of our government." He tapped his pen on the table. "This has been a grievous blow to our governmental structure, and already power struggles are arising with minor politicians for the seats left behind for the deceased... your party itself had been split into seven factions, with six of the seven factions completely annihilated in the destruction of the People's Parliament, with the last faction that belonged to you suffered minor losses all things considered. The average death toll for each party was about ninety eight point eighty eight percent. Your party had only sixty percent casualties." Again with the cold stare. "Could you explain that Mr. Chang?"
"Truthfully sir I can not explain if fully. However, many of the members of my party that were in my faction had been placed on probation a good twenty two days before the bombings by the previous Speaker of the People's Parliament. I had nothing to do with that whatsoever, and indeed gave them strong talks about the proper course of action that should be taken in the environment that was Parliament. Others were sick like me, or were caught up in traffic and denied entry into the Parliament building. You must remember sir that there was a large celebration going on then due to the holidays."
"I remember very clearly Mr. Chang."
"But why were you not in Parliament that day Mr. President." As soon as the words left his mouth, Li knew that that was the worst idea he had ever had in his entire lifetime.
The President's face turned crimson as the Speaker and the vice president who sat next to him made subtle movements away from him. "That is not the issue at the moment, Mr. Chang and I advise that unless you want to be arrested and thrown in Angel's Spire, you can continue this line of conversation! That was uncalled for and irresponsible of you there, and your lecturing of your peers and subordinates now takes on a different light. We will be keeping that in mind Mr. Chang."
Li nodded. "Understood sir."
"We will be taking a two hour recess for lunch and miscellaneous issues. All of you. Dismissed." The President stood up as well as the board, with the remaining members of Parliament tramping out of the room and into the long hallway. Li followed them, dragging his feet somewhat. The guards seemed to watch him as he followed the rest of the members of Parliament, the Dai-Ichii weapons they wielded held high and loaded apparently. No more attacks had been caused, but the Black Marchers had been threatening to do so repeatedly. And apparently there was a new killer on the loose as well... this new reaper had been targeting State Officials and anybody else he could get his hands on.
The small building that was an attachment to the governmental sector was a minor part of the place, nowhere near as large as the American People's Parliament Structure had been. Still though, it was one of the larger buildings in the governmental sector, relatively undamaged by the bombings except for missing glass panes here and there, and had been the first building secured by State security forces following the final phase of the bombings. The Gothic style of the building gave it a foreboding appearance, much like some prisons like the Angel's Spire and the Claw Hook Maximum Security Prison.
After leaving the building, the people that had occupied the seats in the new building broke up and went their separate ways. Some moved together in groups, others went alone. Li was one of the latter people doing so, making his way to the commerce sector to grab some lunch at a diner. Maybe the Crimson Dragoon, or the Silver Kettle... they always served good food.
Moving through the city, you could still see signs of damage and destruction; burned out buildings with their ghostly black facades; broken glass in gutters along the streets. Few cars moved by these days, and there were plenty of checkpoints for them. Blood stains still covered some streets and the asphalt on some had been repaved after it had melted. Sakur Street where the first bombings had gone off was still closed off, as well as everything within a six city bloc radius of it. The crater that was left still held remains, though people were still finding more in the oddest places everyday.
What could possess a madman to kill more people in one day than any other person like him before? What was the point of it all!? Because of him, everything has gone to hell in terms of the government and my life, and because of this one man I am under questioning to try and determine if I am loyal to the State! Bah! I've always been loyal to the State, so why are they accusing me about being an inside man? After all, it was probably one of the Crimson Bloc members or the Falcon Confederation members anyways-
"Hello Chang."
Li's concentration broke off instantly as he halted on the sidewalk. People moved around him left and right along the street, moving into shops or buildings, doing their daily business and routine. Where had that voice come from?
"Over to your right, fool."
Li looked to his right into the mouth of an open alley. A man stood there, middling height with a smile on his face dressed in grey. "Finally. Could you come with me sir?"
"I'm kind of busy at the moment..." Li started to walk away. He didn't know this man and didn't want to.
The man latched on though. "You might want to come with me Mr. Chang. There are three State assassins about fifty meters back, following you ever since you left the new Parliament building. I suggest you come with me if you want to live."
Li's eyes grew wide as the man dragged him down the alleyway as quick as he could, an iron vice on his arm. "In here, go." A metal door squeaked open and Li was pushed inside, the strange man hot on his heels. "Alright, we are good for now."
A back room that looked to be part of a warehouse, filled with boxes, was where they were at now. Six men and two women were already there, polishing weapons and packing up supplies. Some looked up and called out welcomes to the new arrivals.
"Who are you people?" Li could hear the blood pounding in his ears.
"We are the people of the Grey Dawn, Mr. Chang." The man that had pushed him into this back room cracked a wide grin and shook Li's hand. "I'm Verarde. Over there is Samuel, Sophia, Lyra, Olaff, Maxis, Thorton, Yeins, and Caleb."
"Grey Dawn? Never heard of you guys before."
"We are a break off of the Black Marchers. A little less extremist but still anti-State if you catch my drift." The man Verarde had his smile slip off of his face though. "We need to hurry though. Nighwatch Assassins making their way here fellows. Let's pack it up and get Mr. Chang out of Washington!"
As soon as he said that, several loud bangs sounded on the door they had just come through. "Open up! State Police!"
"And I was hoping for more time." Verarde looked sad. "Positions everyone. Chang, go to the back of the room."
"Why?"
Verarde didn't answer. He was already opening the door. "Welcome guys, do you have a search warrant?"
"Don't need one. New laws and all that." A gruff captain's voice filled the room. The other Grey Dawn members had scattered out of sight. "Enemy of the State supposedly came through here. You seen him?"
"Nope. Would you like to check though?"
"Preferably, yes."
Chang squeezed himself into an alcove formed by the crates, watching as the three men that Verarde had been talking to walked past. Verarde didn't even let them walk twenty feet before starting some chaos.
He whipped out a pistol, flipping off the safety as he did so, squeezing the trigger. A rapid burst of automatic pistol rounds left the chamber and thunked solidly into the back of the last man. As he fell, the captain brought up his own sidearm, but Samuel popped up from behind with a semi automatic weapon. Three loud bangs and the captain fell to the floor, his head flying free in the process. The last man shot at Verarde and Samuel with two sidearms, but did not happen to see Lyra creep up from behind with a knife. A red smile spread across his throat as he too dropped.
"Alright guys, pack it up! Ten minutes until they send more after us!" Verarde ejected the clip from his weapon and reloaded it. "Samuel, get the vehicle here from the garage." The other man nodded, jumping down from his perch on the top of the crate pile and scampering off. "Li, get ready as well!"
Li stepped out of his alcove, stepping lightly over the bodies. "Where would we happen to be going Verarde?"
The other man smiled. "Out of Washington friend. Into the mountains in fact."
Escape from Washington
"....Mr. Chang, you do realize why you are here in this court room, correct?" The vice president... no, President Sorison now steepled his bony fingers to prop up his head, his ice cold gray eyes staring Li down. "You were not in the Parliament building when the rather unfortunate explosions occurred that claimed many of your colleagues lives... would you care to explain before the board why that is so? Be in mind that we will be recording everything that you say, and whatever you do say could decide your fate in terms of job status... and living status as well. So... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Li sat alone right here, the maple wood desk in front of him polished and glossy to the touch. He looked at all of the members of the board that were seated in front of him now, noticeably higher than he was to give an impressive appearance. The few surviving members of the People's Parliament sat behind Li, except for two members who had testified before him and had been led away. They had gotten freedom... though the price for that had not been seen yet. Li coughed, stood up before the board and spread his hands. "General Ilych, General Voslin, Mr. President, Speaker, and Mr. Vice President. You know me as well as any other member in Parliament. I have served the State with all of my heart, all of my power that I could do and muster... most of my own Coalition in the Parliament collapsed into ruin with the bombings, and yet I am accused of being an internal agent. Let me assure you members of the Provincial Board, I am not a mole. This one man that started his one man crusade against the entirety of the State had nothing to do with me, and I had nothing to do with him. I didn't even know the man for God's sake!"
"Members of the board, I am an innocent man who is being put on trial because I was merely sick that day with a heinous head cold." Li extended his palm out towards the newly made President of the American State. "You know as well as anyone else this time of year there are many sicknesses that run rampant in the crowded quarters of Parliament. I have been sick at this time of year for five out of the past six years... so why am I being blamed? Like I have said before I have led my coalition in Parliament to try and pass laws and acts that will help out the American people and work with them to build the State up better so that our children may prosper."
"I believe with all my heart in the goodness of the State. So why put me on trial when I have done nothing."
"That is not the point here Mr. Chang." The President had been writing all through out Li's speech, pausing briefly to look at the Chinese man from time to time. "The point is, there are an awfully small member of people, connected through a web of ideology and other miscellaneous pieces of data that were not present in Parliament the day we lost most of our government." He tapped his pen on the table. "This has been a grievous blow to our governmental structure, and already power struggles are arising with minor politicians for the seats left behind for the deceased... your party itself had been split into seven factions, with six of the seven factions completely annihilated in the destruction of the People's Parliament, with the last faction that belonged to you suffered minor losses all things considered. The average death toll for each party was about ninety eight point eighty eight percent. Your party had only sixty percent casualties." Again with the cold stare. "Could you explain that Mr. Chang?"
"Truthfully sir I can not explain if fully. However, many of the members of my party that were in my faction had been placed on probation a good twenty two days before the bombings by the previous Speaker of the People's Parliament. I had nothing to do with that whatsoever, and indeed gave them strong talks about the proper course of action that should be taken in the environment that was Parliament. Others were sick like me, or were caught up in traffic and denied entry into the Parliament building. You must remember sir that there was a large celebration going on then due to the holidays."
"I remember very clearly Mr. Chang."
"But why were you not in Parliament that day Mr. President." As soon as the words left his mouth, Li knew that that was the worst idea he had ever had in his entire lifetime.
The President's face turned crimson as the Speaker and the vice president who sat next to him made subtle movements away from him. "That is not the issue at the moment, Mr. Chang and I advise that unless you want to be arrested and thrown in Angel's Spire, you can continue this line of conversation! That was uncalled for and irresponsible of you there, and your lecturing of your peers and subordinates now takes on a different light. We will be keeping that in mind Mr. Chang."
Li nodded. "Understood sir."
"We will be taking a two hour recess for lunch and miscellaneous issues. All of you. Dismissed." The President stood up as well as the board, with the remaining members of Parliament tramping out of the room and into the long hallway. Li followed them, dragging his feet somewhat. The guards seemed to watch him as he followed the rest of the members of Parliament, the Dai-Ichii weapons they wielded held high and loaded apparently. No more attacks had been caused, but the Black Marchers had been threatening to do so repeatedly. And apparently there was a new killer on the loose as well... this new reaper had been targeting State Officials and anybody else he could get his hands on.
The small building that was an attachment to the governmental sector was a minor part of the place, nowhere near as large as the American People's Parliament Structure had been. Still though, it was one of the larger buildings in the governmental sector, relatively undamaged by the bombings except for missing glass panes here and there, and had been the first building secured by State security forces following the final phase of the bombings. The Gothic style of the building gave it a foreboding appearance, much like some prisons like the Angel's Spire and the Claw Hook Maximum Security Prison.
After leaving the building, the people that had occupied the seats in the new building broke up and went their separate ways. Some moved together in groups, others went alone. Li was one of the latter people doing so, making his way to the commerce sector to grab some lunch at a diner. Maybe the Crimson Dragoon, or the Silver Kettle... they always served good food.
Moving through the city, you could still see signs of damage and destruction; burned out buildings with their ghostly black facades; broken glass in gutters along the streets. Few cars moved by these days, and there were plenty of checkpoints for them. Blood stains still covered some streets and the asphalt on some had been repaved after it had melted. Sakur Street where the first bombings had gone off was still closed off, as well as everything within a six city bloc radius of it. The crater that was left still held remains, though people were still finding more in the oddest places everyday.
What could possess a madman to kill more people in one day than any other person like him before? What was the point of it all!? Because of him, everything has gone to hell in terms of the government and my life, and because of this one man I am under questioning to try and determine if I am loyal to the State! Bah! I've always been loyal to the State, so why are they accusing me about being an inside man? After all, it was probably one of the Crimson Bloc members or the Falcon Confederation members anyways-
"Hello Chang."
Li's concentration broke off instantly as he halted on the sidewalk. People moved around him left and right along the street, moving into shops or buildings, doing their daily business and routine. Where had that voice come from?
"Over to your right, fool."
Li looked to his right into the mouth of an open alley. A man stood there, middling height with a smile on his face dressed in grey. "Finally. Could you come with me sir?"
"I'm kind of busy at the moment..." Li started to walk away. He didn't know this man and didn't want to.
The man latched on though. "You might want to come with me Mr. Chang. There are three State assassins about fifty meters back, following you ever since you left the new Parliament building. I suggest you come with me if you want to live."
Li's eyes grew wide as the man dragged him down the alleyway as quick as he could, an iron vice on his arm. "In here, go." A metal door squeaked open and Li was pushed inside, the strange man hot on his heels. "Alright, we are good for now."
A back room that looked to be part of a warehouse, filled with boxes, was where they were at now. Six men and two women were already there, polishing weapons and packing up supplies. Some looked up and called out welcomes to the new arrivals.
"Who are you people?" Li could hear the blood pounding in his ears.
"We are the people of the Grey Dawn, Mr. Chang." The man that had pushed him into this back room cracked a wide grin and shook Li's hand. "I'm Verarde. Over there is Samuel, Sophia, Lyra, Olaff, Maxis, Thorton, Yeins, and Caleb."
"Grey Dawn? Never heard of you guys before."
"We are a break off of the Black Marchers. A little less extremist but still anti-State if you catch my drift." The man Verarde had his smile slip off of his face though. "We need to hurry though. Nighwatch Assassins making their way here fellows. Let's pack it up and get Mr. Chang out of Washington!"
As soon as he said that, several loud bangs sounded on the door they had just come through. "Open up! State Police!"
"And I was hoping for more time." Verarde looked sad. "Positions everyone. Chang, go to the back of the room."
"Why?"
Verarde didn't answer. He was already opening the door. "Welcome guys, do you have a search warrant?"
"Don't need one. New laws and all that." A gruff captain's voice filled the room. The other Grey Dawn members had scattered out of sight. "Enemy of the State supposedly came through here. You seen him?"
"Nope. Would you like to check though?"
"Preferably, yes."
Chang squeezed himself into an alcove formed by the crates, watching as the three men that Verarde had been talking to walked past. Verarde didn't even let them walk twenty feet before starting some chaos.
He whipped out a pistol, flipping off the safety as he did so, squeezing the trigger. A rapid burst of automatic pistol rounds left the chamber and thunked solidly into the back of the last man. As he fell, the captain brought up his own sidearm, but Samuel popped up from behind with a semi automatic weapon. Three loud bangs and the captain fell to the floor, his head flying free in the process. The last man shot at Verarde and Samuel with two sidearms, but did not happen to see Lyra creep up from behind with a knife. A red smile spread across his throat as he too dropped.
"Alright guys, pack it up! Ten minutes until they send more after us!" Verarde ejected the clip from his weapon and reloaded it. "Samuel, get the vehicle here from the garage." The other man nodded, jumping down from his perch on the top of the crate pile and scampering off. "Li, get ready as well!"
Li stepped out of his alcove, stepping lightly over the bodies. "Where would we happen to be going Verarde?"
The other man smiled. "Out of Washington friend. Into the mountains in fact."
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4000 words in 24 hours. Your clearly cheating.
Both of them good reads as well
Both of them good reads as well
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Pondering Wearing A Hat
And that's all I have to say.
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4000 words in 24 hours. Your clearly cheating.
Both of them good reads as well
Thanks, going for the world record here
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And that's all I have to say
, glad to see that.Next update with the next character deploys hopefully tonight.
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Good job, Tycho! Just thinking, if the new guys are headed to the mountains, and IIRC thats where the Epsilon & Cambridge story wasl...potential story tie-in?
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Good job, Tycho! Just thinking, if the new guys are headed to the mountains, and IIRC thats where the Epsilon & Cambridge story wasl...potential story tie-in?
A potential story tie in indeed, but I am wondering how to make such a thing... they might see a little helicopter go flying by over head as the agents go by to get new orders or as they chase down Snowbell, but it would be really hard to incorporate the bloodthirsty agents into the Revolutionary plotline that is tied up with Li. It's a good idea, and I'll try to see what I can do with it, though that little story will come a little bit later than usual.
A tentative update schedule for the weekend follows:
1) New character
2) Li
3) Cambridge and Epsilon
4) Vera
The first one will no doubt be a massive chunk, though it can change places in the que that I have set up.
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Ming Tian, the Assassin part 1
The Curtain Falls on Act 1
Flash priority Alpha-Nova-Zeta-67.
From Washington, we have standing orders to try and contain the assassin Ming Tian. We have reason to suspect that he may try to act soon to try and take out another member of the government. We have moved dozens of Parliament members to safe locations, as well as additional people associated with the government. Private security forces have mobilized and are standing by in order to do whatever is necessary to protect the employers and our wards at all possible events.
We don't know how Ming Tian might start killing these people that we have contained with us, but we have tightened security just in case. I need all men to be on alert at all times; have your weapons ready, be pumped full of adrenaline and shoot at anyone trespassing on property. We can not afford more blows then what we have already sustained in these bloody fiascoes that have already happened.
Keep these orders secret. There will be hell to pay if this gets loose to the public.
State Police Commander Luang singning out.
Musings
I must say, the investigation into this Ming Tian fellow has grown quite rapidly, and without surprise. After all, his actions have managed to kill hundreds of people associated with our government, an action that can not be allowed to continue. I wonder... how can such a man manage these actions so well and continue to remain uncaught? Even the former Chinese terrorist; who was a charismatic bastard of the finest was caught and blown apart eventually... how does Ming do it?
I must try to capture this fellow... I have to study his modus operandi and find out how to contain and capture him. For once I have Ming Tian, I am a hero in the eyes of the State....
Now. To piece this evidence together...
The night was quiet, something that was extremely common and welcome outside of city limits. The countryside outside of San Francisco was nice, given the heavy industrialization of the city in recent decades with it's massive steel mills and iron smelters located inside of the area. Factories pumped steam and smoke into the air as they went about their business building and constructing whatever was needed by the State. Consumer products like computers, electronics, cell phones, complex machinery, cars, other things like that. Industrial goods like cargo goods, shipping containers, freight vessels, small surface craft.
Weapons.
San Francisco was not only an industrial giant, but also a regional finance capital. Outside of Washington and New York, San Francisco generated most of the State's wealth in a variety of ways. A massive port, it was also the only city larger than the majority of American cities that was not itself American... it had started out as a vastly different city, a city under a completely different name and part of a nation whose star had long fallen and crashed to the ground to be trampled by the boots of time. But that did not matter right now.
What mattered was the fact that looking down the sniper scope at the compound, Ming Tian could easily see that there were less State Police guards on the perimeter than he was expecting. That was the best part of this mission right here. He could pick each guard off individually as they circled around the walled off compound, and on top of the seven story house. On the matter of the inside guards and the routes they would take... surprises were always good. Most of the time anyways.
The barrel of the Dai-Ichii made .65 caliber anti material rifle was long and aimed directly at the first guard's head. Not really necessary as being hit just about anywhere in the body with a bullet easily the size of most of your forearm would cause that portion of your body to somewhat explode into giblets. After all, the gun had been made to halt tanks and armored vehicles, not as an anti personal weapon. But then again, this gun was one of the finest, and Krupp didn't make sniper rifles like Dai-Ichii did.
The layout of the compound was simple enough really; a long road wound up to the compound gates, going past several checkpoints before stopping, at which point the final checkpoint staffed by real guards would check the vehicle entering the property just to be safe. Fortunately for Ming and unfortunately for the guards, he was far enough away from the guards that they would have heard only a sharp crack like a glass breaking on the ground before their world ended around them. And with the "quiet" powder that Dai-Ichii was still covertly working on, they wouldn't hear much more then a whizzing noise before the bullet slammed into flesh to finish them off.
One shot and one kill.
It was about to begin.
Local regional commander Luke was sullenly sitting in the armchair taking small sips at whiskey as he glared at the governmental and corporate leaders as they sat there calmly, discussing trivial information across the room. He despised them all, the smug prick bastards, all of them. They looked down their nose at a State Police officer, but if they had been ordinary citizens they would have been at his mercy. The President had authorized new protocols that the State Police could use now that the insane bastard Ming Tian was on the loose and shooting up governmental officials and corporate heads every time that he had an opportunity. If it hadn't been for the fact of his patriotism, Luke would have gladly followed in Ming Tian's example and become a reaper of these people that sat before him right now. Everything would be rosy for him in the twenty four hours he would have before State Police and the dreaded Agents and Verbenschwa soldiers caught up to him and proceeded to dismember him slowly in a torture dungeon inside of New York.
One of the perks of his position was the fact that he had access to many sorts of information not available to most of the common citizens of the State, and for good reason. The government that ran the State practiced bread and celebrations, a form of appeasement passed by Kaul Vance sixty seven years ago after a rebellion almost capsized the State, though that practice of bread and circuses would not be looked upon kindly by the average citizenry of the State if they knew the price for it; they could be arrested at any time that the State deemed it necessary and tortured to death while the State took animal corpses, cremated them, and gave them to the families to show that they had their dead relatives who had "mysteriously" died to keep with them at that point.
From time to time, members of the government and corporations would dart looks at Luke and continue to go about their business of looking at phones and tablets that they had easy access with to run their assorted enterprises. Luke had a feeling that they were talking about him, but he could not lay his finger on it completely... not that it mattered anyways. Dossiers of data so thick that you could have killed a small goat with the amount of papers were located on Luke's own tablet which he too could access at any point in time. In effect, he knew everyone in this room, what they had done in life, and indeed what they had eaten for breakfast that morning before they had been pulled aside for protective custody by State Police.
Luke had to crack a grin at that one. State Police knew just about everything... but the now fragmented Chekra secret police knew even more, the Agents surpassing them, and the Verbenschwa... they knew all. They were omniscient and they knew it.
Taking another swig of whiskey, Luke prayed for the night to end quickly. He wanted to go home and just relax in front of the television for once with his wife rather than stay here and babysit these people.
Blood and brains covered the ground, the body armor that had protected the State Police smashed and broken by the gunfire. Ming had left the sniper rifle in a packed box in it's position on the ridge almost a mile away. He wrapped his jacket around him and adjusted his white mask. Tonight, he was going to finish this part of the opening act, then start act two with the next members of his little list.
One of the guards weakly moved, apparently having his leg blown apart and being able to get a tourniquet on the leg to prevent him from bleeding out from multiple arteries. "Mercy," he whispered.
Ming crouched by, the coat sipping some of the blood. "No mercy for the wicked, my friend."
A silenced gunshot and the man moved no more, untroubled by mortal concerns.
Ming cared about that extinguishment of life, the loss of existence for the fallen soldier so little, much like stomping an earthworm out of misery. He stood back up, his face cold. He had to continue to do what he had started long ago.
Moving towards the door, he pulled out one of his knives. A little catch flicked out the pin to maneuver the lock on the door as he used another knife to twist it this way and that way in an attempt to open it. Unsurprisingly given his experience with such a thing, he succeeded on the first try.
"Commander?"
The microphone in Luke's collar squawked at him, quiet and whispery so as to not be heard by any people eavesdropping. "We have a problem commander."
Luke set down the half empty whiskey glass, still very sober. "What is it?"
"Erm... southward entrance fell silent ten minutes ago. One of the sentry teams went out to go check on it, didn't report back either. We just found out that they have all been killed sir."
The air around Luke seemed to drop by about fifty degrees. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his eyes grew wide. He kept his calm though. "Is it by the assassin? What weapon was used to assassinate the men?"
"We believe it is Ming Tian sir, yes. He used a .65 Dai-Ichii rifle by the looks of it. None of the men could have survived a direct hit to the chest. Grapefruit sized holes in that sort of area if they were lucky at all."
"Get the men ready. Keep your calm, be careful. Shoot anything that moves, you hear me?"
"Yes sir."
"I'm going to get Washington on the line here in a minute."
"We can't sir. Lines have been cut apparently."
Perfect. "Lock down the compound. Nobody gets in or out, let's try to use radio or something like that..." Luke stopped as the lights in the chandeliers of the grandoise room flickered for many seconds.
They then went out.
"Power's out sir."
"I can see." Cries of indignation and fury rang out from the other side of the room as the governmental members and corporate guys collectively complained about the situation. "Get Charlie on the line, now."
"We just found Charlie team sir. They're all dead."
You could tell that the men of the State Police units in this compound were afraid, you could almost taste it in the air. Ming moved carefully, concealed in his black clothing from sight with his hood drawn up around his pearly white mask. Not that it would have mattered anyways; the State Police squad making their way through the dining room in front of him couldn't see him from this position, and it would not have really mattered even if they could have. Ming was going to finish this off quick and easy.
The garrote wires were out and ready, strangling the straggling State Police officer in the rear of the line. Clutching at his neck, he started to audibly choke, the lights on his riot helmet pointed upwards at the ceiling to cast long shadows across it. Shouting went on; several of the men panicked and fired at close range at their comrade. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven bullets thudded into the man's chest and he fells silent slowly, drowning on his own blood and the lack of oxygen from his asphyxiation.
A grappling garrote wire was already in the air, slinging through the space in front of two officers to smash them together and pin them against the wall. Two more officers moved to unfree them. One knife tossed, one officer downed. Ming sprinted and slid to uppercut with the knife into the other officer's chin, sending the blade up through the man's mouth with savage force and fury. Blood showered down as the officer fell, the last one alone pulling out a side arm.
Ming stabbed him as well, cold and efficient like a machine. Because of these people, he was behind schedule.
"Bravo and Alpha teams have fallen quiet, Langley and Jared have just gone down." The lone team left was panicking now as they tried to make their way up to the top floor. "It's a bloodbath down here, bodies and body parts everywhere." Shouting over the lines.
Luke had contained the situation for now up on the seventh floor and waited behind the door into the room. He already had his side arm drawn and ready. "Make your way up here as fast as possible. We need every gun to try and stop Ming Tian."
"We are doing so as fast as possible sir, but-" a rush of static and muted screaming.
Silence.
Luke cursed.
Minutes passed, then ten minutes, then twenty minutes. Not a sound in the building.
Then... footsteps. On the stairs, tramping upwards slowly and methodically. Luke clicked the safety off and readied his pistol. Ming Tian would die here, right now.
Slowly the footsteps made their way up the stairs and outside of the door. Creaking, the door opened up as a man, dressed in a black coat with it's hood drawn moved forward. Luke had his chance.
He took it.
Two shots fired to the back of the neck caught the other man off guard. Blood splattered everywhere as the other man fell to the floor, Luke already firing off two more shots into the falling body. Exalted, Luke snapped off the final seven rounds, then turned the man over and ripped off the mask.
Looking back at him was the face of the lead officer of Delta Squad.
A gunshot from behind him and the world was full of blinding pain as Luke gripped at his kneecap. His handgun was kicked away now as he sat there howling in pain on the floor. "Enjoy." A cold voice said, and distantly through the haze he could see a pale faced masked figure enter the room and go past him.
Gunshots and shouts started to ring out. The last thing Luke remembered was looking up at the ceiling and wondering were all of the lights came from up there...
The Curtain Falls on Act 1
Spoiler :
Flash priority Alpha-Nova-Zeta-67.
From Washington, we have standing orders to try and contain the assassin Ming Tian. We have reason to suspect that he may try to act soon to try and take out another member of the government. We have moved dozens of Parliament members to safe locations, as well as additional people associated with the government. Private security forces have mobilized and are standing by in order to do whatever is necessary to protect the employers and our wards at all possible events.
We don't know how Ming Tian might start killing these people that we have contained with us, but we have tightened security just in case. I need all men to be on alert at all times; have your weapons ready, be pumped full of adrenaline and shoot at anyone trespassing on property. We can not afford more blows then what we have already sustained in these bloody fiascoes that have already happened.
Keep these orders secret. There will be hell to pay if this gets loose to the public.
State Police Commander Luang singning out.
Musings
I must say, the investigation into this Ming Tian fellow has grown quite rapidly, and without surprise. After all, his actions have managed to kill hundreds of people associated with our government, an action that can not be allowed to continue. I wonder... how can such a man manage these actions so well and continue to remain uncaught? Even the former Chinese terrorist; who was a charismatic bastard of the finest was caught and blown apart eventually... how does Ming do it?
I must try to capture this fellow... I have to study his modus operandi and find out how to contain and capture him. For once I have Ming Tian, I am a hero in the eyes of the State....
Now. To piece this evidence together...
The night was quiet, something that was extremely common and welcome outside of city limits. The countryside outside of San Francisco was nice, given the heavy industrialization of the city in recent decades with it's massive steel mills and iron smelters located inside of the area. Factories pumped steam and smoke into the air as they went about their business building and constructing whatever was needed by the State. Consumer products like computers, electronics, cell phones, complex machinery, cars, other things like that. Industrial goods like cargo goods, shipping containers, freight vessels, small surface craft.
Weapons.
San Francisco was not only an industrial giant, but also a regional finance capital. Outside of Washington and New York, San Francisco generated most of the State's wealth in a variety of ways. A massive port, it was also the only city larger than the majority of American cities that was not itself American... it had started out as a vastly different city, a city under a completely different name and part of a nation whose star had long fallen and crashed to the ground to be trampled by the boots of time. But that did not matter right now.
What mattered was the fact that looking down the sniper scope at the compound, Ming Tian could easily see that there were less State Police guards on the perimeter than he was expecting. That was the best part of this mission right here. He could pick each guard off individually as they circled around the walled off compound, and on top of the seven story house. On the matter of the inside guards and the routes they would take... surprises were always good. Most of the time anyways.
The barrel of the Dai-Ichii made .65 caliber anti material rifle was long and aimed directly at the first guard's head. Not really necessary as being hit just about anywhere in the body with a bullet easily the size of most of your forearm would cause that portion of your body to somewhat explode into giblets. After all, the gun had been made to halt tanks and armored vehicles, not as an anti personal weapon. But then again, this gun was one of the finest, and Krupp didn't make sniper rifles like Dai-Ichii did.
The layout of the compound was simple enough really; a long road wound up to the compound gates, going past several checkpoints before stopping, at which point the final checkpoint staffed by real guards would check the vehicle entering the property just to be safe. Fortunately for Ming and unfortunately for the guards, he was far enough away from the guards that they would have heard only a sharp crack like a glass breaking on the ground before their world ended around them. And with the "quiet" powder that Dai-Ichii was still covertly working on, they wouldn't hear much more then a whizzing noise before the bullet slammed into flesh to finish them off.
One shot and one kill.
It was about to begin.
Local regional commander Luke was sullenly sitting in the armchair taking small sips at whiskey as he glared at the governmental and corporate leaders as they sat there calmly, discussing trivial information across the room. He despised them all, the smug prick bastards, all of them. They looked down their nose at a State Police officer, but if they had been ordinary citizens they would have been at his mercy. The President had authorized new protocols that the State Police could use now that the insane bastard Ming Tian was on the loose and shooting up governmental officials and corporate heads every time that he had an opportunity. If it hadn't been for the fact of his patriotism, Luke would have gladly followed in Ming Tian's example and become a reaper of these people that sat before him right now. Everything would be rosy for him in the twenty four hours he would have before State Police and the dreaded Agents and Verbenschwa soldiers caught up to him and proceeded to dismember him slowly in a torture dungeon inside of New York.
One of the perks of his position was the fact that he had access to many sorts of information not available to most of the common citizens of the State, and for good reason. The government that ran the State practiced bread and celebrations, a form of appeasement passed by Kaul Vance sixty seven years ago after a rebellion almost capsized the State, though that practice of bread and circuses would not be looked upon kindly by the average citizenry of the State if they knew the price for it; they could be arrested at any time that the State deemed it necessary and tortured to death while the State took animal corpses, cremated them, and gave them to the families to show that they had their dead relatives who had "mysteriously" died to keep with them at that point.
From time to time, members of the government and corporations would dart looks at Luke and continue to go about their business of looking at phones and tablets that they had easy access with to run their assorted enterprises. Luke had a feeling that they were talking about him, but he could not lay his finger on it completely... not that it mattered anyways. Dossiers of data so thick that you could have killed a small goat with the amount of papers were located on Luke's own tablet which he too could access at any point in time. In effect, he knew everyone in this room, what they had done in life, and indeed what they had eaten for breakfast that morning before they had been pulled aside for protective custody by State Police.
Luke had to crack a grin at that one. State Police knew just about everything... but the now fragmented Chekra secret police knew even more, the Agents surpassing them, and the Verbenschwa... they knew all. They were omniscient and they knew it.
Taking another swig of whiskey, Luke prayed for the night to end quickly. He wanted to go home and just relax in front of the television for once with his wife rather than stay here and babysit these people.
Blood and brains covered the ground, the body armor that had protected the State Police smashed and broken by the gunfire. Ming had left the sniper rifle in a packed box in it's position on the ridge almost a mile away. He wrapped his jacket around him and adjusted his white mask. Tonight, he was going to finish this part of the opening act, then start act two with the next members of his little list.
One of the guards weakly moved, apparently having his leg blown apart and being able to get a tourniquet on the leg to prevent him from bleeding out from multiple arteries. "Mercy," he whispered.
Ming crouched by, the coat sipping some of the blood. "No mercy for the wicked, my friend."
A silenced gunshot and the man moved no more, untroubled by mortal concerns.
Ming cared about that extinguishment of life, the loss of existence for the fallen soldier so little, much like stomping an earthworm out of misery. He stood back up, his face cold. He had to continue to do what he had started long ago.
Moving towards the door, he pulled out one of his knives. A little catch flicked out the pin to maneuver the lock on the door as he used another knife to twist it this way and that way in an attempt to open it. Unsurprisingly given his experience with such a thing, he succeeded on the first try.
"Commander?"
The microphone in Luke's collar squawked at him, quiet and whispery so as to not be heard by any people eavesdropping. "We have a problem commander."
Luke set down the half empty whiskey glass, still very sober. "What is it?"
"Erm... southward entrance fell silent ten minutes ago. One of the sentry teams went out to go check on it, didn't report back either. We just found out that they have all been killed sir."
The air around Luke seemed to drop by about fifty degrees. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his eyes grew wide. He kept his calm though. "Is it by the assassin? What weapon was used to assassinate the men?"
"We believe it is Ming Tian sir, yes. He used a .65 Dai-Ichii rifle by the looks of it. None of the men could have survived a direct hit to the chest. Grapefruit sized holes in that sort of area if they were lucky at all."
"Get the men ready. Keep your calm, be careful. Shoot anything that moves, you hear me?"
"Yes sir."
"I'm going to get Washington on the line here in a minute."
"We can't sir. Lines have been cut apparently."
Perfect. "Lock down the compound. Nobody gets in or out, let's try to use radio or something like that..." Luke stopped as the lights in the chandeliers of the grandoise room flickered for many seconds.
They then went out.
"Power's out sir."
"I can see." Cries of indignation and fury rang out from the other side of the room as the governmental members and corporate guys collectively complained about the situation. "Get Charlie on the line, now."
"We just found Charlie team sir. They're all dead."
You could tell that the men of the State Police units in this compound were afraid, you could almost taste it in the air. Ming moved carefully, concealed in his black clothing from sight with his hood drawn up around his pearly white mask. Not that it would have mattered anyways; the State Police squad making their way through the dining room in front of him couldn't see him from this position, and it would not have really mattered even if they could have. Ming was going to finish this off quick and easy.
The garrote wires were out and ready, strangling the straggling State Police officer in the rear of the line. Clutching at his neck, he started to audibly choke, the lights on his riot helmet pointed upwards at the ceiling to cast long shadows across it. Shouting went on; several of the men panicked and fired at close range at their comrade. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven bullets thudded into the man's chest and he fells silent slowly, drowning on his own blood and the lack of oxygen from his asphyxiation.
A grappling garrote wire was already in the air, slinging through the space in front of two officers to smash them together and pin them against the wall. Two more officers moved to unfree them. One knife tossed, one officer downed. Ming sprinted and slid to uppercut with the knife into the other officer's chin, sending the blade up through the man's mouth with savage force and fury. Blood showered down as the officer fell, the last one alone pulling out a side arm.
Ming stabbed him as well, cold and efficient like a machine. Because of these people, he was behind schedule.
"Bravo and Alpha teams have fallen quiet, Langley and Jared have just gone down." The lone team left was panicking now as they tried to make their way up to the top floor. "It's a bloodbath down here, bodies and body parts everywhere." Shouting over the lines.
Luke had contained the situation for now up on the seventh floor and waited behind the door into the room. He already had his side arm drawn and ready. "Make your way up here as fast as possible. We need every gun to try and stop Ming Tian."
"We are doing so as fast as possible sir, but-" a rush of static and muted screaming.
Silence.
Luke cursed.
Minutes passed, then ten minutes, then twenty minutes. Not a sound in the building.
Then... footsteps. On the stairs, tramping upwards slowly and methodically. Luke clicked the safety off and readied his pistol. Ming Tian would die here, right now.
Slowly the footsteps made their way up the stairs and outside of the door. Creaking, the door opened up as a man, dressed in a black coat with it's hood drawn moved forward. Luke had his chance.
He took it.
Two shots fired to the back of the neck caught the other man off guard. Blood splattered everywhere as the other man fell to the floor, Luke already firing off two more shots into the falling body. Exalted, Luke snapped off the final seven rounds, then turned the man over and ripped off the mask.
Looking back at him was the face of the lead officer of Delta Squad.
A gunshot from behind him and the world was full of blinding pain as Luke gripped at his kneecap. His handgun was kicked away now as he sat there howling in pain on the floor. "Enjoy." A cold voice said, and distantly through the haze he could see a pale faced masked figure enter the room and go past him.
Gunshots and shouts started to ring out. The last thing Luke remembered was looking up at the ceiling and wondering were all of the lights came from up there...
MaxWar
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Damnit Tycho, you are actually writing this thing faster than im reading it... But I promise this will change
Verarde
Pondering Wearing A Hat
And a lot faster than my story. I am actually working on an update for that right now...
I am actually working on an update for that right now...
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Damnit Tycho, you are actually writing this thing faster than im reading it... But I promise this will change
Why thank you MaxWar,
. Just to be clear though, at the very least I expect Hammer and Steel to continue on for about two and a half years... if I keep writing at a steady rate like I am right now.And a lot faster than my story
Can't wait to see it Verarde, I am interested in your new story on the forums. I've been waiting since the last update for a new one
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Verarde
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Can't wait to see it Verarde, I am interested in your new story on the forums. I've been waiting since the last update for a new one
Tomorrow I'm actually going to take screenshots! <gasp>
Tomorrow's Dawn
Heroes Never Die
Great to see that I got my first taste of screen time!
Now I wonder what Cambridge & Epsilon are up to...
Now I wonder what Cambridge & Epsilon are up to...
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Cambridge and Epsilon? Busy enjoying some delicious, warm pancakes with the rest of the squad before their next mission.
Joking, they are actually mobilizing to try and evacuate some certain people. Some of the agents have families, and it has been hinted at that the new President of America has some rather interesting ties with the Verbenschwa... even before Sorou's little escapades, it was debated on whether or not to "liquidate" the agent program.
I hope you enjoyed your segment Dawn; expect to see a lot more of Ming Tian in the coming weeks
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Good job, Tycho!
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The trip back to Washington was a little bumpy, and the environment inside of the chopper's hold more than a little chilly. Delta glared at his tablet as he checked the news, while Theta, Nova, Oxford, and Epsilon played games of chess and checkers. They had twelve hours to go from the mountains back to Washington, and it would be a long time for that trip. Almost no one talked besides the occasional murmur from the four agents playing board games, while Cambridge and Yulai sat side by side, looking at a shared tablet.
"You have family back in Washington, don't you Yulai?" Cambridge had calmed down and was making notes on the tablet for later; he'd need them just in case anything happened.
"Just my sister and my parents. I've already sent them a message telling them to move out of the city... so far only my sister has done so. She always listened to what I had to say to here and told her what to do." Yulai frowned though. "My parents are too hard headed though, they will stay in Washington no matter what, nothing I can do to change that whatsoever. Even when those bombings went on, they decided that it was better to die in their home in Washington then go elsewhere. What about you Cambridge?"
"A wife, two kids. Jacob and James, seven and six respectively..."
"You could always try to track down one of the paramilitary groups. The Rising Sun Empire is one example, though they usually accept only ethnic Japanese. The Grey Dawn maybe?"
"None of the above. I'm moving them to a safe location, not giving them to the mercy of a paramilitary and possibly terrorist organization."
"Cambridge, they could protect your family a lot better than most others..."
"Why should I trust you again? Snowbell seemed to to believe that you had a lot of secrets you were not really interested in giving up to the rest of us. Would you like to explain those?"
Yulai's eyes hardened and went cold. "What I know is none of your business Cambridge, and you would do well to remember who your superior is right now."
"We have no superiors at the moment." Cambridge laid his gun on his lap and carefully reloaded it. "TACNET's down, and I can kill every single one of you in this room so fast that you will standing up before you realize the bullet is in your head. Tragic accidents do happen after all..."
"You are threatening a man who is offering to try and find a place for your family to lay low in the event that the worse comes to pass you arrogant fool! Do you really want to kill your family as such, when there was a way to make sure that they would be safe and protected, out of harm's way and far from the possible Verbenschwa liquidation corps that will come after them?"
"What I want right now Yulai is answers."
"You will not be getting any." Oxford exclaimed in delight as he checkmated Theta. "I'm not a textbook for you to open up and go through."
"I'm getting sick and tired of this routine Yulai. Answer me this then; what are we fighting for in this world?" Cambridge felt the weight of the world crushing him now as he tilted his head back against the cold metal of the chopper's fuselage. "What are we fighting for that is so precious that thousands if not millions of people have to die for it?"
"We fight for the State, it's people, and it's sovereign right to exist."
"So we kill the people and the citizens of the State when they cross the line that they do not know that they could not cross?"
Yulai chuckled at that one, though there was not a hint of humor in that chuckle. "We defend the people of the State from stuff that they should not know and should not possess."
"Ming Tian seems to be doing the opposite of our job; throwing the curtain back for the world to see." Cambridge sighed. "I won't be surprised if we are in Berlin by the end of the year killing members of their government because they threaten the integrity of the State."
"Ming Tian is a traitor who deserves to be shot. He's killed hundreds of innocent people already and shown that he is not afraid to continue."
"His victims are not really so innocent. Didn't you see what some of them have done Yulai? If they had been normal citizens of the State, they would have been made into an example for what they have done. But since they are a part of the government..."
"They were a part of the government. Being dead has a tendency to take that away from a person though."
"Very humorous aren't you? But Yulai, you really don't know what we fight for do you? Other than what they told you we fight for that is."
Yulai was quiet for a few minutes. "I suppose you are right Cambridge. I don't know what I fight for, the dead agents don't know what they fight for, we all don't know what we fight for."
"I know what I fight for Yulai. I fight for the right to smash Snowbell's smug face open and kill her for what she did."
"Very classy aren't you? Bringing a whole new meaning to the term lady killer aren't we?" Yulai's tablet chirped, and he drew it up to check it. Several minutes passed, his frown going deeper and deeper into his flesh. Finally, he finished checking it and put it back away.
"What was that about?"
"Orders from the top. Acting Chief Commander Verdun wants us to meet up with the November Detachment as soon as we have two days to settle personal matters."
"Bloody November Squad? I'd rather eat my own gun, all things considered."
"We don't really have a choice. November is better than some of the other squads out there."
"I'd have to say the classic New Yorker response to everything; fudging' no mahn."
"Too bad."
The agents disembarked at a secret facility buried inside of the hills east of Washington. This place was the staging area for many agents, and the massive facility that looked outwards on the valley below had a massive hangar facility, filled with agents and crews tending to choppers, assault choppers, transport helos, gunships, fighter aircraft, interceptors, fighter bombers, and bombers of all varieties. Even giant cargo planes such as the G-9 Albatross which carried three tanks and thirty paratroopers were staffed here, in all of their massive regal glory. The agents disembarked, Harvard saluting them as he went into the tunnels that would take him back to Washington. The rest of the squad made their way deeper into the facility, moving to the situation rooms assigned to each agent detachment.
Moving down the honeycomb hallways and moving past the rooms, you knew that quite a few of the rooms were empty and shut down, for obvious reasons. Snowbell's murderous killing of most of the agents in the woods that fateful day had left dozens of detachments neutralized and without any hope of being recreated. All plans that had been in the process of being done had been halted when the Washington bombings occurred.
Down the hallway in the situation room for the 969'th squadron was their new comrades in arms.
November squad collectively greeted them upon opening the door.
One of them stood up and personally saluted to Yulai. "Yulai, sir. I am Torrin of November Detachment Sixty nine Alpha Nova Gamma Sigma dash Seven. May I introduce my men?"
Yulai nodded. "These are Kerrin, Verla, Masgard, Malcolm, Victor, Raine, Bronson, Koenig, Keffelsieg, and Limun."
"I'm sure we will get along just great." Cambridge had nothing but a cold smile full of the exact opposite of rainbows and sunshine, gumdrops and children's ponies. "This will be so much fun!"
TOP SECRET: FOR Führer
Wir haben Berichte, dass die amerikanische Staat möglicherweise noch versucht zu mobilisieren Truppen an unserer südlichen Grenze als Reaktion auf die Enthüllung mehrere ihrer hochrangigen Mitglieder der Regierung geheime Freuden, die zum Verlust der deutschen Integrität und Menschen das Leben gekostet. Leader, bewegen wir uns so schnell wie wir können, um unsere eigene Geheimpolizei einschließlich der Black Sun Soldaten in Bewegung, um zu versuchen und Bühne ein paar nette kleine Überraschungen für die Feinde des Reiches zu bekommen. Wir haben versucht, bleibt freundlich und angenehm mit diesen Leuten, aber wir können nicht mehr betrachten die Fortsetzung dieser.
Wir sind immer noch die Bereitstellung geheime Finanzierung des Schwarzen Marsches, und wir arbeiten daran, zu versuchen und ihnen bessere Waffen und so weiter. Alles, was wir brauchen, ist eine Ursache für den Krieg, und wir werden den amerikanischen Staat eindringen und sie sich so langsam, dass sie um Gnade zu weinen. Wir können nicht mehr durch das, was diese Leute haben, um ruhmreiche Deutschland getan zu halten. Mein Führer, wir müssen alle demokratischen Ordnungen und Institutionen in der ganzen Welt in Ordnung zu bewahren für den Weltfrieden zustande kommen ... aber ich bin zutiefst Angst, dass die Vereinten Nationen nicht in Schritt, um uns in der Veranstaltung helfen, dass die amerikanischen Panzer in unserer nördlichen Grenze schieben ...
Wir haben auch weiterhin Grund zu der Annahme, dass die Amerikaner die Finanzierung der radikalen Rechten Reich Movement of the People, um zu versuchen und zu stürzen unserer demokratischen Ordnung. Dies ist umso beunruhigender, als alles andere, was wir zuvor begegnet sind, und wir müssen bald handeln, um Deutschland zu bewahren.
Es lebe das Reich.
Es lebe das Volk.
Es lebe die demokratischen Institutionen der Welt.
Translation to English:
We have reports that the American State may be trying mobilize troops along our southern border in response to the reveal of several of their high ranking government members clandestine pleasures that resulted in the loss of German integrity and lives. Leader, we are moving as fast as we can to get our own secret police including the Black Sun soldiers into motion to try and stage some nice little surprises for the enemies of the empire. We have tried to remain cordial and pleasent with these people but we can no longer contemplate the continuation of this.
We are still providing secret funding of the Black Marchers, and we are working to try and provide them with better weaponry and whatnot. All we need is a cause for war and we will invade the American State and take them down so slowly that they will weep for mercy. We can no longer abide by what these people have done to glorious Germany. My leader, we must preserve all democratic orders and institutions in the world in order for world peace to come about... but I am deeply afraid that the United Nations will not step in to help us in the event that American tanks push into our northern border...
We also have continuing reason to believe that the Americans are financing the Radical Right Reich Movement of the People in order to try and topple our democratic order. This is more worrying than anything else we have encountered before, and we must act soon to preserve Germany.
Long live the Reich.
Long live the People.
Long live the democratic institutions of the world.
"You have family back in Washington, don't you Yulai?" Cambridge had calmed down and was making notes on the tablet for later; he'd need them just in case anything happened.
"Just my sister and my parents. I've already sent them a message telling them to move out of the city... so far only my sister has done so. She always listened to what I had to say to here and told her what to do." Yulai frowned though. "My parents are too hard headed though, they will stay in Washington no matter what, nothing I can do to change that whatsoever. Even when those bombings went on, they decided that it was better to die in their home in Washington then go elsewhere. What about you Cambridge?"
"A wife, two kids. Jacob and James, seven and six respectively..."
"You could always try to track down one of the paramilitary groups. The Rising Sun Empire is one example, though they usually accept only ethnic Japanese. The Grey Dawn maybe?"
"None of the above. I'm moving them to a safe location, not giving them to the mercy of a paramilitary and possibly terrorist organization."
"Cambridge, they could protect your family a lot better than most others..."
"Why should I trust you again? Snowbell seemed to to believe that you had a lot of secrets you were not really interested in giving up to the rest of us. Would you like to explain those?"
Yulai's eyes hardened and went cold. "What I know is none of your business Cambridge, and you would do well to remember who your superior is right now."
"We have no superiors at the moment." Cambridge laid his gun on his lap and carefully reloaded it. "TACNET's down, and I can kill every single one of you in this room so fast that you will standing up before you realize the bullet is in your head. Tragic accidents do happen after all..."
"You are threatening a man who is offering to try and find a place for your family to lay low in the event that the worse comes to pass you arrogant fool! Do you really want to kill your family as such, when there was a way to make sure that they would be safe and protected, out of harm's way and far from the possible Verbenschwa liquidation corps that will come after them?"
"What I want right now Yulai is answers."
"You will not be getting any." Oxford exclaimed in delight as he checkmated Theta. "I'm not a textbook for you to open up and go through."
"I'm getting sick and tired of this routine Yulai. Answer me this then; what are we fighting for in this world?" Cambridge felt the weight of the world crushing him now as he tilted his head back against the cold metal of the chopper's fuselage. "What are we fighting for that is so precious that thousands if not millions of people have to die for it?"
"We fight for the State, it's people, and it's sovereign right to exist."
"So we kill the people and the citizens of the State when they cross the line that they do not know that they could not cross?"
Yulai chuckled at that one, though there was not a hint of humor in that chuckle. "We defend the people of the State from stuff that they should not know and should not possess."
"Ming Tian seems to be doing the opposite of our job; throwing the curtain back for the world to see." Cambridge sighed. "I won't be surprised if we are in Berlin by the end of the year killing members of their government because they threaten the integrity of the State."
"Ming Tian is a traitor who deserves to be shot. He's killed hundreds of innocent people already and shown that he is not afraid to continue."
"His victims are not really so innocent. Didn't you see what some of them have done Yulai? If they had been normal citizens of the State, they would have been made into an example for what they have done. But since they are a part of the government..."
"They were a part of the government. Being dead has a tendency to take that away from a person though."
"Very humorous aren't you? But Yulai, you really don't know what we fight for do you? Other than what they told you we fight for that is."
Yulai was quiet for a few minutes. "I suppose you are right Cambridge. I don't know what I fight for, the dead agents don't know what they fight for, we all don't know what we fight for."
"I know what I fight for Yulai. I fight for the right to smash Snowbell's smug face open and kill her for what she did."
"Very classy aren't you? Bringing a whole new meaning to the term lady killer aren't we?" Yulai's tablet chirped, and he drew it up to check it. Several minutes passed, his frown going deeper and deeper into his flesh. Finally, he finished checking it and put it back away.
"What was that about?"
"Orders from the top. Acting Chief Commander Verdun wants us to meet up with the November Detachment as soon as we have two days to settle personal matters."
"Bloody November Squad? I'd rather eat my own gun, all things considered."
"We don't really have a choice. November is better than some of the other squads out there."
"I'd have to say the classic New Yorker response to everything; fudging' no mahn."
"Too bad."
Spoiler :
The agents disembarked at a secret facility buried inside of the hills east of Washington. This place was the staging area for many agents, and the massive facility that looked outwards on the valley below had a massive hangar facility, filled with agents and crews tending to choppers, assault choppers, transport helos, gunships, fighter aircraft, interceptors, fighter bombers, and bombers of all varieties. Even giant cargo planes such as the G-9 Albatross which carried three tanks and thirty paratroopers were staffed here, in all of their massive regal glory. The agents disembarked, Harvard saluting them as he went into the tunnels that would take him back to Washington. The rest of the squad made their way deeper into the facility, moving to the situation rooms assigned to each agent detachment.
Moving down the honeycomb hallways and moving past the rooms, you knew that quite a few of the rooms were empty and shut down, for obvious reasons. Snowbell's murderous killing of most of the agents in the woods that fateful day had left dozens of detachments neutralized and without any hope of being recreated. All plans that had been in the process of being done had been halted when the Washington bombings occurred.
Down the hallway in the situation room for the 969'th squadron was their new comrades in arms.
November squad collectively greeted them upon opening the door.
One of them stood up and personally saluted to Yulai. "Yulai, sir. I am Torrin of November Detachment Sixty nine Alpha Nova Gamma Sigma dash Seven. May I introduce my men?"
Yulai nodded. "These are Kerrin, Verla, Masgard, Malcolm, Victor, Raine, Bronson, Koenig, Keffelsieg, and Limun."
"I'm sure we will get along just great." Cambridge had nothing but a cold smile full of the exact opposite of rainbows and sunshine, gumdrops and children's ponies. "This will be so much fun!"
TOP SECRET: FOR Führer
Wir haben Berichte, dass die amerikanische Staat möglicherweise noch versucht zu mobilisieren Truppen an unserer südlichen Grenze als Reaktion auf die Enthüllung mehrere ihrer hochrangigen Mitglieder der Regierung geheime Freuden, die zum Verlust der deutschen Integrität und Menschen das Leben gekostet. Leader, bewegen wir uns so schnell wie wir können, um unsere eigene Geheimpolizei einschließlich der Black Sun Soldaten in Bewegung, um zu versuchen und Bühne ein paar nette kleine Überraschungen für die Feinde des Reiches zu bekommen. Wir haben versucht, bleibt freundlich und angenehm mit diesen Leuten, aber wir können nicht mehr betrachten die Fortsetzung dieser.
Wir sind immer noch die Bereitstellung geheime Finanzierung des Schwarzen Marsches, und wir arbeiten daran, zu versuchen und ihnen bessere Waffen und so weiter. Alles, was wir brauchen, ist eine Ursache für den Krieg, und wir werden den amerikanischen Staat eindringen und sie sich so langsam, dass sie um Gnade zu weinen. Wir können nicht mehr durch das, was diese Leute haben, um ruhmreiche Deutschland getan zu halten. Mein Führer, wir müssen alle demokratischen Ordnungen und Institutionen in der ganzen Welt in Ordnung zu bewahren für den Weltfrieden zustande kommen ... aber ich bin zutiefst Angst, dass die Vereinten Nationen nicht in Schritt, um uns in der Veranstaltung helfen, dass die amerikanischen Panzer in unserer nördlichen Grenze schieben ...
Wir haben auch weiterhin Grund zu der Annahme, dass die Amerikaner die Finanzierung der radikalen Rechten Reich Movement of the People, um zu versuchen und zu stürzen unserer demokratischen Ordnung. Dies ist umso beunruhigender, als alles andere, was wir zuvor begegnet sind, und wir müssen bald handeln, um Deutschland zu bewahren.
Es lebe das Reich.
Es lebe das Volk.
Es lebe die demokratischen Institutionen der Welt.
Translation to English:
We have reports that the American State may be trying mobilize troops along our southern border in response to the reveal of several of their high ranking government members clandestine pleasures that resulted in the loss of German integrity and lives. Leader, we are moving as fast as we can to get our own secret police including the Black Sun soldiers into motion to try and stage some nice little surprises for the enemies of the empire. We have tried to remain cordial and pleasent with these people but we can no longer contemplate the continuation of this.
We are still providing secret funding of the Black Marchers, and we are working to try and provide them with better weaponry and whatnot. All we need is a cause for war and we will invade the American State and take them down so slowly that they will weep for mercy. We can no longer abide by what these people have done to glorious Germany. My leader, we must preserve all democratic orders and institutions in the world in order for world peace to come about... but I am deeply afraid that the United Nations will not step in to help us in the event that American tanks push into our northern border...
We also have continuing reason to believe that the Americans are financing the Radical Right Reich Movement of the People in order to try and topple our democratic order. This is more worrying than anything else we have encountered before, and we must act soon to preserve Germany.
Long live the Reich.
Long live the People.
Long live the democratic institutions of the world.
Yoshiegg737
Jungo Jungo
What? 2 updates in 24 hours? And they are lengthy and a good read!
