Isuka research facility, Tokyo, Japan.

At least what's left of the facility.

He had been scavenging this place for days and still nothing was found, nope. Not a single fucking thing. He is a young man, standing at a height where most would consider tall, he is a rough looking boy with an angular jaw line that most women may find attractive; but in reality, or at least for him, it's not. The research facility had been abandoned for about five weeks, more than a month. It's a surprise that no one ransacked this place dry of everything that was in here. But then again, people don't really visit Tokyo anymore.

Lifting a large mechanical machine with his two hands, he does so with little difficulty. He enters another room in the facility, a dark and cold room that seemingly to be used to store laboratorial equipments. He can easily tell from the neatly placed files, documents and whatever apparatus he sees that the people left this place in a hurry. Real hurry. Everything's probably the way it was before they abandoned this place, even if the light's are off, the things here are still in good condition. That includes the still working computer, machines and electronics. Scanning the not so small room, he doesn't catch something that interests him.

Seeing that there is nothing more to see in here, he exits the room to resume his search down the hallway. As he walks, he could smell it. The sweet and dusty scent of contamination. Not due to a disease, not due to a sickness, no. It's from the contamination of false hope. The people there were in here, they thought that they were safe from those out there. From those…terrors at sea. Even on land. They thought that they could get their shiny assess safe by being here for God knows how long and that whatever's out there not able to look for them. But oh were they wrong.

Five months ago, they attacked Tokyo, it was sudden.

It was way more sudden than the bomb dropped in Hiroshima during the Second World War. These…attackers, they are not human. They are monsters. Pure blooded monsters. These creatures, they do not rest, nor do they feel fear. They are smart and sentient beings of destruction, capable of bringing a country to its knees. The initial attack was way before five months ago. They first attacked the Military bases all around the world in a seemingly organized pattern, they then crippled the world's fleet by leaving nothing but sunken vessels or scrap metals. They came from nowhere, hence why they are called The Abyssal.

Minoru "Khan" Nusantara, twenty one years of age, six foot one, and 67 kilograms. That's who he is. A tall young man with mixed blood running in his veins. His ancestry is obvious, he is mostly Asian, but he is raised in the Middle-East in Tehran. He returned to Japan the day when Tokyo got attacked as a part of the first response team sent in. But he was not in Tehran or somewhere in the Middle-East for that matter, he was in Jakarta, settling matters with a business partner. Being sent here does not mean that he is a part of a Military group or branch or something. No. He was sent in by his organization, Omega Inc. Jakarta was not that far from Japan, but it's like saying that Germany's not that far from Poland. It's the same continent, yes, but it was still a goddamned long trip.

These Abyssals were a serious threat throughout the past years, with all their invasion of sea territory. Weapons were made, research was done and actions were taken. But guess what? They're all useless. Men's technology could not match the Abyssals' alien and advanced tech, it is on a highly different level. It was about three years back when they thought that these Abyssals are doing too much of a quick work of conquering the sea. So, they created something else. Something…similar.

Moving in deeper into the research facility, Khan realizes that if he's not quick, a patrol of those Abyssal drones will scan the area he's within in the next hour. He quickens his pace, his gear rattling and swaying. Speaking of his gear, the young man is armed, just as any other person would in his situation. His long sleeved, faded, winter camo uniform provide adequate. It would be unfit to call his attire a uniform, since it isn't one to speak of. He just grab whatever he could whenever he changes clothes, uncaring for them unless for their colors. There was this one time where he went out to secure a storage house filled with armed goons with nothing but a tank-top and a pair of jeans but that is a story for another time. His upper wear consists of a skin tight undershirt, he has a long sleeved and hooded jacket with the winter camo pattern on over it. His lower attire consists of a pair of salvaged military uniform slacks that he managed to acquire during his travels, along with a pair of nice and comfortable black running shoes.

His AR-500 tactical bulletproof vest is filled and fitted the necessary straps and magazines that he needed for his journey. But it is not just clothes that he wears, nope. He wears a, what seems to be a screen like utility like watch on his arm, something that is definitely advanced and no normal civilians could ever get their hands on. To some, it looks like a Samsung strapped to his arm. Along his waist, buckled to the leather belt he has with him are three different sets of bladed weapons. One is a normal and standard hunting knife, strong, durable and it remained faithful to him after countless of times using them in different circumstances. The second one is a shorter blade with a curved, crescent moon like blade. It's basically a sickle, but he calls it Luna. The first knife is Ye faithful or Faithful. The black steel of the rugged yet trusty sickle has already seen countless heads in battles…literally. It is well polished and maintained, just like the first one. The final one is not a knife, but a khukri. This one is Ron.

In a secured holster to his right waist, he has his 19mm Sig Pro painted in snake's skin camo which gives it a unique and rather cool look. The sidearm matters not to him, but it is a trusty gun. He shot down dead bandits and thugs alike when his primary was out or jammed, in short, it's a quick gun. As a primary, he is armed with a G36A2 which is equipped with a quick detachable Zeiss RSA reflex sight mounted on a Picatinny rail that replaces the original red dot sight of the dual combat sighting system and a foregrip for extra control of this fully automatic gun, and a gun sling which he always had on him. His jacket, though may look ordinary from afar, is actually heavily modified. He took the effort of putting extra pockets in the hoodie to stock in more 5.56×45mm NATO magazines for easy and quicker access instead of having to browse and shuffle down his bag, along with extra ammunitions for his Sig Pro.

The rifle and the sidearm, as well as the many sharp-cutting edge weapons he has with him may look intimidating but it's nothing when compared to Joe. A double barreled sawed-off shotgun, with a barrel of only 14 inches long and a neat mahogany stock and parts, is placed in a holster on his back, he leaves the gun's stock up high so that he could reach it, but that doesn't mean he's dumb enough to let his enemies get it. This gun's name is Joe, and Joe is an old joe. Joe had been with him ever since the beginning. Beginning. He'd lost count how many times this buddy would save his life from any threats and even the Abyssal. A gun like this might look a little bit out of place at a time like this, but Joe's as trusty as a gun could be. Hell even though Joe's not a living being, he'll still trust him with his life.

While killing or destroying these Abyssals with firearms are hard, but the ones that he have will be more than enough to shoot down a few patrol drones or two. Khan remembers his objective, it's the very underground section of this facility, where they conduct weapons research for the Japanese military. Knowing that this is a weapon's research facility reassures him greatly, because it's obvious, he could get whatever gun they have kept here in case if things go south. Not to mention, he needs more grenades. That security fence won't just blow itself up after all. He reaches the elevator, checking the power by pressing the arrow button that point towards the ground, he's relieved t know that it still works. That means he won't have to climb down the stairs.

Whilst waiting, he runs a gloved hand through his short and unkempt hair. The climate's currently hot outside, the middle of summer to be exact. He made a mistake of going out with cold gear, then again things might get a little too cold to soon. When the elevator gives a small ding sound, Khan knows that his way down to the underground facility is here. He enters the opened elevator's door, entering the lift and pressing the lowest level. A music plays through the speakers, one that Khan ignores. He checks on his rifle, making sure if a bullet's loaded into the chamber, he also does the same with his sidearm. Blinking a few times, Khan remembers the mission detail that was given to him.

Five weeks… five fucking weeks in Japan. He, along with a couple of other guys from his organization, was sent to Sapporo, where the casualties are not that high, and the place's still safe, to act as backup for the military. The Japanese government are trying their best to keep the Abyssals away from their lands, but since most of the attacks are from sea, they are a little too busy when it comes to dealing land matters. Which is why they hired his organization. A private company that provides needy countries mercenaries, technologies and even capitalists pigs when needed. He'd been in the organization for a long period of time, ever since he was sixteen actually. He was young back then, too foolish, but he grows up and is now wiser. He considers on leaving the company, but decided not to do so soon until he gets more money to cover himself with.

Now Omega pays good money, real good. But with the way thing has been going…it won't be enough to last him three years. Nu uh, especially when he's looking to have a peaceful and quite life somewhere in a forest. When the Abyssal attacked, things went from bad to worse—as if the world's not already a bad place before they come—and economy collapsed, literally. With the Abyssals conquering sea areas, trading between countries are harder. Cargo ships are shot down and so were the planes, leaving all precious resources to drown to rock bottom. But that's not all. Now that they have gotten access to land, some parts of the world are literally a war zone. He's not going to mention which part of the world but most of the current fighting is happening in the west. Some parts of Asia, the North and South poles, and probably Australia are the safest place that people could be in.

But he'll like to see them move to those places without getting their planes or ships shot down. Even when on his way to Japan from the South-East, he encountered battles with the Abyssals. Nothing too serious, thankfully, otherwise he'd have to swim all the way to Japan. He remembered feeling great relief when his helicopter touched down in a JGSDF headquarters in Sapporo. When he was in Sapporo, everything was going well. In fact, nothing happened; unless if he was to count some small time joint operations here and there. Given since the JGSDF's biggest headquarters lies there. Regardless, as big as their base is safe, they still sent him alone to do this mission. When the Japanese government hired Omega, the Omega operatives were instructed to follow their employer's order as if it was the company's own; of course, certain measures must be considered so that the Japanese won't abuse their authority over him.

The elevator makes a notable ding sound that causes Khan to snap out from his recollection. The elevator door opens in their slow speed, letting him out from the lift. Khan raises his G36A2 slightly, he can't afford to get careless here. This place has been abandoned for weeks, and there's no really telling if there are people here; even if he convinced himself that there's none. He vigilantly walks the long facility hallway, his terminal—the utility he has on his wrist—beeps to show that he is indeed going the right way. Radio silence is a must since communicating might attract Abyssal drones within the vicinity, and as much as he wants some action, he's not that suicidal. The young man reaches a set of stairs that leads deeper underground, probably where they keep the most important storage. His terminal's beeping is getting faster the second he reaches the most bottom section of the base.

He ends up in a crossroad, with three paths to choose. Checking his terminal for previous mission details, the item that he's supposed to retrieve is located in a storage room underneath the base. Well that's quite vague. He's underground but where's the storage room? Looking around, Khan scratches the back of his head. He then stops when his eyes landed on a sign post with three plates with words written on them. Of course, they're written in Japanese. The very top, with an arrow that points to the middle, says research lab. The one on the middle, with an arrow that points to the right, says guard's quarters and finally the last one, with an arrow pointing to the left, says storage room.

Now that he knows where to go, he resumes his search wordlessly.

Khan did not really think much about it but why would the military send someone from a hired company, a mercenary basically, to retrieve something so important? From whatever information they gave him, he knows that he must retrieve this thing and return it safely back to the JGSDF headquarters in Sapporo, which is a troublesome thing considering that they can't send him any ride to go back to HQ. Khan's plan will be simple. After he finds what he's looking for he'll immediately grab it and get a suitable vehicle to return to base. And getting from Tokyo to Sapporo will take a long time, a really long time. It took him sixteen hours and half to reach Tokyo, and that is from using a truck—and a boat to cross from Hokkaido, which is now out of commission. Every train lines from Tokyo was cut off, and it just sucks harder. It will take about the exact same time that he went through to reach HQ, and that is without Abyssal interference.

Walking through the hall that leads to the storage room, Khan is soon swallowed by darkness, the lights in this part of the base are dead. He turns on his head lamp which allows for him to see. His indicator is getting louder and faster, the beeping that it makes is starting to annoy him. He finds a hidden door, hidden poorly behind rows of fallen lockers and other miscellaneous furniture. Getting most of the obstacles out from the way, Khan tries to push open the door but it doesn't budge and so does pulling. The door is jammed. Taking a step back, Khan takes a short breath. His body leans backwards and his right leg is outstretched faster than a piston, kicking the door off from its hinges. It's a good thing that Omega provides…'upgrades'…to their employees. Entering the room, Khan is greeted with a dark room.

Upgrades translate to augmentation. Seventy percent of his limbs are reinforced with nano-technology, with his internal bones—most of them—replaced with a harder, and much more durable components. Aside from having most of his limbs reinforced with metallic bones, his eyes are special. His retina is augmented, allowing him to see through an augmented reality like vision. His vision is filled with words and important notices, like temperature, time, scanner and even thermal vision. Basically, he's not human. Well…most of him at least. Of course, the augmentations that Omega employees are required to take is kept secret, so his employers do not have to know about this particular info. As awesome as these augs are, it's very limited. For example, if he were to spend too much time running and exhausting his muscle, his body will need to get immediate rest in order to prevent from overheating. There was this one time where he overheated once on a mission, and boy, it felt like being burned alive inside out. Since his body is seventy percent machine and thirty percent flesh, his weight is prone to be heavier, which is why he avoids swimming, balancing on beams, and things like that.

He shines his light, and the scenery of a messy storage room comes to vision. The floor is littered with miscellaneous items, unorganized and really untidy even to his own liking. He enters the room, not really minding the fact that it is dark. His vision may be limited but he has his instincts to back it up to him. But amidst the darkness and dust, a big human sized container locker of some sort stood out like a sore thumb. Khan approaches the particular container, examining it. As he shines his light over, the writing 0-12 could be seen written in white bold letters on the container. Khan taps the container just to be sure that it's not empty, because this is the thing that he's looking for. He brings his terminal—the thing on strapped to his wrist—closer to him, browsing a file that was given to him wirelessly from the military people. It's a passcode, activation code of some sort.

Eyes narrowing, Khan is unsure of what to do. He was not given too much detail of what he should do. All they told him was to say these words aloud near the container that he'll find. He could've asked for more details but they weren't really keen on sharing more. But that's not a problem to him. He has his job, and he knows what to do.

"Climb Mount Niitaka."

Nothing happens, only a passing moment of silence. Khan blinks. If those guys gave him the wrong access code, then that means that he has to go back all the way to base to reconfirm.

No, he is not going to do that.

But he is caught by surprise when the large metallic container starts to shift, making mechanical and gear shifting noise, as the container opens like an automated shell of a laboratory tube, where they used to contain aliens in those sci-fi films. A small smokescreen erupts, causing Khan to shield his eyes. Form what little vision he gets, Khan could see a faint bluish glow radiating from the inside of the container, the blue light is seemingly to have glow brighter each passing second. Thermal vision kicked in, but this light does not seem to produce any heat. In fact, it gets colder. This container is almost like a cooling container, and temperature just dropped to sixteen degree while it would normally be twenty or something. With little nervousness, Khan approaches the container and peek. What he sees makes him blink.

There is also another important thing to recall when he was given this mission. He is to 'install' a USB flash-disk to whatever it is that he needs to find. Thinking the obvious, he thought that this package is going to be a computer of some sort, or at least something portable. But no. It's not. A woman with long black hair, standing at a height that looks to be only a few inches shorter than him is inside the container that he found. Khan lowered his rifle, using both hands to scratch the back of his head. If this is a joke, then it better be funny. The woman is beautiful. Her face describes what it means to be a handsome beauty. The stasis induced woman is wearing a rather…skimpy attire, well not really depending on what culture he's comparing it with. For him, it's as if she's wearing a sports bra, a black and orange sports bra with a thick chest plate that covers only the upper part of her abdomen, letting him see her uniquely defined abs and her navel. Her arms are covered in these long gloves like accessories, the edges trimmed with orange accents. She is also donned in a short, but modest, white pleated skirt with a grey metallic belt of some sort with a golden sun insignia in the middle. Her legwears are what makes him think. He'd never seen anything like those ridiculously long red kneesocks and heels, but he pays them no mind since they are not of importance. Now, the important thing is, to confirm if this unconscious woman is his…package.

Khan is about to pull out the drive from his pocket, but is surprised when a mechanical, robotic voice escapes the woman's throat.

Systems online…

Initializing memory scanning…

Rebooting…

10 percent…

20 percent…

30 percent…

40 percent…

50 percent…

Malfunction, failure to reboot. Please start up manually.

Khan is even more confused. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to not scream out in frustration. With the things running in his mind, the first thing that comes to mind is that this woman here is not exactly a woman. Well, she is a woman, she looks like one, but her species is not human. Robot is the first word that comes to his mind. Khan analyzed the woman, checking her for any back up button. He checked everywhere. Her arms, legs, forehead and even hair! He must say, if she is indeed a robot, then she really feels like a human being. Is this what the Japanese military trying to hide? No…if they're trying to hide her, then they won't have him activating her in the first place—wait…

Was he even supposed to activate her in the first place?

Khan slaps himself, right here and there. He's going to get a lot of shit when he returns…

But never mind that now…back to activating this…robot, woman, thing. He runs a scan of the woman, and it did not take long, only a couple of seconds before he gets his info.

"Unknown material, presumably to be metal…detecting electrical energy…heat and blood flow stable…wait, wait wait…blood flow stable?" Now that's a surprise. Khan touches the woman's forehead, making sure if he's getting it right. And indeed, there is heat but he can't tell whether or not if there's blood flowing in her. To make sure, he takes out Faithful and make a slight, tiny cut on the woman's pinky finger. And Holy God almighty, there's blood! Suppressing the amount of surprise to a smaller level, Khan decides to leave the questioning later and the acting now. Now, he must activate her. But how…

Taking in a deep breath, Khan utters a whisper of apology under his breath.

"Excuse me."

He flips the woman's skirt up, checking if there is any hidden button underneath it. As expected, there's nothing. Now, he's going to feel stupid for the rest of his life. But as soon as he de-flips the skirt back, the robotic voice coming from the woman resumes.

Resuming reboot process…

60 percent…

70 percent…

80 percent…

90 percent…

Her eyes snaps open.

"100 percent." Her voice changes from being robotic Siri like voice to a voice of a smooth, calm and relaxed woman, a voice that Khan nearly forgotten. The woman sits straight up, causing Khan to back away while clutching his pistol and knife in place. The woman takes her time to examine her surroundings, before she then takes notice of the male presence beside her. Her eyes, lush and exotically orange, turn to him.

"Who are you?" she asks.

"Me?" Khan responds. He re-holsters his gun and re-straps his blade. "I am the person sent to retrieve you. My name's Khan."

The woman's eyes suddenly narrows. "You do not wear the uniform of the Japanese task force, you could be lying." Her tone gets cold and icy, distrusting and distant.

Instead of talking to convince her, Khan takes out the flashdrive from his pocket. He shows it to the woman who makes a confused expression when looking at the memory stick. "In here are files that you need to know. I don't exactly know the details but my employers ordered me to give this to you." He's not really wrong. And besides, if he's going to get in so much shit later it's best to do the best course of action now.

The black haired beauty reluctantly takes the USB stick. She sticks the flashdrive behind her neck, where a small accessible port is available. Instantly, the woman freeze, as if her body's glass. Words begin to roll down her eyes, almost in a computer fashion. Seconds later, she blinks and removes the flashdrive from her neck, returning it back to Khan.

"You believe me now?"

The woman sighs, something Khan does not expect her doing.

"I do." a pained look crosses her face. "But…it's hard to believe that almost most of us are separated across the world."

Khan blinks. "Most of us? You don't mean…"

The woman gives him a weird look. "You do not know of the Kanmusu?" she takes his silence as negative. "I am not quite sure whether or not I am allowed to share this information with a hired mercenary but I guess it's necessary." The black haired robotic girl breathes in. "We are Kanmusu. We are designed to fight off the Abyssal threats at sea, we are the personifications of the old World War two warships. I am Nagato, the first and nameship of the Nagato-class Battleship, and now that I am activated, my job now is to follow your instructions in order to return to the JGSDF headquarters in Sapporo, Hokkaido."

Khan nods in confirmation to Nagato's words. "True. We will move directly to Sapporo, I was sent alone and it took me sixteen hours just to reach Tokyo, but that was without interference from Abyssal scout drones that are scattered all over the city."

"What?" a look of shock appears on Nagato's face. "The Abyssals…they have gained capability to deploy troops on land?!" she shouts in disbelief.

Khan outstretches his hand for Nagato to take, to which she did but still with the look of disbelief on her face. Khan readies his G36A2 and holds it close to his chest, now that Nagato is functional, all that he has to do is to return to Sapporo. "Sadly, yeah. Look, going back to Hokkaido will not be an easy job. Most of Honshu are dead due to the Abyssal Fleet taking over, Tokyo's one of them and so are most of the areas around it. There are still resistance, but I am currently under heavy orders of radio silence. I cannot contact for back up nor can I call an extraction team. But if we do encounter some friendlies, I need you to help me, because it's obvious that they're not going to trust a guy who's not one of theirs." Khan sees Nagato nod with determination. "Good. Now…can you use a gun?"

"Pardon?"

"…I'll take that as a no. But don't worry, I'll teach you how."

The two make their way out from the basement, going up one floor towards where Khan saw the sign that leads to the guard's room earlier. He needs to check the guard's room for any firearms that he might need, and also one for Nagato. They ascend the staircases that lead to the storage room, then they walk the hallways and return back to the intersection where Khan was earlier. Instead of going right to the elevator, they head straight and directly to the guard's quarters with Nagato following Khan behind. Khan has his rifle up steady, prepared and vigilant. His vision is showing no signs of life force under the facility, except for the electromagnetic energy that Nagato is radiating. The guard's quarter is sealed off and from the looks of it, it's sealed off tight. The door's heavily reinforced and it'll take hours of drilling into it even if he had the proper equipment.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Khan sets down his bag. He begins shuffling through the content of his pack, prompting a curious Nagato. He pulls out what seems to be rectangular objects with electronics built on them. There are buttons too.

"Uh…Sir, may I ask what is it you are doing?"

"I'm planting explosives." He answers her simply. "This door's too tough even for me to kick, and my bones are mostly metal." Nagato gets the feeling that that particular statement is not sarcasm at all. "I'll need you to stand back when I detonate, just-need-to stick it riiiight there." He finishes planting and setting up the charges. He motions Nagato to step away, with him doing the same. "In three, brace yourself. One, two, three!"

BOOOM

The explosion is loud enough to make Nagato shake, it reminds her of the data installed inside of her, the ones that particularly shows some of the events that happened in World War 2. Explosions…cannon fires…guns…turrets…all of them.

"Hey, you okay there? Hello? Nagato?"

Shaken off by Khan's voice, Nagato is brought back to reality. Khan gestures towards the now literally blasted door with his thumb, nudging his head. "Let's go in and see their armory, I need to stock up too since I've been running low on ammo." Entering the guard's quarter through the hole that he made, Khan whistles as he enters the room. The room's mostly made out of metal and concrete, the desks and furniture are exceptions but it is given. Khan sees a door with a security keypad in front of it and this becomes the first door that he pays attention to. Bringing up his hand to access his terminal, he focuses his eyes to the keypad.

"Beginning hacking." If Nagato is to pay attention to Khan, she would notice the text rolling down Khan's terminal and eyes. His eyes are acting as a camera to get visual on the keypad's access via electronics vision, allowing him to see the inside of the keypad. Hacking is done remotely through his terminal, where he must input codes and other numerical access. It did not take long until the clicking sound of security door being opened reaches their ears. "Okay, we're in."

Entering the door is the armory, and Khan whistles louder than he did before. On the walls of the armory are guns, ranging from small firearms to medium sized and even bigger firearms to the level of anti-material Sniper Rifles and fully automatic rifles like the G36A2 Khan has with him. Nagato, being only adequately aware of human firearms, gets the idea that the guns here are still in good condition. The room is locked shut so no one has entered this ever since they evacuated this place.

"Will we be taking all of these guns Sir?"

"No, we'll only take the good ones." Khan replies. "And please don't call me sir, call me Khan."

"Very well."

Browsing the rows of weapons on display, Khan is personally attracted by a beauty from the corner of his eyes. A anti-material rifle, an M93 Black Arrow. The rifle's sleek black polished job makes him all the more willing to take it with him, besides, it'll be useful considering that his G36's cartridge is way below this one's. But it's a bolt action rifle, so he'll need to make sure to be in a safe position before using it to engage hostiles. Holding the rifle in his arms, Khan cocks back the handle of the barrel, seeing that it is in fact loaded. He places the rifle aside, resting it somewhere on the floor, to browse the lockers for extra ammos for this type of gun. To his happiness, he finds ten more magazine for this bad boy. He immediately place them inside whatever empty space he got left in his vest's pockets.

Nagato is clueless as to what to make up at the situation. To her, seeing these guns are like seeing small knives. These guns won't hurt her if they are not fired at her vital spots. But her transporter, Khan, is acting like a seaman browsing a ship's arsenal for the first time.

Khan grabs a twin pair of MP7s with extended clips. These submachine guns are shitty for long range but they'll do to replace his Sig Pro if he needs it. The submachine guns have foldable stocks, so they're portable making them easier to carry around. Handling's easy, just the ridiculous rate of fire that he has to get used to if he ever want to get. Khan also take some extra clips for the MP7s, just to make sure. Now that he's done with his set, it's time for Nagato's set.

"Nagato, which do you prefer, long range, medium range or short range?"

"What's the matter?" the black haired Ship Girl asked.

"I'm asking if you're comfortable with what type of gun. The one that can fire from long range, middle or short." Khan explains without looking at the woman. He is currently busy checking the other guns in the room that he deemed necessary.

Nagato takes a moment to think. She is totally clueless to this matter, but her database do provides information regarding these guns. Short range weapons are only capable of dealing tremendous amount of damage at close range, a Shotgun and sidearm—handgun—are some of the types of a short ranged gun. Some rifles and carbines are compatible in middle range, some submachine guns category are borderlining this. And finally, long ranged weapons are deadly when fired close or long range. They are like the long barreled cannons of a ship's arsenal, capable of firing large caliber rounds and dealing heavy damage.

Normally, she would prefer the long ranged weapons, but since this is not naval warfare, she needs to play it safe. Nagato, finishing her thoughts, looks at Khan. "I'll be taking a middle ranged weapon."

"Good, cuz I got the thing just for you." Khan brings up a standard issue AAC Honey Badger equipped with a standard scope and grip pod fitted other than the usual foregrip. The barrel of this gun may look long but it's actually the built in silencer that allows for quick and safe shooting in case if the user does not want to alert enemy presence. The stock is fully collapsible, allowing for the user to switch from an assault rifle to a PDW. Over all, the gun's quick, silent and deadly. But if he sees a better one than this, Khan gladly replace this, like for an AK or M4 or something, because those guns' cartridges are bigger than this one. Ammos are supposedly subsonic rounds, but Khan will have to test it out later. He throws a flak jacket over to Nagato.

"Here, use that vest. It'll protect you from projectiles like these, and the pocket's there will store your magazines."

"Um…Khan, we Kanmusu are nearly immune to firearms. We could withstand shots from firearms, so this vest is unnecessary." Nagato says in an informing manner.

"Yeah, still, I can't have you getting shot and risk on something happening. Besides, if bullets' not a problem for you, I'm sure that an explosion is." Khan is ready to leave, he slings his newly acquired Black Arrow on his back, next to Joe while he clips the MP7s to his waist next to his bladed weapons. "That vest will give you some protection to explosions, besides you'll need place to store the ammos for your guns." He hands the Honey Badger to Nagato, who holds it in the same manner as Khan is with his G36. "Oh, and take a handgun, just choose which ever, and make sure to grab six extra ammos."

Nagato complies by grabbing a small firearm, an FN Five-SeveN along with its extra clips to which she stores inside her newly acquired vest.

Khan looks back at Nagato. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes." The black haired beauty replies. "I cannot wait to rejoin my countrymen."

"Yeah, let's go with that. We'll be crossing Kanto all the way through Tohoku, which means there are about…seven, six or eight prefectures that we must cross. We'll acquire transportation, believe it or not there are still some cars working around here. But as soon as we're out from Kanto, we'll be entering neutral zone. I'm saying them as neutral because they do not know that I am employed for the military, as soon as we get out from Kanto, then we can break radio silence but HQ still won't be able to send us evac for some Goddamned reason. If we can convince the local authority outside of Kanto to give us transport, then we can return to HQ quicker than I did to get my ass all the way here."

"But there will be a problem." Nagato suddenly says, causing Khan to focus on her.

"What?"

"Our existence is top secret. We cannot just reveal that I am a product of a military construction program, are you sure you are not able to convince HQ to send any extraction?"

"No, and that what worries me. Maybe their choppers are busy with things down South, from what I heard, Kyushu's in potential danger right now so they're sending in more troops there instead of here in the mainland. But…" a brilliant idea sparks inside Khan's head. "If we can get a chopper or something, I'll be able to fly us to Hokkaido." Then, he frowns. "On second thought, the only heliport nearby is the one at Koto and I doubt that the scout drones will just let us fly out in peace."

"Then, what is the plan?"

"Okay, this. As I've said before, we'll focus on getting out from Kanto and get through Tohoku first, then, we'll contact HQ and ask if they can pick us up. If they can't, we'll start journeying through Tohoku and catch a ferry from Aomori all the way to the port city Hakodate. And from there, we'll plan again our next move."

Nagato nods. "Okay."

"Good, now, let's move out. And stay quiet, we don't want to be chased all the way out from Kanto with drones hot on our tails." Khan reminds warningly with an edgy tone.

A/N: Do you guys read Ambience: A fleet symphony by Hieda no Akyuu in FF? No? Go check it out. It's the best story there is in FF. So to my loyal readers, I present to you my other idea that seems to have given birth unto itself the moment I started reading Ambience. Now, it's obvious to say that this story's inspired from Ambience but I am not a copycat, I know that originality exists and I have no intention of ignoring it.

So please, don't flame…yet.

Now, you can flame me. Okay, this will be on hold, because as I've said before in my previous notes that I'm busy with studies. Well, I am currently busy with my studies, since my exams are coming up, however I am taking steady breaks. But instead of writing for updates on existing stories, I am making more stories that are still unclear on its continuation or not.

Yay me.

Well, anyway, just…bear with it, this is what happens when you don't know what else to do with your life aside from writing and studying.

So…as usual, please review and favorite or even follow for that matter to show your support and tell me if you want me to continue this or not.

This story was originally planned to be told in first person but I decide not. First person stories…I have one currently going on with Touhou Project, which update I am working on currently.

See ya and have a nice day/night!