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Days of X: The Black hand of Satan
Chapter one: Moonlit Night
"Ha….haa…."
Blue blood dripped form Fenrir's bruised body. It poured form his head forcing him to close his right eye. Making his already shaky vision more impaired. His clothes are in ribbons, his armor and jacket are riddled with bullet holes. Lin is unconscious. Behind him she is filled with bullets, bleeding out form her stomach form were shrapnel form a grenade had hit her. Elma, with her legs broken, and her right arm twisted, is next to her. Trying her best to take in much needed air. They are backed against a boulder in West part of Primordia, caught within a storm and between a horde of ganglion guns. Poor Tatsu is cowering behind the stone wall. Sacred, unable to doing anything.
Their weapons are scattered and broken. His knife is broken form protecting him form a grenade blast. His photon saber is smashed to pieces. And his assault rifle is out of ammo.
Elma's blades are a little better off. If only one of them not being broken in half is considered better. Her guns are fine with only one sub-machine gun filled with bullets. Only because she didn't even get a single shot in before she hit with a missile.
Lin's shield is the only thing still intact. Even if the girl herself is not.
"Keh ha ha ha! This is the white witch and her marry band of monsters!?" Jaden laugh.
Jaden, the BLADE who had sent out a distress signal, had a gun pointed at Fenrir. Along with the rest of the Ganglion thugs behind him. The rain seemed to only make that traitor's greasy black hair more disgusting as he sneered down at them. The blacked sky over Primordia fit Fenrir's desperate situation.
"Oh MAN!" Jaden cackled. "All it took was a fake ass distress call, a simple ambush and you guys are like fish in a barrel! That guy was right! You guys are easy when it comes to other people!"
A weak growl gurgled form Fenrir's throat. He continued to glare his enemies down, no matter how beaten he feels.
"But you know Fenny. I am sporting guy." Jaden taunted with his gun. "How about I give you a few seconds to do…something."
"Ha ha ha! Not that it would matter!" Jaden gaffed. "Even if I do put a bullet through your skulls, it's only shut down those walking washing machines! Hell I could blow my own arm off and all I would need to do is get some duct tape and put it back together!"
He smiled, his eyes gazing at Elma's and Lin's prone forms. "Speaking of, it really won't matter what I do to those two will it? I wonder if their mim's carpet's match the drapes."
Jaden couldn't help but laugh. This whole thing is utterly ridiculous. The Ganglion kicked their asses before, and that's when the humans were actually prepared for them. How the hell do these idiots think they can take them on when their whole race is shit out of luck and there's a few billions of Ganglion and only a million of humans. And Elma's dumdass team keeps going against them. Attacking their bases, taking those Man-non, and for what? They've barely even made a dent. All they've ever done was pissed them off and placed all of NLA in their crosshairs.
"It's nothing perso-ok it is." Jaden shrugged. "I've hated the fact that scrub like you somehow got top ranking in just a few weeks. Oh yeah…."
He pointed his gun back at the dead man's head. "You've got sixteen seconds left."
Fenrir thought of anything he could do to get the out of this. His knife is broken. His photon saber was shot out his hands. His arms and legs are in so much pain he could barely move them. He cursed.
Neither he nor Elma could have seen this ambush coming. The distress signal was real enough that none of them thought anything of it. But he doesn't have time to lament on past mistakes.
"Ten seconds…"
The clock is ticking and he is out of options.
"Eight seconds~"
He could rush him. Take a shot to the chest and-
"Six seconds! Come rook make fucking move!"
No. Jaden's little band of Prone would blast him to pieces before he could even take out one of them.
"Five!"
What else does he have? Wait!
"Four!"
The overdrive. Vanham told him that every mim has one. It'll only last for a few seconds but that maybe all the time he'll need.
"Three!"
How they hell dose he active the damn thing again? Come Fenrir, think!
"Two!"
Fenrir closed his eyes and focused. His teeth grinding themselves to near paste in desperation. He racked his brain, his very soul shook with tension. The air around him snapped and popped with blue lighting. The grass around his feet seem to pull themselves out their roots by an unknown force of gravity. A blot of thunder shot through his deep forest eyes.
Jaden couldn't help but smile. Not only is he going to kill some shitty little up start, but he's going away a millionaire thanks to his partner's tips and the Ganglion's pay. He may even have so fun with one of the most sot after woman in NLA! Hell that little genius is just a bonus! He wonder if she still has a hymen in that robot body of hers-
"Huh?"
Funny. For some reason Jaden can't feel his left arm.
Sparks of broken electronics pulsed out of the shoulder stub of what used to be Jaden's left arm that Fenrir had slashed off with blinding speed with his bare hand. Standing a few feet behind Jaden, Fenrir's hand is outstretched and covered in blue blood.
None of the prone had seen him move. Jaden had blinked for less than a second and lost a whole limb.
Jaden screamed. The pain of losing his whole arm all too real to laugh off. "Arg-GULK!?"
His anguish is very short lived. Fenrir's hand suddenly burst through Jaden's chest. Ripping out the core of his mim; a small blue orb that beat like a heart.
"Ah…ah…" Jaden gasped weakly. The feeling of his own heart being ripped out. Something he never thought that he'd feel in his whole life.
Fenrir didn't hesitant to crush the core into a blue paste as he tore his hand back form Jaden's dead ragdoll body. Static sparked around him. His overdrive pushing his mim to its limits.
"Open fire!" The Prone fired their blasters at him.
Saying Fenrir dodged their shots wouldn't make much sense. The Prone hit their mark, but their target would literally disappear and reappear form position to position. Like a phantom, Fenrir ghost through the onslaught of fire and rammed his fist in the skull of one Prone. A swift kick to the head snapped his neck. He jumped off his dead body to slam his knee into the face of another prone solider. In a flash he unleashed a dozen kicks, and one final one to his throat. Bullets flew and raged around him but none of them hit as he dashed around and slew the hoard.
Fenrir is a black beast. A hellish shadow that sped through their ranks like bloody hurricane.
A prone with a mace swung at him. He caught it and crushed it in his hand. While the prone recoiled, Fenrir shot his hand forward straight through his head and threw the dead body into the crowd.
"Uhh…" Fenrir's eyes grew hazy. He shook his head. Clearing his vision he saw the few remaining security guards. Their guns pointed him as they stared him down.
This…isn't Mira.
He's back on Earth. In the American Smithsonian. He is here to steal something.
His black jacket is replaced with midnight cloak that covered his whole face. He has his old equipment is back. Two blades, throwing stars and daggers. Two hand guns. And many other tools of the a violent trade.
His occupation.
His life.
All of it can been seen through a screen blood red.
"Ragh!" The white skinned prone yelled as he raised his fists to slammed Fenrir's head in. But he only hit air as Fenrir vanished from sight and priced the soldier's skull with his hand.
A prone lieutenant, seeing how bad this is going, aimed his guns at Elma and Lin. He can't take out one of witch's teammates, but he can at least take out the woman herself.
Fenrir, ripping his hand form the stomach of another Prone, heard the click of a gun and rushed to pick up Lin and Elma. The lieutenant cursed as he missed, but kept firing even though he didn't come close to hitting them as Fenrir brought them behind the rock.
"Hee!?" Tatsu shrieked when Fenrir suddenly appeared with Lin and Elma. His body giving off a strange aura as it crackled in electricity.
"Hey!"
A voice made him turned his to see an older man couching behind a downed fighter jet with him. He is wearing a black combat stealth suit. Magazines and other guns littered his suit along with cocksure smile. Even with the hell storm of bullets tearing up the old 2012 plane. But that is all he can see of his face. The rest is covered by the fog of his memory.
He is back on Earth. Ducking behind the plane with the man.
"You going slit these bastards throats or are we just going to seat here twiddling our thumbs?!"
Fenrir smirked. Of coruse he will! These idiots should have stayed home with their families!
"Ha ha!" Laughed his friend, calling out his name in glee. "That's the sprite-"
"F-Fenrir…?"
He blinked. Back on Mira.
Tatsu is still shaking like a leaf. Terrified as the gun fire grew closer.
"Keep firing!" Yelled the lieutenant. The few remaining men all fired their full rounds at the rock as they closed in.
Elma is still unconscious.
And Lin…
Her eyes are unfocused and petering in and out of consciousness. She looked up at him, yet there was no pain.
Only worry for his well being.
Lin dropped back in unconsciousnesss. And Fenrir growled. Directing it at the gunfire as the energy crackled around him.
He took Elma's only sowrd and her hand guns. His green eyes let out another spark.
"Keep them safe."
Tatsu shook in more fear. Yet the prone seemed like nothing compared the monster inside his friend.
Fenrir dashed out form cover, brandishing Elma's blade and her gun. The security team fired their guns while Fenrir smirked viciously. Deflecting their bullets with the balde, he charged at them with the force of a hurricane.
He sliced one man's arm off and finished him off by putting a bullet in his head. He ducked under a spray of rounds and took off a man's leg. As he fell, screaming in agony, Fenrir took off his head. A man came with a baton raised only to have it cut in half along with himself. He slammed his foot into the chin of another guard then cut it off with his blade.
"Arrgh!" Fenrir was suddenly rushed with duel baton wielding guard. He swung his batons with mad precision. But it mattered not as Fenrir disappeared as the guard swung his baton and only to hit air.
"Huglk!?" The purple blade cleanly cut through the prone's chest and armor. It did not pull out, it twisted to the side and cut his body in half. His mutilated body joined the others that now litter the ground.
Tatsu watched as his friend slew the final prone with and odd mix of fear and relief. It is utter massacre. The bodies of the pornes are cut into pieces. Their arms, heads, legs, their whole bodies are ripped apart. Not haphazardly like some unthinking beast. Every limb and slice of the body was a like a surgical cut form something that takes a sick joy into cutting apart its victims. Yet there was no smile on Fenrir's face.
Only a calm visage is shown. A relaxed face that seem to hint that Fenrir has done this type of carnage before.
The electricity of his overdrive continued to spark around him. The images in his mind flashed between the museum and back on Mira in Primordia. Pictures and moments in time he doesn't remember but just seem to fit right with him.
That time in China were he killed that old man.
Italy were he slaughter a group of solider veterans.
Taiwan where he slit the throats of that family.
A tiny whimper brought him out his thoughts.
Behind him Tatsu was trying to lift an wounded Lin on his tiny shoulders.
"Mmm-meh?" Tatsu himself was suddenly lifted up by Fenrir and placed on his shoulder.
He picked up Lin and held her under his arm while he put Elma on his back.
"I am sorry…" Even though he knows they can't hear him. He felt he should apologize. For this, and everything he has done and will do.
Making sure they both were comfortable, Fenrir told Tatsu briefly to "Hang on." Before dashing through the rainy night, his mind reeling.
"Damn it!" Irina cursed as she ran through the rain with Gwin towards the west gate.
While the rest of NLA is going through their normal nightly routines, Gwin and Irina both are pushing through the crowd in heavy desperation and fear.
"Elma's distress signal is coming from West Janpath Plain!" Gwin panted, his face deep with worry. "We can get there fast in a jeep."
He gave a weary glance to Irina. "She's never sent a distress signal before. Do you think-"
"Hell no!" She is quick to deny that claim, but believing it is another story. "I don't know what happened but-"
A sudden rush of wind caused them and everyone around them to stop in their tracks and guard themselves.
Fenrir was that gust. He has appeared out of thin air with Elma, Lin and Tatsu on his back.
"Colonel!"
"Fenrir! Lin!"
Gwin and Irina dashed towards them as Fenrir set them gently on the ground. His overdrive lightly scorching it. His clothes a tattered bloody mess of green and blue. On his back is Elma's blade, his pistol and one of Elma's guns. Tatsu rolled off him, dazed and dizzy form the speed Fenrir had ran.
"Take them to the Mim center…" He grumbled. Holding his head as it throbbed with random thoughts.
"Wait," Gwin asked, confused on what was happening. "Why are you overdrived? What ha-"
"NOW!" Fenrir's voice and body boomed as he roared at Gwin. His energy shocking his friend lightly as he demanded his him to move with glowing green eyes.
Gwin didn't need to be told twice.
"Help me out here!" He asked some of the other BLADEs around them to help take Lin and Elma to the Mim center.
"Ugh…" Fenrir groaned, shaking his head in mild pain.
"Hey! Wake up!"
Fenrir opened his eyes as peeked form his novel that laid flat on his face. Laying in his bed in one of his many hid outs in the American southwest, he looked at the large man form the Smithsonian who sighed when he noticed he finally woke up.
"You got a job." The man said with slight familiar humor in his voice.
Fenrir merely gazed at the man, until he lazily asking. "How much?"
"You have to kill the new Chinese ambassador and-"
"How much?" He growled under his book.
"Ten million as a down payment-"
"Forty million for both." He hopped off the bed and took his weapons off the wall. "I killed the last ambassador two goddamn years ago for eleven million. If that moron that leads the triads think I am going to kill another loser for less, I'll just slit his and anyone else that else's throat and steal his money myself." Fenrir growled as he placed on his cloak.
The other man sighed, "Just don't leave so much blood Xzavier."
"Whatever-"
"FENRIR!"
Green eyes snapped open to look into Irina's concerned greys.
"Cross…" He whispered in a dazed. "Xzavier Cross…."
"Who?" Irina asked, bemused by more than just recent events.
He stood up shaking his head clear. "I have to keep going."
"Keep-hold the heck on!" Irina jumped out in front of him to stop his advance. She glared heatedly up at him.
"You need to hit the mim center yourself! You can't stay overdrived for too long!"
He didn't seem to hear her as he vanished into the night.
Cursing, Irina ran towards one of the jeeps parked outside the gate. Jumping in the driver's seat, she revved up the engine.
"Irina!?" Gwin rushed up to her, listless but concerned.
"Make sure the Colonel and Lin are alright! I am going after Fenrir to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid!" She stepped on the gas as the jeep sped out into the distance as Gwin yelled.
"And who's going to stop you from doing anything stupid!?"
His only answer was the roar of the jeep as it drove out into wet plains of Primordia.
The purple blade cut the prone in half. The alien's screams echoed throughout the cave as Fenrir spun to block the mace of another prone, the electricity off his overdrive sparked. Bullets screamed at him from his left. He vanished in a flash to kick the prone in wall of gunfire. Letting the prone's comrade lacerate him while Fenrir shot the gun men with his pistol.
"Kill him!"
In a cave base in primordia, prones swarmed the overdrived BLADE who has foolishly invaded them suddenly. He did not falter with their high numbers. Every prone that came across him was slaughtered. The blade in his hand sliced through them with ease as he twirled it in his hands. The sword in his fingers is an instrument of blood. Every note he made took off a head. Cut open a throat. Slice apart a spine.
Fenrir is killing maestro.
"Ragh!"
A Prone brute rushed Fenrir down with his mace, only for a broken knife to slip into his stomach as he ducked low under his swing. He took out his gun and put a bullet right through the prone's chin. Spinning from under the dead body, he parried a knife with his own broken one. Stabbing his sowrd through his body and slicing upwards as the bullets and laser fire surged around him. Every shot is just wiping by the hairs on his skin.
A group of squealing armored Suids rushed at him with their spiked horns pointed right at him. Dashing in a small raging stamped.
His bloodlust did not waver.
He barreled through them spinning and hacking away at their tender flesh. As he passed each one, he slashed their throats. The alien swine that passed him fell to the dirt limp. Dead with their snouts in the dirt and their blood seeping out their sides.
The alpha of the group roared and dashed right at Xzavier with its horn poised to skewer him. It slobbered and bellowed in wild fury, yet the BLADE stood his ground. Fenrir stabbed his blade into the ground and grabbed the raging pig to stop his advance. The massive animal only pushed him back slightly, the force of a train slamming into him felt like being hit by a big dog.
"Syaaaah!" With a mighty yell, Xzavier lifted the alien beast up and crashed it back down to the ground. Stone flew in the air form the body slam and Fenrir brutally ripped off the metal horn off its head and rammed it in his head. Purple blood sprayed in the air as the beast died with a painful wail.
The rage in his eyes, the burning in those roaring green orbs that made contact with the remaining beasts caused them to squeal and run in the other direction. Disobeying their masters as they ran the other way in fear of whatever monster that has appeared on Mira tonight.
Gunfire still blazed as he stomped his the ground beside force lunching his sowrd up allowing him to kick it. Sending it flying into the crowd of Prone still marching to him, it sliced through two soldiers while he took out both of his pistol and started to fire back into the crowd. Firing with ruthless aim, ducking through their own shots and shooting right between the aliens' eyes.
Flipping over the back of one prone, Xzavier killed another with shot to the head and picked up his blade to slice through the face of another. A deadly ballet of bullets and steel streamed rolled through the Ganglion army like a wave.
The in raged BLADE, titled his head to the side to allow a red laser to zip right past him.
"Let the Puges handle him!" Yelled the commander of the Prones, as he sent out a small group of robotic killers to charge at Fenrir.
He charged them head on, avoiding the laser fire and meting the first purge with a quick clash of blades, and then severing of one it's arms. He thrusted the arm through the robot's core and turned it against its comrades. Using the other arm, he started firing it's blaster at other Purges. Shooting holes in them before tearing off that arm and lunched it at the head of the rampaging machines. Fenrir dashed through the robotic guards, slashing through their metal skin with ease. He evaded their blades arms, and deflected their laser fire.
He bounced off the chest of a puge to slice another in half. His bullets slew through head of another. He vanished from one point to the next, cutting through them with ghostly movements. The world suddenly shook. Fenrir flipped over a massive energy blast form two pulgiliths. They stomped, clanking their feet as they tried to pelt their speedy target.
Slicing another Purge, Fenrir ran towards the two the towering droids. He bounced between their towering steel legs as they tried to crush him under foot. Sliding under metal toes, he cut the sentry's main cannon under its stomach. As the big gun dropped into his hands, Fenrir used the last of its energy to blast a hole through its hull. Sparks and fire blew open through the top of the walking metal tank as it tipped over and crashed into the ground as the speedy BLADE dashed form under the crumbling robot.
"Rahh!"A red ball of energy soared through the sky, roaring down at Xzavier from the Qmoeva ganglion skell. The black alien mech fired a volley of cannon fire at the disappearing and reappearing form of Fenrir as he sidestepped and dodge the gun fire form the Skell's pincers. The commander of the base and of the skell bellowed in frustration at the lone warrior decimating his whole team. Yet even with both him and the pulgiliths firing at him, Fenrir danced through their gun fire while giving off shots of his own.
Using the towering tank as a stool, Fenrir jumped off the smaller head of pulgiliths. Slashing back the rapid fire of bullets, he flew up towards the skell with his blades poised to strike. His blade clashed with the pincers as they snapped at him, flipping over one and running up its arm. The other pincer aimed its gun at him, charging its gun to fire off another shot point blanket at the menace in his base.
The explosion rocked the cave ceiling. The ganglion skell fell to the ground in a flaming blaze. Crashing into the tank. Making a bigger explosion of fire and metal. The Prone shielded themselves form the debris. The fire roared with the explosion.
The intruder was crushed between the two machines, not being able to escape such a blast. The ganglion soldiers gave a sigh of relief at that. The man had come in out of nowhere and starting depleting their numbers too fast for them to catch up. Nothing they did seemed to stop him.
While they did lose their captain in the process, at least-
A clanking sound echoed off the stone walls. A foot, perched up on a broken piece of the skell. The figure standing on it made their blood run cold.
He watched them.
These fearful fools who dare stand against him.
The so called brave men of the U.S Marines shivered and shook at the sight of him walking out the crashed plane.
A few dropped their guns. Others shameful babbled out ridiculous words out fear.
"Devil."
"Demon."
"The Black Hand of Satan."
Satan?
He chuckled.
Yes….
"Heh heh heh…"
He is not this fool named Fenrir!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Or some no name called Xzavier Cross!
"KY HA HA HA HA HA! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
He is The Black Hand of Satan!
And fools in his way like these just need to die!
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" The monster leaped off the metal plate and decapitated the Vix with an overzealous smile. He hand bust through the chest of another Prone as he tried to smash him with his hammer. The prone screamed as his chest bleed open yet was quickly silenced when a bullet pierced his skull.
Die!
He broke a neck.
Die!
He severed a limb.
Die!
He ripped out a heart.
Prone after prone fell to maniacal killer. Their gurgling yells are a symphony to his ears. The snapping of their bones made a joyful shiver crawl down his spine. His smile grew as more mutilated bodies, more limbs and blood, more lives are sacrificed to his will.
"Kyahahahahaha!" He laughed as their green blood sprayed out of their bodies. Their faces twisted in pain as the horror of death drop on them.
Ah….
The sheer joy of it all…
"Fenrir!"
Ah ha!
Another life to put to the blade!
He swung his sowrd in ravaging bloodlust. Thirsty for the head of the person who is foolish enough to-
"Xzavier."
His sword stopped short.
The fifthteen year old girl smiled at him in rather cocky manner. The air of confidence naturally rolled off of her like she own the concept of arrogance. But there is this gentleness under that powerful gaze. It could be her gentle visage. The beach tanned skin lightly dusted with freckles giving her an even more youthful look beyond her age. Even if those sharp hazel eyes, mostly form her Asian descent, showed an intelligence, a cunning and a cruelty far from the mind of the average fifthteen year old girl. Is it how her short cut raven hair, with part of it dyed a flaming red, frames her face in rough boyish way yet still can make her look like an innocent school girl. The sweetness that she only shows him. She smooth touch of her fingers.
Or is the how she says his name with those smooth lips.
"F-Fenrir?"
Green eyes snapped open and shut as they stared into the stunned slivers of Irina's pupils.
Her hand was on her handgun. Hovering over it as she looked down at the sharp blade at her throat. She didn't even get a chance to put a finger on her gun before the sowrd stop just short of drawing blood.
"Irina?" Fenrir shook his head, trying to recognize the women before him.
He caught the destruction he had caused. The fires from the mechs still burned along with all the dead prones he has slain.
"Damn…" He cursed, putting his weapons away. "I went too far…."
No. He didn't go too far.
This is just was he does.
What he has always done.
Irina let out a shaky breath of relief. She had finally caught with him when he was knee deep in the massacre. For the few months she has known Fenrir, she has never seen him so…happy.
It frightened her.
"Fenrir." But she can't let that stop her. His teammate, her colonel's subordinate, is in trouble and he needs help. "You need to deactivate that overdrive and comeback to NLA."
She looked at the bloodbath. As much as she hates the Ganglion, this type of murder made her sick.
"We can find the ones who attacked Lin and Elma when you're fully repaired."
He shook his head, "I can't. Not yet."
He turned to walk towards the entrance of the cave, however he stumbled as his head started to throb in pain.
"Hey!" Irina rushed to keep him steady. "Come on you care barely stand!"
But he didn't hear her. "I…have to keep going…to..."
"Cairo."
The seventy fourth United States president said calmly with the knife to his trachea. His security team has the assailant, Satan's Black Hand, surround with guns. But he didn't appear phased as he pushed the blade to the fifty two year Indian old man.
"That's where the terrorists head group is station. We would send a team out there to take them out but the camp is too fortified and there are too many civilians at risk."
"You know the same terrorist are offering me thirty two billion to take your head to finally kick off World War Three." He says off handedly, pushing the blade closer too-
"One hundred billion. As a down payment."
"Hmph." The shadow chuckled. "You Americans have always been big spenders."
He removed the knife and disappeared into the shadows.
"I'll send the heads of Hu Amon and his family in a weeks' time. And keep the second payment. I don't need to kill another U.S president because he couldn't pay me."
"Cairo…" Xzavier mumbled under his breath as images of a crumbling mansion and headless family of a farther, two sons, a daughter and mother came to mind.
"What?" Irina asked utterly confused.
Fenrir shook her and his thoughts off. He stood up then vanished before Irina could even move.
"Hey! Crap!" She ran back outside in the rain to her jeep and drove. Fallowing the blurring image as it bounced form rock to rock towards Seaswept base.
Gwin leaned against the wall in the mim recovery hall. Watching over Lin and Elma as their mim's healed.
"Damnit Irina…"And watching his comm device as he still could not get into contact with his lieutenant.
"Evans!"
Gwin jumped and turned to his left to see Vanham and Nagi storm down the hall.
"C-commander!?"
"What the hell happened out there!?" Vanham bellowed in rage. "I sent them on simple rescue mission, and then I hear about Lin and Elma coming in half dead!?"
Nagi gave a quick look around. "And where is lieutenant Fenrir?"
"Yeah! Where in all of Mira is that moron!? He should be here tell me what the blazes is going on! Along with Akulov!"
Gwin swallowed hard at the questions thrown his way. "I-I am just as lost at you are commander."
He rubbed the back of his head trying to make sense of the past forty minutes. "Me and Iir-er lieutenant Akulov, got a distress single form Elma nearly fifty minutes ago. Before we could head out, Fenrir burst through the East gate, overdrived and carrying-"
"Wait." Nagi stopped him. "Are you saying Fenrir was overdrived when he got back?"
Gwin blinked at the question. "Uh yeah. He even stayed overdrived when he left-ah!?"
"How long!?" Vanham slammed his large hand on the wall behind Gwin. Demanding an answer.
"Wha-"
"How long was Fenrir overdrived!?"
"I-I don't know! Maybe thirty minutes, almost an hour before he left!"
Nagi and Vanham exchanged ghostly pale looks far beyond what their Mims should show.
"Akulov!"
Irina cursed as her comm device suddenly went live with Commander Vanham's voice as she burned through Primordia's planes, hot on Fenrir's trail.
She picked up the line with a snarl, "Commander I-"
"Are you in pursuit of Fenrir!?"
Irina cocked an eyebrow. "Yes."
"Akulov. You either get him to shut down his overdrive, or you put a bullet through his head you hear me?"
The jeep screeched to a halt. Nearly breaking her neck as her car came to a sudden stop as she yelled in disbelief.
"What!?"
Nagi took the comm link next. His voice more calm, but equally as desperate.
"Listen Irina. There is a reason mims have an automatic shut if someone stays overdrived for longer than an hour." Explained the secretary. "While there are some people who can over that limit, their bodies will shut down and be put in a coma for who knows how long. But, and while it has yet to be documented officially, if anyone is to hit the three hour mark, their mims with overload and combust."
"And we're not talkin' about some cute head popping off stuff!" Vanham took control of the comm. "We're talkin' about a full nuclear blast of the damn Fat Boy with twice the explosive force!"
"Fenrir's going to put a crater the size of New Hampshire in Mira if he doesn't shut down in two hours!"
Irina stayed silent. The pumping of her artificial blood, the heavy pelting of rain, the humming of her jeep's engine. None of it is as loud as the weight that suddenly dropped on her shoulders.
"I-" Irina tried to find the words, but all of them became caught up in her throat.
Nagi took the reins. His voice cold as ice, and blunter then a steel bat. "Look. We can't have such an event happen on Mira. We don't know what effects it will have on the planet. If you can't get Fenrir to shut down, you're going to have to terminate him. If you aim just above the temple it should shut him down without fulling damaging his consciousness or his mim beyond repair."
The steeliness in Nagi's eyes, the freeze cold look of man ready to face his choices couldn't help her own wavering resolve.
"That's an order, Akulov."
Irina didn't look at her device. Just like she can't imagine the look on Elma's face. The tears in Lin's eyes. And the guilt in her heart.
Steeling herself for her new mission, she revved the jeeps engine. Her guns feeling a lot heavier on her back as she drove faster to catch up with Fenrir.
"Yes sir."
Even though she spoke through gritted teeth of regret. Irina is ready to face the reaper.