Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the Borderlands series or Monster Musume
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'Well let's see here, what do we got?'
Axton started scanning the area for anyone who'd have the potential information he needed to understand where he was. If you're curious as to why he could've just picked the closest person that was near him, then the answer is somewhat simple.
You see, people these days wouldn't always respond to anyone who they didn't know.
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"Stranger danger."
"Zip it."
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Since the Dahl corporations abandonment of Pandora and deserting their own workforce for dead, civilian life changed sporadically as the bandit savages spread throughout the planet. From campsites of the frontier to the cities of opportunities, bandits would purge them from society and turn them into their own private playground of absolute carnage.
But after discovering that the military corporations such as Atlas started hiring Crimson Lance as backup muscle and security for the saner populace, the hostile takeovers were then brought to a halt. Since the state of the art defenses prevented them from getting anywhere within a 2 mile radius, some of the more "experienced" criminals amongst the bandits formed one of the greatest things ever discovered since pornogra-er-the middle finger...they were able to hatch an actual plan.
Bandits would disguise themselves as regular people and sneak inside the heavily defended fortresses and spread out to cover more ground, once the time is right, they all break out of their disguises and unleashed hell from the inside. Later on, the survivors would spread the word on how bandits would infuriate the cities, and the results ended with everyone giving each other the occasional silent treatments or the traditional 'Fuck off.'
Everyone was so over the edge of possibly being killed or being used by bandits, that it made everyone very skeptic to one another. Never knowing who would be the one that'll stab you when your back is turned, then again it wouldn't really matter because he will probably just keep stabbing you wherever that looked like it needed it, well to the guy stabbing you at least.
Since then, gathering info from people was just as hard as finding new rare items throughout the surface of Pandora. Unless you threaten them to tell you, you'll end up empty handed. But since doing so would make you look bad, it didn't seem to be worth it. At least for someone who can be full of himself.
But we're getting off topic.
So instead of asking, the soldier proceeded to scan through every bystander that was within his field of vision. By doing so, Axton hoped to find someone who'd normally stand out of the crowd, mostly due to his experience of convenience of unknown origins.
Like finding an objective with the echo waypoint icon attached to it.
The first person he spotted had the attire of an average business man, well the boring ones anyways.
'Hmm...nope.'
Next he spotted a man that looked to be one of those phrat boys you'd see in college. Course those tend to be a huge pain in the ass.
'I doubt he'd be worth a bullet.'
The soldier then spotted another individual, but this time he noticed that he was accompanied by a young lady. Axton could tell just by looking at them, he could tell they were a couple, especially when he saw that they were holding hands and giving each other smiles which said "Take me to bed honey!"
But to Axton, all it said was that they had something going on. Somthing he wasn't able to accomplish with Sarah. After shoving the thought out the back of his head, he pressed on.
'Wonder if he'll use protection? Eh probably not.'
Looking ahead he spots a man wearing a yellow athletic jersey along with a pair of black shorts that are both made of the same light fabric that's meant to reduce sweating.
'I'm gonna go out of limb and say that he's more on the gay side.'
As the man ran passed him, his eyes locked on with the soldiers and for a split second, Axton could've sworn from making a side glance, he saw the athlete wink at him with a creepy ass smile. And he knew for a fact on what that look meant.
'Ugh...guh...gonna throw up...gotta look at something else fast.'
*Crashing/Tumbling noises*
It wasn't long after his desperate need for a distraction that he picked up a loud noise that caught his attention. 'The hell was that?'
He looked over to where he thought the noise came from and found that it was coming from an alley way that echoed from across the street. Apparently, and coincidentally, he was the only person around the block.
"Wasn't there a whole shit load of people around me just a minute ago?"
As if on cue, the robotic shield answered,"Sir, while you were busy performing reconnaissance, I've been able to synchronize with this locations time frame. And based on the coordinates of the sun, I would assume that it is currently 7:47pm. I've also scanned through my "Human Behavior" profile out of my "How to hunt humans 101" Database, and discovered that most human workers normally return to their natural habitats to hibernate and recharge their primary motor functions around 7:00pm."
Of course for something that's highly advanced, it would be easy to acquire such information at such a short time, let alone figuring out the exact time at an undisclosed location.
Score 273,931 for the Loader Bot.
"Ya well if anything; it's probably a good thing, that way I don't have worry about civilians getting caught in the crossfire."
"But sir, why would there be crossfire if there hasn't been any signs of murderous and carnivorous pleasure?" The bot asked in confusion.
Even though he was designed to annihilate targets with extreme prejudice, and was able to redirect his own directives into helping the ex-Dahl commando, he still lacked the ability to understand human reasoning behind human behaviors. Well more specifically Axton's sense of unpredictable knowledge.
"Oh come on, seriously? Dark ally, loud mysterious noises, no witnesses, a guy who's creeped out but dumb enough to look at what's there and winds up dead-"
"My security lockdown failsafe would allow me to record your imminent demise and remain in stasis mode until recovery and spread your legacy to others." Coalton advised towards the third listed detail of Axton's explanation.
At this point, the soldier couldn't care less about that; it would be a cold day in hell if he were to die in some clichéd fashion. He was at least hoping for a classic death like dying in kickass firefight or die in a huge explosion so awesome that the TORGUE Corporation would honor it as a sign of God's Badassery and turn it into a religion.
"Doesn't matter, my point is, these are all the signs of something you'd see in a horror movie. Either that or scenes from a reality crime show." Axton said with a tone of acknowledgement... towards himself.
"Besides, we're getting nowhere with gathering Intel so maybe we'll find something in that suspicious looking alley."
"Your complete lack of cautionary procedures is unparalleled, sir." Coalton replied, being completely unamused.
Before anything else was said, another loud noise was heard, this time it sounded like there were more collateral crashes that came from something like falling trashcans.
*More Crashing Noises*
Instead of pointlessly conversing with one another, now was the time to take action and hopefully find some along the way. Key word being 'hopefully.'
[Axton's P.O.V]
After hearing more of that awful "drum solo", I figured now was a better time as any to check what's going on. Besides, anything to distract me from what happened back at the sidewalk would defiantly help. Luckily, because I'm so "heroic" and "committed" to helping people I thought I'd start by investigating the mysteriously dark and questionable alley.
Did I forget to mention that I felt like killing something, because this may be my chance. Thank you curiosity.
"Curiosity which killed the cat."
'Fuck you Coalton.'
Okay so back on track, I just started to walk through the entrance and-shit it's dark as a Rakk Hives anus in here; sure glad it doesn't smell like one...ergh.
Moving on. First order of business, find a light, luckily I came prepared or in this case, Coalton came prepared.
"Hey Coalton, mind giving me some light?"
"No problamo."
*Click*
Okay, now that I'm able to see, things should be smooth sailing from here on out. Though I'm hoping to see some godamn action cause my trigger finger has been itching to start pulling something. Course when it came women they usually pull a fit but for guys, they'd probably just get sucked into the couch and blow their fuckin asses off through diabetes.
Wow, can't believe I actually used that word. Must be getting smarter.
"My neural mentality scanner reads that your claim is proved to be false sir."
"Ah bite me."
"I can't, this unit does not bite."
*sigh* whatever, back to the matter at hand, I started searching through the alley and already found out that it ran much deeper than expected.
Hell I even came across a split in the alley and saw that it splits into three other paths. I wasn't even sure if this is some kind of maze or that the guys who built this place had nothing better to do and 'went to town' on this bitch.
Get it? Because... it's in a...town.
"Playing recording *Boo! You suck! Get theFuckoff the stage! Myblow jobsare more entertaining, and I don't have a fucking mouth! Wait what?* end recording," Coalton said."Also,Ibelieve we are in a city, not a town, sir."
*Sigh*
Over the time that I've been walking, everything just looked exactly the same, walls here ground there nothing but the same shit all over the place, and since I still hadn't been able to find anything, I figured that the noise was caused by some cat or dog eating out of a trashcan and decided to head back. Bummer, I was seriously hoping for something awesome to happen, or maybe at least anything worth checking out.
But when I started heading back to where I came from, I started to hear noises.
Actually it almost sounded like some kind tapping sound, but judging from the volume and sound effects, I'd say that they're footsteps. Having tactical experience of identifying sounds of any incoming hostiles can help with ambushes and knowing when an enemy is coming towards your position.
'Funny, never thought I'd start using that kind of shit ever again.' I thought to myself.
I shook my head once when I noticed that the steps were getting closer to my position, in fact, I can also hear more footsteps coming this way, but they sounded more like thumps rather than taps. Probably people wearing boots of some kind.
"Sir, be advised, unknown heat signatures detected, proceed with caution." Coalton called out.
"Well whatever it is, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I stepped in to say hello."
And by hello, I mean Ka-Blame! Then again, that always end up the same way I always do things. Wait. Maybe chat a bit. Shoot. Leave. End of story, lame.
At the very least, I might as well get a bit creative, maybe work on a kickass intro and present myself in a sweet ass fashion.
All I have to do is look for a good place to hide, I looked around and found a big trash bin the size of a small runner technical and ran towards it in order to hide behind it-
*Squish*Slip*Crash!*
"Uuugggghhhhh...I said behind the damn thing notin the fucking thing!"
Godamn banana peel. Ah, it smells like someone died and gave birth to cancer on a dead rat.
[Normal P.O.V]
Somewhere deep within the dark alley, several footsteps could be heard and judging by the amount taps and thumps that he can hear, he figured that there were at least five or six people running to his position.
Well, they're probably just gonna run right past him and his makeshift hideout and not give a damn but you know what I mean.
So when the sound started getting closer, the soldier started hearing what he believed to be breathing, heavy breathing, and it sounded like that whoever it was that's doing it was getting tired.
Before the sounds could come any closer, he heard someone made a quick 'eep' sound and could make out the sound of a struggle below from where he was hiding. He popped a sneak peek from the lid of the trash bin to see what happened.
From there, Axton spotted someone lying on the ground, all while panting heavily and trying to catch a quick breather. He couldn't see much because it was too damn dark to tell who the person looks like.
Though in all honesty, he figured that whoever was lying in front him would be a guy, because...well, not many women would ever be coming outdoors late in the afternoon, because like he said, they never leave their homes until it was safe.
But it never is on Pandora.
It wasn't long until several more figures came to the scene and started surrounding the downed figure. Whoever it was that was down there, Axton sure didn't like his chances. But all that was pushed aside when he heard one of the other guys started talking.
"Ah, anata ga watashitachi kara sukoshi bagu-"
...Or perhaps chanting some freaky ritual while completely stoned on steroids.
"Guh...great, more religious Rakk sags, just my luck."
Usually whenever people *mostly bandits* started creating their own religions, they'd miraculously become more sufficient at finding more ways to kill people. And to save a little bit of time, that's pretty much what all their religions are about...just new ways to kill and murder.
Oh, they're also annoying as hell, plus they never stop 'preaching' their asses off even while fighting until they're dead. And they can be pretty stubborn too trust me.
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"Uncle?"
"Yes?"
"That sounded like one of those sex things you and often joke about."
"Huh? Why's that?"
"Well because you said it yourself that you were a 'nudist priest' so I thought-"
"Awawawa! I'm just gonna stop you right there and continue on with the story!"
"But I didn't-"
"I HAVE SPOKEN!"
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As Axton tried to translate of whatever the men were saying, one of them started walking up to the downed figure, brought his right leg up behind him, and delivered a serious kick towards the defenseless figures stomach. Right as the foot made the connection, the sound of something being pounded along with a small squishing sound could be heard.
It didn't take a genius to know that the kick did some major damage, because after the attackers' foot left his stomach, the victim started coughing and was desperately trying to catch his breath.
But instead, another man decided to join in, and began slamming his left foot onto the victims head. Both of them forcibly trying there hardest to make the force of their attacks much harder and inflict more pain to the one beneath them. Looking at the rest, the other two guys started kicking the defenseless runner by the back and legs, almost like they thought that if they can hit hard enough, they'd cripple their victim.
Course I don't think that's how it'll work but can't hurt to try right...moving on.
However, the fifth member of the whole gang stood there and kept on speaking in the same kind of language Axton kept trying to make out, but as he did so the member reached for his ass and pulled out a small device.
'What is that, some kind echo device or something? Oh wait that's a phone.'
Once the man's phone was out he started fiddling around with it trying to set something up, the result made the front flat side of the phone shed light down at the victim. Though it looked like he wasn't going for that function since the look of irritation could be seen on his face when looking at the phone.
While the light was still on the downed figure, Axton could now get a better look at who the others were beating the shit out of.
But looking at the victim now caused Axton's eyes to widen at the sight. The person the gang are beating up wasn't a man.
It was a woman.
From what the soldier could make out was that the female had long ruffled-up purple hair, the clothes she had were blocked by some kind of old trench coat, which also covered most her body.
Key word beingmost.
Apparently, the coat she was wearing failed to seal up a small portion of her upper chest area revealing a small amount of her breasts, and-damnit now Axton's having weird thoughts!
*SHOCK!*
"My apologies commander, but my profanity censoring protocol has mysteriously and coincidently been activated."
'For the r-record, I was only thinking about t-t-ta-taking her to d-di-dinner you fu-uck!' The shock wave Coalton produced to Axton's mind made him a bit out of whack sort of speak.
Suddenly, the man who was toying with the phone approached and squatted down in front of the lady and started pulling on her hair. Raising her head right up to his.
As he did this, Axton noticed that the asshole pulled out a small pocket knife and brought it to the women's throat.
The action alarmed him. He knew what was going to happen, but he still remained hidden so he wouldn't get caught and ruin his entrance.
For whatever reason he could've just done it now I'll never know.
'Don't you fuckin dare.'
Slowly but surely, the blade was being pressed on the women's neck and a small stream of blood started flowing down her neck. At that point, Axtons blood began to boil, his mood switched from irritation to mass murdering anger. And that's when, with a very close eye, a small trail of tears could be seen flowing out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
And that right there did not sit well with Axton.
The soldier unconsciously, popped himself out of his hiding spot and the lid of the bin to slam shut, causing a loud noise to erupt.
"Hm?" The man who looked like was about to slice open the women's windpipe, turned around behind him.
In front of him, looked to be some kind hobo with clothes made of old rags being stitched together and an old pair of jeans. He also noticed that on the left side of his lower leg had a sheet of metal attached to it, he figured it was probably to fill a ripped gap that may have been missing from the guys pants.
Overall, he looked liked he came straight out of a dumpster.
"Heh? Omae wa ittai dareda?" Asked the knife wielder.
At first, the idiot in front of him didn't respond, and after a few seconds, he started getting irritated.
"Oi! Watashi wa anata no shitsumon o!"
...still nothing.
After making a small 'tch' he nudged his head towards the guy to his men as a gesture to put the hobo down. As the men became focused on the one who interfered with their fun, the women's curiosity got the better of her and looked up to see what was going on.
Axton took the time to assess the situation, it wasn't much but he assumed that if they knew he was here for the women, they'd use her as a hostage.
So what is an ex-tactical soldier of a militarized weapons company to do?
Simple. He re-digitized his Jacobs "Trick-Shot Iron" pistol and without as much as a warning, he quickly shot 8 rounds out of his weapon. Each round making contact with each of the knife wielders men.
More specifically, their knee caps. Causing a surge of insurmountable pain to flow through their entire bodies. Followed by a poorly synchronized orchestra of non manly screams of pure agony.
Some people just can't take a hit.
"Alright, here's the deal." Axton started off as he walked towards the shocked duo that haven't been shot and was gesturing towards the man mentally being labeled as RandomAsshole#1.
"You and your 'pals' can just head on out and leave me here with the pretty lady."
As he said this, he was just a mere five feet away from the two witnesses, while ignoring the others painfully wailing like a bunch of infant bitches.
But that didn't deteriate his uncharacteristic glare being forced upon the man harming the chick.
"Or you can stay and I'd get to graffiti the walls with your blood spraying out of your neck after I slice it open."
*Silence*
'Think I've should've just cut one his men's heads off and forcibly use it to give him blowjobs?'
"How about de-boning his entire skeletal structure and re-engineer them into standard ammunition? That would be most beneficial." Suggested the robotic shield.
Before answering the loaders question, the last thug suddenly sprung up and lunged straight to Axton with the knife in hand.
*Ksh*
However instead of cutting through flesh like he thought he would, the knife somehow bounced in the opposite direction, himself included. Falling down flat on his ass.
The soldier on the other hand was not amused. "Wow, and here I mistook you for a threat." The attack didn't even faze him, even with guys' body weight; it was like there was hardly any force put onto it at all. Hell even the status of his shields were reading only 1% of his shields were depleted.
Weak.
That said, the fallen offender decided to do the only other thing he could think of.
He quickly got back on his feet, grabbed the women from the ground, and held her on tightly as he forcefully made himself a human meat shield. Followed by a sadistic grin on his face, thinking with her, he wouldn't take any bullets and then on his next strike he would definitely hit him.
Too bad it wouldn't work.
"Okay now that right there is going too far." Axton said irritably. Using civilians as human shields is one thing but using a *possibly* hot chick with innocence is a Dick Move.
And that move in particular pissed him off to a very "certain" degree. Unfortunately, he couldn't risk giving the women any severe trauma for witnessing what he was about to do, so he had to make sure to reduce as much mental damage for her as possible.
"You." Pointing towards the female shield. "Close your eyes."
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"Commander?"
"Yeah?"
"Idon'tthinksheunderstandswhatyou'resaying. In fact,Idon'tthink anyone here understands you."
"Really? How can you tell?"
"Thelooks on their faceswheneveryou talk to them shows a mass amount of confusion."
"Also, through the amount of information thatI'vegathered scanning the environment throughout our ventures across the city, it would seem that the natives are not accustomed to your language."
"So what am I suppose to do to talk them, well more specifically her?" He asked looking at the women again.
"MayIsuggest charades?"
Considering how dumb the idea was, he recalled that some, if not, most of his own ideas were practically outrageous and completely ridiculous. At least to some standards to which I do not know.
Deciding that he might as well try and communicate, he tried it out. "Hey." He pointed straight to her face to get her full attention. He brought his left hand to the front to his face and gestured it in a closing manner, "close." Next he pointed back to her, signifying that he's wants her to do something, "your." He then pulled his hand close to his face, pointing to what he uses to spot bad guys, "eyes."
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Instead of doing what he was trying to 'say,' the women just stared at him, confusion evident all over her face. Same went with the guy using her as a feminine human shield. And oddly enough, so did the whimpering goons that were wailing all across the concrete, yet now they're just looking at him like as if he was stupid.
And that there means ALOT coming from them, even if they didn't know how dumb they really are.
Sensing the idea that nobody understood him, he decided to just shoot the fucker, "Fuck it."
Pointing his pistol directly at the man's unprotected head, he squeezed the trigger knowing the bullet will hit its mark.
*Click*
"Huh?"
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
"Reload-"
"Ya ya I got it!" He reached in beside his...uh...side pocket and pulled out a speed re-loader (Not a Loader Bot name) and with a smooth motion, he quickly reloaded the "Trick Shot Iron" and pointed her (Guns are people too) back at the man's head again and pulled the trigger.
*Phrrrrrrrrr!*
"...da fuck?"
But instead of a bullet like he was expecting, the weapon fired a small stream of...confetti.
"Congratulations, you have discovered my hidden C31-EB-R47N (Celebration) rounds."
Ignoring his robotic companion, he continued firing his weapon in order to kill guy in front of him, but now it was more to kill the increasing amount of embarrassment he was feeling right now.
*Phr!*Phr!*Phr!*Phr!*Phr!*Phr!*
Now that the proclaimed 'savior' was making a complete ass of himself, the man holding the women and surprisingly, the wounded men started pointing and laughing at the retarded soldier.
But the real shocker was that the women, even when being held against her will, was slightly giggling at the sight of the soldiers' antics of rapidly shaking his pistol around in hopes of finding an actual bullet inside.
Okay now this is just sad.
In the mist of all the laughter, the guy holding the women couldn't help but point and mock the stupid shooter, "Dono yona aho!"
For some reason, Axton eye twitches at the gesture. Somehow, he managed to deduce that he was being made fun of.
As if that hasn't happened before.
"I don't even know what you just said, but I'm gonna assume it was insulting!" Now the lethal party shooter is mad. "Hey why don't you come over here and say it to my face, you know, so I can hear you bett-" it wasn't until he remembered that nobody there would understand what he's saying, which would also include his sarcastic request to listen closely in order to beat the ever living Slag out of him.
"On second thought just wait right there, I got something special in mind for you." He whispered the last part when a sickly small grin appeared on his face.
Walking straight towards the two, he slowly reached the lower right side of his thigh, pulling out his signature close combat weapon. His old personal tomahawk.
As he approached the unsuspecting 'joker,' who was laughing his ass off like no tomorrow, he smoothly pulled the women away from her captor and set her besides him.
And with the flick of a wrist-
*Stab*Stab*Stab*
-or arm, Axton delivered 3 successful swings of his tomahawk, each were being aimed at a single area of the targets chest. His last strike ended with him leaving the tomahawk embedded in the ma-you know what screw it I'm going call the random guy R.A.O.
R.A.O
(You get the idea)
(Featuring his band of Goonies!)
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"Wait. Why call him that?"
"Because RandomAsshole#1 is too long to pronounce. Besides, it gives a bit more identity for the character."
"Even when he's about die?"
"Well that hasn't been 'entirely' confirmed...yet."
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The sound of flesh being torn apart echoed throughout the alley, each time the weapon penetrated R.A.O's thin leather coat, and possibly an undershirt, the blade edge of the weapon would cut its way deeper into the victims chest. Thing is, the strikes were aimed at a specific area of R.A.O's chest.
The area where his lungs were located.
But since Axton wasn't an expert on the medical field, he knew his target wouldn't last long after finishing. Blood was already splurging out of his mouth like a damn waterfall and is now in a coughing fit.
Not wanting to miss his chance, the ragged commando reached for the knife wielders throat and slowly applied pressure to make sure he was giving his victim no room to breathe or cough out the blood that was already choking him.
"Commander, be advised your course of actions is to beconsidered'rash and 'concerning' towards the local populace."
"Sorry can't hear you; I'm too busy being aggressively violent right now."
And that my friends is where we left off sometime from the last chapter.
"Oh shit almost forgot." He looked back at the women he previously freed. "Uh, do you mind if you uh..." Axton started doing more charades to tell her to close her eyes and possibly cover her ears. Surprisingly, she was able to understand him in his first try.
"Perfect! Now where were we?"
[Sometime later, Unknown P.O.V]
This seriously couldn't have happen at a worse time than it already has.
First, the agency discovered that a group of monster radicals started causing trouble in city. Apparently we don't know much about them considering that the information that has been gathered were all made from rumors and short surveillance footages of some shady activity near the alleys and the board has reported that some people have gone missing that were last seen near the areas. And the worst part is that the people that are missing are all female monster girls.
We even covered some rumors of how late at night; people could hear the screaming of victims who've died in the streets from down the alleyways, coming from the same alleyways those security cameras would spot unknown activity.
As far as I know, it may have been a bunch of homeless human civilians getting comfortable in the alleys to take shelter or to the best of their ability at least. But, because of the Interspecies Exchange Bill, and the relationship between human and laminals have yet to flourish, we need to cover up any bad examples between the humans and laminals, or the very least put a stop to them. Since then, the whole agency has been taking serious precautions towards situations like these, because you'll never know if the problem would revolve on disturbing the peace between species. All of which gives me more work that I end up having to file!
This now brings me to my second point as to why this was bad timing.
One of the agents that were stationed here in the city along with me has uncovered some information about a group of men who've been sneaking around in the city at night, and taking along of what they thought to be large crates of some kind and guiding them though out the alleyways. And according to the coordinates of where the witness have spotted this, was near a local district that has been recently labeled as a more hostile environment, specifically meaning that the law doesn't stretch has far as should to reach in that area of the city since the most of the authorities now a days are focusing more on developing spots for laminals the more friendlier regions of the city. The process takes more time seeing we had to find suitable homes for them and making background checks on each of the families that a monster would be sent to.
And that takes a shit load of paperwork to deal with already!
And now I get a call from the agency saying that a few civilians have heard gunshots down near the hostile district of where security kept seeing strange activities. They also said that the heard load screams of agony, ones that came right as the gunshots were heard. I'm not sure if it's a coincidence or not that this all happened in the same area we're investigating the disappearance of the missing monsters.
After arriving in one the alleyways, we split the security units into squads of ten and there were about thirty of us including myself that have been deployed.
After a while of searching, two of the squads have discovered a makeshift fort made of junk leading to an opening out of the alley. After one of the squads scouted the area, they found cages left out in the open containing the missing monster girls, and what's worse, they reported in that most of them were severely injured, probably due to torture or mass abuse.
Later after they set all the girls free, one of them informed that one of their own managed to escape and went to find help. Some of the men, who we've confirmed to be the group of radicals we've been searching for, went after her and haven't heard from them since.
So now my squad and I are racing against the clock to find the last missing monster girl. We were lucky that a hidden surveillance camera was built in the area had managed to capture a scene where a group of men were chasing a lone figure deeper in one of the alleyways. Otherwise we wouldn't know where to start.
"Smith, uh - we've... found the objective... but... you may want to see this."
I listen in the radio communication from one if the squad mates, but I could already sense that there was something off about his voice. The units that were picked to handle security for monsters were highly trained both physically and mentally for any situations that may occur within the city.
But his voice sounded...off...it was almost as if he was in some kind of trance. But one that you would when you've witnessed something that could possibly scar you for life, I've seen that happen before, but I'd rather not think about again, not right now.
"All units come in; this is 'Whisky Foxtrot,' I've got several heavily wounded men here that needs serious medical attention!"
That doesn't sound good.
"This is Smith. My men and I are on route to your position, what's the status? Have any you sustained any casualties?" God I hope not.
"Negative. All of my men are fine, we've tracked down the group of men who we confirmed to be the radicals and found them and...well...*Cough*..."
I don't like the sound of that. "Whiskey Foxtrot, come in. What happened?"
We rounded the corner and ran straight towards the group of officers. And I'm not gonna lie, what we found was...well...alittle disturbing. In front of me, was a bunch of bodies lying on the ground, but the officers who're attending to them are blocking my view to get a better visual. And judging from the amount of blood staining all over the place is any indication, I'd say whatever happened here wasn't good.
Reluctantly, I forced myself into asking, "What happened here?"
"Sir, Whiskey Foxtrot, my men and I found these guys all mutilated and yet they're miraculously kept alive."
"Explain."
"Well, we conducted that these four here are goons while that one over there is their leader." He pointed to each man identifying who they were and moved on. "The goons have sustained heavy gunshot wounds to all their kneecaps, each precisely breaking their patella. We also discovered that some of them have pieces of garbage that was taken from that trash bin there and shoved inside some the wounds they've taken."
Wait what?
"One of them had both of his arms cut open and was stuffed with rotten food causing serious infections. Another had both of his hands chopped off and replaced with shards of wood with oven mittens over them."
"And that one over there." He pointed towards the one who apparently has a paper bag over his head. Now that I get a good look at him, there's something written on the front side where the face would be. It reads "Kick Me!"
"Poor sap ended getting his head repeatedly bashed in from what we believed to be a blunt but heavy weapon. My bets are on a metal bat."
Well at least someone's trying to brighten the mood. "Why leave the bag over head?"
"Trust me. You do not want to see what's under that bag. Two of my men already saw the guys face and winded up filling an entire trashcan with barf. Each." If I didn't know any better, it would seem that he's actually enjoying this.
"Next we have a guy with broken left leg."
Alright that doesn't sound too bad. Still, causing harm to an innocent laminal deserves punishment. Probably could've at least been given more-
"But after one of our medics took a closer look at it, we found that every single bone in his left leg has been severely damaged some probably beyond repair."
Never mind. Wait. That's only 4 of them, what about the last one?
"And what about the leader? If I may ask."
The trooper who's now known as Whiskey Foxtrot, looked a bit hesitant, but then after a few seconds he responded, "Well, overall the guys who're injured, this guy had it the worst."
Before he could explain any further, I heard someone yelling coming from the side from where I was standing. When turned around to see who it was, I found that it was another of one the radicals, my best guess is that he's the ring leader to this whole operation.
"NO! PLEASE! NO MORE! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! I CANT TAKE ANYMORE!" Whatever happened here defiantly broke him. But I'd be lying if the sight of him and his horrified expression wasn't disturbing.
"PLEASE JUST KILL ME! JUST ME! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE OF THIS I FUCKING BEG YOU! PLEASE!"
As I watched the proclaimed ring leader wail in a terrified manner, Whiskey Foxtrot continued, "Where not exactly sure what happened, but our medic found that this guy has seriously lost it. And by that I mean it was as if he was tortured to near death but we didn't find anything wrong with him. Although we did find that his body was littered with scars. Not to mention the amount of blood that's splattered all around his body when we found him."
After he was finished, I could already feel cold sweat sliding down my face. And when five of the officers came by holding the tortured leader, I could see that his clothes wear covered in cuts and dark blood stains. Looking closer I saw that there weren't any open wounds at all, just scars. I'm not even sure what the Hell happened here, but one thing's for sure, from what these men have committed today they had it coming; at least that's what I want to say.
Oh SHIT I forgot about the girl!
"What about the girl they were chasing? Is she alright?" I asked worriedly.
"Actually she's right over there." He pointed to where some of the officers are. "We found her hiding inside the trash bin I mentioned earlier. We assumed the worse and thought the radicals thrown her in there because they've killed her but turns out she thought we were more radicals and hid in there herself."
"What are her injuries?"
"Well I've went to check on her earlier to see if she was alright and surprisingly enough, she's fine. Other than her clothes being torn apart, we haven't found any injuries whatsoever."
What? Not a single scratch? Could she have gotten away and got herself lost or something? She could have possibly fought back and did this, but then again, based on what I've been told about the laminals conditions, they said that she herself was seriously injured before escaping. But if that's true then how is it that she alright with no noticeable injuries?
"Guess it's a miracle." Under the circumstances, that was all I could say.
"Yes ma'am. However I do have something that may help explain of what caused this."
This I got to hear. "Right after I finished checking her out- not the perverted kind- I'm talking about checking her vitals, I asked her what happened. She said that someone came in took out those men; saving her from being cut to pieces by their leader."
Bastard. At least now he got what he deserved. Though I can't help but wonder of who would ever have the guts to help a laminal in that kind of situation, human society has yet to formally bond with the other monsters. Even if it was doing the "Right" thing, people would do what they believe is the "Smart" thing and ignores something like what the laminal girl went through.
"Did she say anything else?"
He shook his head, "Negative. I asked her if she had anything to identify the stranger but she refused to tell us anything else. She kept saying that if she told us we'd arrest him."
"Do you think she was threatened to keep his identity a secret?"
"Other than the fact that she overheard one of my men threatening to beat the shit out of the stranger because he thought he could do a better job at torture and she started beating the ever living shit out him for saying that proves that. And trust me, I know the feeling, and what she did is genuine anger."
Well that's a bit surprising. Guess there are some good people out there.
"Very well then, that will be all officer."
"Ma'am."
Ugh, all this investigating has already made me tired. I'll look into this more when I get the full report. Still, I'm not even sure who could've caused this much damage to these people, even though they are the scum of the earth, but I do hope that whoever did this isn't really a threat to laminals. In the mean time, I might as well report this back to command and inform them of what I found.
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I'm afraid I'll have to end it here because "Oh dear God this took forever!" Turns out this one took a lot longer than needed, mostly due to life and writers block. Also in case you're wondering, the reason I used the actual language of Japanese was because I thought it'd be a better way to show how Axton could get confused as to how people speak in Japan. If there was anything insulting in the chapter that I couldn't recognize then I sincerely apologize! Another thing to point out is that I thought using the term/word "Laminal" was more appropriate to use than "monster", at least to professionals like Smith *Even though she can be absolutely careless and lazy most of time.* Again, I'm not that good of a writer, hell I don't even know if I'm going at it the right way or not! And don't even get me started on the details. But anyways, If you enjoyed the chapter, Fantastic! If you didn't like it, I apologize for the lack of…whatever you were looking for!
By the way if you happen to find any spelling errors that defiantly don't look right, then that's probably because my computer has been acting funny and causing problems whenever I post a chapter, sorry about that.
Peace!