From Part 5 - Break The Bank
2:38:
In just under a week since the last successful mission, the next one came; a mission out of potentially three others. It was another difficult decision that had to be made, in having only the time and resources to visit only one of the mission sites. But closer to home, it was more so impactful for the soldiers who's home nations were involved. Okabe of South Africa, Oliver of the United Kingdom, and Erica of China. Eventually, when the time came to board the Skyranger, only then, was Okabe told that they would be flying out to China. His mood became uneasy.
Dubois: You alright man?
Okabe: Yeah... just, I hope Christina will be ok.
Dubois: You said you spoke to her a day ago, right?
Okabe: Yeah.
Dubois: Could you perhaps put a word in with the commander to see if she can brought onto the base?
Deedee: It certainly wouldn't hurt to ask, I know a lot of others have been asking for the same sort of thing.
Lee: And not many seem to get through.
Deedee: ... As I said, it still wouldn't hurt to ask.
Deedee glared at Lee for his incidental lack of compassion.
Lee: ... Sorry, you're right.
8:04:
Arriving at the mission site, the squad moves into a bank. Before long, at least 9 sectoids appear to close in on the squad's position.
Deedee: They're inside! Fire at the corner!
Deedee opens fire but misses. Fortunately Dubois is able to follow up the miss with a shotgun blast that blows out a good portion of a wall and a sectoid's brain. The other 2 sectoids from the same pod scatter.
Okabe: Negative damage!
Lee: We're getting surrounded!
Deedee: 1 still inside, I count 4 outside!
Okabe: There's 3 more by the furthest window!
Deedee: Argh, fuck this!
Not wanting to allow for any further positioning by the 8 sectoids that remained, Deedee promptly brings out her rocket launcher and proceeds to obliterate the wall of the furthest window, shredding and killing all 3 sectoids behind it.
Okabe: ... Nevermind.
10:19:
Feeling somewhat outdone by Deedee's explosive prowess, Okabe attempts to level things, figuratively and literally, with a well placed grenade. It blows out the corner of the bank and exposes a severely injured sectoid. Dubois puts it out of its misery with his pistol from a distance.
Deedee: Nice, nice!
Searching for more targets, Deedee notes a distinct purple light, emanating away from a sectoid by a meld canister, into darkness.
Deedee: I think I see another, somewhere past that green capsule.
Okabe: What, where?
Without waiting to explain, Deedee loads up her last rocket round and launches it into the distance, blowing up a car.
Lee: What was that?
Okabe: You missed!
A few moments later, the sectoid by the meld canister goes through what looks like a seizure, before violently falling to the ground as the purple light flashes away.
Deedee: Did I?
Lee: Ugh.
Suddenly, a sectoid, presumably left over from the most recently exploded pod, lands a shot into Dubois right shoulder. Everyone else snaps back to dive low into cover.
Dubois: Ah fuuuuck! You little shit!
Lee: Paul, talk to me!
Dubois: Yeah, I'll live... I think!
Worse still, more sectoids emerge that were hiding in the deposit boxes room. The fight is drawing to a frantic close, as each of the squad members try to quickly finish off their targets. 1 sectoid then remains.
Dubois: (Strained) don't worry guys... I got this!
Okabe: No wait!
Dubois senses are greatly fatigued from his injury. His vision has become blurred and doubled, his hearing impaired. He struggles to make it down to the broken wall right by the remaining sectoid. His lack of visual coordination courses him to trip and ram into the wall. The sectoid is startled and panics, trying desperately to line up a shot on the sudden human.
Deedee: Noooo!
Okabe tries to give covering fire, but it does little to deter the sectoid's shots, which blast through a wall next to Dubois'. By a miracle, all the shots had missed, sprinkling only plaster on him. With one last concerted effort, Dubois gets up from where he was laying, and peers around the sectoid's corner and faces the sectoid directly.
Dubois: Hello shithead!
And within that instant of the sectoid trying to turn away from the pissed off human, he was completely obliterated by the wholesome shotgun blast that followed.
Dubois: Here's my withdrawal!
The fight, was over. Dubois sat back in his corner, whilst the other rushed to his aid. Deedee brings out the medkit.
Deedee: Goddamn fucking damn it Kelly, why did you do that?!
Lee: Kelly?
Deedee: Sorry, Dubois.
Dubois: Heh, I... don't know...
Dubois looks around at the ruined Chinese bank.
Dubois: I would like a paycheck right about now... do you think the bank would mind, if we... nicked a few bags?... Like, we could say they were was lost in the explosions...
Okabe couldn't help but chuckle along with Dubois.
Dubois: Hehe... Oof... ow, damn it...
Deedee: Stay still, don't talk! That's an order.
Dubois: ...
Okabe: I'll put my savings on your tab when we get back to base, how about that?
Lee: I'd be happy to pitch in.
Okabe: Oh yes... a pitcher of beer would do me wonders...