"Sweetheart?!" Nanako shot up, looking as though she was about to straight up kill Boss.
Boss took a step back, not raising his shotgun. "Dear god, calm down!" He said. "Listen, there's a way out of this shit-show. Behind me, there's a window near the left. Go there and you can open it."
"Oh, thanks then." Nanako immediately ran from the area, heading to the windows.
Kagami and Tsukasa had already gone far away from the short battle. But they came across something more disgusting than that. It looked like some students had been caught in the combat between some Stealthers and police.
"O-oh my god..." Kagami gripped Tsukasa's hand. The blood of the 2 students stained the floor, but it didn't look that same as the Stealther. He had multiple bullet holes in his armor, one being straight on his chest.
"Sis." Tsukasa scooted closer to her sister, tears at the rims of her eyes. "Why would anyone do this?"
Marcus happened to be nearby with his only remaining teammate, Jon, and had to hide for moment.
"Move up, Marcus." Jon said. "Now."
Tsukasa and Kagami immediately looked in that direction, making Marcus want to punch Jon in the balls. But, none the less, he stayed quiet, bitting his own lip.
"Is anyone there?" Kagami asked. "Come out. We won't hurt you."
Jon shoved Marcus in front of him, right in front of the two girls. "Oh crap..." Marcus mumbled to himself.
"Back up!" Kagami ordered.
Marcus now looked pissed off. "We won't hurt either of you!" Stress of having to watch every bullet must be getting to him by now.
"How do we know?!"
Then, before anyone could respond, two loud gunshots sounded off nearby. Everyone looked until the direction of where it came from.
"Son of a bit-!" A shout came from around the corner. "Jason, Antonio, what happened to your officer?!"
"Bastard's a damn Soviet!" Another man, presumably Antonio, said. "We don't need him awake for the time being."
Down the hall, the five people were no more confused than anyone else. But, the big question that Konata and Miyuki wanted an answer to is: how in the hell do the Soviet spy fit in?
"Didn't Kuroi-sensei say that the UCA was isolated?" Konata asked.
Miyuki wondered in her own mind for a few seconds. "Yes...But she said like the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, and they still have some allies." She explained.
"The hell was that?" Antonio asked. "How do you know anything about the United America?"
Konata felt some type of anger bubbling in her stomach. They'd killed people, so why should she not be pissed off?! "Why do you want to know?!"
Antonio blinked, before obviously growing angered at the kid. "Kid, we're a f***ing dual continental country. We only do business with maybe 2 countries, at the most."
"Shut up, dumbass." The first voice remarked.
"So what? How does that give you the right to kill other people?!" Konata asked. Her rage was at its boiling point. "You have done nothing but kill innocent people?!"
Antonio said some insulting words under his breath. "Yeah? So, then why in the HELL was our old government filled with people who'd arrest you for holding a goddamn beer can in your hands?! None of us even want or be here, let alone have to hold a gun to another person's head!" He was actually getting enraged over a 18 year-old!
"That isn't an excuse for killing random people!" Konata retorted with a shout.
Step. Step. Step. CLICK.
"Why are you 3 bickering with a group of children? You all should be in a transport by now."
"O-O.M.E.G.A. 125A, sir!" The three soldiers practically were scarred shitless. They made Konata snicker before 125A turned his attention to them.
"Run, now. Or, leave in a transport. You have 3 seconds to decide."
3...
Konata was now frozen in her spot, Miyuki no better. What did this psycho path mean by "leave in a transport?" Dead or alive?
2..
125A pulled out a handgun, loading a tranquilizer-filled magazine in the gun. The sound of the gun cocking quickly scarred the two girls even more.
1...
Miyuki and Konata tried to turn to run, but the tranquilizers knocked them both to the floor.
"Get these two to a transport. Don't take any more civilians as prisoners."
Yui had been chasing down Cody since she first fired upon him. For whatever mental reason stopped him from pulling the trigger, Cody refused to fire. Hell, he'd only fired his gun to scare off some people. But, Jimmy had spotted the duo of enemies.
"Blondie, takin' the shot." He said with a monotone voice. He pulled the trigger, but the sun had gotten in his eyes, sending the round flying into Cody's arm. "GAH! FRIGGINSHIT!"
The bullet broke the glass, the bullet hitting Cody's arm. It cut through the skin with no effort. "AHH! WHAT THE-?!" He fell over onto the ground, his M4 flying off his arm and a round firing through a locker. With a loud thud, he fell it the ground before being knocked put by hitting the floor too hard.
"Huh? What just happened?!" Yui semi-screamed, thinking the bullet was going to kill him.
Then, 3 sets of footsteps thundered down the hall. At the other end, Boss and the 2 Stealthers, all ready to kill on a minute's notice. Boss spotted Cody bleeding, he bolted over to Yui, kicking her in the stomach. That instantly knocked her out.
"Johnson, get over here! You're a medic!" Boss ordered, scanning the hall for anyone else. "We've done every thing to keep anyone form dying and now we have to do this again. So, get on it, dammit!"
"Yes sir!" Johnson, an African-American Stealther, got to work on patching up his downed fellow's arm. "Nothing too bad...Just...Okay, he'll be in the medics' for a week or so."
"Got it. Finish patching up what you can for now. Then, we're gone like snowflakes in the wind." Boss was wasting no time as he lit another cig. (Three in one day. Jeez...). "Smith, get this officer. She's a sergeant. Could know something useful."
Outside, parents were watching in complete horror, their stress growing with ever bullet fired. And at this point, they could all tell it was a large group.
"Yes, we have word that unknown forces have blocked off multiple streets near the high shool where this tragic event it taking place. Police said they have mostly hunting rifles or close-range weapons such as baseball bats." A new reporter said, rushed like no tomorrow.
From inside the school, a voice seemed to echo out. "All teams, clear to disengage from combat. Eyes peeled, look for any [inaudible] and keep away from anyone else. There were [inaudible, inaudible] here, one of which is confirmed dead." It was in English, and only a few people could understand it in the least.
Some students came out of the building, of the ones near the exit was Minami, Yutaka, Hiyori, and Patricia. But, for whatever reason, Patricia stopped walking. No one but the 4 were nearby, there was no gunshots nearby, but one of the only Stealthers bodies lay neat the exit. And the torn up UCA flag on his shoulder was visible.
"Hey...I think know this flag...from somewhere..." Said Patricia as she stared at the flag. Navy blue, red, white, 23 golden stars inside the navy blue center. Of course jet was mostly torn, but some still showed through.
Hiyori looked at her fellow Otaku great concern. "What the hell do you mean?! And who cares?! There could be more of those gunners nearby! The exit is less then five feet away!" She semi-shouted, drawing the attention of the other two girls.
Yutaka brushed some tears from her eyes before asking, "W-where did you remember the flag f-from, Patricia?" Yutaka dared to look at the body, but immediately turned away and hugged Minami's arm tightly.
"A-America..." Patrick said in a whisper.
Reader One: O meh gawd! The author has something to say
Reader Two: One, talk normal. Two, shut up so he can talk.
Alright. Yes. An author's note. Amazing, right? I haven't done these in so long. Well...To the point. 1. Next story chapter is off the table in place if a history lesson with Boss.
Boss: *spits cig* Wait, I didn't agree to that!
(No one gives a shit.) Nanako Kuroi!
Nanako: Where am I? And what happened to the school?!
(That's a story for another day.) And me! Real quick shout out to Smithy55 for helping with the development of his story and for the OC Cody.
