Chapter 13: Jeep to Jeep
The Division 4 base was actually much more massive than anyone could guess. For example, it was big enough that it actually had personal transport vehicles inside the underground complex. Not golf carts, or anything so small, actual jeeps.
Shaggy gunned the engine as Daphne stared at a map of the base. Their objective at this point was to get to a radio. Whatever Medusa Protocol was, total extermination did not sound good. They would try to get in touch with someone on the outside who could send help. If Medusa Protocol was what Daphne suspected, then they could not just run while lives were on the line. Protocol and orders be damned, they weren't soldiers and they didn't have to do what the general said.
"The main control room should be another left turn." Daphne said.
Shaggy turned accordingly. Red emergency lights and alarms continued to flash throughout the base. In the distance the sound of boots could be heard slamming against the ground. Shaggy was taking special attention to check how far away they sounded.
"Ruys" Scooby barked, perking his ears up. "Rincoming"
The sound of rubber on metal screeched toward them as a stolen Division 4 jeep sped down the corridor. Two rifles cocked as it drew closer. Daphne jumped into the back of the jeep and pulled out a large pipe wrench. The jeep pulled up next to him. The soldiers had not began shooting seemingly out of a desire to play with their food.
"Let's dance" She smirked as she slipped out of her heels.
Daphne vaulted over the side of the jeep, propelling herself with one hand while swinging the wrench with the other. She landed perfectly in the adjacent jeep, striking the first soldier as she touched down. The other one let the rifle fall onto the shoulder strap, putting up his fists for close quarters combat.
Daphne ducked a punch, grabbing the man's arm. She flipped over his back, twisting the arm until she heard the snap a shoulder dislocation. The man grunted in pain. Daphne struck the back of his knee, forcing him to the floor of the jeep before elbowing him in the head, knocking him out. A click alerted her to the armed driver behind her. She spun around, kicking the pistol from his hand. Hooking her leg around the man's neck, she pulled his head into the back of the seat, striking him from consciousness.
Daphne hit the brakes as Shaggy skidded to a stop next to her. She pulled a radio off the driver and jumped back into the jeep.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Shaggy asked in awe.
"Japan" She smiled happily.
Daphne had always been very happy with herself. The one thing she disliked was being helpless. Six years ago she had taken a trip through Europe and into Japan, learning as many martial arts as she could along the way. In the following years she had honed and developed her skills into a unique fighting style that Fred mockingly called Daphne- Fu. He was just jealous that she could beat him in a fight.
"All units be advised…" The radio crackled. "The three civilians are loose in the base."
'Keep talking' Daphne thought. 'We'll be listening.