LOG #13: Boom Baby!

The GIN-SHOCKER VTOL was flying over the military base. Inside were #13, #12, #09 and #03 in their full armor.

"Does everyone remember our objective?" #13 asked his comrades. He was working with #03, #12 and #09 for this assignment. All three of them were known for possessing abilities that labeled them as demolition experts. #03 disguised his explosives as harmless looking toys, #12 was proficient with his arm-mounted automatic weapons and missiles, while #09 was a human wrecking ball.

"We go in and blow shit up," said #12 eagerly.

"We go in and capture our target," #13 corrected. Their target was supposed to be plans for a new military weapon that could revolutionize modern warfare and GIN-SHOCKER just had to have it. If there was a working prototype, then that was up for grabs as well.

"Then we blow shit up," repeated #12, eagerly again.

"Subtlety is a foreign concept for you, isn't it, Number 12?" If he could feel agitated, he would be, but he did feel something. Annoyance, perhaps? Odd.

#12 cocked his guns and grinned and said, "Subtlety? I don't know the meaning of the word."

"I'm sure you don't." He eyed both #09 and #03. "How about you two?"

"Let's just do this fast," said #09 as he peered out from the plane and looked down. He gulped. "That is a long way down."

"Your armor will absorb the impact," #13 reminded him. "Have you all got your parachutes?" They had their parachutes on. "Alright, we're right on target. Jump." #13 fearlessly jumped out of the plane, followed by #12 who shouted, "Woo-hoo!" excitedly. #03 looked to #09.

"Well?" asked #03.

"I'm going, I'm going. Don't rush me."

#03 shrugged and he jumped out of the plane.

#09 looked down to see that his comrades had released their parachutes. "Man, this is really high up." He then took the first step towards the plunge. "GERONIMO!"

#13, #12 and #03 landed gently on the ground and then took off their parachutes, stuffing them back into their packs swiftly before chucking them into a nearby bush. "Where's #09?" asked #13.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

CRASH!

There was a gaping hole in the roof of the building closest to them.

"There he is," said #03 and then the alarms in the army base blared, sirens screaming.

"We lack subtlety," said #13. "That will need to be rectified."

"Hah, and this time it's not my fault!" boasted #12.

"Now is not the time to celebrate," said #13. "#03, recover #09. #12, assist me in dealing with the security personnel that will be arriving soon. Use of lethal force has been authorized."

"Hell yeah!" #12 crowed. "Now you're speaking my language!"

"I was unaware we were speaking in different tongues," retorted #13.

"OK, that's it. I will never trust a parachute again, ever," #09 groaned as he slowly got up. He looked up at the hold he'd just made. "I made a really big hole."

"FREEZE!" some guards who'd entered the building shouted as they surrounded #09 and aimed their weapons at him.

"Really? You're aiming guns at a guy wearing armor that will make the bullets bounce and ricochet. Boy, you guys are dumb," #09 mocked. He'd been insulted for his own lack of intelligence too so it was refreshing to see others seemingly dumber than he.

The guards growled at the insult and prepared to fire but screamed in pain as they dropped their weapons and clutched their heads.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" #03 questioned as he walked in casually. "How something as microscopic as my ticks can activate the pain receptors of any being to unimaginable levels. Half the time they either go insane through the pain or take their lives to make it stop."

"Oi, where are the others?" #09 asked, stopping #03's little prideful tirade.

"They're outside taking care of more pests."

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"Missiles away!" #12 shouted as his chest opened and he unleashed his missiles on the security that was rushing towards him. The explosion sent pieces of them flying. One of the guards grabbed him from behind but that just made #12 grinned as he launched to the air. The man screamed as he lost his grip and fell to his death, bones breaking and in a bloody heap on the ground. #12 grinned darkly as he began unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the soldiers below. "Yeah, take that!"

#13 was walking towards the enemy as they fired at him when he suddenly he warped out of view. They looked around trying to spot him only to shout in surprise as he suddenly appeared right in the middle of them. With no hesitation, #13 attacked. They could only watched on in fear and terror as a monster swooped down and tore them apart, breaking necks and piercing hearts, as he killed each of them in a very brutal matter. Within a few minutes he had butchered most of them. His eyes turned towards the survivors who trembled and one of them had a visible wet spot between his legs.

There was chaos as the people in the building which contained the plans began to panic due to the alarms. They paused as they heard some mechanized noise and turned to see what look like tiny toy robots coming into the room. They wondered what they were doing here before they screamed as the toys exploded causing fire and smoke to erupt everywhere.

The two walked into the room, unnoticed due to smoke and chaos being spread around. #09 stole a short glance at their target. The plans were in the computer which had miraculously survived the blast.

"Alright, let's hope this work," #09 said as he put the floppy disk in and pressed some buttons on the keyboard.

"Do you know how to work that?" asked #03.

"Dr. Magi's been teaching me," said #09. "I'm not some dumb idiot you all peg me for."

The screen showed a bar before turning green with the written text 'download complete'. "Right let's go." #09 said as he ejected the floppy disc containing the information of the military's new weapon. He rolled into ball form before rushing forward, crushing the computer containing the plans and smashing through the wall with #03 following closely behind and through the door #09 had made.

#13 surveyed the surrounding area and took note that all opposing forces were either dead or had already fled from the battlefield. "Well, our ride's here," #12 stated as their transportation, the VTOL from earlier, was lowering down to land so they could board it.

"Indeed," said #13. "Where are Number 03 and Number 09?"

"Oi!" someone shouted, making them turn around to see 309 rolling towards them in ball form with #03 right behind him.

"We got it! We got the plans!" #03 stated as he and #09 reached them. #09 unrolled to hand the disk over to #13, their squad leader.

"GIN-SHOCKER will be pleased," said #13. "Let's go." They boarded the VTOL and it flew up, headed back to base.