"Losira, may I speak to you for a moment with Reimu?" Yukari asks Losira as everyone gets ready to leave Losira's house, where the residents of Gensokyou had stayed for the night.
"Yeah, sure, wass'up?" Losira asks, bringing a towel with her to finish wiping her face dry after washing it. She follows Yukari and Reimu outside to the parlor of her house, away from the others.
"What I am going to share with you is...very confidential," Yukari begins. "I ask that you do not share this with anyone unless we say that it is okay to."
Losira cocks her head, confused. "Er, if it's somethin' that secret, I really don't think I'm the best person to share that with."
"But you are the most logical person to inform about this situation of ours, at least in the outside world."
"Just listen to her, Losira," Reimu frowns. "We don't have much time."
"That's my line..." Losira grumbles. "Yeah? Hurry it up, then."
"A few days ago, while everyone was fighting on the Rainbow Bridge for that final Beta Block, I paid a visit to a local shrine, the Atago Jinja. That shrine was where I had originally set up a dimensional gap to traverse this world and ours in the past, around Maribel's birth."
"Yeah, and?"
"I had the pleasure of meeting your biggest enemy, Auditor."
Losira nearly drops her towel. "...and you didn't tell me this sooner, why?"
Yukari and Reimu senses a sudden, drastic change to Losira's tone, one of an animalistic ferocity that could threaten to explode on them at any time like an erratic time bomb.
"Because I did not think it wise to complicate matters, given the tasks that we had to complete while we were in Japan," Yukari quickly but calmly answers. "Plus, Auditor appeared to have only come to speak with me."
"...okay, fine, but next time, you fuckin' tell me about where Auditor's poppin' his head up at, got it? Then what did he say?"
"He attempted to convince me to abandon you and work instead for him and his organization, the A.A.H.W. Naturally, I refused."
"Damn right you did."
"But that is not all. The most crucial part about the conversation we had was that he revealed to me of his possession of one of the Hakurei Relics."
"Now I can explain," Reimu interrupts Losira, who was about to ask what these Hakurei Relics are. "The Hakurei Relics are a set of five heirlooms that is traditionally supposed to be owned by the Hakurei family, which is my clan and bloodline. The thing is, those Relics are always separated in random areas of Gensokyou, and Hakurei family members have to go search for it and collect them."
"Oh, so like the Dragonballs?" Losira asks, but when she gets confused stares from both Reimu and Yukari, Losira shakes her head. "Never mind, never mind, just thinking of somethin' else. Yeah, and?"
"Once a Hakurei clan member like me collects all five, she has the opportunity to see if she is compatible with the spirit of Hakurei Merami-sama, our Archetype Ancestor. If the connection is satisfactory, that Hakurei clan member retains the spirit and persona of Hakurei Merami and the power that she had for the rest of her life. Once that clan member dies, the Relics separate again and spawn in random locations again, and the next Hakurei clan member needs to go find it again."
"So...for whatever stupid fuckin' reason, you're sayin' Auditor had one 'a those Relics, right?" Losira asks for confirmation, and Yukari nods. "Well, shiiiieeeet. I guess it's important for me to know, but what the fuck'm I supposed ta do? Why the crap is that even relevant?"
"This is important because this means that Auditor clearly knows something about both Gensokyou and the outside world that we do not," Yukari says in a low, urgent voice. "The most frightening aspect about all this is the fact that none of us know what will happen if Auditor manages to get his hands on the other Relics before we do. I have been searching for them for the past half millenium, with no luck so far."
"I mean, holy crap, he could have all of them already by now," Reimu hisses in irritation. "We don't even know...how the hell does that bastard even have one...we don't even know him..."
"Er, jus' askin', how strong was this Hakurei Merami ancestor person?" Losira asks out of curiosity.
"Well...Merami-sama was the one who constructed the Hakurei Dai-Kekkai to begin with," Reimu says. "If that tells you anything..."
"I...guess...so...? I mean, I don't know the importance of that."
"Think of it this way - in the outside world's terms, Merami-sama would have created something the equivalent to the ozone layer of this world," Yukari notes.
"Ohhhhh...yeah, I guess that's pretty powerful, then." Losira sighs. "Alright, I'll keep this shit in mind. Another damn problem to deal with, fuck me..."
Yukari glances at Reimu. "You're right, Reimu, you and Losira certainly do sound similar."
"Oh, shut it, you." Reimu sticks her tongue out at Yukari.
"In any case, Reimu and I specifically now have another reason to continue our cooperation with you, and that is to stop Auditor and take back the Relics that rightfully belong to Reimu," Yukari declares. "If Auditor somehow acquires all five Relics before we can stop him, assuming he does not yet possess all of them already, then I cannot assure the safety of this world...much less our own."
Losira grins. "Then I guess I'll jus' hafta put a big fat mothafuckin' piece 'a lead right in between his eyes before he does."
"So this'll be goodbye for now," Losira sighs as she, Yumemi, Chiyuri, Renko, and Maribel and the rest of the denizens of Gensokyou assemble in the middle of the Skypark office complex, where Yukari's dimensional portal sits and waits to transport those from the other side.
"Yeah. Thanks for everything so far..." Reimu also sighs, grinning with anticipation to go back home. "I can't say it was a blast, but it was interesting, to say the least."
"You have the Beta Block with you that I gave you yesterday, right?"
Reimu nods, showing Losira the small leather bag that she was given to house the Beta Block.
"Just for reminder's sake, you come over here 'n tell us what's up if anything happens," Losira says. "You have my and Lauren's number, 'n Yukari knows how to call Maribel, too. Anythin' goes wrong, you call us asap."
Reimu nods. "Yeah, I know..."
Maribel jumps into her mother's arms. "I'll miss you, Okaa-san," she murmurs into Yukari's chest. "Please come visit again soon."
Yukari affectionately hugs her daughter back and kisses the top of her hair, the same straw-yellow colored strands of hair as hers.
"I'll come back as soon as I am able. Wait for me then, okay?"
Renko crosses her arms and pouts in jealousy. Chiyuri elbows Renko's right arm and whispers with amusement, "Feelin' a lil' bit left out now, aren't we?"
"Sh-Shut up." Renko simply pulls on Chiyuri's cheek, and Chiyuri lightly slaps Renko's hand away.
Yumemi, too, walks forward to shake Yukari's hand. "It was a real honor meeting you, Yakumo Yukari-sama. I really look forward to working with you in the future. Those conversations we had were truly intriguing."
Yukari smiles. "I am glad you thought so. I can see why Losira and her friends have chosen to put their trust in you as a fellow comrade."
"Well then, this should be it for now. See you all later," Reimu gestures goodbye to Losira and co. as she and her fellow denizens of Gensokyou file through the gap and disappear, one by one. Yukari is the last to go through, and after one last hug with her daughter, she, too, disappears into the interior of the gap, and the gap zips itself up.
"Okay, we ain't got all that much time. Big sent me a sitrep on another Beta Block drop that we're gettin' reports on down in Santa Monica. C'mon, we gotta get to the fuel depot quickly. I'm sendin' the reports to your HUD's right now."
They pile into the limousine that transported them to the office complexes.
"So...has anyone ever bothered ta think 'bout what'll happen if they take a Beta Block over to Gensokyou?" Chiyuri asks, reading through her report as the limousine starts up and exits the office complex parking lot. "By the sounds of it, it really seems like that thing's gonna be some kinda time bomb they're takin' with 'em."
"Well, that's the thing," Losira replies quickly. "Renko took a Beta Block over there, and it didn't do jack shit. And when we came back, Maribel even used that same damn Block to make a giant-ass gap 'n take us all straight to Japan. I don't get it, if serenity's really the source 'a their problems over there, what's it exactly doing?"
"Wasn't that why they came here to begin with? To see if they could find answers while they were here?" Yumemi says. "Though, they do have a lead now with that Block we gave 'em...guess we'll know for sure once they get back to us."
The limousine makes its way to Zamperini Field, where their MH-60S Knighthawk is waiting for them.
"Yo, when did Losira say she'd be headin' over?" Sanford asks loudly after chugging a Redbull and tossing the can into a nearby recycling bin. He, Deimos, Big, and Chuck are walking down the suburb street of a residential block in Santa Monica overlooking the sea and a busy freeway below.
"They should be on their way now," Deimos replies quickly. "In the meantime, is our informant really gonna give us the info? The way you described it, Big, doesn't seem likely."
"Yeah...but you'll see what I mean," Big mutters. "I promise you, he ain't talkin' after this. He'll tell us what we want 'n we leave. Simple as that."
"But missions never simple," Chuck chuckles. "Always something go wrong."
Big laughs hysterically. "Yeah, like our team motto a couple years back, 'Shit goes south eighty percent of the time, all the time'! Hahahaha!"
The men laugh together in unison at their little inside joke as they reach their destination, a small, slightly neglected-looking one story home with an old 80's model Ford in the driveway. Sanford takes point and pulls out a snub-nose .357 Magnum with a light desert camouflage spray and spins the cylinder and cocks the hammer.
"Hopefully my gun ain't gonna scare the shit outta our poor lil' informant, eh?" Sanford laughs demonically as he opens the front door casually open, which happens to be unlocked. Big, Chuck, and Deimos, all arming themselves with their own concealed pistols, follow closely after with their guns at the ready.
The inside of the house is a complete disaster. Papers are strewn everywhere, and clothes, dishware, silverware, and random pieces of furniture litter the floor everywhere that the members of Seal Team 6 step. And in the living room, there is a corpse of a man that appears to be a few days old, with a Glock 19 pistol in his hand and seated on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the old television set. Dried, darkened blood is splattered behind his slumped head on the wall, dripping down to the floor below.
"Deimos, you're with me, come check the rooms with me," Sanford orders, and he and Deimos scan the rooms and kick open the room doors to make sure no one is present without their knowledge as Big and Chuck investigate the living room and dining room and kitchen.
"Rooms are clear," Deimos calls."Big, Chuck, what'cha got?"
Big sets his P-99 pistol on the carpet floor as he kneels on one knee to check the random sheets of paper strewn about.
"Just random shipping invoices 'n crap like that," Big reports. "Nothing related to this block drop, which's good, since he won't blab 'bout it to anyone else."
"Ya think?" Deimos yells, very agitated at the fact that their informant turned out to be dead. "He's fuckin' deader than dead! Of course he ain't gonna talk shit to anyone!"
"Whoa, whoa, there, cowboy, gettin' pissed off at random crap's my job," Sanford puts his hand on his comrade and friend mockingly. "So? How're we gonna make a dead man talk? They ain't tellin' no lies, I know that."
"We all do," Big says in a cool tone. "If there's anything pop culture 'n mass media do right 'bout these kinds 'a things, it's that when people wanna tell shit they don't ever wanna tell, they usually do it posthumously. I mean, look at Copernicus."
Sanford starts laughing hysterically. "What, so yer sayin' the A.A.H.W. are the Catholics?"
"It ain't too far from the truth, if ya think 'bout it," Big returns, and he and Sanford cackle madly. Deimos, too, cannot help but pop an amused smirk. Big sets aside the papers in his hands and pulls out a small switchblade. He crawls over to the dead man in a business white shirt and necktie and business pants. Carving out a small patch of skin on the back of his right hand, Big peels the square of skin back and hooks out a small, thin microchip implanted underneath the carved skin.
"So why exactly did he off himself again?" Sanford asks in his usual obnoxious voice as he examines his hook, making sure there are no blemishes on the steel. "Was he gettin' chased or somethin'?"
"This area full of Beta Tester," Chuck chimes in with his usual friendly Indian accent. "They come for him soon, but he no want to give info to them. He want info to go to us, but he have not enough time."
"He probably wanted to spite 'em," Deimos guesses. "The informant profile did say he's been at odds with some suspicious groups of people recently for his ownership of a Beta Block drop that landed in his backyard a few weeks back...a bunch of thugs knockin' at his doorstep offerin' big bucks for the Block he had. At first, he refused 'cause he was tryin' to drive up the price as much as possible, but the thugs ran outta patience."
"Hell, watcha expect, businessmen?" Sanford again cackles like a madman, nodding at the corpse in formal business attire. "The fuckin' irony. That bein' said though, why'd he wanna just give the info to us?"
"Like I said, to spite 'em thugs. They gave him shit, givin' him death threats 'n shit, ultimatums and whatnot. He got fed up with 'em, and he knows people like us'll probably have a better use for the Block anyway. So why the hell not...piss off the guys who gave him shit the final few weeks he was alive."
"So basically, he gave 'em the middle finger and told 'em to stick a fat one up their assholes before goin' out like a champ."
"If that's what you see fitting in your mind."
"Cool. You're a champ, bro," Sanford chuckles, flicking the corpse a finger salute. Big, after cleaning off the small microchip, stores it in a clean laminated film and pockets it.
"Okay, got our package. This'll lead us to where he's hidden his Beta Block, but we can only read it once Losira and the rest come. Chuck, can you get a hold of 'em?"
Chuck gives him a thumbs up. "They are ten mikes out. They coming with heavy guns."
"Sweet, that means they're bringin' along the Knighthawk at Zamperini," Deimos rubs his hands together excitedly. "Can't wait 'til they light up the whole damn block."
"Speakin' of which, when exactly are we expectin' visitors?" Deimos asks, and Big checks his watch.
"Umm...in three, two, one..."
Right on his count, a tremendous crash comes in through the window in one of the rooms, along with muffled shouts of men who sound like they have bandanas over their mouths. And soon, a series of clinks come from the same direction and out rolls a live M-67 fragmentation grenade. The four men of Seal Team 6 do not need anyone to yell "GRENADE, TAKE COVER!" to immediately dive away from the grenade in time to dodge the shrapnel that ricochets everywhere throughout the room.
"Through the backyard!" Sanford bellows, rubbing his ears to get rid of the audio buzz in his ears. "Go, go!"
Chuck crashes through the glass sliding doors leading to the backyards first as bullets start crashing through the front door and windows, and Deimos, Sanford, and Big follow him and leap over the short wooden fence to escape through the house behind the fence.
"Losira, this is Deimos! Where the fuck are you?" Deimos hollers as they run along the sidewalk after emerging out onto the other side of the street.
"Ay yo, Deimos! We're nine or so mikes away, what's yer status?" Deimos can hear Losira almost yelling back at him over the roar of the helicopter blades.
"Status? We're gettin' hunted down by local tangos wantin' a piece of our Beta Block!"
"So did you find it?"
"No, we still need to encrypt the info we got from our informant, who just so happens to be dead!"
"Well, fuck, then he ain't an informant no more, he's just another piece 'a shit! Hold on, we'll be right there, get to the LZ and fight your way through the streets if you gotta! Losira out! Yo, pilot dude, can'tcha fly this thing faster!?"
Deimos and his comrades reach the end of their street and step onto a lively suburb scene, with children playing out on the streets and sidewalks and front yards and their parents socializing and talking among one another, a scene one would imagine out of a lazy 50's American suburb weekend. Deimos raises his gun, a CZ-75, and bellows,
"EVERYONE OFF THE STREET! PLEASE GO TO YOUR HOMES AND STAY INSIDE! LOCK YOUR DOORS, AND STAY IN A SAFE AREA! MOVE, MOVE!"
The adults, seeing Deimos's handgun and the similar armaments in the hands of his comrades, quickly shout and scream for their children to head inside. Deimos continues to direct the civilians to go inside their homes until the street is virtually emptied within half a minute. Just before the last mother slams the door locked, two cars swerve around the corner.
"Take down the drivers!" Sanford yells as he gets behind parked white Corolla, aiming with his .357 Magnum. Firing, he strikes the front tire of the first car, a beat-up brandless sedan, and punctures it, causing it to swerve uncontrollably and forcing the driver to stop the car. Once he gets a clean shot, Chuck raises his customized H&K Mark 23, equipped with a tactical suppressor and an undermounted laser aiming module, paints a red dot on the forehead of the driver, who realizes his fate too late before jerking awkwardly in the driver's seat of the car and slumps.
The street erupts into something akin to a a furious urban firefight. The thugs, piling out of the cars and taking cover behind their cars or spreading out to other parked cars nearby, fire wildly in the general direction of the trained operatives, while Deimos, Sanford, Chuck, and Big calmly and accurately pop off each enemy one by one with their deadly handguns. One of the thugs manages to sneak down the sidewalk while the Seal Team 6 callsigns are occupied with shooting the others, but Sanford manages to catch a glimpse of him trying to sneak past the last car to reach Deimos, swoops down, readjusts his aim, and fires his last cartridge left-handed, and the .357 caliber bullet pierces his left ankle underneath a Ford truck. The assailant falls, screaming and clutching at his mangled ankle, and Deimos, hearing the screams, leans out and puts him to rest with a headshot.
Once there numbers are thinned down to only three out of the original ten, the three remaining thugs holler at each other through their bandana balaclavas and hop back into the second car.
"Ya think you can leave?!" Sanford shrieks with a growing, evil grin on his face, flicking a new cylinder of cartridges into his revolver and slapping down the hammer. "You can't leave! YOU CAN'T! ! ! ! LEAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ! ! ! !"
Sanford emerges from his cover and unloads round after round of devastating .357 Magnum cartridges down the street, hitting the two passengers right in their backs, just underneath their necks, and Big takes aim for one last time and puts a well-placed shot into the head of the driver's seat, and the men of Seal Team 6 watch the rusty old car swerve and crash right into a Hummer parked along the sidewalk.
"Hey man, there ain't a reason to go overboard in a civvie area like this," Big sighs irritably as Sanford grins with satisfaction and spills the spent cartridges in his cylinder onto the street. The distant blades of a helicopter can now be heard.
"What took you so long? Y'all jus' missed all the fun!" Sanford laughs, holding his hand up to his right ear.
"Oh, shut it, bastard! We got here a few minutes earlier than projected, too!" Losira barks back. "We're gonna pick you up and head straight back!"
Chuck then suddenly turns around behind him and narrows his eyes. "I hear more," he murmurs. "They coming. Reinforcements."
"Awww, shit..." Big moans. "Losira, do you have some weapons on board with you?"
"Er, Lauren, we got anythin' in the back?" Losira calls to Lauren. "Alright! Yo, we got some rifles in the back, but we don't got much ammo for 'em, only a couple clips total."
"But the miniguns're online, right?"
"Uh, well, yeah, duh? When're they not, why?"
"Jus' askin', 'cause we have some more dudes rollin' late to the party."
The Knighthawk helicopter lands cleanly at the nearby intersection of the suburb, and Kane shoves open the door for the rest of her team to pile in.
"Here!" Renko shouts out, and she and Yumemi hand Deimos, Big, Chuck, and Sanford the spare M4-A3 CCO and FA-MAS G2 assault rifles.
"Thanks ya," Big nods to the girls. "By the way, I thought you girls were gonna head back to Japan after we arrived."
"They will accompany us for a few of the Beta Block drops," Lauren informs them, manning the mounted M-134 Minigun turret on the right side of the Knighthawk. The Knighthawk lifts back up into the sky. "Since they are already here, it would be more efficient for us to work together to find some more Beta Blocks, since Maribel and Renko were sent here to do just that anyway."
"Fine by me. Oi, Chuck, where are they coming from?"
Chuck points out the door of the other mounted M-134 Minigun. "They coming from there!" he yells over the helicopter rotors, and the passengers lean out to see. "There, they driving to the street below us!"
"Pilot, get us away from here so we can target those vehicles!" Losira barks into her helicopter comms headset, and the pilot steers the Knighthawk expertly so that Chuck's turret directly faces the three new vehicles all carrying heavily armed men straight down the street. "Everyone, rip the fuck outta 'em!"
Chuck's minigun turret demolishes the first two vehicles almost immediately, its 7.62x51mm chaingun bullets immediately disabling the engines and internal components of the pickup trucks and dashing the cars and street with the warm blood of the newly arrived attackers. Big and Sanford place deadly shots onto the third car with their assault rifles, picking their shots wisely because of limited ammunition. Barely another few minutes does the Knighthawk hover over the scene before the street falls silent again, save for the roar of helicopter blades, the street filled with dead bodies, blood, and decommissioned vehicles.
"Clean-up crews have been notified to this location," Lauren calls. "Take us out of here."
The MH-60S Knighthawk attack helicopter roars away into the sky towards the ocean beyond the freeway below.
"Sir, we couldn't get the info on that guy in Santa Monica. Those Seal Team 6 bastards got to 'im first before we did."
Savior nods, strolling slowly through the streets of downtown Tokyo.
"I appreciate your efforts. You will be paid accordingly," he murmurs, pulling off the tab of a pack of grape Hi-Chew.
"Thanks a bunch, sir. We lost a lotta guys out there, we could use some right 'bout now."
"Indeed. Although, I daresay that you ought to reconsider what the value of your soldiers are truly worth."
"...uh...say that again?"
"No need...you will receive your...payments...in due time. For now..."
The Savior finishes unwrapping his pack of Hi-Chew and pops the first piece of the chewy candy into his mouth, pocketing the trash. He had seen this candy many times before, both in America and Japan and sometimes in other cities in the world, but he had never tried one before. After weeks of being subjected to the incessant rants of the Sheriff about how addicting this candy was, the Savior decided to give it a try.
Being the first time he has ever tasted this consumable called candy, the Savior is not too sure what to think of it. Sweet, but unnecessarily sweet. Perhaps humans wanted to overdose their own bodies on the artificial sugar.
"Do you hear me, Sheriff?" the Savior asks, and sure enough, an annoying voice, irritated as usual, responds lazily.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm busy gettin' blown and smokin' weed at the moment, what the fuck do ya want?"
"Are you really?"
"No, I'm lyin', 'cause there ain't shit like hot girls or narcotics in this fuckin' skyscraper. If there're two things this world needs more of, it's that. Fuck, maybe I'll just use my money to make it rain dollar bills on everyone's asses. Yeah, that's what I should do...NOT! ! !"
The Savior puts another piece of Hi-Chew into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
"Though, this Hi-Chew candy that you had been obsessed with the past weeks...it seems it is as you say."
"Oh, you went out 'n bought yerself some Hi-Chew finally? 'Bout fuckin' time. 'Ey, ya know, we humans can do some things right. Like knowin' how ta give ourselves fuckin' type two diabetes by the age of thirty by bingin' on fuckin' candy."
"I think rather highly of this Hi-Chew. It is rather enjoyable, despite its unnecessary amounts of artificial sugar. It is, at least, more meaningful than that abomination of a food that humans call 'gum'."
"Fuck off! Gum is the motherfuckin' goddamn Messiah of the white collar working society! Millions of humans wouldn't find the drive to live without the graceful powers and blessings of chewing gum! Double Bubble, Juicy Fruit, Winterfresh, Stride...what would all these poor, hapless humans do without givin' their mouths somethin' to do other than blowin' joints 'n blowin' dicks? C'mon, man!"
"Do I detect sarcasm?"
"Fuck no you don't! Anyway, what the hell's up with the delay on the report on those asswipes in Santa Monica? They get it or what?"
"They have contacted me a few moments ago."
"And?"
"They have failed."
The Savior immediately hears a loud thump over his telepathic link to the Sheriff's phone.
"Of course. Of FUCKING course. Those FUCKING assholes...useless chattle. All of 'em. ALL OF 'EM!"
After giving a loud and prolonged sigh, the Sheriff composes himself.
"Whatever. I've said that over three million seven hundred fifty thousand two hundred eighty-three fucking times in the past already...I ought'a get used to it."
"You have kept count? I am impressed."
"No, I didn't, dumbfuck. Are you bein' sarcastic?"
"It would amuse me greatly should I demonstrate any trace of what you call sarcasm."
"Yeah, fuck you too. So? Auditor ain't gonna be happy when he hears this. That was the only Beta Block drop that we had any idea about in America for the time bein' until our useless fuckin' cronies can dig up some more dirt somewhere since we're all focused on the Asian sphere. That, 'n Japan's gonna be off-limits to us real fuckin' soon, seein' all this damn involvement from the JSDF and the Japanese government. This fuckin' sucks, but if we wanna find more Blocks, gotta move again...God, my life sucks..."
"Then I have a proposition." The Savior thoroughly chews his last piece of candy and gingerly pours the trash into a nearby trashcan.
"Yo, yo, yo, hold yer fuckin' horses. Since when'd Auditor put YOU in command? That's me, motherfucker."
"Yet the greatest of leaders ought still to fear the best of their warriors. I will go to North America. I will disrupt their operations."
"Alone? Good fuckin' luck."
"Luck is not necessary. Results are."
"Yeah, and we ain't gettin' shit for results and Auditor's jus' sittin' up there on his high horse laughin' his asscheeks and ballsack off at us. Longer that goes on, slower I get paid, got it?"
"Such a concern is no matter to me. What will you do?"
"I'm gonna haul ass to Thailand. Fuck Japan - at least for a couple months. After Seal Team 6 ran through this shit 'n locked up a place tighter than America locks up one fuckin' percent of their entire population, I ain't gonna get shit for Blocks anymore here. Gonna help out Auditor in the Asian theater wherever I can, even if I fuckin' hate workin' for the bastard."
The Sheriff sighs.
"Speakin' 'a money...yer not gonna pay those fuckers who failed their job, right? I'ma be fuckin' pissed if you tell me you did."
"No need to worry. I have sent payments befitting their performance. It is not monetary."
"Better not be. What, you send 'em all anthrax in the mail?"
The Savior displays a rare smirk.
"Something...of the kind, perhaps."
Back at Zamperini Field, Losira, Sanford, Deimos, Lauren, Yumemi, and Chiyuri surround Big at his laptop as he analyzes the data stored inside the skin-implant microchip he had retrieved from their dead informant. The MH-60S Knighthawk sits out a mere thirty meters away on the runway as Maribel helps Chuck load some more M-134 Minigun ammunition into the left-side minigun turret to replace the rounds expended at the firefight n Santa Monica. Renko sits on top of one of the helicopter's main rotor blades, watching Maribel use her gaps deftly to assist Chuck as he loads the heavy box of 7.62x51mm bullets onto the turret.
"So here's the deal, guys," Big finally lifts his head up from the screen. "We just hit another jackpot."
"Yay, I like jackpots!" Yumemi gives a little cheer. "Like that time I won five free popsicles in a row last summer!"
Chiyuri frowns. "Can you please stop acting retarded for a quick second and pay attention?" she asks heavily.
"So the informant himself owned a Block, but 'cause of all the shit that went down up 'til now, he had it transported by armored vehicle up to San Francisco to a trusted holder, whose callsign is 'Frame'. But the thing is, that ain't the only Block he had. In fact, he's gathered quite a few Beta Blocks - five in total. The microchip's givin' me coordinates that we can follow to find 'em and take 'em."
"Wait, so like, how'd he even find 'em all anyway?" Losira asks curiously. "They all couldn'ta just dropped all in his damn backyard, could they?"
Big shakes his head. "Nah, no one's ever that lucky...not yet, anyway. This dude owned a few shipping companies, and all the blocks came from truck drivers who happened ta find some on their driving routes. He confiscated all of them by payin' off the drivers who knew what the Beta Blocks were."
"That's not 'confiscating' if he pays them, idiot..." Sanford facepalms.
"Whatever, dude, I ain't the guy who shot his own fuckin' brains out all over his own damn wall. So here's the plan, listen up." Big detaches the monitor of his laptop and taps a few times on it, and everyone's HUD modules update for their new mission profiles.
"Chuck 'n I will head up to San Fran to get the one from Callsign Frame. Losira, you take Renko 'n Maribel and drive up to Burbank for the second. Professor, you and your assistant'll go with Sanford 'n Deimos down to San Diego for the third."
"And what about the last two?" Chiyuri asks.
Big scratches his head.
"At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean."