The Artillery Boys were towing out the modernized 7.2-inch howitzers with HE and AirBurst Shells following close behind, the heavy duty howitzers were part of a battery of Heavy Artillery for shelling the city, mostly to provide heavy artillery support, it was hoped that the heavy firepower would be a good way to take on the gangs.

For MagicalGeek, the Parachute Cadets and Military Police Cadets, all the Artillery Shells were considered safe and secured, as no strategic exotic ammunition had been found, thus allowing the Artillery Cadets to go back setting up their guns, which joined up with the Rocket Artillery that had just been cleared by REME Cadets.

"All the Artillery has been cleared of all exotic strategic ammunition, so we can go back to what we were doing." MagicalGeek said with a sigh of relief after their inspection of all Artillery ammunition from the shells to rockets.

"Right we still have to unload our ammo and check our vehicles." One of the Parachute Cadets piped up.

"Yep, let's go." MagicalGeek gestured towards their area where their vehicles were parked and unopened crates were still there.

Luckily for the cadets, the only exotic ammunition they found were Willy Pete, CS Gas, and a few other incendiary ammo types, meaning they would have no munitions troubles for their op in Brockton Bay, which was why they would be armed with a mix of Combat Kit and Crowd Control.

Now the question was how many tear gas canisters they had and how many do each cadet and soldier carry for this op, compared with their standard load of frag grenades and flash bangs.

The white and red canisters of Tear Gas were being set up on the table in front of them, mostly Commonwealth Issued Tear Gas, which are both 40mm types and grenade types, which would make sense since grenadiers would have the ability to launch the gas to further distance than what they could throw, thus allowing them to have the range.

"How many Incendiaries do we have issued." MagicalGeek asked the Logistics Cadet putting more grenades onto the other tables.

"We have Willy Pete and thermite grenades, we also have Napalm grenades, especially the thermobaric grenades." The Logistics Cadet replied.

"Any other types of Incendiaries?" MagicalGeek asked.

"Not unless you want to make the Fire Storm Napalm into grenades." The Logistics Cadet replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Right, stupid question." MagicalGeek replied as he walked to check what was available.

"Well, we are being issued with high-explosive incendiary semi-armor-piercing with our standard high velocity semi-armor-piercing." The Logistics Cadet added as he put a ammunition box marked 5.56mm NATO HE-I-SAP.

"Ah, as Ghrath would say, time to burn." MagicalGeek chuckled.

"Well, at least the city is technically slated for demolition then." The Logistics Cadet replied with a chuckle, which caused the various cadets around them to laugh as everyone remembered that yes, Brockton Bay is slated for Demolition.

Which is why a lot of the more non-Urban Combat ammunition was brought out and handed out.

After the seeing the tanks and learned that a Cadet actually commanded an entire unit of them, the Wards decided to explore the areas they saw the Cadets concentrating in, this included signing out with the gate guards, in which they found a bunch of Cadets in full face helmets that looked more like Motorcycle Helmets then the usual PRT Helmet.

They are doing callisthenics in full battle armor, which is surprising, since the armor looks quite a bit heavier than the standard PRT armor, mostly because of the heavy duty plates they are wearing, from their chest piece, armguard and shin armour, and the combat webbing which is fully loaded with ammunition.

"1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4." The lead cadet counted off as he went through each calisthenic, setting the pace for the rest of the unit.

For the Wards this was not something they expected to see, especially the unusual full face helmet, which was unusual since even the PRT helmet looked like a combat helmet the military would use as standard issue, which was the PASGT helmet, in which they realized that most of the soldiers they saw didn't even use that type of helmet, only the police officers used those types.

"Alright! Now we're moving on to push ups!" The Cadet leading the PT shouted as immediately every cadet started doing push ups, still in full combat gear.

The Wards watched as the Cadets did their push up without even slowing down, they might not know how much they were doing before but now, it's very surprising, the Cadets are reaching 50 by now and show no signs of slowing down.

"Now Plank!" The leading Cadet shouted and suddenly everyone was on their elbows and toes not moving.

For the Wards this was very confusing, for one what's with this exercise, why are they frozen in that position, so they started to go to another side of the place hoping to find something less strange than the exercise they just saw.

There they found the armory, where the Cadets there are all checking their obviously lethal weapons and the storage of ammunition, and some of the cadets are in three types of armor, the they all still look heavier than the average PRT trooper, in fact all the ammunition on the table was the one that shocked them.

On the table, there were 5.56 and 7.62 NATO, 40mm Grenades of every type, some fragmentation grenades, flash bangs, thermite grenades, napalm grenades, CS Gas grenades and willy pete grenades, there are some STANAG Magazines, and even drums for 7.62 NATO Machine Guns.

Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?

Then a song started playing, it's a smooth and calming song but with powerful lyrics, as the song plays the Cadets continued to work, opening up crates of ammo and unpacking them, more ammunition, this time more exotic looking ones marked .338 Lapua which the Wards don't recognized the ammo, the size of it was very surprising.

"Looks like something you hunt Hookwolf with." Clockblocker couldn't help quip.

That caused all the Wards to turn and stare at him, causing him to sweat a little when he realized he said that outloud, but they can't help agree, the ammo looked like something you would use to hunt Hookwolf with, but that didn't help once the Anti-Tank ammo started to be stacked on the table, all of them designed to fight and destroy modern Main Battle Tanks, in which on Earth Bet, it might be stuck on the 80s to 90s Design.

Then the Cadets started opening other crates, and that caused them to stare with wide eyes, ammunition for the coil guns, 15x45mm rifle, 12x36mm handgun, 18x51mm machinegun and 30.5x85mm sniper rifle, the ammo brought out caused them to drop their jaws when they realized what the ammo are for on the crate's side.

The fact it is for the coil guns for those dragons makes it scary that the ammo looks like it's designed to break open armored cars, which means Hookwolf will have trouble by the fact that these munitions are coil gun ammunition.

For the Cadets the crates of ammo are their usual fare of ammunition for combat, which doesn't include the tanks, artillery and aircraft ammunition, thus the Wards haven't seen the more outrageous ammunition yet.

Now for the Wards they aren't crazy enough to go near all the dangerous ammunition lying around but once one of the Cadets brought out the rail gun, Kid Win suddenly has the urge to tinker with it, which is how the three most prominent Cadets found them, sitting on Kid Win as he beg and moan to tinker with the rail gun.

For Cadet Sergeant MagicalGeek, Cadet Sergeant Ghrathryn and Cadet Sergeant Lolah this is how they found the Wards outside the 1CBG Armory.

"Geez kid, I know it's a good lookin' gun, but keep yours in your pants, huh?" Cadet Sergeant Lolah quipped, which caused the other two to facepalm.

"Hey Ghrath isn't that your coil gun?" MagicalGeek asked once he saw what was on the table.

"Please tell me he wasn't slobbering over it…" Ghrathryn bemoaned.

Director Piggot was hoping they found Miss Militia and Armsmaster first, but finding the Wards is a blessing she's not willing to dismiss, only one problem, Kid Win the Ward's resident tinker, is on a tinker high, as they are currently restraining him from tinkering on the Commonwealth's expensive coil gun and laser guns.

They request someone to get him back before the Cadets and she will quote: 'Kid Win tapped into a Cage with bucket feet and hands' unquote, apparently none of the Cadets have Flex Cuffs on hand as they just arrived and thus are thinking every restraining method to keep the Ward restraint and not loose in the armory.

"Someone get our wayward Ward before he does something he'll regret." Piggot ordered Renick with a sigh, sometimes she wondered why she took this job.

"Right on it." Renick nodded and left to find any loose PRT Troopers not watching the rogues, the civvies or hunting for Miss Militia and Armsmaster.

"Now, if they are at the Commonwealth side of the base, where's Miss Militia and Armsmaster?" Piggot asked herself as she wondered for the situation.

Miss Militia was the first to notice when the Wards and Armsmaster went missing, when she couldn't find Armsmaster she decided to find the Wards first, and now she's walking by a bunch of Cadets jogging past her in full battle gear, in which she noted looking very well equipped for a bunch child soldier, which she also note with envy.

Now she's following the sound of struggle before it became the sound of Kid Win whining and moaning about not being allowed to tinker and that forced her to rush towards the scene where she found herself confused and amused, there a dragon is holding him by a leg with the Wards watching while a bunch of Cadets are searching the armory for something.

"Hey, you guys actually got any cuffs here or do you want me to fly this drooling idiot over to the brig myself?" The dragon asked.

"Still looking for it! This place is full of ammo ya know!" A voice replied from inside the hangar.

"You'd think the MPs would want them at hand even more than the munitions. I mean they're the sort of thing that'd just get dropped on a front shelf or something, or did they just get chucked on the Thunder that was bringing ammo and nobody's sorted that out yet?" The Dragon asked again.

"I think they just chucked it on the Thunder that was bringing the ammo and we haven't sorted that out yet." The voice replied again.

"So… fly him to the brig, and away from my rifle and the siege laser that probably cost more than we get in a year?" The dragon asked again.

"Sure why not? It's easier than digging through all the ammo." The voice replied, this time full of frustration.

"Right, one fast transit flight direct to jail coming up." The Dragon replied.

At that Miss Militia quickly rushed towards the dragon and hoped that he didn't just fly off with her wayward Ward and hope that her Ward didn't touch the weapons if what the dragon said is correct.

"Wait! Don't fly him to the brig just yet." Miss Militia cried out.

Ghrathryn turned at the yell, cocking his head slightly at the sight of a woman dressed in what looked like old combat fatigues and a US flag scarf over her mouth. "Oh?" he asked, flicking his tail. "Considering what he was attempting to do, why shouldn't I hand him over to the military police?"

"Because I'm in charge of him and the rest of the Wards." Miss Militia replied now close enough to realize how tall the Dragon is.

"So the things he does come back to bite you on your arse?" asked Ghrathryn. "His team didn't manage to keep him from attempting to mess with Commonwealth military weapons, some of which would likely have details considered under state secrets acts, not to mention the monetary value of anything he damaged. Can you keep his feet nailed to the floor any better or do we, as Armoured Queen said when we got her, need to worry about him not keeping things in his pants?"

That caused a loud snort from the hangar in which she realized is a field armory as the amount of ammo made her eyes watered.

"Yes I can, because at least I know how to keep him grounded." Miss Militia replied. "Kid Win has some trouble with his tinkering but we can control him." She said that as she eyed the rest of the Wards who looked away and started whistling.

Frowning slightly, Ghrathryn nodded. "Alright, but do everyone a favour and keep him away from the Commonwealth gear and vehicles. If he'd tried messing with some of the jets, he'd likely have much worse than a blood flow related headache," he said, moving Kid Win over and dropping him in a manner that let him use his arms to cover his head.

"I feel dizzy." Kid Win moaned.

"Right, We'll keep him out of trouble." Miss Militia replied as she glared at the rest of the Wards who suddenly stiffen.

"Be glad it's dizzy, if Shirone had gotten you messing with any of her planes, you'd likely be in need of a nurse," Ghrathryn pointed out drily. "And I doubt she's even the worst about it."

"What does this Shirone do and how bad could it be?" One of the Wards, wearing skin tight black bodysuit with a mask in the shape of a woman's face with a stern expression, asked.

Ghrathryn turned to look at the Ward, arching an eye ridge at her. "She's a mechanic, pilot and an RAF Commando," he pointed out. "She's also a nekoshou that's at least part Franthryn. You ever seen the Naruto anime or manga? Because she can probably pull off most of the generic stuff in there, or could conjure a storm anywhere from city sized to right inside your brain, and that's presuming she doesn't just decide to show you how badly a cat can hurt you."

Said Ward could only let out a single noise, "Meep," she squeaked.

At that Miss Militia mentally notes that while making sure that Shadow Stalker doesn't run her mouth open, "Ok! I think it's time we get Kid Win back to our side of the base while we let the Cadets do their thing." she quickly said with the tone of 'don't argue with me' in her speech.

Ghrathryn nodded. "Probably a good idea, we've still got a bunch of cockroaches to crush and burn."

At that the dragon walked towards the field armory and Miss Militia quickly turned and marched her Wards back to the PRT/Brockton Bay side of the base.

Searching near the hangars of the military base they were on along with a group of PRT troopers, the last thing Ethan expected to find was Armsmaster, hanging by his own halberd, with only his helmet and a pair of boxer shorts to protect his modesty.

Add to that, that Armsmaster looked like he had been the star of a live action replay of a rather infamous scene in one of the few manga to make it out of Japan since Leviathan sunk Kyushu, and he perhaps could have been forgiven for spending a moment gaping at the man before starting to snicker.

"H-how?" He managed around his snickered. "Armsie, why do you look like you've just gone ten rounds with a bunch of feral cats?"

Armsmaster growled something, only for the sound to be muffled by a layer of duct tape over his mouth, though from the struggling, he wasn't best pleased.

After a couple of minutes one of the troopers managed to remove the tape from the other hero's mouth, drawing out a rather loud yell as he took some of the man's beard with it.

"S-so, the feral cats?" Ethan managed. "What did you do?"

"It's not funny, Assault," Armsmaster responded gruffly. "I was merely interested in the planes they have."

There was a snort at that. "Yeah? Interested means ask someone about them, not try to take apart a live fusion engine," the voice had the entire group looking around to find a fifteen year old girl with white hair and two cat ears on her head. "Do you have any idea just how badly you could have exploded things if you'd breached the safeties?"

"He did what?" Ethan asked, turning towards the girl.

"Tried to take apart the Dragonsparks, and damned near breached the containment on the NF-750 Aurora fusion air rams on a couple of them," the cat-girl responded. "That's not even getting into the trash we had to rip out of the computer systems on another of them."

"I had things under control," Armsmaster grunted. "Much better than a child like you would understand."

Rolling her eyes, the cat-girl snorted, bringing up an ID wallet to show the group. "While I might be young, I'm still a cadet sergeant who has been dealing with these planes for five years. Shirone Farrell, this," she jerked her thumb at the hangar behind her. "Is my hangar, and those birds are mine. Do you actually know how to even identify the safeties on the engines or weapons of the F-50B Dragonspark, F-16 Fighting Falcon, F14 Tomcat, Sea Harrier FA2, F-22 Raptor, A-10 Thunderbolt II, FB-92 Ebonlance, TC-21 Gentle Thunder, Boeing 400 through 700 series or a number of others?"

Ethan blinked, several times, trying to handle the cognitive dissonance of a fifteen year old actually knowing the technical details of some of the most advanced planes he had heard of, and some he hadn't. "Okay… so Armsmaster managed to nearly break a jet engine? I got that much, but what's special about these?"

"Fusion air rams are, put into layman's terms, nuclear fusion powered turbo ramjets," Shirone pointed out. "They have an operating temperature of around 5,000-10,000 degrees centigrade when running, and that's the low end. You release the magnetic seals or breach the containment chamber without cutting things out, at best your charred corpse will be found, or part of it after they manage to shut things down. At worst, they're nuclear power plants, not as much on the radiation side, but they can still explode pretty well," she explained, making several people pale under their helmets and masks.

"Of course," she continued, "that's not even counting that the crap he put on the computers could have tripped the weapons, meaning 5 MJ lasers, 10 MJ plasmas or either the SAARM-50 Gorgon, which is equivalent to five tons of TNT or the AMRAAM-20 Shockwave, which is around twenty tons of TNT per warhead. The Spark carries ten Shockwaves with six warheads each and twenty Gorgons." She gave the scratched man a glare. "Not even getting into the 10 MW fusion reactors, which could go up like 125 kiloton nukes if you managed to break them."

Ethan could feel sweat starting to form on his face as he thought about just how bad that could have been. There had been nearly fifty of the swept-wing fighters he thought she might be talking about, which would be 'bad', or more appropriately 'horrible'. He swallowed, trying not to think about it as a couple of the troopers with him fainted, their bodies hitting the ground with solid thumps from their armour. "R-right, well… Director Piggot wants words with Armsmaster anyway, I'll make sure she knows to not let him go wandering again. Blowing up the base is the last thing we want."

Shirone nodded, forging a dagger with her chakra and tossing it through the rope holding Armsmaster. "Good, get him gone, because next time he messes with any of my birds, I'm going to fry his nervous system or give him a nasty type of 'brain storm', get me?"

Ethan wasn't the only one to snap to attention with the way she asked that question. "Yes, ma'am!" Indicating for a couple of troopers to grab Armsmaster, he turned in time to see ice form above the two fainted troopers and melt into water, waking both up with yells.

"Good, get gone, I've got to make sure the Sparks are still flight ready for shelling a bunch of cockroaches," Shirone growled, turning back to the hanger.

"Well, that happened," Ethan muttered, shaking his head as the group started back towards the civilian side of the base, dragging Armsmaster by his halberd.