Chapter the Fourth: Plan
"So far all of your plans have failed for one reason," I lectured. Me and twenty fairly high ranking soldiers sat hunched in the back of a van plastered with computers and electronics. Exactly what you would think of when you hear the words "secret mission."
"And that flaw is your targeting. You've been attacking the Guyver directly and every time your Zonoids were completely massacred. Haven't you people ever been told? Aim for the horse if you want to hit the master."
"But sir," piped one of the nameless foot soldiers "We've tried taking his friends."
"Ah, yes. The Segawa siblings. Good concept, but the gashes you've been putting in Fukamachi are too shallow. Bio-booster armor doesn't tear easily, and we want to pierce the heart. Hmm, I can tell from your stupid looks that you're not understanding my metaphors. I'll put this in terms a little more laymen. We need to get someone closer to him. Bring up a file on his father."
"His father? Won't he be a little hard to kidnap?"
I look to the foot soldier that had spoken, smiled and said, "No. Of course not. Only because this is no simple kidnapping. When you go in to take the boy's father, I'll take Fukamachi himself."
"What?!" exclaimed one or two of them.
"You heard me. Don't think for a moment that we're going to take him for imprisonment at the Relic's Point base. That would be too much of a risk. I'll take him into the mountains where I'll keep him entertained."
"Sir, if you don't mind my asking—"
"I don't."
"How are you going to be able to keep the Guyver away if you don't have any hyper Zonoid troops?"
"Don't worry your foolish little head. I have someone."
How long had I lay with her? It was already dark. I must have been here with my arms around her for hours.
"Mizuki?" I whispered into her ear. It was no use, she was asleep. The only noise came from Dad and Tetsuro's cheers, still fixated on the baseball game. How could the same place who gave us baseball give us that scum, Hajime, son of Chronos. Don't worry Mizuki. We won't let him touch you.
My thoughts were suddenly torn to shreds when the window burst apart in a rain of crystal tears. I sprung to my feet and Mizuki sat up on the bed. A figure was outlined in the window frame, hunched like a Gargoyle. I couldn't bio-boost in here! It was so cramped that the energy field would destroy Mizuki.
My head cocked backwards when I was startled by a second crash from downstairs. When my head turned back a second later the figure was less than two feet away from me, and his leather booted foot raised mid swing. I tried to move from the way but too late. The hard metal from a zipper on the side of his foot connected with my neck, and all was black.
The phone was ringing. Answer it. Would you answer the goddamn phone?! I reached into the black and drew forth a gray thirties style earpiece.
"Hello?"
"He feels like a grishnak on his banana wrist and the manga man lives outside of his body. The seringe of Valkyre won't let him leave the set walls of his video game, and he describes every moment of incubating bloody floors on hotel napkins . . ." It was spouting gibberish. A wrong number and a bad line. That really didn't matter, however because the receiver was slowly changing in my hand. It rippled and reformed. I looked at it puzzlingly. That is if I had a face.
It was now the one thing I didn't want to see. It had made itself an unbonded Guyver unit. I gripped it tightly as I could despite my longing to throw it away. I brought it an inch from my face. The living tissue under the bio-metallic casing closed itself quickly over control medal. It had blinked at me.
"Wakee, wakee, Guyver One." My eyes opened, this time with no comforting bedroom ceiling. I scuttled to my feet and quickly took in my surroundings. It was they outskirts of the forest. We couldn't have been far from school. I looked to where the voice was coming from. Someone was standing just inside the forest, veiled in shadow.
"Wh-who's there?!" I called. I didn't need to ask.
"Just a friend. But a friend who knows that it's in my best interest to make sure you don't go after your father."
"Guyver IV!"
"BIO-BOOST!" he shouted. The woods were suddenly illuminated enough to see his face, but by the time I managed to look it was already obscured by his unit. Several trees were incinerated, pushing the forest's hairline back several yards.
In the crater was the glory-demanding figure of the fourth Guyver. His armor was a shade of forest green, and the muscle tissue mail underneath was a deep navy. His armor was sleeker and more organic looking than my own, the way Guyver II's was, and it was accented by many flamboyant yet purposeful spikes. His head looked strangely large and oblong, but that was probably because it housed four head sensors rather than only two.
But the truly remarkable thing about this Guyver was now unfolding from back. Huge bat-like wings with a span of eight feet or more. They were webbed with that same dark blue muscle tissue. He flapped them once and rose several meters into the air. Two shots of green light shot from his head beam threw up burnt chunks of earth as they hit on either sides of me. I wasn't going to wait for him to stop firing warning shots. It was time to kill a friend.
I filled my lungs with air and bellowed, "GUUUYYYVAAAAAAA!"
