Warning this fanfic contains occasional coarse language and some violence.
Written by The Shadow
Disclaimer
Queen Serenity and other canonical Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon characters are the creation of TAKEUCHI Naoko and are copyright jointly to her, Koudansha, Touei Animation, and either TV Asahi or Fuji TV, depending on which season. Calcite, Azurite, Margrave, Titanite, Sylvite, and Pyrite are the creation of Mark Latus, one of the SME core members. Alan Thomas and Alisin Windwalker are the creation of Craig Reed. All the other characters not mentioned here are the creation of me and as such are owned by me.
Some of these characters haven't appeared YET in this story but will.
The men settled in behind quickly made temporary barricades and shelter while Mort and Tad checked their gear under their coats, nodding to each other they settled in to await those who would dare disturb the Underworlders.
Mort and Tad took a quick look around, then looked at each either, their eyes said all they needed to without words. They were all fucked pretty badly unless they could come up with something fancy real god damn quick.
The men behind the bar were making the Molotov's and putting them up on the bar with alcohol soaked rags in the tops and necks of the bottles. Others readied what little weaponry there was to be had in a place like Crystal Tokyo. There were a few shotguns some sub machine guns and an assortment of pistols ranging in calibre and effectiveness.
"Alright everybody listen up," Tad yelled out "I'd like to help you all here because if you're screwed, then really I'm screwed."
They smiled at this some even smiled.
"Are you happy to listen to me?"
"Yes."
"You betcha."
"Sure man."
"No problem."
Was the chorus of replies he got back. He smiled these guys new Mort and Tad were packing probably a lot of gear, not to mention they'd been around long enough to know some of these guys and they knew him.
"Alright then everyone move the barricades and the tables in front of the entrance, put the weakest barricades at the front so that when they smash through our guys can throw the Molotov's and the wood will catch better.
Those with a SMG I want you to be in the second row behind the strongest barricades. Everyone with a shot gun I want you to space your selves among those with the SMG's evenly. If and I mean IF someone next to you is shot and they have an SMG pass your shotgun to those with pistols who will be behind the last barricades. You will then use the SMG. If you run out of ammunition fall back and escape.
I want you guys at the bar to keep up a steady stream of Molotov's. Everyone else, your job is to keep those at the bar covered so they don't get shot and drop a bottle of flaming alcohol on us. Everyone got that?"
They all either nodded or said yes and got to it. Mort turned to Tad and asked "So where are we going to be?"
Tad bared his teeth in a grin "Why in the front line of course, where else?"
Mort laughed "I don't know why I even ask sometimes."
"Neither do I actually."
As he watched the Underworlders run around arranging barricades and preparing, he knew that unless he got everything right they would all most likely die here. But, if he could get everything right then there was a good chance that most of them would win.
When they were ready he called out "Don't forget people you have cover to stay behind, only take shots when you feel it's safe, they will have cover too so you need to pick your shots and not take risks. Same goes for everyone even you guys at the bar."
They all settled in to wait.
While the Underworlder's waited inside their hidden refuge, the Nemesians patrolled outside looking for an entrance to some kind of hideout. They moved along the walls looking for a suspicious seam or gap in the stonework in the operations area.
"Commander over here! I think I've found something," one of the soldiers exclaimed.
"He's right its here, up in he join between the support post and this wall," his companion mercenary moved away from the same spot after finding the button.
The commander moved quickly over to the position of the two mercenary's and inspected the wall for himself, running his hands over the smooth rock and along the apparently seamless joins.
"There I've found it, well done boys. Now everyone over here, we have the entrance to the targets location I want the heavy support troops in first going down the middle and the medium to the left and right of the center. We shall move forward and throw some grenades to soften them up and then we move in. I want controlled bursts of fire not mindless spraying, got that?"
"Roger," the soldiers chorused."
"Alright then lets move out."
With that order they all gathered around the entrance to the base, un-holstering their weapons and turning off the safety on their various guns.
"Get those charges in place dammit." The commander was moving around dispensing orders to all he encountered.
The four men designated moved up to the large stone door and placed four charges, two at the top two at the bottom in a rectangle shape, and set the timer and moved away quickly. The other mercenary's already well back braced themselves for the explosion, their weapons ready against their chests.
The timers clicked down and some of the men and women felt sweat run down their backs as the timer approached zero. Then there was a click and the four charges detonated simultaneously with an implosive crack and boom as the door was blown into the shelter and the support shifted as the bedrock above and below suffered from the wrenching forces.
Then the dust settled and the mercenary's stood up gripped their weapons and charged into the well lit room in front of them. They had about three seconds to register the tables and barricades before the bursts of gunfire started and the blood flew.
Mort and Tad squatted behind the makeshift barricade in front of them Tad was talking to Mort and some of the defenders.
"Like I said it's only a matter of time before they find the button and the door although they won't use it they'll just blow the door in to make it easier for them."
"So what do we do?" A man in his middle ages looking tired asked.
"As soon as the door is down we lob all of our grenades and Molotov's into the hole or in front of the hole and then we start firing as they come in, simple enough for you?"
The Underworlders nodded. They knew that both Mort and Tad followed the Keep It Simple Stupid or KISS principle and they liked the idea of simple quite a lot.
On the back wall above the bar the red silent alarm rotated inside its plastic adding a red glow to the room as it moved around its never-ending path. The defenders of the underworld settled in and waited. Some grew nervous and tried to relax others just sat and made their peace, expecting to die, still others checked their weapons over and over.
Suddenly four clicks were heard from the door. Mort and Tad looked at each other "Shit," they said in unison.
"Watch out people they're using military breaching charges, brace yourself now and get in cover everyone they're coming in." Tad got down behind his barricade and grasped Mort's hand.
"Good working with you buddy, this is just in case we don't make it."
Mort returned the shake "Same here buddy."
They got out their weapons and got ready for the door to come down.
It almost seamed to happen to fast for them to see it. The door came slowly crashing down to the floor with dust billowing out behind it in a vast cloud.
Tad yelled out to them all "Throw them now! Throw them!"
In an arc of death homemade grenades and a couple of military anti-personal grenades flew through the air towards the hole in the wall of the Underworlder's shelter. In seeming slow motion men and some women ran through the hole wearing black armour and black military fatigues. Each of them had Sub-machine guns or rifles carried low to compensate for the recoil of firing on the run.
Tad and Mort put their guns and heads above the barricade and fired off a few rounds into the group of mercenary's. Their victims fell to the hard stone floor blood spurting out of their bodies as the two men found the gaps in the mercenary's armour that they needed to find. Then the others started to open fire. The mercenary's faltered under the wave of death coming their way and dropped down to the ground to try to find some cover.
Then the grenades went off. Waves of shrapnel radiated out from the grenades with the anti-personal grenades doing the most damage. A wave of jagged pieces of metal rose up and shot into the surrounds, be they wood, stone, metal or mercenary. Those closest were reduced to a bleeding bloody pulp instantly buy the shrapnel. Those further away felt the white hot metal enter their bodies rupturing their skin and puncturing their organs. Those furthest away from the explosion were somewhat unlucky in that they did not die instantly but instead would die in agony from their wounds and blood loss.
The mercenary's kept coming, now however they threw their own anti-personal grenades or High Explosive grenades at the Underworlders. Some bounced off the barricades and landed a few meters from them and couple made it over. A grenade landed next to Mort who grabbed it and lobbed it back at the mercenary's in one smooth motion. Others weren't so lucky. A grenade landed near a middle aged man with a pistol. He made a scramble for the grenade and missed it by centimetres. A look of horror came across his face followed by resignation as the grenade went off and his clothes became soaked with blood as the shrapnel turned his soft flesh into a bloody puree.
Gunfire erupted from the automatic weapons of the mercenaries raking the tops of the barricades with death, picking off those not fast enough to take cover. Mort and Tad stayed behind their barricade taking cover from the hail of fire coming in.
"Man, we can't take much more of this," Mort said ducking back down from a quick glance over the top of the barricade.
"I know, I know, we need to get back on the offence," Tad replied wincing from a loud shriek from one of the mercenaries wounded.
The mercenaries' grenades went off.
The first two barricades collapsed after being blown apart buy the H.E. grenades. A wave of metal death followed instantly rushing through the air faster then and eye could track the shrapnel took down more of the Underworlders in bloody barrages.
A piece of shrapnel pierced the wood between Mort and Tad appearing as a twisted metal spike. Mort raised his eyebrows sardonically "Shall we?"
Tad looked at him, looked down, muttered something under his breath and said "Lets do this."
Mort nodded, reached inside his coat and pulled out two automatic pistols and moved into a crouch. Tad unstrapped the sub-machine gun he had hidden.
Tad looked at Mort, pulled a grenade out and asked "Ready," Mort did a quick survey of their position and nodded "Yeah, lets do this."
They both thumbed off the safeties on their guns and flexing their muscles leapt up and to the side. Mort fired bursts of hollow-point 9mm bullets at the clumps of mercenaries on his side while running sideways. Bullet casings fell to his feat hot from the barrels of his pistols as he continued to burst away. Wherever he shot he hit them never missing a target, he kept moving and firing the mercenaries missing him with every shot. He rolled along the ground and came to a stop behind a concrete steel reinforced pillar to reload his guns.
While this had been occurring Tad had pulled the pin on his grenade and with a powerful throw got the grenade where he wanted it., right in the middle of the enemy. As they grenade flew through the air Tad got up and fired a burst of bullets at the soldiers in the path of the grenade to keep them down, then running to the opposite side of Mort he strafed the mercenaries with bullets. Blood flew and people died as the grenade flew through the air tumbling over and over towards its victims.
The grenade landed on the pocked concrete floor and rubble, a red light on the side of the grenade blinked three times and then a flash of heat and white erupted from the small device and spread outwards vaporising all in its path.
Tad dived and rolled along the ground reaching the relative safety of a piece of concrete sheeting taking shelter from the grenade. He pressed the release and the empty SMG clip fell to the floor, he replaced it with a fresh one and looked across at Mort. Seeing him behind cover reloading he made some hand signals. 'You go up round your side I'll move to the middle and cover you,' Mort signed back 'Got you I'm ready when you are.'
Tad fixed his grip on his gun and nodded to Mort who braced himself with his back against the pillar and both pistols in his hands. Tad looked around him, most of the Underworlders were in cover popping out their guns every now and again to take a shot at the mercenaries. There were some down but they had done better then he had dared to hope.
He focused on the job at hand. Flicking the firing mode over on the gun he angled the SMG and leaned out from around the sheet. He squeezed the second trigger set in front of the first on the gun and heard a satisfying clunk as he fired a grenade that exploded on impact into the midst of the mercenaries. The grenade obliterated those at the centre of the blast and moved some of the rubble.
Mort moved out from behind his pillar and moved forward, taking cover behind the rubble of the wall and the broken and smashed barricades. He looked around taking note of the obstacles in his way as he moved forward towards the gaping hole in the wall surrounded by the dead bodies of the Mercenaries.
The Underworlders quickly looked over the tops of the barricades and then ducked down frightened of being shot. Mort unclipped a flash bang from his belt and swivelled his head to look at Tad. Tad nodded back. With a grunt Mort pulled the pin and hefted the flash bang out the gaping hole and down the tunnel, they heard a dull thud as it went off. Mort got up fast and sprinted out his pistols clasped in both hands. Tad ran out from behind his cover close behind Mort, they reached the edge of the hole and dived out, rolling along the dank tunnel floor.
The tunnel was empty. The only living thing in the tunnel was the two men, they did a full three hundred and sixty degree turn back to back covering each other. The only thing to be seen were the dead bodies of mercenaries too close to the grenades that the Underworlders had thrown earlier and some of the victims of the fire fight who had died with bewildered looks on their faces. Here and there liquor that had splashed onto the walls from the Molotov's was burning and the occasional corpse had a burning limb or their torso on fire. Dank water dripped down from the roof, and from the pipes shattered by the explosions water and other less savoury things splashed onto the walls and floor of the tunnel.
Tad whistled the all clear and the Underworlders came out from behind their shattered or intact barricades. Some of them did not. They walked out into the tunnel, looked around then turned to the two men.
"Well sir's what should we do now?" One of the men gathered the courage to ask. Tad looked around and came to a decision.
"Take the weapons and strip the bodies of any ammunition and anything else useful. We cant stay here the CT scanners will pick up the amount of damage here eventually and when they do we need to be far away." Tad turned towards the man who had asked him what to do.
"Do you know another way to were everyone else is?" Tad asked as he stripped the closest mercenary. The other man's brow creased with thought for a moment.
"Yes I know another way there, why do you ask?" the man frowned.
"I want you to take everyone there and protect them, stay hidden and tell them to do the same you don't want to be caught at this late stage." Tad finished stripping the mercenary and turned to the men. "That sound good to you?'
They all looked at each other and their self elected spokesman looked at Tad.
"Yeah that should be fine we'll manage, what are you guys going to do?"
Tad holstered the extra gear and said "The two of us are less conspicuous so were going to go to the surface, we also have citizenship so we'll be fine."
"Ok then boys I guess we'll see you around." The men turned back to their grisly work and as they were finishing they looked up and saw the two men turn around a corner further up the tunnel.
Well that's that chapter done that took awhile but I didn't really want to spilt the chapter into 2 parts. Please read and review, and ill have chapter 4 out ASAP. Thanks everyone