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An Assassin's Memories

Twenty-Sixth Shot: Invasion

Michael leaned out into the hallway and tugged his knife out of the wall. He wiped the blood off on his trousers and slid the knife back into his sheath. "Lucky?"

"I'm in position," the sniper answered. "What about you?"

"I'm in position," Michael answered. "Where are the VTOLs?"

"One has touched down on the roof and the other is orbiting," Lucky replied. "The squad in the orbiting VTOL hasn't even mobilized yet. These fuckers are really laid back."

"Take the orbiting VTOL," Michael ordered.

"Copy that kid." A massive report sounded. Then a massive explosion. "It's down. The wreckage is in the street about four blocks south."

"Right." Two men in tactical gear rounded the corner and Michael fired. Both men went down, a 5.56mm round having holed their skulls. Michael squeezed his radio's push to talk switch again. "Two more down Marshal."

"Four to go," Marshal stated.

"I have a vehicle approaching at high speed," Lucky reported. "Looks like a topless Humvee with a Ma Deuce. That'd be your friends, right?"

"Sounds like them," Michael answered. "How many. . ."

"Hold that thought," Lucky ordered. Michael remained silent. "Alright. Two Frenchies wandered into my line of sight. Two more to go."

"We have an update," Marshal commented. "Six VTOLs are bringing in light armored vehicles."

"Anything that would stop of fifty cal?" Michael asked.

"I really doubt it," Marshal replied. Michael looked around. This was taking too much time. Every moment he was here was one he wasn't at the Geo-Front. He straightened up and moved to the second soldier he had killed. He stripped the man's vest and his own jacket. He pulled the bloodied tac vest on and picked up his rifle.

"We're going."

"What?" Marshal asked.

"What?" Asuka asked.

"We need to go," Michael replied. "We need to get to the Geo-Front." The door slid open and Michael spun, rifle ready. The solder stared at them and then fell backwards.

"You owe me," Lucky gloated. Michael sprinted to the door and hit the ground. The other guard looked down in shock as Michael fired. The rounds slapped into the man's stomach at an upward angle.

"Last one down. We're heading out."

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"Hurry."

"I'm hurrying!" Asuka snapped as she was dragged along behind a man she had thought to be dead less then half an hour ago. They dashed out of the front of the school and towards a black NERV Humvee that had parked on the curb.

"Get in." Asuka climbed into the front passenger seat and saw Michael swing up into the back.

"It really is you," Yuji commented from behind the wheel.

"Yeah," Michael replied. "Hold on for a minute."

"For what?" Ginji demanded.

"Him." Asuka turned and saw another man jog out of one of the buildings across from the school. He was carrying a large rifle and there was an even larger one slung over his shoulder.

"He did the VTOL?" Yuji asked.

"Yeah," Michael replied. Asuka glanced down the street and saw a twisted pile of wreckage. She could only assume that was the VTOL. The other man climbed into the back of the Humvee. "Drive."

"Right," Yuji commented. He pushed his foot to the floor and the heavy military vehicle peeled out.

"Hit the alarms Marshal," Michael ordered. The old klaxons from the Angel Wars wailed to life.

"What's going on?" Ginji demanded.

"Lucky's people wanted all the civilians in shelters," Michael explained.

"You were the one who attacked a couple of nights ago," Ginji accused.

"Of course."

"Couldn't you have found something with a roof?" Asuka asked as the wind blew through her hair. "Maybe some doors too."

"Now she's making wisecracks," Yuji muttered.

"What's in this thing?" Michael asked, patting the heavy-looking machinegun mounted to the Humvee's role cage.

"M1 ball," Ginji reported. "Two hundred rounds. Be careful with it, that's all we have."

"That'll work," the stranger commented.

"Work on what?" Yuji demanded. "And who the hell are you?"

"This is Lucky," Michael replied. "He was my support and he's with the UN."

"The guys we're trying to kill?" Ginji asked.

"Pretty much," Lucky answered with a grin. "And the UN has brought in six armored vehicles. They'll probably be able to pin point us pretty soon."

"Really?" Ginji asked as he picked up a rather large and bulky weapon. "That's great. I've been meaning to try this bitch out."

"Where did you get an M25?" Lucky asked.

"Black market."

"Ah."

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"They're moving to intercept you." Michael glanced at Lucky. The older man nodded and shifted the safety on his M109 rifle into the off position.

"We've got incoming," he announced. Michael stood and gripped the spade grips of the heavy fifty-caliber.

"Where?" Yuji asked.

"Where?" Michael repeated.

"They're in a pack on a road that intersects the one you're on," Marshal reported. "They'll find you five intersections down."

"Will we beat them there?"

"With that nutcase behind the wheel you'll be fine," Marshal replied. "Jesus. I didn't know a Humvee went that fast."

"What's your guy say?" Ginji asked.

"They be on us in five intersections," Michael answered. "He also says that Yuji's driving is rather insane."

"This is nothing," Yuji replied. "You should see my wife. You buckle your seatbelt."

"Right," Asuka replied. Michael fought the urge to chuckle and pulled the charging handle of his weapon back. He doubted his former partners were ready for that.

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"There they are," Ginji stated as he stared at the armored vehicles hounding the Humvee. "What the hell are those?"

"Junkers," Lucky muttered. "They're in testing and development right now."

"Wonderful," Michael growled. The fifty caller kicked to life and a line of craters appeared along the lead Junker's hood before slashing into a parker car.

"What the hell are you shooting at?" Lucky demanded as he lined up a shot.

"This is a little awkward!" Michael snapped. Lucky glanced over his shoulder. The young man was sitting on the role cage awkwardly firing the machinegun from beside it.

"We weren't expecting to be chased," Yuji replied. "Obviously we would have looked for something more heavily armed." Lucky exhaled and fired. The 25mm high-explosive anti tank round punched into the thinner armor on the bumper and into the tire. The vehicle fish tailed wildly and slammed into a building.

"I have got to get one of those," Ginji stated.

"They kick a little," Lucky warned. The weapon the other man was holding barked sharply. The front windshield of the lead Junker shattered and then the grenade's warhead detonated, sending shards of metal into every person in the cab.

"Where did you get this?" Lucky glanced to his left and saw Michael holding an ancient Soviet RPG-7.

"Black market," Ginji replied. "That warhead. . ."

"I know what it will do," Michael interrupted as he took aim. "I specialize in Soviet and Russian weapons." He fired and Lucky watched as the warhead streaked through the air. It hit another Junker in the hood and sent the weapon slamming into buildings.

"It's scary how effective those are," Yuji commented. "Even today."

"Just keep driving," Michael ordered.

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"What the hell is going on?" Misato demanded as she stormed into Central Dogma.

"We're under attack," Makoto growled as he stared at the bak of screens in front of him. "Any guard details report in. I repeat, any guard details report in. Is anyone out there for Christ's sake."

"Nothing," Shigeru replied as he loaded a small black sub-machinegun. "There's no one out there man."

"There's go to be someone," Maya stated. She sounded terrified.

"Where's Commander Ikari and Sub-Commander Fuyutsuki?" Misato demanded.

"In true Ikari fashion he abandoned a sinking ship," Shigeru snapped. "No one has seen him all day. You know why? Because he knew this was going to happen."

"We don't know that," Makoto stated, "yet."

"Tell me you don't think he'd do it man," Shigeru growled. "Probably bumped off the old man too."

"Can anyone hear me?" Misato whipped around and stared at the console. She snatched up the headset and slipped it on.

"Who is this?"

"This is Section-9," the man replied. "We're coming in on the car transport. How's the garage?"

"How does the garage look?" Misato demanded.

"Swarming with enemy," Makoto replied.

"The garage is hot," Misato stated into the headset. "Suggest you don't go in there. Copy?"

"Copy," the man stated. "We're heading in."

"God damn it!" Misato snapped. "Who the fuck is Section-9?"

"Yuji Kaido, Ginji Takashi, Marlene Kaido. . .and Michael," Maya stated hesitantly. "That voice. Did anyone else think it sounded familiar."

"He's dead," Shigeru stated. "Like we're all going to be."

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"What'd she say?" Ginji asked. Michael glanced back at him. He had switched places with Asuka, who was now between Lucky and Ginji.

"She said not to go," Michael answered as he turned to look through the windshield and folded his arms over his chest.

"We're going in, right?" Lucky asked.

"Yeah," Yuji replied. "You know how to use a machinegun Lucky?"

"If its goes bang and can tear a man in half then I know how to use it," Lucky replied. Michael snorted and laid his machinegun on the floor so he could take off his vest. He shoved it into Asuka's lap.

"Put this on and get down."

"But. . ."

"Now."

"Okay." Michael leaned back in his seat.

"Where's Kari?" he asked quietly.

"She's safe," Yuji replied, just as quiet. "I left her with Marlene. We'll meet up later."

"Who's Marlene?"

"My wife," Yuji answered. "So. . .care to enlighten us as to what the fucking is going on? I mean, whose corpse did I have to ID and who threatened my wife."

"He was my updated clone," Michael explained. "SEELE seems to think that engineering their assassins makes them better then my kind."

"Ouch," Ginji commented. "So if he's better, then why could you kill him?"

"Just because he's stronger then me doesn't mean he's gonna keep running around after I put a few pieces of lead into him."

"Oh."

"We're here," Yuji commented.

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Lucky watched as the massive blast doors slid open. The UN soldiers on the other side stared in shock. "Ah look. They weren't expecting us."

"Boo," Michael deadpanned. Then Lucky laid on the fifty as the Humvee rolled forward. In the front seat Michael opened fire with his M60. Lucky stopped firing and looked around. The garage was too open to be anything but an effective kill zone.

"I think we got them all," he commented.

"Yeah," Michael agreed. "You have a replacement barrel for this thing?"

"They're in the back," Yuji replied as he maneuvered the Humvee into an open parking space. "What's the plan?"

"We get the girl to the big red Eva," Michael replied. "Then its all in God's hands. Frankly I'm just going to wander around and take care of the UN."

"Sounds good," Lucky commented as he hopped out of the back. Michael climbed out as well and walked around. "What about my guys?"

"They are moving to secure the Evangelion bays that we'll need to mobilize the Eva," Michael explained as he unlocked the barrel on his M60 and let the super-heated metal fall to the ground. It landed in a puddle of blood and sizzled. Michael locked a new barrel into place. "Didn't they explain the plan to you?"

"They told me to get a briefing from you," Lucky explained. "I was casing the city for the past two days."

"Oh." Michael pulled on a thick Kevlar tactical vest. "Let's get moving. We have quite a ways to go and many people to kill on the way."

-End

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-Author's notes. Argh! This isn't the last either! It's driving me crazy. All these plans I had for the finale take up far more room then I thought. It was either break down the parts of write a fifty page chapter. Sacrificing the ideas was not an option. Sorry.

To answer a long standing question I use a few websites for my information on firearms. One is and the second is world.