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Government Internal Memo 1997, No.

00026391 (Top Secret)

Dispatched by Central Authority

Secretariat Special Task Force Defense

Supervisor and Battle Experiment

Advisor of the Special Defense Army

To: Supervisor in charge of No. 9

1987 Battle Experiment No. 59 Program

(December 6, 14:39)

The preparations of this year's No. 12 program have been completed. The 2nd year class of Takashima High School, in the Kobe Prefecture has been picked for this year's experiment. The participants will be brought to the location on December 9th. All incidents, accidents, or unwanted situations that occur, you are responsible for No. 9. Proceed with extreme caution, concerning the incident that occurred in the last experiment.

Furthermore, all contents of this memo are to be treated as top secret information, and taken care of as such. All failures to do this, will be punished accordingly.

Looking up from the clean white sheet, that lay against his oak desk, Tamagawa Ryohei, frowned sourly. Bitterness engulfed his mind, after reading that last bit in the memo. If it wasn't for the last program 4 years ago, then Ryohei might not have been in charge with the next "delicate," one, and maybe his superior Nakatoki Hoban might still be dealing with the dangerous cases. He furrowed his eyebrows and contorted his face in a deeper frown. If it hadn't been for Nakatoki's failure to stop the bullets that penetrated his heart when, Shinji, the last winner of the program shot him, he wouldn't be stuck in this damning position. But then again he had to give a bit of sympathy to his last superior, after all who could stop a bullet racing at you, only meters away from your heart.

Awakening into reality again, supervisor No. 9, gazed around his conservative white office. Where was that bastard when you need him? Where was Sakamochi when you need him?

"Damn it! Sakamochi get your ass in here!" Shouted Ryohei, as he slammed his fist down on the polished surface of his oak desk.

The tapping of hurried steps could be heard not far away outside the office, as Sakamochi Kinpatsu, Ryohei's slow, and somewhat pudgy aide hastened into the room.

"Ya-yes sir. What do you need Mr. Ryohei sir?"

The blush that slowly appeared on Sakamochi's face, made him look much, much younger than he actually was. Especially the way he addressed his superior with such nervous glances, and hesitant responses. But then again, maybe the man couldn't help it, after all he was 25, and a man still unable to get anywhere above the post of Head Clerk of the Special Defense Force Mailing Department.

"Sakamochi, I need you to do something for me,' Tamagawa Ryohei, grinned, as Sakamochi gulped at the request, 'I want you to grab Sergeant Hisei, and his division, and have them transported upon the soonest ship to the location. Do you understand Sakamochi?"

Nervously Sakamochi nodded, and replied, with a murmured, "yes sir." Seeing that his superior was gazing back at the paperwork upon his desk, Sakamochi, hurried out of the office, to his next job.

Damn, apparently this years program was going to have to be a lot harder to control, considering the number of Imperialist American agents noted by SDF Intelligence to be located in the program's staff. Ryohei shook his head slowly, he sure as hell wasn't going to let himself be one of the casualties of this years grand "spectacle," like his slow-witted predecessor.

Fujiwara Hasebei (Male Student No. 8) glared, at the great orb of gold high above him. His head rested against the shiny window, aboard the prefectural-government provided school bus. This wasn't exactly the perfect day to be going on a trip to the local forest. Especially with the mass amount of finals coming up, Hasebei just couldn't bring himself to think about wildlife, picnics, and indigenous plants, when he had so much studying to do when he got back home.

Again he bumped his head against the window's face. Why did the Takashima High School 2nd year picnic have to be on a disorganized, and tiring day like this? Why?

Looking around the bus he stared at Minamoto Keiko, the one true girl he had been searching for his life. The smooth black hair that cascaded down her face, just seemed to make him smile. And the semi-oval face that held her beautiful complexions just seemed, so cute to him. He smiled and remembered on the day when they had met. It had been at their 1st year picnic only last year. While Hasebei was viewing the August cherry blossoms, he had turned to grab more tea, but instead walked into Keiko. After several brief apologies, she had mentioned that she was on her way to refill her cup as well. And so they walked back to the picnic area, and chatted warmly, to their delight.

"Ow! What was that?" A knock on Hasebei's head soon brought him back to reality. He quickly gazed around trying to find the miserable cretin that had hit him.

Instead he found no one. Because there was no one. Amazed he blinked his eyes and stared around again. Absolutely no one. Impossible. As he got out of his cushioned seat aboard the bus, he heard a sharp crack, as a the side of a Walther 7.65 mm pistol whipped him in the back of his head. He immediately stumbled forward, and lay knocked out cold against the floor. The Special Defense Force soldier behind him grinning pistol in hand, and radio in the other.

"Advisor Tamagawa, the last participant is ready for transportation, to the location."