Le Rouge et le Blanc
"I'm somewhat at a loss." Monarch comments about the HUD and HMD flickering like a television with a poor reception, as well as the instrument panel twinkling like a Christmas tree, after the bombardment of cruise missiles armed with cordium warheads. As the heaviest naturally occurred element, cordium shares many traits also exhibited by the Elerium 115 featured in the franchise of X-COM/XCom and Corium 276 featured in Submarine Titans, releasing a tremendous amount of energy but also being extremely volatile/explosive, if sufficiently over-accumulated and triggered within a sufficiently condensed time interval, the overall yield will be so violent that the surrounding atmosphere will be ionized, generating surges in electromagnetic field commonly known as electromagnetic pulses (EMP). That's why most of the electronic systems in After Calamity Era, especially those mounted on aircraft, have hardened EMP-shielding, yet against cordium explosions of this magnitude, literally a scale-down rerun of what happened in and around Prospero less than three months ago, even hardened EMP-shielding is ineffective. Monarch survives both events just for being lucky, as he happens to be far enough so his fighter(s) can withstand such abuse.
"Here goes Ronin's thrilling stories." After stabilizing as many systems as he can, the super-ace looks out of canopy, down to the thunderstorm bouncing between the clouds and the lands…correction, the molten lands, since entire Presidia is burning, collapsing, and sinking into a boundless boiling sea of magma, extending from the coastline to beyond the visual limit of the landward side. This process will last for days, so it's virtually pointless to search for any non-airborne survivors…in a radius of a couple hundred kilometers: "And here goes the victorious ceremony of entering the city too, not many locals, especially cuties, will present their flowers and kisses at sunset. Ouch, that really sucks."
Arnold Frenken: "Monarch, glad you're alive and still in air, too tough to reign the kingdom come, I see."
"Death at the gates again. Howling my name. I tear his robe, seize his scythe and punch him in the face, routine practice."
"I like your attitude, recruited you for that, beside the capabilities of mass-murdering…" Arnold Frenken is cut short by Dominic Zaitsev, apparently they're on the same ride, the fabled FC-8 AWACS, or he might be dust like Ronin — may Dust Mother make Ronin and his men's souls to rest in pieces…peace: "Sir, we have two more signals, Hitman 2 and Hitman 3."
"What should we do now?! The whole world is incinerated! Everyone is dead! DEAD!" Peter Kennedy loses his cool, an acquired symptom occurs more and more frequently since the battle of reclaiming Prospero, or what's left of it, from Federation forces: "We're doomed!"
"Calm down, hotshot. It's just Presidia and its surroundings, moreover, Presidia is not a geological hot spot like Prospero, and above all, our lives matter." Evelyn London, on the other hand, retains her composure.
Monarch chuckles: "My condolences to Ronin and those who fought with him, and if this 'everyone' includes Stardust, pardon me for feeling elated."
Evelyn London: "Not the best moment for this, crown-boy."
"One should not be ashamed of laughing over the misfortune of others. Humor is perceived by human brains alone, which sets us apart from all other beings. Jokes always involve the unexpected clash between reality and expectation. Someone with the name Wendy Northcutt, who lived centuries ago, stated so and started a website 'The Darwin Awards' to champion her statement, it's still accessible in Internet Archive even now."
"Fine. Whatever." The battle-hardened she-ace sighs: "We happened to evade too slow when the EM shockwaves hit, integrity of our systems is too compromised, won't be able to hold for long. Anyone has anything clever to say?"
Dominic Zaitsev: "Satellite uplink is down in this EM contamination, I can't determine how widespread the flare-ups are, nor raise any Cascadian units, nor bases. Maybe they're wiped out, or maybe just because the inferences being too strong."
"I deduce landward is no-go, move seaward, see if we can make contact with an aircraft carrier of Cascadian Independence Force participating the naval blockade, should they're not attacked and destroyed." Arnold Frenken makes a reasonable proposition: "After touching down, we'll help rallying survivors."
"And don't limit our choices in Cascadian items, try Federation vessels too, they should be placed further than Cascadian ones to the epicenter, given they were retreating." Monarch supplements: "Higher chances of survival."
"What?! Those Feds will execute us right there! We're Class-A war criminals to them! Do you understand?!" Peter Kennedy shouts: "You're out of your mind!"
"I have full confidence about our persuasive power." Monarch: "Your majesty, are the gold and diamonds Stardust paid us to stay still with you?"
Arnold Frenken: "…yeah, since people I recruited off-Cascadia are either dead or missing now, I'd like to say they'll be virtually in one piece."
"That's our ticket for food and board. Feds have to be crazy to turn down the wealth we offer, I'm sure most of them still possess such minimum capabilities of reasoning."
"Would you take the money if you're a Fed?" Evelyn London asks.
"Definitely would. I took Stardust's offer without hesitation at Rowsdower, if you remember."
"Then immediately gave all your payment to Kaiser to assist his recruitment in Periphery."
"Just sacrificing a small percentage for the bigger picture."
"Monarch, you're an incredible human." Arnold Frenken speaks with a praising tone: "I've met so many mercenaries in my career, none of them are like you: Educated, irreverent, realistic, yet have a big heart. You'd be a rogue hero or something if placed in an adventure movie."
"I prefer the term 'antihero'." The "rogue hero" chuckles: "Well, I'm a reflection of the protagonist of an old comic drawn by the cartoonist Buichi Terasawa, one of my favorites and it influenced me to be what I am. Once our current problems are worked out, I'll share the copies to you, satisfaction guaranteed…" He wants to say more, only to be interrupt by an additional voice in the radio, calm, but obviously with suppressed indignation: "Even an indiscriminate cordium bombardment can't take you down, how predictable. Fine then, I'm going to finish you off myself."
"I know that voice! How is this S.O.B not dead yet?!" Peter Kennedy snarls, ever since Operation Recall, he had developed a personal hatred toward a certain federal pilot.
"Fourth time is the charm." Monarch's attitude is playful as usual, somehow he's expecting this "Crimson 1" to show up. He was the one who brought down his entire squadron, official name Federation Peacekeeper Squadron – Crimson Team, during Operation Recall, Cascadian Independence Force's offensive against the federal stragglers holed up in the ruin of Prospero, all personnel presumed died for the entire theatre was dominated by lava, zero survivability for any bailed out pilots. But Crimson 1 lived and remained combat-worthy nevertheless, and comes back for the one who destroyed his team and his pride to settle the final score.
Dominic Zaitsev: "Nine-fighter formation, eight X-PF led by a Type Unknown."
Monarch: "Given how I royally bested him, he do needs secret weapons to balance out his chance, and I have a distinct feeling the Type Unknown he's piloting is the same model, or at least related, to the mysterious aircraft escaped from the scene, in Operation Null Star."
Arnold Frenken: "I don't think we can help here, egressing from current airspace and will keep finding a landing site."
"I'll catch up after this federal business." Monarch flies directly to Crimson 1's formation: "Gotta be a reward to be claimed upon the confirmation of your death, even the amount may be modest."
【Background Music:Kings】
【Extracted from Video Game: Project Wingman】
"You're a slave to history." Crimson 1's formation disperses and the leader craft, with an emblem looks like a crystal cluster of colored in red, with Crimson 1 in the cockpit, flies to his Chimera head-on.
"Last time I checked, slavery had been effectively abolished by Abraham Lincoln, some great political leader lived centuries before Calamity." Monarch also flies to Crimson 1's fighter head-on: "And I prefer the term 'slave to salary' since I happen to be a mercenary."
Crimson 1: "Even after Calamity, you fight against the only order that can guarantee the safety of your people."
Monarch: "I know quite a few orders beside Pacific Federation, maybe you should've be more attentive when studying geography and politics."
"You, solely, are responsible for this."
"At least you don't blame politicians, that's an improvement."
Missile alert goes off and Monarch sees his HUD and sensors are saturated by incoming signals. Crimson 1 and X-PF led by him attack from different directions, each releases a swarm of mini-missiles.
"Overwhelming me with sheer number? Not a bad idea from the perspective of probabilities, but since I've seen such tactic over Rowsdower and it didn't work there, then it won't do any good here." The mercenary ace immediately drops his altitude almost to the proximity of the boiling lava, utilizing the radical turbulence driven by the heat, as well as the EM interference to disrupt the missiles' trajectories. The fact proves the effectiveness of his move, for he evades all missiles even without flinging countermeasures.
Dominic Zaitsev: "…Monarch… (static) …relaying… (static) …transmission… (static) …bounced from a surviving Cascadian communication outpost… (static) …someone wants… (static) …make a deal with you…"
"Headhunting during a duel of fates? Interesting." Monarch: "Let's hear it, shall we?" He dodges three railgun slugs fired by three enemy fighters with ease — like aforementioned, these "railguns" barely deserve the name, therefore it'll take much more than just three if Crimson 1 wants to achieve even a mere "graze", let alone a hit, not to mention every time a railgun charges up, there is an advanced warning nicknamed "gun line" appears on the screens linked to passive sensors to demonstrate where the weapon is pointing: "Why can't we just switch the BGM to 'Duel of the Fates' from 'Star Wars: The Phantom Menace'? Wonder how many people nowadays ever acknowledge the existence of such an epic space opera sci-fi movie."
"This is Crystal Kingdom, speaking for the Pacific Federation." A new voice registers itself in the radio.
Monarch: "Hello there. This is the No. 1 super-ace on this planet callsign 'Monarch', currently serving in Sicario Mercenary Corps, hired by Cascadian Independence Force. It's all business, I'm sure you guys understand."
Crystal Kingdom: "That's why we're giving you this deal. As you can see, the Federation has nothing to do with what transpired at Presidia."
"'Transpired' is an understatement." Monarch continues to take evasive actions to nullify attacks from Crimson 1's formation: "But I take it you didn't order liquidating Presidian soil."
Crystal Kingdom: "The perpetrator is Crimson 1, disgraced leader of Federation Peacekeeper Squadron 'Crimson Team' who had gone rogue and had taken the prototype of the latest superfighter Federation Air Force is experimenting, along with eight AI-controlled prototypes of a midway model."
Monarch: "You really should've tighten the leashes on your dogs. And from hindsight, you should've had him grounded and detained after the first sign of disobedience, let's say…since the showdown over the Bering Strait, and don't you Feds have any psychologists in your ranks to treat those who're mentally unstable, and to screen out anyone 'politically, culturally, physiologically or psychologically challenged' before recruiting?"
"Accuse all you want, but the object truth is Crimson 1 now poses a grave threat to both Pacific Federation and United Cascadia, even to the entire world. So we call upon your service to eliminate him."
"The price is astronomical."
"We can pay astronomically."
"Five thousand kilograms of gold bars and five hundred carats of D-Grade and FL-Grade diamonds for me and for each of my friends respectively, all in advance and tax-free."
"Deal. Now sending you data concerning the enemy's weapon capabilities."
According to Crystal Kingdom, the unknown superfighter Crimson 1 pilots is codenamed "PW-Mk.I", contracted by federal military to Icarus Armories, one of the world's leading manufacturer of advanced gears for war. PW-Mk.I's airframe is super-hardened, for utilizing "exotic" means for power sources and powerplants — cordium batteries and cordium engines similar to those being used by aerial battleships, albeit miniaturized, with a thrust of this magnitude, it's capable of achieving extreme maneuverability and carrying items "too much of a burden" for fossil-fuel-burning tactical fighters, for example BML-U, "Burst Missile Launcher – Universal" — dozens of mini-missiles launched from several MRLS-like "launcher pods" integrated into the fuselage, swarming to a single target or dispersing to many targets, a more primitive version was firstly equipped by X-PF to take down Hitman Team above Rowsdower, and was proved insufficient, even with the support of an squadron of mercenary aces. Guess that's why now it's installed on both X-PF and PW-Mk.I, after undergone some sophistication, even there's only Monarch to be targeted. The once cumbersome cordium-tipped cruise missiles are successfully scaled down to be fighter-compatible, with the lethality unchanged, enabling Crimson 1 and UCAV under his control to deploy so many rounds simultaneously to smelt Presidia and its surrounding regions. Of course even with aforementioned excellences, PW-Mk.I is still a crude prototype, a number of design flaws should be corrected, like the belly-mounted railgun and two nose-mounted large-caliber guns that are not concealed, increasing RCS and air drag, and it even has external pylons for missiles, instead of stuffing them into weapon bays. No wonder Monarch comments "It has potential, but not quite there" after browsing the data supplied by Federation.
Although executing Crimson 1 directly can demonstrate how badass he is, but Monarch is very practical when it comes to do his job, namely pursuing the "successful" end instead of "elegancy", so the decision is bringing down all X-PF before carrying out the capital punishment. And to ensure the success, the protagonist must avoid frontal clashing against the superior number of the antagonist's side, then snatch every fleeting chance for putting a dent on it. So he pulls away with maximum speed, allowing himself maximum time and space to evade and to observe, Crimson 1 may come with a handful of king-cards, but Monarch has the two Jokers — the Black Joker is the initiative, for Crimson 1 is here to settle the personal score, so he must come to Monarch actively, making him prone to be tricked and trapped; the Red Joker, of course, is Monarch himself, just take a look of his performance throughout the war, quite self-explanatory.
"What do you have to show for yourself, merc? Blood? Gold? A broken throne?" Crimson 1's formation mounts a BML-U attack on the distancing Monarch.
"My answer is gold. Like I said before, I'm a mercenary, I sell my service to who's willing to pay an acceptable price, nothing different than a lawyer or a private detective." Monarch dodges swarms of mini-missiles with ease. Sorry pal, BML-U is not that impressive to him, as the protagonist, few things can really impress him.
"I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up." As the super-ace is sufficiently distant, Crimson 1's formation launches railgun attack in unison.
"Then you should come with a borer or an excavator, at least bring a shovel. Last time I checked, a fixed-wing aircraft is not for the job you just mentioned." Comparing with BML-U, railguns are even less impressive, Monarch has been attacked by railguns for countless times in his career, not a single slug ever neared him within…let's say ten meters, and neither this time will be an exception.
"You can't run! You can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal!" The rogue poster boy of Federation Air Force keeps discharging weapons, either from PW-Mk.I or from X-PF.
"Who says I'm backing out?" Monarch keeps taking evasive actions: "The deal is reaping your head and claiming the fat bounty on it, you're the one should run for your life."
"I'm Cascadian! You think I take joy fighting over my homeland?! Killing my own countrymen?!"
"Then I'll tell thee that being a Cascadian will be thornier than you suppose." Monarch doesn't mind his adversary is a Cascadian or not, every Cascadian has the freedom to disagree Cascadian way, not to mention Cascadian way is never 100% agreeable. In fact, he prefers federal way despite fighting against it, when it comes to money, personal preference takes a back seat.
"If you never showed up, I never would have lost all that I have!"
Monarch chuckles: "At least your life is still yours, even I'll have it soon."
The "final boss battle" goes on, with the protagonist on so-called "initiative defense".
"Me and you now. No distractions, no wingmen, no war. Just me and you. Whoever wins is the best pilot. Every safety's coming off. No second chances." While Monarch flies dangerously low and dangerously through the ruined Presidia, with X-PF after him, Crimson 1 keeps himself high and far. The cowardice of fearing the risk of making a wrong turn in the mazing town, or the smart of avoiding the unnecessary hazard of having a traffic accident among the streets, you may judge which motive is more reliable.
"Can't admit being insignificant next to me? I expect no less." On the other hand, Monarch risks himself for a good reason. That is, the constant EMI (electromagnetic interference) above the vast accumulation of super-heated, cordium-mixed lava, is giving the silicon heads of X-PF bad headaches, sensors and terrain tracking included: "At least you're not using those mini-Calamity-triggering cordium ordnance for now, even being blinded by sensibility. Maybe I should try the alternative of talking you out of this."
"'Monarch'. You use the name of a King, but what do you rule over, the dead?! The Federation fought for peace in this war and you denied them that!" Crimson 1 really loves accusing others, accusing others is always easier than self-criticism.
"Federation did nothing wrong, just lost a war. Bad luck they didn't hire me to kick Cascadian asses, maybe next time." As a mercenary, Monarch had long since been accustomed to accusations, the trick is not minding being accused.
"The people of Cascadia! Do you know what you've taken from them?! Their homes! And for what, to secede from the world?! What, you think you can fight this war again in 50 years' time?! Do you really think history will see it your way?!"
"Excuse me? I didn't fire any ammunition made by cordium. And why you think seceding from the Federation is seceding from the world? Besides, I never bother the historical evaluation about me, history is always controversial, even Axis Powers, the universally admitted villains of World War Two, have a lot of sympathizers."
"You don't even care why you're here!"
"I care, I'm here for money. And I think even federal military personnel make their lives by earning salaries."
As the unilateral impotent rage keeps going, Monarch manages to take out half of the X-PF by crushing them by bring down two closely-positioned high-rises with MLAG and passing through these collapsing structures before too late, which doesn't make Crimson 1 happier. Despite the setback, the rogue federal agent is not withdrawing: "How does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world?"
Monarch: "Never thought about it. But I may give a try once I've got some leisure time."
"The Calamity erased mankind once! Our chance to start again! This is how you've dealt with it?!"
"As far as I know, the Calamity do dispersed grave misery on Homo sapiens, but far from erasing the species. 'Erased mankind' means 'Homo sapiens went the way of the dodo', which obviously didn't happen."
"You drove me to this...this death and destruction over the Federation. Millions of lives lost... So many ghosts... Kill me, or be killed!"
"I am killing you." Monarch is diving to the molten land with a steep angle and maximum afterburner, after soaring to an altitude above the clouds. The remaining four X-PF dive after him and fire both railguns and mini-missiles to him and keep missing the mark. Suddenly a few objects are detached from the Chimera just as it pierces the mass of water vapor, also promptly disappear into it. Seconds later X-PF explode amidst the layers of clouds, apparently Monarch has devised some new tricks of repurposing his UGBL and UGBS-3 to anti-air application, similar to the Void-7 Seismic Charges equipped by Jango Fett's Slave I, featured in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, or the famous scene of Hoth Asteroid Field in Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back, or a combination of both.
【Background Music Stops】
【Background Music:Coronation】
【Extracted from Video Game: Project Wingman】
"This is my home! Here we are, fighting for Cascadia's soul. That's the deal you made, right?" Guess Crimson 1 is suffering logomania, must be a sequela of his previous defeats and it won't influence him in a positive way.
"Judging from your past actions, you don't quite love your home, or maybe you burned it down because it's your home so you think you've got the right of disposing it?" Agreed, Monarch is talkative too, but he knows what he's talking about and is straight to the points. To say the least, he's privileged to say whatever he likes and whenever he wants, since he always wins. A winner reaps everything, money, fame, women…also the right of speech.
"What happens when you shoot me down?! Can you even think?! What will you return to?! Where will you go?! We both know how this ends!" With all minions down, Crimson 1 has to do all the chores itself, but if eight X-PF with similar configuration of armaments can't get the job done, then his own chance is even slimmer.
"Simple, I'll be rich and I'll claim my rich after returning to my federal clients. That's how this ends."
"Kill me! Kill me and see what happens to this world!"
"According to my calculation, the impact of you hitting the Earth at terminal velocity has little effect on the Earth's orbit, so the conclusion is nothing happens to this world." Monarch casually dodges the firework-like constant railgun attacks originated from PW-Mk.I, guess someone in charge of designing this thought two-stage, spread-out ammunition is a good idea, and he must be an idiot for it defeats the very purpose of a railgun — precision. But since a railgun achieves precision by the velocity of its ammunition, all railguns in this universe have already had their purposes defeated in the first place.
"And my squadron! Do you think they deserved it?!"
"KIA is the major occupational hazard of military services. And what are your fighting for, actually? If you want to avenge your team, then neither act like a defender of the Federation nor pretend to be a protector of Cascadia."
"The Federation might try to forget about you, but I won't! This is for the good of the world! Either way, your life ends today! Die, mercenary!"
"Now you fancy yourself as a cult leader or something? But I'd say it suits you better than your current vocation, indefinitely."
"No...no, not yet! Come on, I've almost got him!" The altitude of the duel of the fates is gradually shifting higher and Crimson 1 screams angrily, for Monarch disables his railgun by remote-detonating several "aerial mines" improvised from the bombs he's carrying. "Come on, come in for that kill, you dog!" He strikes back by launching mini-missiles, then cordium-tipped cruise missiles to the mercenary and remote-detonating them, creating cordium fireballs of dozens meters in radius with EMP.
"Once again, I prefer cats. Cats are tinier, cuter, smell better too." Among the many privilege exclusive to protagonists is being capable of doing things antagonists are incapable of, so despite miniature suns come into existence in his proximity in a non-stop manner, Monarch never gets a scratch. Of course due to EMP's disruption, he has to switch off HUD, HMD and instrument panel for avoiding being distracted, he doesn't need them that much for possessing a pretty good handling of speed, altitude and orientation, plus the performances of armaments, just like those Jedi pilots in Star Wars, their "Jedi Interceptors" have no HUD and instrument panels are reduced to minimum, meanwhile the Jedi pilots themselves don't wear helmets, because they use the Force to acquire and live-update all necessary information about flying and dogfighting, another trait of being the protagonist. On the contrary, Crimson 1, for not being the protagonist, is badly hampered by his own ordnance, not only all mini-missiles are rendered useless by EMP, the flickering HUD and HMD, as well as the twinkling instrument panel also badly disorient him, the outcome is flying too close to those cordium fireballs and building up damage, again and again.
"Young fool. Only now, at the end, do you understand. Your feeble skills are no match for the power of mine. You have paid the price for your lack of vision. Now, Crimson 1, you will die." Monarch sighs and simultaneously punches the final blow, adding the last straw to break the camel's back, in the form of tossing UGBS-3 to PW-Mk.I and remote-detonates them to cripple its wings and engines, one bomb even gets itself sucked into one of the superfighter's intakes, just before being radio-triggered. It's a miracle the plane doesn't explode like a balloon, yet doesn't really matter.
"Monarch...when you hear the thunder... when the storm...comes for you...remember me." The dysfunctional PW-Mk.I falls into the clouds and its cordium batteries go critical.
"Minor question: How do I remember you without knowing your facial features? Oh yeah, photographs in federal archives. In that case, I'll remember you as a moron incapable of minimum reasoning. Your parents must fail miserably in educating their boy, maybe I'll find them and ask 'How do you comment on your son nuking his own homeland and blaming a mercenary for it'." There have already been too many hopeless idiots in ACE Combat, represented by Larry Foulke, Ilya Pasternak, Milosz Sulejmani, Mihaly Dumitru Margareta Corneliu Leopold Blanca Karol Aeon Ignatius Raphael Maria Niketas A. Shilage, Rosa Cossette D'Elise…now this Crimson 1 in Project Wingman sets up a brand-new record of idiocy. Wonder where the inferior limit of human intelligence quotient can be.
PW-Mk.I explodes into a huge cordium fireball, the largest one to date, amidst the clouds, but Chimera is remote enough to receive minimum EMP impacts. "Good kill." Monarch's reports his victory, brief and to the point.
Crystal Kingdom: "Great! Now go to the beacon we supplied, your friends are there too."
【Background Music Stops】
One hour later, the hero/antihero lands on an aircraft carrier in the formation of a Cascadia-Federal coalition fleet, serving as a rally point of survivors, and it doesn't really matter you're with Cascadia or with Federation anymore, for both are quite devastated.
"I donate all I have to the reconstruction efforts." After having his reward honored, Monarch does the unthinkable, giving back all gold and diamonds to who paid him.
"What?!" Representatives of both Cascadia and Federation are dumbfounded.
"A more specific version: I donate all precious metals and gems I received as payment to the reconstruction efforts of war-affected regions, as a part of the funding."
"Why?"
"You need a lot of time and money to rebuild. Even a mercenary knows better than to take advantage of it. What's the good of risking my clients, no matter former, current or potential, economically collapsed?"
"No personal interests? I don't believe a mercenary is this gorgeous."
"Of course I have. By making this donation, I'll have a vote in the coalition committee of reconstruction as a major backer, and by this, I'll be rewarded ten-fold from longshot, both politically and financially."
"That's taking advantage of us, you know."
"The man who gives victory in battle is prized beyond every other man."
"…you win. And your friends are planning the same, I take it?"
"Correct." One by one, Arnold Frenken, Dominic Zaitsev, Evelyn London and Peter Kennedy present their earned wealth.
"I just don't know should I hug you or choke you." The representative of Cascadia face-palms himself.
Monarch: "You should hug your federal counterpart instead, after exchanging so many fists with him."
"Ouch."
"I'm ready to receive a hug anytime and anywhere." The representative of Federation shrugs: "And I have a new job if you'd like to hear."
"Let's hear it."
"The committee is airlifting disaster-relief materials into Cascadia, the transports need to be escorted, think you can manage that?"
"I need a worthy aircraft, how 'bout a PW-Mk.I prototype? I also would like to have a look into its blueprint."
"Deal."
【Ending Theme: Super Hero】
【Extracted from Lupin the Third Part II】
