Omake: PPDF
Current year: 2147
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A tall African American man, his skin slightly gray walked on screen. An officer's uniform on him with half a dozen medals and dozens of honors stitched on his right suit breast. His cap was positioned in a way to make it look like his face was set in an eternal scowl.
The man gazed at an organized mass of armored grunts, neat lines. Hundreds of faceless mooks carrying the most advanced armor and weapons of any pacific army. The grey and light blue colors of the armor reflecting the rays of the sun of one in particular.
The trooper turned to the camera, the yellow lenses of his armored gasmask staring directly at the screen. The shadow's under his helmet lengthening slightly.
Then a buzz of static.
[PENDING… PENDING… PENDING… PPDF Archive… Operation: Iron Warden. Location… Hong Kong.]
The city of Tomorrow worked on endlessly, bright neon illuminating the massive city and the Area around it. Hovering cars and skyscrapers tall enough to go past clouds dominated the inner city as underground bullet trains carried people wherever they needed.
It is a city of progress, a shining beacon to pave the way to a brighter future. A city of science only bested by I-Island and Boulder City.
It was also a bastion of Democracy and liberty. Eventually paving the way for the formation of the Chinese Republic and the freedom for the Tibetan and Turkic peoples.
Truly in such a perfect city, nothing terrible could go wrong.
In a flash of light, an explosion rocked one of the many skyscrapers. Once the dust cleared a giant hole of left at the top of the building.
On the street level was a Giant of a man piloting a prototype Mecha. Its giant Arm raised at the building, the ion cannon slowly powering down.
The pilot smirked, no more boss to push him around anymore, that would teach that fat fuck not to mess his chief software engineer. His rapidly greying skin and sadistic look in his eye marked as something less than human. Something different.
The onboard AI, then showed up a pop-up on the screen, minor damage on his left side.
The Mecha turned and saw dozens of army grunts firing machine guns and low-grade missiles at him. He grinned as the rounds and explosives barely phased the treated polymer and titanium shell.
"FOOLS! YOU DARE STAND IN MY WAY?!" The Mecha raised its other arm as three Rotary R9-43 cannons popped out.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
The explosive .25 caliber rounds tearing through the mooks with ease and tearing up the pavement and cars.
The AI then warned him of an incoming target and he was barely able to spin around and block the wild haymaker from a human-sized target.
The Mecha barely moved more than a few inches. The hero then wounds up another punch but soon found himself caught in an ironclad grip as the Mecha's hands wrapped around him.
The Mecha shook briefly as another hero launched glowing pellets that exploded against Mecha's back. With a slight groan, the pilot flicked his wrist and the Mecha did the same, easily tearing the first hero in half as a cylinder opened up on the machine's back.
Half a dozen miniature homing missiles locked on the other hero and fled towards her faster than she could react. Her body turned into a red mist as the missiles hit their mark.
Before he could celebrate the side of his Mecha was hit by a pure blast of energy. He turned upwards to see a figure in all white flying towards him and blasting him with beams of white energy.
The beams did more damage than any other attack, he would have to deal with the pesky do-gooder quickly. He raised his Ion cannon and aimed. But before he could, a giant muscle-bound woman jumped forward and slammed an ax into the Mecha's arm.
The Blade cut deeply into the armor, before he could react the other hero's energy-covered fist slammed into his chassis. A corona of Energy scorching his armor and leaving a dent in it.
The attack sent him flying and he skidded across the ground for a moment before digging the Mecha's hands into the street and transitioning into a crouch. Once he stopped he powered on the Mecha's thrusters and shot forwards.
The Pure White Hero began to shoot more energy beams at him, with his superior movement he was able to easily dodge the attacks. Once he reached then his giant hand wrapped around the Warrior Women's leg and picked her up with ease before slamming her into the energy hero.
The hero is sent flying as their broken body slammed into a nearby wall as no more than a bloody stain. The mass of broken bones and ruptured organs slowly falling to the ground.
The Mecha then lifted the Warrior Hero and slammed her down into the ground harshly. The force of the blow cracked the entire street and created a small crater.
The Pilot looked down as the hero stayed unmoving except for light breathing, with every bone in her body broken she was useless in a fight. The Mecha's foot was placed on her chest. Blood spewing from out of her mouth.
He stepped down, the hero's chest being crushed completely as blood flew out of her mouth of now ruptured eyes. A sadistic smile on the Pilot's face.
Suddenly a bout of flamer washed over the Mecha, the pilot's sadistic smile transitioning into that of annoyance as the AI showed over a dozen pop-ups. Each one showing the damage taken in the battle and minor damage the fire was doing.
His sadistic urge took over once more as a tank-sized flamethrower popped over its shoulder. The targeting reticle honing in on the hero. The bure blast of Napalm shooting through the paltry flames.
The hero's eyes widened. "Oh no." The flames engulfed him and the building behind him. The 2,000-degree hot flames killed the man instantly and scorched the smaller building ablaze.
He looked over his handy work, his face set into a content smile.
[WARNING: UNIDENTIFIED OBJECT APPROACHING! ESTIMATED ARRIVAL TIME… NOW]
'Wha-'
Suddenly the ground shook as something slammed right next to him, the sheer force behind the blast sending the Mecha flying back and crashing into a building.
Once the dust cleared another Mecha stood in the crater, the Emblem of the PPDF on its right shoulder. A white phoenix amidst a blue background
{Target Acquired.}
Suddenly the PPDF Mecha dashed forwards as its thrusters activated. Before the other Mecha could react the PPDF Machine grabbed it before suddenly slamming it onto the ground.
The Pilot cursed at his rotten luck and raised his Ion cannon at the other Mecha. The PPDF pilot reacted far faster than he expected and the enemy Mecha wrapped its hands around the cannon and easily pulled it off before stomping down on the chassis of his mecha.
He raised his autocannons at the mecha and fired instantly, the rounds denting the armor of the PPDF mecha, and shot into the surrounding buildings.
Before any further damage could be done the enemy Mecha unsheathed a pair of monomolecular wrist blades and cut into the cannons. The blades destroy the cannons and cut into the Mechas arms.
Thinking quickly the napalmer popped back over and fired flames into the PPDF Mecha. Making it stumble backward, taking the opportunity the sadistic pilot engaged the thrusters and stood upright in a moment.
He then socked the PPDF Mecha with a rocket power sucker punch, denting the plating on it.
In retaliation the PPDF pilot swung its wrist blades, cutting into the prototype's chassis and leaving a deep scar on its plating.
It then dodged a wild blow from the prototype and cut its right arm off at the elbow. The PPDF mecha then quickly grabbed the napalmer with its freehand and wrenched it off, tossing it aside quickly before socking the dazed Mecha.
The PPDF Mechas free hand then transformed a plasma gun in its stead. The gun formed a ball of superheated energy and shot it into the other Mecha point-blank. The plasma almost tore the machine in half.
The superheated gasses almost cooked the pilot alive. His burning flesh glued to his seat as he tried to breathe, the melted plastics and metals slowly choking him to death.
The PPDF mecha helped him upright as something popped over its shoulder. The weapon began to charge up and within a moment a red laser beam shot into the chassis and penetrated within seconds.
The laser killed the pilot in an instant and caused his body to explode like an overfilled balloon.
The PPDF Mecha let the prototype drop to the ground, the pilot's job was done. He then radioed command.
"Come in Overlord. Come in. Target is down." The pilot said coolly. Almost immediately a voice came from the radio.
"Roger that Iron Warden, how's the new Mecha treating ya?" The robotic yet slightly feminine voice asked over the radio.
"She handles like a dream Overlord. Felt like I beat the shit outta that bastard with my own two hands."
[REPORT: MECHA PROTOTYPE T-95 fallen into villain's hands, Manufacturer will be investigated. Meanwhile, Prototype R-91 showed more promise. Development will continue into the R series models.]
The PPDF can show you locations all over the pacific. From the city of Tomorrow Hong Kong to Beautiful Singapore.
{PENDING… PPDF Archive… Operation: Nexus Raid… Location: [REDACTED].}
Under a calm and serene forest, a largely abandoned bunker off the coast of Iwo Jima, who used it before. No one knows, and it doesn't matter. It held a treasure trove the was slowly being unearthed.
A team of scientists wearing hazmat suits monitored what looked like a blocky and slightly broken console behind a glass dome.
A pair of engineers tinkered with a giant spider bot mounted with miniguns that have long since fallen out of repair in another room.
All over the facility weapons of a bygone era were being re-invented, all for the goals of their mysterious benefactor… somewhere in Japan.
Outside the facility, just at the entrance stood a pair of mercs, wearing basic Kevlar and armed with old AK-74s.
One of the mercs pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled two out, offering one to his buddy. The other merc took it while the previous one fished for a lighter.
Just then a 7.62 round shot through both their heads in one fell swoop. 200 yards away sat a sniper in jungle camo, a suppressed SG-71 in his hands. A longer version of the battle rifle used by the PPDF. A Camera Jammer on the front end of the rifle.
The Marksman reached for his radio and clicked it on. "Entrance clear."
{"Copy that Ranger."}
Just then a Nightingale Stealth Hovercopter descended over from the sky, two dozen PPDF SWAT Operators descended from craft and quickly formed a perimeter around the landing zone. Half were armed HK-500 series rifles with four more wielding P90s, two others were armed with M-90 automatic shotguns.
Each operator was covered head to toe with carbon-fiber armor, composite polymer plates interlocked under the fibers to create armor that was almost bulletproof to conventional weaponry and offered protection from acid, fire, and electricity.
Their helmets included a gasmask that could filter out 99.9% of airborne particles and the visors offering ballistic protection for the eyes, among other things.
All in all the operators were armed to the teeth with advanced gadgetry and equipment. This was the Raider Team, one of the many SWAT teams employed by the PPDF.
Once they were sure that the area was clear the leader signaled to the craft to leave. He then signaled for one of the operators to step forward.
The shotgunner nodded and stepped forwards, shouldering his gun before pulling out an electronic lock pick. The operator held it to the door for a moment before it unlocked.
Just then a rifleman stepped in and grabbed a hold of the door while the shotgunner held his gun and readied himself. The two operators nodded and the rifleman flung the door open, the shotgunner quickly stepping inside and going down the staircase.
The other operators followed suit, forming a slow line as they descended into the bunker.
The Operator Commander leading in from the back. His own weapon being a slightly modified version of the HK-500. An ACOG mounted on the rifle along with a modified pistol grip. His code name… Team leader Ghost
"Alright, here's the plan. Divide up into three squads, Squads A, B, and C. B will be responsible for taking out the power, located on level 2, and go silent this time. We'll wait for the power to go kaput before we move out, Shotgunners will go to squads A and C respectively. Any questions?"
He was met with no visible reactions from the Operators, he nodded in approval. "Roll out."
Almost immediately the four operators formed into their own squads, two SMGs and two Riflemen. Silencers were quickly attached before they descended into the base. Operators Rameriz, Mason, Harban, and Toshi would clear the way.
The four reached the first level and immediately went into stealth mode. Checking every corner as they made their way across the floor.
{"Hold up, shitheads, 15 yards out. Eight of em."}
{"I see em Rameriez, You take the ones on the far right. Toshi, you got the far left. Me and Harban will take out the middle ones."}
{"Fuck yeah."}
{"Hai."}
{"Yes sir."}
The eight unaware mercs were suddenly killed instantly, and 5.7 and 6.5 rounds burst open their heads. Splattering grey matter all over the cold concrete.
The operators moved past the bodies without any second thought, moving onto the next room.
Encountering four more mercs playing some kind of card game while drinking and smoking. Mason sneered slightly under his mask at the sight of the death sticks. What a wasteful hobby.
Mason raised a fist and then dropped it, with mechanical lethality the operators killed the unaware mercs with ease.
Moving on with the same monotonous precision as always. An air of utmost professionalism to them.
They reached the end of the first level, as they made their way down it the door next to Toshi suddenly opened, he reacted quickly by pulling out his combat knife and stabbing it into the chest of the Merc, the blade stabbing into his heart.
The Operator then shot two other mercs within the same room with his P90.
Mason nodded in approval and waved Ramierz over, {"As far as I can tell, there are three more rooms on this section of the level. Me and Ramierz will search the left. Toshi and Harban got the right."}
The operators nodded in unison and went off in separate directions. Mason held the door handle as Ramierz stood opposite of him. He opened the door and Ramierz fired off two shots instantly. Two bodies hitting the floor.
The two wordlessly went off to the next door while Toshi and Harban found an empty room.
Ramirez held the door handle and Mason's grip tightened on his P90, then the operator flung the Door open and Mason aimed down the holographic sights of his PDW.
Firing three successive rounds, each finding their marks in the heads of three mercs.
The team regrouped and headed off towards the second half of the level. The squad saw well over two dozen mercs scattered across the second level, and at the end was the power control system.
The operators nodded to each other and took aim, controlled bursts of fire silently, and effectively took out most of the mercs in one blow. And with night superhuman reactions the team gunned down the rest of the mercs with ease.
[Level secure.]
Mason walked towards the power box and pulled out an EMP device and attached it to the box. Almost immediately the lights began to flicker and then turned off completely.
The Operators turned on the night vision mode of their helms and Toshi radioed in the rest of the operators in reserve. {"Power's off boss."}
{"I read you loud and clear, your new objective is to find and capture the lead scientist. The Brass wants them alive. They'll be at the fourth level, should be an elevator to your right."}
{"Copy that Boss."}
The operators moved towards the mentioned elevator, Harban pulled out a jack and stuck it into the rim of the doors by beginning to pry it open with the rim.
Once it was open all of the Operators pulled out grappling hooks and shot them at the ceiling of the elevator chute and began their descent.
Once they reached the fourth level Mason turned to Ramirez and nodded, the operator gaining a smirk under his mask. He shouldered his rifle and placed his palms on the doors of the Elevator.
On the other side, three dozen mercs freely conversed with each other, talking about whatever as they guarded a team of scientists at the end of the floor.
"You ever notice why we're out here?"
"Here?"
"Yeah. I mean, what are we doing? Protecting some shitty console, the lights always turn off, it's creepy as hell here. I mean, what's the point? "
"We get paid."
"Sure but… Hey, why is the door glowing?"
Suddenly the elevator doors shot out towards the mercs, the steel doors going at racecar speeds turning everybody in its way into Gorey ragdolls and body parts and bits of bones flew all over the room.
Those left alive by the sudden assault looked shell-shock and blood caked them. They had no time to process the four operators charging in and mopping up the unfortunate survivors in a hail of lead.
Just then another merc covered in blood ran down the stairs from the floor above, a look of terror on their face. They froze upon seeing the operators and before any of them could do anything another Operator from above lept on the merc, driving their combat knife into the jugular of the Merc.
Hunter then twisted the knife and let the merc drop dead. The operators nodded at their fellow and he nodded back in return before the four made their way to the end of the hall.
Harban pulled c4 from out of his webbing and placed it in the middle of the door. Then two operators piled up on each side as Harban held up the detonator, as soon as Mason nodded he pulled to trigger.
The door exploded and the four rushed in, time seemingly slowing down as a dozen mercs shielded their eyes from the explosion.
The four operators took them out with methodical precision. The rounds easily punched through their armor and ruptured the soft vital organs hidden within.
The mercs barely stood a chance against the operators. And hiding behind some counters were the scientists who slowly got out and raised their hands in surrender.
[Civilians: Detain.]
The operators quickly rounded the civvies up and cuffed them with zip ties, wasting no time securing the room. They then found the VIP, a small Asian woman of Japanese descent among the scientists.
{"Boss. VIP is secure."}
{"Affirmative, B team stay here and guard the floor and civvies."}
{"Understood Boss"}
Ghost then turned to the two other teams, the operators waiting for instruction. "Team C, you have the objective of eliminating the leader of this little shindig. Team A is with me, we'll secure the Improbability drive. Intel indicates the dumbass is on the sixth level while the drive is at the bottom."
The Operators nodded at him and Team C went over to the next stairwell while Team A went over to the open elevator, shooting grappling hooks into the ceiling while descending.
Before team C descended to the next floor the Shotgunner, Charles. Tossed a flashbang down the stairs. As soon as it went off he dropped down.
Coming face to face with a dozen or so blind and dazed mercs, he aimed his shotgun and fired off five blasts. The buckshot tearing the unprepared mercs apart.
Then three other Operators, two with rifles and the other with a PDW open fired on the crowd alongside Charles. The combined fire easily decimating the mercs.
The operators continued, each member checking every direction for a possible area of attack. Charlie and one of the riflemen, Herc, went to the left. While the other rifleman, Cho, and the PDW operator, Baptise, went right.
Charlie and Herc walked side by side towards the end of the hall, suddenly a merc with an AK jumped out of the room. Before the merc could so much as think of firing a 6.5 round shot through his skull.
The two operators continued and reached the door at the end of the hall. Herc grabbed a device from his webbing and put it to the lenses of his mask. After a moment he turned to Charlie and raised a hand, showing four fingers.
The operator nodded and pulled out a flashbang while Herc held the doorknob before opening it slightly while Charlie tossed it in. Once the bang and frightened screams were heard Herc flung the door open.
Herc fired four rounds, double-tapping two mercs while Charlie blew golf ball-sized holes in the other two.
The familiar retort of the HK-500 and the P90 from the other end of the hall signifying that Cho and Baptise had cleared their room.
Herc suddenly tensed up before turning around and turned around before firing two bursts, nailing two mercs running up the stairs. The operator then pulled out a frag grenade and flung it over the railing and into the level below. Screams were heard before an explosion rang out.
The four operators quickly regroup and went down to the next level, Cho leading the group and firing off three bursts the wiped out and survivors of the blast. Baptise firing off two shots and nailing another two mercs that were running down the hall towards them.
The operators picked up the pace and began to jog towards their destination, dozens of mercs standing in their way and popping out of hiding spots to try and ambush them.
But with the Operators Superior training and reaction speeds, these threats were quickly neutralized as buckshot, 6.5mm, and 5.7 rounds tore through the mercs like paper. The SWAT operators the complete image of professionals with how they acted and fought.
Each member covered each other's flanks and they made their way to the next level. Herc shouldered his rifle and jumped over the railing, N99 10mm pistol in hand.
The Operator crouched down as dozens of mercs fired at him, his team opening fire back. Herc fired off eight rounds, the lead hitting eight targets square in the chest while his team took down the rest of the mercs with controlled bursts of fire. The Mercs meanwhile just unloaded their guns at the operators, throwing trigger discipline out of the window.
Thanks to their superior armor and aim the operators easily won the skirmish, suffering only minor damage to their armor. Though these bullet impacts would certainly leave a bruise later on.
But they carried on regardless, any mercs that tried to ambush them were quickly taken out.
Once they made it to the sixth level the operators found themselves in a long hallway, with only two concrete pillars on either side for cover. A Door at the end of the hall being the only one there.
The Operators tensed up as they slowly approached the door. Suddenly the door was flung open and a beast of a man wearing Powered Combat Armor stood before them, a mini-gun in his hand.
The Operators quickly dashed behind the pillars as the mini-guns barrel spun and began to unleash an unending storm of lead down the hallway. The pillars quickly chipped away under the hail of fire.
The man then relented with the fire for a moment as laughter began to echo down the hall. "HALT! YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON AAHW PROPE-"
The man was cut off as a flashbang landed in front of him, the blinding light temporarily blinding him as the Operators loaded in AP rounds before rushing out of cover and firing at the Power Armor.
The hail of bullets piercing the armor and punching through the man underneath. The operators did not relent as they fired every round they had in their clips until they ran dry.
Leaving the Power Armored man looking more like standing swiss cheese with the sheer amount of holes in him. The man stood still for a while before leaning forward and crashing into the ground in a pile of yellow blood.
The operators reloaded their weapons and walked over to the body, Baptise leaning down and taking the helmet of the man off. The face of an old and grey-skinned Nexian greeted him, given the yellow blood and lack of difficulty he assumed it was an Engineer they had killed.
He hummed to himself before nodding to the rest of the Operators before turning on his radio.
{"This is C team, target is neutralized."}
{"I read you loud and clear, hold the position until told otherwise. If we fail in our mission you and B team will secure the Drive. Over and out."}
Ghost and the three other operators stopped just in front of the sixth level, the Seventh floor was blocked off by the elevator, the emergency brakes on.
The team unhooked the grapels and stood on the elevator, Ghost nodding to another Operator armed with a PDW.
The Operator, code-named Echo, pressed a button on the side of his helmet. Looking at the Elevator for a bit. "Five inside, four armed. Are we allowed civvie casualties, sir?"
"Yes. Marko, gas em.""Yes sir." The shotgunner reached into his webbing and pulled out a canister of TA-1. A chemical agent that causes immediate organ failure to any that breathed it in.
Echo pressed a button on his wrist pad and unlocked the hatch on the elevator. Marko opened it slightly before pulling the pin of the canister and dropping it inside. He then quickly closed the hatch.
The screams of those inside went ignored by the PPDF Operators, only noticeably reacting when they died down.
Marko opened the hatch and jumped in, the other operators soon following. Their suits and masks protecting them from the chemical agent.
Ghost turned to the Operator and nodded at him.
The Operator, codenamed haunter, pulled out a wrench and placed it in between the elevator doors. Opening it enough that the TA-1 began to seep through, enough of it that it began to choke those closest to the elevator.
Haunter then fully opened the elevator as each operator began to stick to the sides of the elevator. Once the doors were open the Chemical agent began to leak freely but mostly stuck around the elevator.
Just then a hail of gunfire spread forward, most hitting the halls and the open elevator. Few skidding off the armor plating of the Operators.
They all waited for the shooting to stop before popping out, night vision helping them see their enemy perfectly. Each operator then began to fire at the mercs, the accurate bursts scything through them instantly.
Soon the floor was cleared and the Operators began to walk towards the eighth floor. Each one sticking close to the other as Ghost slowly walked down the stairs, acting as point man.
He then leaned to the side and fired two shots, two bodies hitting the ground below. The Operators quickly descended the stairs and began to search the floor.
Scanning for any more hostiles. When they found none they descended into the ninth and final level.
A large reinforced door standing in their way, wordlessly Haunter stepped forward and placed a brick of c4 on the door before piling up on one side with Echo. On the other side was Ghost and Marko.
Haunter held the trigger for a moment before pressing it, blowing the door wide open as the team entered.
Three dozen targets, one dozen unarmed. They opened fire instantly. Each member firing off controlled bursts so fast that the mercs were barely able to react in time, one three firing back.
All but one of the mercs missed, the round barely phasing Ghost as it bounced off his shoulder plate.
All that was left was the scientists, huddled around a glass dome with the drive in the middle.
"W-Wait w-"
He was cut off when Ghost put a bullet in between his eyes. The other operators followed suit and gunned down the scientists without remorse. It was their orders after all.
Ghost walked towards the dome and grabbed his ACE deceive. ["Overlord come in, this is team leader Ghost of Raider Squadron. Drive is secure."]
[Copy that Ghost, pick up team en route. Well done."]
["Just doing our job overlord."]
PPDF Standard armaments.
SG-71: Swiss battle rifle modeled after the SG-553, chambered in the bigger 7.62mm round and is designated as a battle rifle, useful in both medium and long-range combat with many PPDF Marksmen favoring the rifle. 20 round capacity
HK-500: German rifle, based on the previous 416 rifles and Chambered in 6.5 Grendel. Robust, accurate, and reliable. It is the standard rifle for the PPDF. 30 round capacity
P90: PDW by FN, chambered in 5.7mm. All around the best combat weapon available. 50 round capacity
Five-Seven: Standard carry for a vast majority of the PPDF troopers, high capacity, and great all-around performer. 20 round capacity
Colt N05: American pistol that is with a long barrel and large heavy frame. Size is to mitigate the recoil of the powerful 10mm auto cartridge it fires. 13 round capacity
"Hey Deimos, ready for the next OP? … What do you mean it's been outsourced to the Chinese?!"
{Operation: Ghostmaker… Somewhere in Japan.}
Two people sat in an old Ford 2025, wasting the time away by chatting and eating donuts. One a tall and lanky man with an uneven shave and salt and pepper hair, his pupils a deep red and his scrilla completely black. His skin was slightly grey. He wore an ill-fitting and ragged suit without a tie, he also wore a pair of old converse
The Person next to him was a mid-sized woman with short brown hair and tanned skin, her violet eyes scanning the Area slightly impatiently. Her athletic physique hidden by a blue bomber jacket with a grey t-shirt and loose jeans. She wore a pair of black sports shoes.
Both agents had a Colt N05 strapped in their Shoulder holsters. Ready for action.
The man grabbed a chocolate donut and eyed it for a moment before scoffing and throwing it back.
"Something wrong old-timer?" The woman asked as she grabbed the discarded donut.
"Don't. Guy that made em was sick today. Sneezed in his hand."
The agent sneered at the pastry before throwing it back into the box angrily.
She then turned to her partner with a questioning look. "Hey, how does your quirk work anyways?"
The man chuckled. "Not too sure of it myself, I look at stuff and I just know things about them."
"Mhmm… Can you look at me then?"
"Really? Last time someone asked me that they almost decked me afterward."
The other agent chuckled. "I promise not to deck ya… even if I'd want to."
"Pinky Promise?" The Agent said sarcastically.
"Cross my heart and swear to die." She replied with an equal amount of Sarcasm.
The Agent chuckled before looking at his partner. "You are twenty-seven years old… You were born on November 9th, 2120. And you're not wearing a bra."
The Female agent began to blush and looked like she was gonna punch the man beside her before taking a deep breath and calming herself. And turning her gaze back to the street while the male agent silently chuckled to himself before calming himself down.
"Hey, sorry about that."
"No it's fine, I asked ya to do it anyway."
"Yeah but I- Wait… I see him."
"Really? Where?"
The Agent pointed at a tall, muscular, and perfectly suited student on his way to school, a wild mop of green hair on his head and a pair of red tea shades covering his eyes.
"That him?" She asked
"Yup. Doc's little pet project. Izuku Midoriya, Vigilante known as the wraith, Son of… huh."
"Huh?"
"I can't see it."
"Must be a first for you old-timer."
"Nah. But it's still weird, like an important page being ripped off a book."
"Weird analogy but ok…" She sighed before reaching into the glove compartment and pulled out an ACE deceive.
"Overlord, we have found the VIP. I repeat, we have found the VIP." She spoke into the ACE
{"Excellent, keep an eye on him. And throw the local authorities off his trail, they're getting too close for comfort."}
"Understood overlord, over and out." She put the ACE away and leaned back into her chair, a neutral frown on her face.
"You want to say something."
She sighed and looked at him. "No secrets with you huh?"
He let out a humorless chuckle. "Not really."
She chuckled back before looking at the mop of green hair in the crowd, her razor-sharp senses easily picking him out.
"I just don't like it, why'd the fucker have to choose some kid? Somebody as young as him has got no business in war."
The older agent shrugged. "Got no clue, Doc is the only person I can't read… he's just blank."
The younger agent scoffed before feeling a headache start to set in. "What a fucking mess."
ACE Unit: Device that works via miniaturized Improbable Technology and Nexus energy. Able to connect with others all over the globe without the need for satellites or data. Unlimited energy and can do everything a smartphone can do, nigh-indestructible.
CHOWDAH! This Nexus energy got me acting rather peculiarly. Lmao, jokes aside, it's me. I'm not dead if you're wondering. Not a typical chapter I know but I wanted to do some world-building considering that BNHA cannon has shit for it. I mean sure there's the M.L.A way back when and I-Island, but there's not a whole lot of anything else.
So yes this is where the fic begins to start diverging from cannon and become slightly AUish. Also if you're wondering the SWAT guys look like the Kerberos Panzer Cops from Jin Roh.
Anyways let's get to those dang reviews.
ManwithaPlan113: Yeah man, everybody's got a code. And he'll get his own chapter to himself
SolSprada369: Lot's more Training sims to come amigo, Hank's not gonna relent when it comes to shaping Izuku into the ultimate badass.
Reader: That you're right amigo, in more ways than one.
Yeet: "Now listen here you little shit, I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class at the navy seals academy and…" Hank continues ranting as Izuku looks on in terror.
CharacterOne: Glad you think so amigo
omega9028: I haven't watched Xionic Madness yet, If I do I might consider some elements of it. I haven't decided yet.
Ok that about wraps it up, If you live in America remember to mourn the Veterans of this country who've sacrificed everything in the line of duty. Stay safe amigos, and remember the fallen.
