6 August 2024

7:03 A.M EDT

Glowgen Armory Norfolk, Norfolk, Virginia

Outer Boundaries

Stanislav's blue eyes and mixed hair in a shade of brown glares Hamilton's frail person. Whoever thought he was a liability in crucial situations or the heat of combat quickly fall on their suspicions. Hamilton cowers away, the nails of his thumbs pressed his lips. His short, spiky hair with charred red tones as a pigment push out.

"I-I-I…"

Stanislav breaks the stare he produced when the intimidation overbore him, speaking with his normal voice again.

"Just speak it out."

"Okay…"

"Don't be afraid."

"O-Okay… Well, those four are pretty badass… Forgoing out of their way to attack an armory without significant help and assistance…"

Stanislav sighed, "First, even if they have military equipment, they possibly don't have the capabilities and training the rest of my comrades held."

"R-Really?"

He nods, streaking his hair from his eyes. Keeping his look towards Hamilton's near-black eyes.

"W-What did you guys go through…"

"I cannot say."

"Could you do something like that…?"

He shrugs Hamilton's question, countering with another, "What's with your stuttering?"

"S-Scared…"

"How old are you?"

"T-Thirteen…"

"What year?"

"Two-thousand… Eleven…"

Stanislav's fingers encircle the side of the wheelchair, grasping firm upon remembering the present year. Catching himself into thinking while twitching his person.

"What the hell was Glowgen's leadership thinking when they decide to recruit child soldiers…"

"What's your name?" Hamilton asked out of the blue, during Stanislav's contemplation.

"Stanislav," he replies.

"O-Oh… But S-Stanislav…"

"Yes?"

"W-What's on your, your, your m-mind…"

Stanislav bows his head slightly in a downward direction. His eyes conveyed through concern, "I will tell you what I believe if you accept that you keep this a secret from your Glowgen masters if you ever had to return to work that company."

"I-I will!"

"And you too," he turns towards Roosevelt, "Keep this between only me, you, and my comrades."

Roosevelt's head nodded, maintaining his non-interference that he kept while Stanislav continued with his words and conversation. Resting his back against the vehicle door he and Hamilton were in several minutes ago.

Stanislav adjusted his sitting and explained, "Glowgen is using children as contractors and/or workers. For some mysterious reasons, an agenda, or because it's a good business practice within their eyes."

"I-It's wrong!"

He'd chuckle while he snapped his finger, "Child soldiers are wrong. A correct assumption, Hamilton."

Hamilton's smile comes out, crooked teeth with color imperfections shown. Shockwaves coming from distant explosions closer to the armory's walls overlooked occasionally. However, not at the proportion from a few minutes ago.

Roosevelt kept an eye on the situation, notifying the two when possible movements from Glowgen's security detail questions their safety at their current location, a few steps away from the outer fence labeling the exit of the complex.

7:07 A.M EDT

Glowgen Armory Norfolk, Norfolk, Virginia

Exterior Zone

Except for Zelislav, who continued to provide enhanced coverage for Drahoslav, Dvinaslav, and Jaraslav, exhaustion strained their arms after consecutive grenade throws occur. Perpetuating high, thick, dusty, smoke. It was a sight all four and Stanislav had experienced multiple times. Maybe not in the form they've just performed, but when it came for explosion byproducts, it was already there.

"When are we going? Guys?!"

"We have an effective smokescreen, let's get going!"

Dvinaslav raises the Kord's ammo belt, Jaraslav follows suit with the gun itself. Charging seconds once both were up. Drahoslav follows behind, alongside Zelislav, still maintaining his proximity to the trailer.

"What now, Draho?"

"You and Jara are going to begin finding a weak spot within the walls. Do you two have your powers ready to use in the event personal defence is necessary?"

Both nod in response to Drahoslav's statement. Causing Drahoslav's loss of concentration on the two, facing Zelislav while more smoke brought into his mouth.

"Zeli! How's our flank?"

A few high caliber rounds with long intervals in between them breakthrough. A sign that nothing significant is going on, and the few that were happening, was preferably longer ranged and automatic gunfire silent.

All things considered, control was within their hands, at least outside the main part of the armory. Drahoslav went to inspect his MP9's. Pressing his boot against a disembodied hand, leading to his stare towards it.

Stepping off from the hand, signs of heat damage seared the fingers, part of the carpals directly exposed when a part incinerated. Bled completely and turned to a lake, painting part of the footprint his boot produced on the ground.

Although the sight of one hand in such a condition brings horror to the squeamish, there was more than just one person affected by their tactic. As the smoke clears, remains from other parts of the person and several repeats beyond one reveals. Torsos mangled and muscle fibers twisted, veins snapped into dried geysers, oceans born from human blood. In certain places, legs remain standing yet clothing wrecked, muscle and fat chiseled off the body, and putrification setting in.

From a distance, Zelislav shouts out towards his comrades, "Oh god! I'm gonna puke!"

Drahoslav rushed to Zelislav's post, stuffing his guns in his pockets while turning his person away from the comrades.

"Let it out. We aren't going to let our decisions ruin our chances. Especially since we've thinned out most of the security detail here."

Zelislav nods. Regurgitating the things he'd eaten over the last several hours across a sizeable part of concrete. Fortunately, wasn't much food due to their trip lasting across a few hours ago. And the meal they've eaten before wasn't too heavy to hinder energy and initiative.

In the meantime, Jaraslav and Dvinaslav began their extensive job in clearing an open space for their advance into the inner zone. Lying right past the walls, forested green stone barriers slowly damaged from the powerful cartridges coming into contact with it. Sent from at least a thousand rounds per minute in a few hundred round bursts.

"Keep them going, Jara! We need a good human-sized or greater hole to use!"

Dvinaslav maintained her supportive role for Jaraslav, allowing his manic laughter while he shot the Kord's tempo across the zone. Returning a sense of normalcy when the raid first started, bursts of one of the loudest noises most humans could hear.

Bit by bit, two belts consumed to the brim, a final row of ammo made to work with the Kord linked in. Raising the belt locker and inserting the first round into the firing chamber. Doubled down, then the carnage on the wall resumes as normal as practically as it could.

Still, in dreamland, his face warps his smile, yelling while he laughed.

"FLY! BULLETS! FLY!"

His female accomplice in his work stares towards him, backing away with the most disturbing glare. No further help for him was required, but the expense to his sanity slammed to aerosols at the moment. However, a dotted archway straight through the wall shows towards. What needed was to cut it true and there was a way in.

"Hey, Draho, we have a way in now."

Jaraslav got up, the smoke of the powder leaving the barrel while he awaits Drahoslav to find further words.

Not coming in vain, he noticed and acted upon the open opportunity, Dvinaslav and Zelislav brought in. Their next set of orders, considering Drahoslav's initiative, followed.

"Dvina, Jara."

"Yes Draho?" the two give him a look.

"Do we have C-4 and blasting caps?"

"Zeli found them in a break while Jara fired the Kord."

Drahoslav flicked his swish from his eyes hard, while he made a smirk, "Ask him to bring as much C-4 to us as possible. I have an idea."

Jaraslav drops his gun as he ran for Zelislav. Understanding a part of what Drahoslav wanted the explosive material for.

Dvinaslav used the time with her arms crossing, confronted in her snappy tone, "If there was C-4, why did you say about piercing the wall with bullets?!"

"A military-grade wall wouldn't get penetrated heavy calibre bullets from small arms, even from a heavy machine gun. By having an outline, we can apply C-4 within the bullet holes and the shape it made necessary to breach into the interior zone," he replies, seriously staring his comrade with his hands together. "You understand that it's important to know where we have to put it."

"Another thing was by the traditional exits, they might have defences ready to kill us."

"It's exactly why we're doing it this way."

Several minutes pass ever since Jaraslav physically messaged Zelislav about the circumstance and combined, a series of demolition blocks containing over ten kilograms of the substance arrives near the wall.

Now all four reunited, Drahoslav begins to explain their next course, "We're using C-4 to breach the wall. Stuff the area of bullet holes with C-4. Cover the area inside the wall of bullet holes with C-4, pluck several blasting caps, and get the fuck away before we blow it!"

His three comrades nod before proceeding with spreading C-4 like cake icing within the boundaries defined. And like most of their actions, one of them provided observation cover. More and more putty-like substance coated the section of the wall as time passes. Completed to adequacy in fifteen minutes, and took another two to poke blasting caps and another three to make it work together with a single signal.

"Step back! Watch the fireworks go BOOM!" Drahoslav suddenly spoke once everything was in place for their desired effect to come out.

He slams his hand on the trigger for the detonator. Roaring a fireball several times fiercer than the grenade volleys. Several kilograms shook the immediate area, glass on buildings shatters numerous fragments into shards. More than the outline crashed to bits.

Drahoslav gives them a look, "Did you see that! This is so satisfying!"

"HELL YEAH, IT IS!"

"We should be ready for immediate retaliation now the wall has been busted through."

"Fair, get your weapons," Drahoslav said again, pulling his MP9's from his pockets to his hands.

Dvinaslav, Zelislav, and Jaraslav headed to their weapons. Due to the lack of available manpower for heavier weapons, Jaraslav and Dvinaslav went back to the HK33's while Zelislav maintained using his high powered rifle.

Once the smoke cleared itself, the outlines of the breach of the wall became visible. All available comrades except for Zelislav lines themselves at the fringes as cover.

7:35 A.M EDT

Glowgen Armory Norfolk, Norfolk, Virginia

Administrative Building

Back in Hans' office, Hans didn't remain at his desk. Instead, fixing shook equipment and pictures. Especially with the pictures in the frames, he took particular attention to check for any glass induced damage against it, alongside brooming glass shards.

Arnold runs into his office, out of breath, sweating to the point of droplets off his eyebrows.

He gets up and salutes, "Sir!"

"What is it?! Did you know I'm busy! It better be important!" Hans shot back, halting his repair work to listen, regardless of wind complications.

He lowers his voice for the next part, "At O-Seven-hundred-thirty-two hours, an explosion has occurred in the north section of the wall, caused by the intruders."

"What's the current status of the complex."

"The defenses you've ordered out in the inner zone are still standing, as we've adjusted the direction once the explosion happened. Vehicles and crates, however, have been extensively affected."

"Damage and casualty reports?"

"The security detail had to withdraw into the walls once grenade detonations have happened. Ninety-five percent has been forced out of action. Sixty killed."

"Get CTO Miller on the phone, I have to require a talk with him," Hans ordered, hearing the brief parts.

"Got that, it'll be ready within several minutes."

"Make it two."

"Got it!"

Arnold withdraws from Hans' office, allowing his superior to do what he had to do before entering a call. Finished inspecting his framed photos, clearing his floor of most glass surfaces fell from the shockwave, and bringing the techno spear from its display, in the event he had to protect himself or go out there directly.

The longer it prolonged, the more risk his position was to the wrath of the boss. The prospect of his termination filtrating across his mind while he awaited Arnold to get the line established using a phone unable to ground his position and vulnerable to interception.

"The boss is on the line," Arnold said as he walked in once more.

Hans jerks the phone from his hands, "Perfect."

On the end of the line, Gabriel was already there, grumpy and the subtle rattle an engine creates.

"What is it, Hans? I'm not in a good mood."

"Sorry for having to call you, sir. But you're probably aware of the incident unfolding at Glowgen Armory Norfolk."

"I am aware. Why is this not contained by now?"

"I know you're angry, but can I defend myself?"

"You may, but don't expect it to work."

Despite the grim proposition, Hans explained, "Those kids we detected outside, they're smarter than we thought."

"No shit! They stole critical information about Glowgen while I was getting away from the company's shit in New York while on personal business."

"They're several meters from compromising key information about the armory."

"Did you fortify the interior zone?"

"I did, once it was becoming apparent they'll overrun the exterior."

"Is it possible for them to bypass the inner zone."

"Unsure."

"Justify."

"Give me a moment," Hans goes dark for a few minutes, no words exchanged between Arnold, or with Gabriel via the phone.

Stacked sheets of paper, a three-page brief brings to his hand, coming from August fifth, yesterday.

"The briefing report made by CTO Associates Gates and Washington regarding the attack made on you stated about their mysterious determination, unwillingness to give up, closeness, and mysteriousness of who they are."

"Did you read it directly?"

"Yes… I did because I only read it once."

"Next time, read a briefing several times. But that's not important. Have the alarms went off yet?"

"The pressure plates haven't been stepped by intruders, most likely."

"Is there gunfire that you can hear?"

"Not much, it's sporadic."

"Either it's being used precisely, or something is going on outside. What orders were given against them?"

"Kill."

"Why aren't they killing yet?"

"Let me get Arnold to look into it."

Already there, Arnold salutes, "On it!"

"Nevermind that," Hans spoke, back on the line to Gabriel, "We could, but we're trying to protect our assets here."

Gabriel's nerve struck, as his voice tenses, "What?! Why didn't you pull it up earlier! Hans!"

"I wasn't aware of the situation regarding the arrival of materiel! Let alone the equipment losses to those motherfuckers!"

"Goddammit, why do I have to handle those bastards myself..!" sighed Hans' boss, as mutterance from some people asked him to calm down.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

"I'm alright, besides your incompetence."

"I'm trying to get this situation resolved, CTO Miller."

Hans' messenger Arnold runs inside, red lights and blaring noise piercing his ears, "SIR! SIR!"

"What is it?!"

"They're within meters of the building. Surrenders en masse and the interior zone's in disarray!" Arnold shouted, sweating while calming his breath.

Gabriel heard it through the phone, which he asked for Hans, "What's going on?"

"Mister Miller asks you, what's going on?"

"Fire! Purple fire's burning those who decide to go down fighting! Severe burns!"

"Severe burns, fire, asset damage very likely."

Silence erupts from Hans, Gabriel, and Arnold. The advent of fire from them, purple flames, unnatural. Reaching the stress to Hans directly while he attached his helmet to his head.

"They're this close to the administrative building?" Hans asked.

Soon, the calm and collected voice known from most meetings people had with the Chief Tactical Officer of Glowgen interrupts with an obvious order, "I want all critical information about the armory to be evacuated. Hans, I want you to head this."

"A helicopter is too noticeable."

"Glowgen doesn't want some of the armory's secrets to be extracted, and a sufficiently ranked individual like you being lost could be a blow on the evidence being revealed in our investigations from the FBI and the Justice Department."

"Can I use the Incarnate Shot?"

"You may use it if you plan on fighting then."

"I'm ending the call."

"Alright, get this resolved in three hours."

Hans closes the line with Gabriel, proceeding out of his office himself. Staggering when he pushes a chair to his side.

"Sir…"

"Evacuate critical information and yourself. Those fools are going to be held off by me." Hans said as he vanishes to the stairs.

7:40 A.M EDT

Glowgen Armory Norfolk, Norfolk, Virginia

Interior Zone

Set in a square, the walls twenty meters on one side and forty on the longer ends. Wreckage produced from equipment set ablaze in violet flames. Most of the surrendered outside the boundaries. Drahoslav's hand leaking the same color of fire as the stuff on the ground. Distracted with a heavy deal of alarms triggered.

The edges of his eye come to the attention of the singular individual, with a distinguished stripe on both sleeves and a spear with a technological composition and in white and red. An unsuitable duo on the battlefield.

"Head back to Stanislav, I'll handle this person," Drahoslav said suddenly, approaching the new arrival to confront him.

His purple-haired swish flew into his eyes, before up from them again. Indifferent to the environments from his mouth and eye staring dead at the person from a five-meter distance.