His eyes flitted across the horizon, staring at the concrete wasteland which purpose is to drain the water during a storm. Unlike your regular storm drain, this one is extremely large, a former river forcibly packed into cement to create a storm drain canal. Alex stood at the mouth of a very large tunnel, his body hidden by the gloom of the tunnel itself.
"Seen anybody?"
Marisa shook her head as she scanned the horizon with her binoculars. "None ze, only concrete as far away as I can see"
Alex nodded at her reply. "Good, keep looking"
Alex looked upward to the skyline of LA, hoping that he can see a glimpse of a hidden Youkai, hoping that he was truly alone in LA. The last thing he need is some trigger-happy Youkais coming in and making his work harder to hide in public. Trying to smuggle guns and equipment in large quantity in basically in the middle of a busy city is hard enough, he doesn't need some hungry Youkais barging in to mess up the deal.
Alex looked at his watch, realising that it is 3 in the morning. He chuckled quietly to himself as he observed the area around him. "What's so funny?" Asked Marisa as she continues her vigil.
"Don't visit the LA storm drain canal at 3 A.M"
Marisa raised her eyebrow at this statement, but she ultimately ignored the snickering from the thug earlier. She still doesn't understand his humour nor the outsider world humour. "This fool…" she muttered to herself as she continues scanning the area in front of her.
Thankfully, she doesn't need to wait longer. A pair of light suddenly appears from the darkness, cutting through the dark gloom of the tunnel with its strong lamp. Rolling through the night, it is a large white van with 8Ball written at the driver's door.
The van then with a surprising show of dexterity stopped its advance and proceed to slide sideway toward the tunnel, stopping at the mouth with Alex facing the grin of the driver itself.
"Nice drift"
The driver is a portly 25-year old black man with a pair of deep green eyes, a shock of bleached black hair and a cheeky wide smile that shows his gap teeth. "Hey Alex, how's your girl?"
"She's still fine as hell" Alex replied, making Marisa slightly blush from her hiding spot. "Ya got the stuff?"
The driver chuckled at his question and slapped his seat. "Never thought I'll actually deliver takeout for your dumb ass. We got KFC buckets, McDonald Apple Pie and some fine Domino pizza"
Alex nodded. "I take it that you don't get into trouble?"
The driver laughed at his question. "Are you serious? This is the easiest delivery I ever made! Doesn't even need to bribe the guar-"
"Contact!"
Thanks to Marisa's intervention, Alex have time to drag the driver out of his van and hide behind it as the enemy comes from where the driver just came from. 4 souped-up grey sedan rolls up upon the pavement, their driver's door and hood reinforced haphazardly by metal roofing plate. They stopped at around half a kilometre before stopping. After stopping, each window upon the sedan rolled down and several gun barrels poked out of the aperture, peppering the tunnel where Alex hides in with bullets.
"8Ball…" Alex said softly, but there was a hint of annoyance in his tone. The driver whom we shall call 8Ball raised his hands up in defence of himself. "hey! They weren't there when I got out man! Nobody trailed me!"
"Now's not the time bro, I don't want any of my men dying over a shipment of fast food" Alex said to him. he then proceeds to pull out a silenced Uzi from his backpack. "You got any more weapons on you baller?"
"Got a shotty in my van, I'll try and get it but these fucker ain't seem to want us have it"
"Hey money!" a loud harsh voice emanates from the attacker. "Give up the loot and we won't kill you! You're surrounded asshole!"
Alex only growled as the man told him of his condition. Yes, he appears to be surrounded, but he wasn't truly alone. After all, trying to smuggle in stuff all by yourself would've been extremely tiring and time-consuming.
Alex then softly whispered at the radio in his vest in Japanese. "Shimakaze, Okita, suppress them on my signal"
Alex then looked at 8Ball and spoke in English. "Guard the shipment"
The gangsters inside the cars are restless, but they are disciplined much to their credit. They didn't rush in as he expected, but waited with bated breath like he does. Alex knew that this is a bad sign. Thugs rush in, they don't do any of the higher thinking in a gunfight. But their weaponries and their sedan proved that somebody has been supplying them and he hoped that they didn't supply them with capable men as well. Alex growled to himself as he came upon the decision.
"Now!"
A barrage of heavy yet silenced gunfire came from the tunnel itself, catching the thugs by surprise. In their confident attack they didn't account the fact that Alex didn't come alone. Some of them cries out in surprise as the rounds nearly hit them. Alex saw them roll up their windows and start to move their car forward.
"Marisa! Gas them!"
Unseen by the darkness of the tunnel, Marisa Kirisame grinned as she aimed her MGL at the pavement in front of the sedan. Per Alex's order, she carried both explosive and tear gas rounds in this kind of operation. She fired 3 shot in rapid succession, effectively blanketing the entire front with painful fog.
The car stopped at its track. One car stubbornly tries to smash through the fog, but the car swerved and stopped at the north edge of the fog. The occupants streamed from the car choking from the potent tear gas they forcibly inhaled. They were gunned down rather quickly.
"Okita! Go left!" Alex roared as he charges through the smoke. His goggles protected his eyes from the smoke, but his nose stung even through the mask he wore from the extra powerful mixture courtesy of Marisa's special powder. He was glad that the new mixture was extra strong considering the fact that there is literally no cover in the storm drain. The gas cloud acted like a smokescreen and deterrent as the human enemies tries to stay clear off the noxious cloud, putting them out of their cover and into the open where he can gun them down easily.
8Ball manages to grab his shotgun as the new squad burst from the darkness. Unseen by naked eyes lies two squad of men from Gensokyo, men whom Alex trust for the excursion to the outside world where Alex was born. They wore black shirt with black trousers with Class-III vest, protective kneepads, kneeguards and flexible yet comfortable black sneakers. Their head was protected by a black metal helmet and they wore M40 gas mask to protect themselves from both the sewer stink and the gas cloud.
Several rounds flew from the gassed occupants of the remaining sedans, but they only slammed harmlessly on the riot shield Okita carried. The shield is big and thick, strong enough to even stop full rifle rounds. No mere men can carry that shield despite it being the size of a normal riot shield. Thankfully, Okita and his underlings is no mere men. Okita have a Glock 18 on his off-hand, but he focused mostly on keeping the shield up while his two friends behind him deals the damage with their silenced MP5.
Alex is fast on his feet, the gas and the whistling bullets in the air simply did nothing to stifle his adrenaline for combat as he raced toward the lone car. Alex looked upward to see the fog flew upward toward them as the air moved favourably to his favour. He grinned widely as the men left their cars, coughing up a storm as they were caught in the haze. "Keep going! Push them back!"
Okita moved forward, a bulwark of strength that holds the hail of bullets away from his friends behind him. But he doesn't really need to use the shield as the gas itself proved too effective. Alex moved through the fog as well, knowing that the enemy is too gassed to actually fire anything back.
Seeing that the enemies have no cover at all, Okita and his men opened fire. Alex followed suit and killed many more men as well. The enemies whom are dazed were helpless as they were caught in a pincer move.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!" Alex roared in English and then in Japanese. The gunfire stopped, and Alex waited for a few second before pulling out a spellcard. It is blank with a simple drawing of a gust of wind emblazoned upon it. Alex took a deep inhale and exhaled, feeling the spicy burn in his lung as he prepares to start the spellcard.
"Clear wind"
The spellcard disappeared into nothingness, and then out of the blue, a strong gust of wind came from Alex's open palm, blowing all the gas away into the night sky. He saw the bloody battlefield in its full glory, lamenting the blood that has been spilled on that night. "All these for KFC" Alex said softly as he walked toward the sedan.
"Okita, keep watch around the van. Shimakaze, unload the cargo and place them on the cart. Marisa, Ball, on me"
Another team burst from the darkness of the tunnel and to the van. One man from Shimakaze's team pushes a metal wheelcart from the tunnel to the van. They then proceed to load boxes after boxes of food and drinks into the cart to be wheeled back to the portal deep inside the sewer.
The battlefield is a mess. The sedans are peppered with bullets and the casings are scattered all over the place due to the wind spell Alex used earlier. It would be a fool's errand to try and collect all of them. Alex counted around 18 corpses on the ground, thankfully none from his own men. They wore gang uniforms consisted of black hoodies, shirts, ripped jeans, and some even went without shirt, opting for a vest despite the coldness of the night. Each have a distinct red bandanna wrapped around their biceps or faces.
"Blood" Alex said softly as he inspected the tattoo of a corpse. "Can't believe they still operate after peace treaty"
"How the hell did they know about today's shipment?" Marisa asked 8Ball as they both approaches Alex. Marisa have ditched her witch's hat for a smaller black baseball cap. Her Milkor MGL was slung at he back alongside a small pouch of ammunition. In lieu for the outside world expedition, she ditched her usual maid outfit for a black shirt and cargo pants.
"Don't look at me partner, I'm in the dark too!" 8Ball replied. He wore a simple green cloth cap over his messy black hair and at his back is a simple Remington 870 Express shotgun. He wore a simple leather jacket over his grey shit and a deep blue acid-washed jean. "I don't even bother to hide what it carries considering that it wasn't really that valuable!"
"Maybe that's why we're had!" Marisa shot back. "Ya think they believed that you actually deliver food instead of other valuable shit?"
"Both of you shut up" Alex said with a stern voice thus silencing the fledgling argument from getting bigger. "8Ball fucked up for now, but at least nobody in our side got killed or injured. We can argue about people's fault later, we have a battlefield to clean up"
Marisa and 8Ball nodded together before pulling out their respective sidearm in grim resignation. 8ball have a Glock 17, robust and simple. Marisa's choice of sidearm is flashier, opting for an intimidating Colt Anaconda chambered in powerful .357 Magnum rounds. Alex pulls out his signature black M1911A1 handgun with double-stack capacity.
Soon, the night was drowned again in gunfire, snuffing away the last chance for the defeated to cling to life on this mortal realm.