Movement Four: Saltpetre Act
"Basement detected!" "Search it fast!" Commandos with night-vision visors move down stairs, enter a corridor with an iron door on far side.
"No more calling to your 'Makoto-kun'? I remember in past three months you call his name all the time." Okamura combs this extreme valuable convict's silky hair by fingers, a tempting fragrance diffuses as he acts. Kotonoha's throat generates a tiny voice and slightly frowns, seems she's still aware of external stimulus. "Still remember him? Why you refuse to forget that guy? He's merely a high-school boy, totally unmatched to someone like you." Okamura shifts for two steps, to Kotonoha's right astern. Although in this awful situation, she's still surpassingly beautiful, mild light shines upon her white-jade and well-shaped body, the fragrant, alabaster and satin skin looks even snowier, the pair of colossal-sized entities on her chest are lofty even without any supports, plump, strawberry-like nipples forming a pair of subtle bulges on prison jumpsuit. "Let me help you to get over him." His hand moves to the girl's deep-set cleavage formed by her breasts' immenseness, firmness and elasticity, via the wide-open neckband.
At the same time a policeman rushes into the chamber. "Idiot! I told you not come in without permission tonight!" Okamura is outraged since get interrupted only two centimeters to Kotonoha's chest. "Sorry! But we're in a bit situation!" "What is it?!" "Facility 12 has multiple intruders, we lost contact with it!" Okamura is not surprised: "Initiate security procedures, prepare me a vehicle and some guards, I'll check it myself." "Yes sir!" By leaving, Okamura drops a sentence: "Seems someone want to save you, but I assure you are luckier than them."
"Mave is not here?!" "Any hidden chambers, doors, switches?" Everyone is hurry to find any clues, but what they get are just cold, solid walls. Simcity: "Maybe we're at a wrong place." Price: "Our intelligence says Mave is locked here…" "Fellas, I spotted…" Matrix's transmission like water pours on wall, comes fast, disappears faster. "Matrix? Matrix! What happened?!" "Cargo ship communication down." Price declares a setback. Plasma Snake's voice comes through com-link: "Detected multiple heat signatures approaching from northwest and southeast, forty at approximate…not police…they're JSDF with camouflage uniforms!" "Those butchers made several slaughters in Africa." Says Price. EЛиМинко is indifferent: "I'm not for kamikaze mission, I'll surrender if captured." Price: "They accept no prisoners. Switch to bigger toys." Commandos discard anesthetic weapons, replace with killing weapons.
"Fire when they trigger mines." Price's party rendezvous with Deuterium's' party, they set up a make-shift defense with walls and towers. Seven HK417, four of them attached with M203 grenade launchers, two M249 machineguns, all locked and loaded, ready to orchestra a metallic concerto. "Hostile Group One, 1100 to 1000 meters and approaching, wind…right one second. Hostile Group Two, 1050 to 950 meters and approaching, wind…right one forth." Almost one thousand meters away, Duke and Plasma Snake are preparing to do some hunting things with deadly accuracy. War is the primary job of all species, you can pull out all the tricks to deny this, but God had carved this rule into cores of all species' chromosomes. For survival, for rights of reproduction, for more…each kind of living things is fighting. Prevail or perish, hunt or be hunted…even humankind is doing so, they just evolved war into more civilized forms, and finds new, faster way to win all the time. Time is ticking, moon is rising higher. Silver moonlight shines over everything. Moonlight is sanctity, without any dirt, moonlight is femininity, never get too intense like sunshine, moonlight is also somehow cold, capable of cooling down any fretful souls, maybe the closest thing to Kotonoha is moonlight.
Via the scope, enemies transform from a large patch of blur to several smaller patches of blur, then to clear silhouettes, at last, each of their faces can be recognized. Simcity has a seven-year combat career, but mostly hit-and-run operations, he never experience a "last stand" situation. Not only him, even Price shows some worry-worry about many people. This task force is carrying the destiny of thousands in Africa, and a specified girl named Kotonoha Katsura, codenamed "Mave". During mission briefing, everyone was shown with a multi-angle photo of her, the girl in photo is in Sakakino Gakuen's uniform, with delicate, luscious looks and elegant carriage…feels like an angel with wings retracted. A girl like her mustn't be locked in places like here, that's the common view of all commandos, and they're going to rescue her out from there without a scratch.
The first JSDF solider triggers a mine. As the signal of open fire, several soldiers on the front receive "headshots", their heads are blown to nothing more but clouds of dense red vapour. Some with heavy-duty flak jackets are blown into mine field, trigger a series of chain reaction. JSDF side loses about one forth of units during the first wave, but after all they're well-trained armymen, instantly skip the phase of "being shocked" which is definitely equal to suicide on battlefield and return fire. JSDF side still holds advantage of number, but their don't want to cross this unexpected minefield on foot-although none of them is lack of spirit of devotion, but get KIA by landmine is too cheap. So they fire at commandos from far away, buying time for reinforcements to flank mines to surround those intruders. Now it's show time for snipers.
"Enemy leader, Sector C, distance…" Plasma Snake is using night-vision device to work on distance measurement, windage yaw calculation and parameter correction, these jobs only occupy one eye, another eye is reading a notebook made with specialized noctilucent material, days ago he had recorded all landscapes and references of mission area on it. Compare with night-vision devices which may generate considerable instrumental errors, he rather than trust this primitive way, "old is good" is what he says. "…612 to 625 meters, wind, right one second, correction, two min." "Stand by." Duke calibrates his M24 almost instantly when receives these useful data, like a machine executing operator's order. "Fire." So in the scope we have a headless JSDF leader. "Good kill. Next, grenadier, Sector A, distance 645 to 657 meters, wind, right one second, correction, three min." "Fire." A NATO 7.62 slug cuts off a JSDF solder's right arm from elbow joint, the grenade in his right hand explodes, blows several soldiers nearby. "Good kill. Next, machineguner, Sector A, distance 594 to 602 meters, wind, right one forth, correction, one min." "Fire." "Good kill. Next…" JSDF is losing their men rapidly, Plasma Snake and Duke, these two invisible agents of death are advancing JSDF's time to decommission with high efficiency.
"Now!" By Price's order, a series of flashbangs are set off, followed by smoke grenaders, then commandos assault to northwest unanimously, using high-explosive grenades to plough the road. JSDF positions, covered by thick smoke, is cleared by shock waves generated by blasts, like removing a gigantic curtain from the ground.
Commander Simcity, like his comrades, is finishing off remaining hostiles with burst-fire. Those intense gunshots and explosions don't disturb his concentration, on the contrary, he feels quiet and peaceful. Enemy spotted, fire, good kill, enemy spotted, fire, good kill…no need of thinking, just follow your instinct of fighting. Suddenly he's hit by a cluster of bullets and is knocked on ground, it's a JSDF solider hides in bush. Price launches a HE grenade, blast that JSDF soldier into millions of bloody fragments. Simcity: "I'm OK." Stands up to join the fight, his "Interceptor" flak jacket is strong enough to fend off multiple rifle slugs. Price inserts a new magazine into HK417, cuts another JSDF soldier's carotid wide open by a shot, then vanishes into dense vegetation with others.
JSDF's reinforcements arrive, but those butchers who make money by suppressing people and serving imperialists, also slaughtering defenseless African natives now figure out that there is more than one minefield and get stuck. "Hostile reinforcements, retreat." "Roger." Plasma Snake and Duke pack up and move to meeting-point.
"They escaped and we sustain heavy casualties." A JSDF low-rank officer is reporting to Okamura, who just arrives. Okamura: "Not a big deal." He is confident that Kotonoha will have no advantages on court, there are only two solutions: One is Kotonoha's father hands over one of the richest ore districts in Africa. That place is populated by about one hundred thousand natives, Kotonoha's father has the proprietorship and right of mining, but he never exploit any resource in order to keep local population and environments undamaged. Japanese government has the ambition of the enormous wealth beneath ground, if Kotonoha's father hand it over, JSDF Overseas Crops will secretly kill anyone who refuses to move away like they did many times before to ensure mining operations. The other solution is to initiate an invasion again to rescue the extreme valuable hostage, with a slim chance of success.