Movement Seven: Day of Days
Location: District Count of Tokyo
Walls of entrance are made by marble, floor is covered by carpet of red velour. This place is wide and hollow, actually the purposes of its construction are minimizing any visitors' confidence and maximizing their feelings of pressure. Right forward is the courtroom, a few minutes later, there will become another battlefield, a staging area of a war without smoke and bloodshed. A shadowy figure appears in front of Mister Katsura and his men, it's Okamura, one of the enemies of incoming war. "What's wrong with this picture?" Okamura intends to scare adversaries off before session, but the last thing he expects is Kotonoha's father brings such a young lad as his daughter's counsel. This slightly bashful boy looks just like a fresh graduate who dresses as a lawyer for some cosplay things. "Would you mind a handshake? I'm procurator of this lawsuit, Okamura." So many preparations, legal, semi-legal, illegal, just for dealing with this…one? Okamura almost can't help to laugh. "Nice to meet you. I'm…the counsel…Simcity" By shaking hand, a brief link is established between them, Simcity acutely feels murderous signals from the other side: "I can recognize you're not a competent lawyer by first look, and I'll make you and your client suffer!" As someone tends to use muzzle instead of mouth, Simcity won't be terrorized by this bluff: "You don't need this trick to demonstrate power if you are really powerful." After they depart, Mister Katsura puts hand on Simcity's shoulder: "Clam down, my friend. Just do what you need to do, the real movement is coming up." "I know, sir." Take a deep breath, Simcity walks to courtroom, the arena surrounded by bright lights and dark secrets.
Three heavy-duty container trucks start engines, drive out from a cargo shipyard of Tokyo Bay, merge into streams of automobiles. Tokyo, this metropolis contains more than twenty million population, it is a fine example of humankind's unlimited desire of occupation and predatoriness, first from nature, then from their own kind, when feeling efficiency is still unsatisfying, they begin to kill others, just like what happened throughout history. But still some people keep themselves conscious in this time which humanity is being corrupted, everything is for filling the blackhole of perverted desires. Karl Marx said: "Weapons for excoriation cannot replace excoriating by weapons. Material power only can be eradicated by material power." A part of them choose "excoriating by weapons" and determined to use "material power".
"So this is the real courtroom…" Wide and dark dimension, dazzling and frosty lights, coherent seats…Simcity had seen these so many times during the specialized simulations for him, even can accurately rehearse the arrangements with eyes closed. But upon seeing a real one, the solemnly atmosphere still gives him chills, just like one who first see a vast grassland will be struck by phobia of vastness. Although he had attended many funerals of mercenaries before, where the atmosphere is similarly heavy, but the courtroom is much beyond his expectation. "Twenty minutes to session." Simcity glances at his watch, during the past days, he studied enormous amount of data with companions, Colonel Price had detailed every move, every possible situation and countermeasure. "So Commander Simcity will fill the role of counsel." When Price entrusted this mission to him by reason of "law-studied and skilled in debate", he accepted without hesitation, not only for the reason is reasonable, but also for something can't be explained and named. "My position is the closest to the dock, and also on the route they take defendant back to the detention sector. So I must act like a counsel and drag the time until everyone is ready." A critical position, makes this youngster feels heavy burden on his shoulders, but also energizes him, coverts stress into excitement, because soon after, everything will change.
Two WZ-6 and a CH-3 UAVs are flying in azure sky. A white, western style building appears in their lens. "日本國東京都地方法院 (in Japanese: District Count of Tokyo, Japan)" this hollowed symbol of governmental authority is captured by lens, transformed into digital signals, and is transmitted to an abandoned small-sized wet dock complex several kilometers away. This "abandoned" complex had already been modified into a frontier command. Inside the main structure there are a number of electrical devices, glowing colorfully like federation vessel USS Enterprise's bridge. In the middle of "bridge", a water-filled pool containing a prototype, fuel cell powered submarine is reflecting lights of various colors. Equipped with an experiential stealth technology, this submarine is designed for assassinating aircraft carriers by infiltrate through defense grids of enemy fleets, but also good at transfer personnel and cargo unnoticed. "Arrive at the court." Captain Ocelot, who's operating one WZ-6 via a terminal, reports to Colonel Prince.
A black Chevrolet MPV is driving through prosperous streets of Tokyo. Don't mistake this vehicle to those civilian models, its glass is bulletproof crystal plate of Level Five Standard, hull is china-alloy armor-plated, even tires are strong enough to withstand direct attacks of large-caliber projectiles. Passengers of the vehicle are seven youngsters disguised into tourists. Lieutenant Shura just finished checking his pistol and inserts a clip inside it. His special silver hair matches his silver M1911 very well, both of them are inherited from his father who was once a mercenary fought in Europe. Different from other expert commandos like Deuterium and EЛиМинко, Shura always shows a clam and easy expression as if he is merely a member among those normal people, that's why he is chosen to lead this seven-man squad despite his lieutenant rank. "Approaching mission area." Says Major Yuriko, who sits beside driver Lieutenant Hawk. "Hawk stay with the car, others follow me." Six people arm their weapons, pulverize relating files by file-pulverizers . To avoid another intelligence leakage, everyone only receives clear directives hours ago except a few who can be classified as "absolutely safe". From vehicle windows, the figure of Tokyo Tower is getting bigger.
"So this is what we call 'love'?" Having spent too much time on killing and demolishing, Simcity considers himself insulated from emotions of a teenager in "civilized" society. But when first saw that girl from mission briefing, he sensed "a great disturbance in the Force". When studied the details of her lawsuit, the composite feelings of touch, sympathy, anger and more were generated inside his heart, they eventually evolved into an intense determine to protect her, and he's glad to use his knowledge and skills to contribute in this operation. If not because that catastrophe in childhood, he'll probably become an innocent, reserved, academic person like her, but the tremendous change in his life altered his course, turned him into a totally different one, that's why he has such special feelings about her, and decides to help her. "Only a few minutes to go." Okamura has manned his seat, he is confident about those back him up. Simcity is also confident, his confidence is not from his still-feeble knowledge of law, but from his powerful companions. Rational violence is always better than hypocritical order.
"Approaching target, split up." One truck separates from convey, drives directly to Tokyo Police Command HQ, the others circles the court by a carefully chosen route to avoid being noticed by police. Those three colossal-sized containers are housing two M2 Bradley IFVs and one M1A1 MBT respectively, just like terminators in stand by mode, they are waiting to be activated, to execute their purposes authorized by the architect. "Court Squad, positioned."
"Welcome to Tokyo Tower, have a nice day…" A mechanical voice is being broadcasted to every visitor who enters this structure made by steel beams. Six slightly strange-looking visitors are also welcomed, there are mountaineers from their sunglasses, scarves and thick coats. However it's stranger that they show little interest of watching Tokyo via observation elevator, instead, their walk to stairs set inside the fire passage. Of course it's logical from a mountaineer's view, but their intension is not have a in-door climbing, but to seize control of the Central Command of Broadcasting and Television which is situated ten floors above, where cannot be reached by elevator. "Sorry, we get lost." Shura paralyzes two useless securities by tranquilizer slugs: "Tower Squad, positioned."
"This is her?" The first time, Simcity watches Kotonoha Katsura by his eyes, not from a screen or photo. The girl is carried to defendant seat by two bailiffs. Now he's so close to her, even can recognize tear stains on her delicate, beautiful face, and red mark left by manacle on her dainty wrists. Different from photos, her eyes are hardened black, unable to find any traces of living light. The session begins in usual routine, Simcity is waiting for the time, time of three squads man their positions.