Movement Ten: Heat Wave Hullabaloo
Location: District Count of Tokyo
"Don't shoot…" Judge, engrossment clerk and other staff raise hands in grave terror, capitulates to imminent menace. But Taisuke Sawagana in witness stand seems not afraid at all even kinda happy for not being shot: "They won't hurt us…" Before the sentence is completed, a hardened-rubber shell hit right in his face, blows him out of witness stand and falls on floor head-first. "You bastard rapist!" Major Longbow takes a grenade launcher from Lieutenant Rei, loads three more hardened-rubber shells, moves to Taisuke in a macabre manner. "No…NO! Listen to me! I didn't do that on purpose, I just couldn't control myself…don't kill me…DON'T KILL ME!" Taisuke's face is twisted by grave terror and pain, begs for mercy with language disordered. "You are too pathetic for a kill." Less than a distance of six meters, two hardened-rubber shells are fired on his crotch, makes he writhes with scream. "Shut up!" The final hardened-rubber shell hit on crotch directly, now we can assure his penis and testis are completely crushed. "You…what do you want to do?!" Okamura is freaked out, backing off, no trace of pervious confidence can be found. He's well aware that entire government behind him is still far less persuasive next to these armed and dangerous commandos. Deathshead concentrates strength, swings his HK417's gunstock into Okamura's face, two bloody teethes is knocked out of his mouth to top-left, and himself, slumps to chair on the opposite direction. Deathshead strikes again, on Okamura's belly. Okamura vomits a large quantity of gastricjuice, still begging almost inaudibility: "Don't kill me…I'm just a hired hand…" Rei is moving his muzzle between Natsumi Koizumi, Kumi Mori, Minami Obuchi, Nanami Kanroji, Setsuna Kiyoura: "Anyone still has testimonies to declare?" All of them are huddled up and shivering as if having pernicious malaria, also begging for their pathetic survival in a manner of pilgarlic, even Setsuna Kiyoura had discarded her iceberg manner into Pacific Ocean, what a sucker!
"Milady, let's get out here!" Simcity comes to Kotonoha's side to help her to stand up. "She's so light!" For a commando who fights a bloody way on battlefield, this girl he's holding is so delicate and lissome, almost feels weightless. Kotonoha has no response, just looks at the commando absent-minded. "Milady?" Simcity pulls the girl to IFV, but she doesn't move a step as if she's fixed on floor. "I'm not going." Like triggered by something in a sudden, Kotonoha resists Simcity's help. "Let's move! Time's ticking!" Rei carries Rico into the vehicle. "Pardon my rudeness, milady." Simcity enters the transportation with the girl holding by arms. Immediately M1A1 and M2 activate their caterpillars, thunder out the court like a gale, leaves those more than thirty corpses of JSDF and a bunch of dorks who suffering mental and physical paratrimma.
The black Chevrolet MPV is driving through outskirts of Tokyo, this eight-ton vehicle is accelerated to 210 KPH by high-output engine, cleaves dense atmosphere like a torpedo in water. Lieutenant Hawk had pushed throttle to bottom, crazy-running wheels are loudly grinding over concrete pavements, as if the vehicle is propelled by thunders. "They're catching up!" Major Adama looks back, a squadron of police wagons are getting closer, on the top of the first of them, a loudspeaker is shouting to urge commandos to stop. "Bad luck! Run into police while moving out!" Luke reloads his sub-machinegun, extends out from window and shoots at chasing police, but 9mm handgun slugs are ineffective against bulletproof windshields at such long distance. For reciprocity, policemen retaliate with NATO 5.56 rifle slugs—take no effect on Chevrolet's bulletproof properties as well. "Watch out!" Suddenly Hawk simultaneously pushes clutch and pulls handbrake, the vehicle generates a cloud of smoke caused by friction between wheels and pavement, just avoid a truck comes head-on. "This is Japan! Drive on left!" Jam begins to think let Hawk drive the car is not a good idea: "I have a bad feeling about we'll get KIA by traffic accident." "Don't disturb my mind! Or your bad feeling comes true!" Hawk pushes throttle to bottom again, as a commando also a Chinese, he has a common shortcoming like majority of Chinese—disrespect to traffic laws, so he has troubles to drive in a bizarre country like Japan, where traffic laws are strictly obeyed and, drive on left. Shura and X are silent, seems the chaos has nothing to do with them, of course they chose to remain quiet since nothing they can help currently. After a sharp turn, two police wagons appear in front to intercept them. "Out of my way!" Hawk revolves wheel hard, clashes on the side of one wagon, the wagon then collides into another one. "Stupid cops." Hawk re-calibrates the car, accelerates, but soon he declares a bad news: "Guys, we've got an armored target." One thousand meters ahead, a S.A.T. riot armored vehicle points its heavy machinegun right to them. X turns on PDA: "Leave it to me." A CH-3 UAV dives from sky, PDA established a link to UAV's lens, X watches the S.A.T. vehicle on the screen, clicks a proper point beside it. An accurate guided bomb is dropped, impacts at down right of target, explosion of this 100-pound aerial ordinance overthrows the ten-ton vehicle off the road. Seconds later, another bomb is dropped by remote, a gigantic billboard loses half of supports, nails into ground behind Chevrolet. The first chasing police wagon decelerates, not fast enough, clashes into billboard, followed by others. "I told you cops are stupid." Commandos continue their move to Tokyo Bay.