Movement Eleven: Ouch Time
A black convoy is approaching Tokyo Harbor from south, consisted by three LAV-25 IFVs and six Hummers, looks like a battleship from far. "JSDF elite units, coming in fast." In seconds, WZ-6 UAV transmits data of incoming hostiles to every commando. "Confirm three LAV-25 IFVs." "Ouch time." JSDF convoy splits into three squads at a crossroad, each consists by one LAV-25 on front and followed by two Hummers, search entire place from different directions like three gigantic hands. One squad is moving directly to frontier command, a missile is launched from Hummers with a bright flash, directly to the UAV. On the terminal screen, shape of the missile is expanding rapidly, occupies entire frame, then everything goes grey, indicates the flying toy is destroyed. It's obvious the hostiles intend to control all withdraw points before commandos can regroup, namely separate and annihilate them one by one. "Skynet to Sector B, Ocelot and Kalashnikov to third ambush area!" "Affirmative!" Ocelot puts down headphone, kicks up the HK417 besides him, catches in mid-air by hand: "I'm gonna kick those Japs' butts very hard." He's eager to join the coming firefight since piloting an UAV is too boring and unrealistic, ambush and shooting are the actual realms to him.
"Welcome to dungeon, the most unexciting area in whole Japan." Commander Kalashnikov greets Captain Ocelot at designated position-a warehouse, and tosses him a high-power binocular: "Here they come." Outside a hidden window, in front of commandos there is a straight road, stretches to 2000 meters ahead. LAV-25 appears from the corner at the end of the road with Hummers' following. Two commandos, facing one IFV and two Hummers, plus five crewmen and fourteen infantries. But don't worry, they are trained to deal situations like this. "Wait until the IFV reaches warehouse E-16." Kalashnikov handsOcelot a MBT-LAW (Note: Main Battle Tank and Light Anti-Tank Weapon), then grabs a control device with many labeled switches, each of them is linked to some demolition charges range from 20 kilos to 500 kilos by remote. 600 meters…300 meters…200 meters…hostile convoy is approaching the bright orange mark "E-16" on the ground, 100 meters…50 meters…10 meters…when LAV-25's wheels grind over it, Kalashnikov triggers the rightful switch. The 500 kilos charge hidden in a microbus near the IFV is detonated, tremendous explosion winds up all the dust on roads and structures within a radius of hundreds meters, billows of high-pressurized air expand to every direction. Dense, black smoke with bright flame inside rises above, rolls in mid-air, takes the shape of a mushroom cloud in the sky. LAV-25 IFV is undoubtedly wrecked, it is blew into a structure on the opposite direction of ground zero and is crushed like a dehydrated fruit. The two Hummers are not much better, one is totally overthrown, the other is turned over with its roof clashes into a light post. Kalashnikov fires his M249, brass-made empty cases are being poured out from ejection port, a shower of bullets is fired to those JSDF soldiers who survived from previous demolition, grants them the second chance to catch up the express to underworld.
Location: Tokyo Downtown
"Hello? Is there police station?" An old woman is sitting in an old bucket of bolts which almost has the same age of hers, shouting impatiently to a brick-shaped cell phone which also as old as her: "What are you doing there? You said there will be an earthquake, but it has been more than ten minutes still nothing happens! How can you give us a fake alarm?! And don't you know the congestion on the road? Not to say send nobody to dredge traffic, even let Self-Defense Force to jam us! How dare you…" Barrel of M1A1's cannon lifts to maximum elevation angle, fires a blank in the sky, the people-stuffed becomes people-emptied almost instantly. Everyone escapes sideways which are considered risky of falling objects during earthquake-after all, tank's threat is more direct and visible. Several motorcycle-mounted policemen seized this chance, move to the reported position of "rogue behaving JSDF vehicle", and are welcomed by M2 Bradley's 25mm blanks, policemen abandon motorcycles and run like hell, seems this is the only skill they're good at: "Mayday! Mayday! There are rogue Americans…" "Say again! Interferences are too strong…" "I said there are Americans…" "What?! It must be Americans who are jamming us! We are invaded again…" One by one, those abandoned automobiles and motorcycles are ground under M1A1's caterpillars, almost get crushed into photographs in a twinkling of an eye by its sixty-ton weight. The tank ploughs a channel of compressed metal plates for the following IFV, to the withdrawal route-railways.
Location: Third Ambush Area
Kalashnikov triggers another switch, results in two JSDF soldiers get their asses kicked by another explosion. "Let's go!" He pats Ocelot who is still firing M249. They run to stairs to the third floor with necessary gadgets. Commandos had already set up many backup combat emplacements with good defenses and wide shooting angles in these warehouses, enable them to shift at any time with lower risk of getting hurt by hostile fire. A cluster of cannon shells blast the previous position into hive. Other two squads of JSDF are regrouping to here, they just like wolf pack, you can take down a few of them when get spotted, but others can take you down immediately. "Get down!" Suddenly an armor-piercing HE shell explodes on third floor, then the second, third…seems enemies had detected their trace, automatic cannon of another squad's LAV-25 is sweeping the third floor of commandos hideout, suppresses them on stairs. Major Skynet puts out a portable artillery measurement instrument from cockpit of a crane in Sector B: "Mortar support to third ambush area. Correction, six degrees to south, two degrees to west, fire!" After a swift calibration, Lieutenant Cylon activates an automatic mortar, with in 1.5 seconds, four rounds of 82mm HE shells are fired. Before the dust and smoke dissipate, he reloads this weapon then fires again. Beside him is Commander Matrix, who is doing same things. The CH-3 UAV under her remote is destroyed by JSDF's missile just minutes ago, so she now is very upset and determines to exploit this chance of "carrying out private revenge in name of public interest". Compare with the shout and stocky Lieutenant Cylon, this German mix-blood girl looks like a giantess, and has the appropriate strength for her physique. As they're working hard on mortars, hailstone of 82mm HE shells pours on enemies in speed of incredible ninety rounds per minute.