William sat on a couch in the Misato home, a large home he now technically owned. They had made a little small talk, with Suguru talking only occasionally when needed. Will knew he needed to finally discuss the matter of those at the funeral who supposedly worked with him.
"I need to get in contact with some of the people at the funeral who worked with Misato. Legal papers and such." Suguru's grandfather seemed surprised.
"O-of course. I'll give you Hayato's phone number; he was the highest level overseeing Misato."
"Thank you. Now I really must get going, but you have my phone number and know where I live. Suguru, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you." Suguru simply nodded to show he understood. Will left the home, and as he entered his living home after the minute walk he dialed up Hayato.
"Hello?" the other end answered.
"Hi, my name is William Migdal. All of Misato's finances were transferred to me. I understand you worked with him and wanted to know if I could meet up with you, some questions for paperwork."
"Yeah, sure. I can go over there tomorrow." Will then proceeded to give Hayato his address. Upon hanging up the phone, Will went to practice with his airguns, special-made replicas of his pistols for training in the make-shift training range he set up in one of the rooms. Will then went to sleep, wondering what the hell he'd get out of this Hayato guy.
. . .
"Thank you for coming." Will said to the man in the doorway. The man was Hayato, wearing a nice suit. Will directed Hayato to the living room and they both sat down. "First of all, what did they make in the factory?" Will asked, getting straight down to business.
"Consumer electronics, cell phones and such," Hayato answered without missing a beat.
"Oh? How many explosives are there in a cell phone factory?" Hayato merely shrugged.
"Just about anything can explode in the right circumstances." Will raised an eyebrow.
"And how likely are those right circumstances?" Hayato smirked.
"Probability is irrelevant to something that has already happened." It seemed Hayato was catching on to what this really was about, but was clearly very confident.
"Alright, but where was this factory?"
"Exactly where the papers say: in a small town called Hamayo in Hokkaido." It was too good and well-rehearsed, and Will realized then that Hayato must know the truth, and know what he is saying is bullshit.
"I checked, in fact, and such a factory never seemed to have existed. Why are you lying to me?" Hayato merely sighed.
"I now Misato's death is tragic, but trust me; it was a tragic accident in a factory. Don't try to make it any more than it is."
"Then what are you covering up?" William demanded, frustrated. Once again Hayato sighed deeply.
"Listen, Misato is dead. Nothing you do will change that. Don't stick your nose into shit that doesn't concern you." Hayato said simply as if it was nothing. William glared at Hayato as the man walked out of Will's house. To say he was pissed at the man's audacity was an understatement. However, he had nothing that he could think of to say that would help.
William Migdal had never been angrier. That bastard dared to lie to his face and then tell him that his best friend's death didn't concern him. Will called up Brian.
"I'm sending you the recording of our little conversation. But I didn't get anything but confirmation that something is being covered up and Hayato knows the truth."
"The question is, what are they covering up for? Business or something more?" Brian pointed out; he still couldn't be sure there is absolutely a link yet.
"Isn't there always something more?" Will cynically chuckled.
"Well, either way, we're sending you to the incident site to check out. Luckily Hokkaido ain't far.
. . .
Desolate didn't even begin to describe this place. After cutting the fence and walking a little ways into the incident site, he realized the area was a large underground bunker. A harsh wind blew around ash and dusk, and it was dark as if the sun itself hid from this area.
After some searching, Will finally found the entrance to the bunker. One breaching charge later and Will was in and searching. No lights were working, and thus the only light came from the beam of his flashlight. An eerie silence filled the place. Will found many destroyed computers, but nothing of any use. That is, until he walked into a large cylindrical room with a roof beyond Will's sight. A massive missile stood in the center. Will realized he had entered the service entrance to a missile housing. But by the looks of this, the missile was ready to go at any point. This place was a giant missile silo.
"Jesus Christ," Will whispered to himself.
"What? What's going on?" Brian asked through the earpiece, worried.
"The place's a goddamn missile silo."
"Holy shit! Okay, okay, we can deal with this, but holy shit! You gotta figure out what kind of missiles they are and who owns them."
"All the computers here are destroyed. How do I figure all that out with nothing but the missiles?"
"Get the ROM chip with all the instructions and communications protocols for the missile."
"So you want me to climb up an armed missile, and go on a wild goose chase for ROM chips somewhere on the missile?"
"Put on your video headgear and I'll direct you to the places it could be." Brian seemed rather calm about it at this point by the way he talked, but then again, he didn't have to climb a missile in this plan.
"And how the hell do I get into the plating to get to the chips?" There was silence over the earpiece.
"I hadn't thought of that," Brian finally responded. William facepalmed.
"You are an IDIOT. For Christ's sake, do you even think before you come up with these crazy plans?"
"Ok, new plan; we find the connectors for the missile while it's on standby and hack into it." Will was about to make a retort when he heard footsteps. He turned off the flashlight, pulled out his Five-seveN, and pressed himself against the wall.
"Will? Are you there?" Will pressed the button on his UFS com. system to send a beep over the communication line. One beep is yes, two is no. "Is somebody there?" One beep. Brian fell silent.
Will had a couple of options. He could try to use his authority to "arrest" the man, or he could stay in the shadows. William chose the earlier.
"This is the FBI. Get down on the ground and put your hands on your head." Will announced this as he came out into the entrance of the corridor, Five-seveN drawn and pointed. The man at the other end of the corridor reached for his gun, but Will fired a shot just above his head. The message was clear: move again and the man would have his head blown off.
"Put your hands on your head." The man complied. As Will approached the man, Will started speaking. "Who are you?" Will asked sternly.
"Fuck you!" Was the only reply he got. Will grabbed the gun out of the man's holster, unloaded it, and stripped it down. Tossing the gun, a Glock 19, aside, Will hit the man with the butt of the Five-seveN. The polymer frame lessened the pain a little, but it still hurt like hell.
"Who are you!?" Will yelled this time, menacingly and demandingly.
"I wont tell you anything you bastard!" The man replied quickly. Then, Will heard Brian over the earpiece.
"Will, you are authorized for advanced interrogation," Brian said with distain, as if the words were acid. When dealing with SKV, advanced interrogation basically meant "gloves off, do what you have to do to get the information." Will sighed; he didn't like "advanced interrogation" one bit. Will grabbed the man by his neck and lifted him to his feet.
"Who do you work for?" Will demanded, face inches away from the man's.
"I already said that I won't tell you anything!" Will noticed a CRT computer monitor. He smashed the man's head into the monitor. As the screen shattered, glass shards spilled out violently. Will then brought his knee to the man's stomach quickly, making him double over, falling to the ground. He had surprisingly little cuts, but blood still ran down his face. Will lifted the injured blood-faced man again by his neck.
"Okay, okay, I work for Vesper," the man admitted.
"Not good enough. Why are you –" William was cut off by a gunshot and a sharp pain in his back. Instinct took over as Will let go of the Vesper agent and rolled to cover from the gunshot. He was thankful for the grade "3.5" ballistic vest, also known as the "light SKV vest." That being said, ballistic vest or not, getting shot still hurt like hell. Stopping a supersonic piece of hot lead with your body is simply not fun.
"Will? Are you there? Will? Are you alright!?" Brian began to yell, panicked.
"Yeah, but I'm under attack by two Vesper agents."
"You are authorized to use whatever force you need to, just get the hell outta there alive!" More shots rang out, bouncing around the metal table on its side Will was behind. If the attackers knew William was known as the "pistol sniper" in the FBI for his insane pistol marksmanship, they probably would have run. However, it was too late for them, as Will quickly peaked out of cover and popped two in the head of the man who shot him before going back into cover. The Vesper agent that had been interrogated picked up his comrade's weapon and started firing, before seconds later Will double-tapped him as well.
"Hostiles down. All clear here as far as I can tell," Will reported.
"Alright," Brian acknowledged, "We'll get the SEALs and Special Weapon Disarming squads to take care of this place. So I guess this is a vesper missile silo judging by its inhabitants, huh. I must say, when you told me your "gut" felt something was off about Misato's death, I never thought it would lead us to find a Vesper missile silo. Good work, maybe one of these days you'll get me a promotion."
Will chuckled, saying "I'll be getting that raise first." To this they both laughed, but the back of Brain's mind made him think of how Will had just been forced to kill two humans, and yet he could shake it off so easily. An odd feeling grew in the pit of his stomach, wondering if it was strength or cruelty that it didn't faze him more.