Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own the Kagerou Project; Jin (aka Shizen-no-Teki-P) does.
This little piece occurs during the terrorist attack, in another 'Doppelganger Route'.
Kido, Momo, and Mary stealthily made their way to where the hostages were kept.
Momo led the ragtag group forward, and Kido followed behind Mary.
She checked her surroundings as they moved forward, taking note of anything interesting or potentially important that she saw.
Of course, as focused on her surroundings as she was, she was understandably surprised when someone tapped her shoulder from behind. She jumped slightly, turned around, saw a figure that looked a lot like Kisaragi-chan's older brother in black...
...felt a sharp pain on her head, and finally blacked out.
"Entry Team to TOC, we are standing by and ready to enter as soon as the shutter doors open."
"Roger that, Entry Team. Be advised, recon shows that there are multiple civilians and unidentified elements in the operations zone, the unidentifieds do not appear to be hostages but don't appear to be hostiles either. Watch your fire."
"Entry Team to TOC, we copy."
"TOC to Negotiator, confirm ready status."
"This is Negotiator, I'm green to go."
"Copy that, Negotiator, we'll send you up immed-"
"Entry Team to TOC, Entry Team to TOC! The shutter doors are opening! Repeat, the shutter doors are opening!"
"Wait, what? TOC to Entry Team, you are go for entry!"
"Roger that!"
As the shutter doors opened, the men in the assault team took cover behind the shelves as a hail of bullets descended from the terrorists in front of them. The hostages behind them began to panic and flee as the assault team made their dynamic entrance. Unfortunately, the terrorists noticed this too, and some in the rear began shooting at the fleeing hostages- a couple of their shots hit.
"Cease fire and drop your weapons, or we will fire back!"
"Fuck you all!"
"Open fire!"
The warning given, the assault team began to fire back. About three bullets hit their intended target, and one of the terrorists fell. Now fearing for their lives, the rest fell back. By this time, the rest of the hostages had dispersed, scattering around the entire mall floor.
"Entry Team to TOC, we have multiple wounded hostages in the operation zone, have a paramedic unit on standby."
"Roger that, Entry Team."
The assault team continued to move forward cautiously. Since the floor was designed as essentially one large open room, with no walls and ceilings to prevent sound from traveling, both teams of men could hear each other moving. As the terrorists had gone mostly silent (save for intermittent gunfire and screams immediately after, presumably from killed civilians) after a fair bit of scuffling, the squad leader assumed that the terrorists had set up an ambush.
"Careful, guys. Possible ambush. Keep your eyes peeled."
They moved from aisle to aisle, section to section. Every now and then they came across a scared and helpless civilian cowering behind some shelving or a some other piece of cover, and the team had to tell the civilian to stay where they were, and that they'd come back for them later. A couple of times, they had to forcefully keep them away after they'd tried to follow, or in one case, cling to, the team. Still other times had them discovering corpses, either of the hostages or the unidentifieds.
The unidentified people were, funnily enough, the easiest to identify. Most of them were dressed relatively oddly- most of the hostages were middle-aged men and women, and wore relatively drab clothing. On the other hand, the unidentifieds were dressed in colorful hoodies and jackets; a red one bleeding out here ("TOC, this is Entry Team. We've found a heavily injured civilian. We've applied first aid, but I don't think he's going to last long..."), a black one slumped against a shelf there, a pink one with multiple bullet wounds lying in a pool of blood over there, and so forth.
Eventually, they came to a clearing: evidently some kind of "Sale Central" point, with shelving units circled around a handful of waist-high boxes containing various small devices in plastic containers. It seemed like the perfect site for an ambush to the squad leader- and right on cue, the terrorists revealed themselves in a hail of gunfire. The squad promptly dashed to cover- most of them made it, but two had been hit and killed. The rest of the squad fired back, and one of them pulled something from his belt.
"CS, out!"
As the irritant gas spread throughout the area, the terrorists began to cough and close their eyes- giving the team the opportunity to run up to the terrorists, disarm them, and arrest them.
"Entry Team to TOC, all probable hostiles pacified. We're going to sweep the floor now, and check for injured."
"Roger that, Entry Team. Paramedics are already on-scene."
The team had cleared most of the floor of civilians, and only had a few more aisles to check.
Of course, they found something odd in these aisles- a girl in a grey hoodie, out like a light, lying on one of the shelves.
"Entry Team to TOC, we've found an unconcious, but apparently uninjured civilian. She looks like one of the unidentifieds, should we bring her in?"
"Affirmative, Entry Team. Investigative wants to know why she and her merry band of friends were running around during a crime."
It wasn't easy, but Shintaro had managed to deftly avoid both the assault team and the terrorists in the mall. His counterpart couldn't say the same- as a matter of fact, he couldn't say anything, especially since he was in the back of an ambulance, with a team of paramedics desperately trying to keep him alive. Shintaro didn't think he would make it; massive blood loss tended to kill people if left unattended for too long.
In terms of sheer body count, this particular plan had gone very well- most of the Mekakushi-dan was dead, except for Kido, Mary, Ene, and the others that they would only meet later. In addition, Kido was being taken in for police questioning. Shintaro would have loved to see how she 'concealed' her way out of that, but unfortunately, he couldn't; Mary had just gone to another route and he had to follow.
He gave the mall floor one last look as he left. Like the last route, he spectacle was amazing- he just wished that it was longer.
Right, so this is a short little thing that I suddenly thought of after writing 'Unwanted Attention Part 1'. I find that it was a nice was to practice writing an action scene of some kind- tell me how you think it went! Also, while writing this, I focused less on writing the introduction and more on the 'center'- all of the action and fighting.