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Chapter Four: Infiltrator

Date/Time : August 24, 2893 / 1130

Location : Moray system, Dante, New Torren, Darrus Shipyards Naval Base (AN :: System, planet, city, location)

"Everything looks in order Mr. Stone. Please proceed directly to the Armory; Petty Officer Higgs will meet you there."

"Thank you." Mr. Stone said as he took his identification chips back from the guard. "Um, which way to the Armory?"

"Take the left hall all the way to the end, turn right and it'll be the fifth door on the left. Just follow the signs."

Stone thanked him again before walking down the hall. "Did you get the schematics, or will I be looking for the servers the hard way Drew?" He whispered almost inaudibly, moving his mouth as little as possible. The vibrations of his vocal cords were picked up by a small device laid on one of his molars, which in turn sent a signal to a receiver.

"Yeah Allen, I got the schematics." Drew replied through the micro-bead ear piece that Allen wore. "The server room is roughly twenty meters east of the Armory and two floors down. You'll need to get rid of the Officer, preferably non-lethal."

Allen adjusted his fake glasses and suit, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the clothing. He reached the armory door and walked in. The Petty Officer wasn't there yet so Allen responded, "The Stone ID is getting overused. I'm going to send the PO after something as soon as I can, get the data, and leave."

"Just going to let Stone go I see." Drew said. "I'll get with my guy at the Titan Arms Corporation and see about getting a new ID."

"Let's focus at the task at hand." Allen said an instant before the Armory door opened and a wolf in a naval uniform with a Petty Officer's insignia on the sleeve.

"Mr. Stone, I'm Petty Officer Second Class Rodney Higgs. I was told you're here representing the Titan Arms Corporation."

"Uh, yes. That's right." Allen said.

"Well as you can see Mr. Stone, our armory here is fairly, eh, low-tech." Higgs said while motioning towards a small rack of fifty year old rifles. "I'm glad to see TAC finally sending a sales rep all the way out here."

"That makes one of us." Allen grumbled, keeping in character.

"Yeah, I know what you mean sir. No one comes to Dante because they want to." Higgs said. "So why don't we go ahead and get this sale started, so you can get off this frozen rock."

"Thank you." Allen said. He opened a briefcase he had brought with him and pulled out a small computer along with a few memory chips. He powered on the computer and plugged the chips into the appropriate slots. As the computers holographic display powered on Allen spoke, "I brought a few designs from our high-end production line, only available through direct sales from the company. They're expensive, but most of our customers report the price is well worth it."

"Yeah, a buddy of mine told me about a few of these rifles. Nothing like next generation tech to give you an edge next time pirates come out to play."

Beats anything the Legion uses as well, especially after I've customized them. Allen thought while saying, "I wouldn't know sir; I just make sales."

Allen pretended to try connecting to the TAC mainframe, which caused his computer to display an error message. The message wasn't missed by Higgs, who asked, "What seems to be the problem, sir?"

"It looks like the base's firewalls are blocking my Extra-net access." Allen lied as he pulled a small memory crystal out of his computer. "Here, this crystal has the codes for connecting to the TAC sales mainframe. Maybe you should take it to your communication center and see if you can connect from there." Allen handed the crystal to the wolf.

Higgs pocketed the chip and said, "I think I will. I'll be a few minutes; do you think you'll be alright waiting here for me?"

"Take your time, I'll be right here Petty Officer." Allen said. Higgs left almost immediately, too excited about getting TAC munitions to worry about the harmless sales-rep he was leaving behind.

"I wonder how long until it'll take before he realizes you gave him a blank crystal." Drew said.

"Actually I did give him the codes." Allen corrected him as he stowed his computer and rushed out of the armory. "I decided it would by me more time if Higgs gets caught up in the red tape of purchasing weapons from TAC."

"Maybe, maybe not." Drew said. "I guess you have ten minutes tops before they start looking for you."

"I've already reached the server room." Allen said as he pushed through the door. He hunkered down next to a server tower and pulled his computer back out. He used an infrared link to connect to the base's mainframe, and his computer immediately started suppressing the alarm systems while Allen hacked his way into the archives. It didn't take long before he was sifting through gigabytes of data, looking for any communiqués between the shipyards and the local Legion headquarters.

"Jackpot." Allen said as he found a message title "Frigate Transfer." He opened the file and quickly read it.

Major David Gabriel

The Sirian Legion requires the use of the STV-2344 Long Haul, so in accordance to Defense Contingency Order 65 the Legion is officially commandeering the Long Haul and its crew. On behalf of the Legion I thank the Navy for its contribution to our grand empire's safety. You may expect the Long Haul's return in two to three months. I would like to remind you that under DCO-65 I am not required to inform you why we require the Long Haul.

Legion Chief Officer Martin Venthrope

"Oh you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." Allen groaned.

"What?"

"Good news, you were right about the Legion taking a Transport. Bad news, the Legion didn't say were they're sending it." Allen explained.

Drew sighed, "Damn it. Alright, get out of there and meet me back at the Thunderhead. I'll go collect Nick and the pilot. We'll plan our next move there."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

Date/Time : August 24, 2893 / 1400

Location : Moray system, Dante, Outskirts, Raider Thunderhead

It took Allen longer than he had expected to reach the Thunderhead. Higgs spotted him on the way out – one thing led to another… and Higgs was going to be waking up later tonight with a massive headache and an irrational fear of salesmen. Oh well.

Allen finally reached the Thunderhead's hide site. From the ground, the MR-19 Thunderhead was an impressive sight. It was a hundred-fifty tons of heavy armor, cannons, and missiles, measuring in at twenty-five feet tall, 80 feet long, and with a wingspan of 200 feet. Allen walked around to the rear of the craft and waited a moment for someone to lower the boarding ramp and let him in.

He found Drew and Samantha sitting in the craft's storage bay with several broken down weapons along with several bottles of lubricants and oil rags arrayed around them. Allen guessed Drew had been teaching her about Sirian weapons. Drew looked up from his gun and asked, "Have you come up with any ideas for our next move? I can only think of a few possible plays, and none of them are very good."

"Nope." Allen admitted. "We could send word to some of our contacts to look for the Long Haul, but that's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"More like looking for a needle in a stack of more fuckin' needles, man." Nick nearly shouted as he emerged from deeper in the craft where the cockpit was. "Besides, I've already told you what we ought to do Drew."

"No Nick. You just opened your mouth and crap came out like always." Drew responded, "I've already told you attacking the Legion base would only get our asses shot up."

"Oh, come on man." Nick pleaded. "I've got it all worked out. You and Allen attack the front gates while I hammer them from above with the 30mm's. The Legion will have records of where they sent that damn ship. We grab their memory crystals and we'll know where the fucker went."

"Oh, I get it now. You want three, sorry four, people to attack a base full of trained Legionnaires. Did you think about what happens when they decide to roll out some heavy armor?"

While they trashed it out, Allen started thinking about Nick's idea. "What do you think, Captain?" He asked underneath his brothers' argument.

"Please, just call me Sam or Samantha. I thought we covered that already. And I agree with Drew. Don't tell me you're actually putting some thought into Nick's suicidal idea."

"Actually I am." Allen said before sticking two fingers in his mouth and whistling loudly, causing Nick to stop mid-sentence. "Alright, Nick you're an idiot."

"Hey-."

"But even idiots can have good ideas." Allen continued. "I say we go with his idea."

"It's official, stupidity is contagious. Miss McCloud I suggest you protect yourself before you catch it as well." Drew groaned.

"Hear me out." Allen said. "There's very little that can withstand the 30mm's we have on this bird. Their birds only use 15mm's and they'll have to take off before they can fight back."

"All they need is one guy with a rocket launcher." Drew said.

Allen thought about it for a second, suddenly his face lit up as the light bulb came on. He searched through a few lockers that were pressed against the wall until he found what he was looking for, a large black box that measured one by one by three feet with M.A.A.D.S. written on the side.

"When did you pack that thing?" Drew asked as Allen pulled out a second box out of another locker. "What the heck? You brought two!"

"Sorry," Sam asked, "But what are those things."

Allen answered by opening one end of the box, revealing over a massive number of gun barrels. "Say hello to the Multi-barrel Active Area Denial System. There are five hundred fifty barrels, each holding fifteen stacked, electronically fired 6.21mm rounds. We set the two of these up on opposite sides of the base and put them under Sam's control, those Legionnaires will be too busy dealing with them to care about the Thunderhead. Or the two of us stealing their archieves."

Drew rubbed his jaw as he thought about Allen's proposal. "This could actually work. Nick, how soon can we get to the Sirian outpost?"

"At best speed, about an hour." Nick said while turning to go back to the cockpit.

"Without them seeing us on scanners dipshit." Allen clarified.

"Oh, right. Um, three maybe four hours." Nick corrected himself, slightly embarrassed by his mistake.

Drew just rolled his eyes. "Alright, I'll load magazines. Allen, make sure she knows what the hell she's doing with those things. Last thing I want is to be ground into mince meat by friendly fire."

Date/Time : August 24, 2893 / 2330

Location : Moray system, Dante, Outskirts, Legion outpost Delta-3

Allen couched in the snow, waiting for Drew to give everyone the go ahead for the attack and praying some Legionnaire didn't see them through the darkness. Drew quickly measure four strips of high-explosive adhesive and pressed them against the wall of the complex. Backing of, He quietly whispered, "Waiting on you Nick."

Allen looked off in the distance where Nick was supposed to be and saw a second long flash in the distance, followed a heartbeat later by the sound of 30mm tungsten rounds ripping through the concrete and steel and shouts of panic. Drew wait for the growl of the cannons to catch up with the supersonic rounds before detonating the explosives, letting the blast get lost in the cannon fire. Before anyone inside the base could react, a pair of missiles streamed in and took out another section of the base.

"I hope Nick doesn't get too trigger happy." Drew groaned while the two moved through their impromptu doorway. "Looks like Nick knocked out the power generators." He commented as the saw the blackened halls of the base.

"So who's first into the scary dark hallway filled with pissed off bad guys?" Allen asked, receiving a look that said who-do-you-think.

So Allen took point through the base's hallways with his powerful 11.5mm SMG at the ready. It was moments like this he was glad to have a military issue helmet that came with a night vision setting.

It didn't take long for them to run into some Legionnaires. It was a group of ten guys, luckily most of them were half asleep and none of them had NV anything. It was an incredibly one-sided fight as Allen hosed the lot down with his SMG, and the duo kept moving like nothing had happened.

They continued through the corridors, wiping out any Legionnaires they met and listening to the sounds of the battle outside. Judging by the constant thud of metal striking metal that reverberated throughout the structure, the Legion was having little luck knocking Nick out of the sky.

Once they reached the outpost's server room they wasted no time shooting out the lock. Drew decided against hacking into the system and opted to simply steal all the memory crystals to hack another day. Allen kept watch as his brother stuffed every chip he could get his paws on into a pocket.

Suddenly a grouped of heavily armed and armored soldiers erupted from an adjacent corridor, rushing direct for Allen. "Drew, hurry up." Allen shouted as he cut loose a burst of 11.5mm rounds. To his dismay the rounds hit the men's armor and stopped.

As the Legionnaires returned fire Allen ducked back into the archive room. "Good thing I came prepared." He joked as he hooked the SMG on his leg and pulled a rifle off his shoulder. "Drew, you done yet?"

"Yeah. I just grabbed the last one." Drew answered.

"Let me clear out these armored idiots then we make a break for our hole."

"I'm ready when you are."

Allen pulled the weapons bolt back a hair to insure he had a round in the chamber. Once satisfied he leaned out of the door frame and put a short burst on one of the men. He was soon rewarded with a scream and a thump as the rifle's rounds punched clean through the armor. He followed this with a longer burst which rewarded him with two more kills and forced the remainder of the men of take cover. That gave the Ryan's a chance to make a break for it, which they took in a heartbeat, rushing down the hall away from the bad guys and disappearing around the corner as they start shooting.

As they emerged from their original hole, Drew called into the team's radio. "We're out. Nick break off the attack and cover are tails with a smoke screen. McCloud, set your turrets to auto fire and make for the exfil point."

Allen looked back over his shoulder before they disappeared into the snowy woods to see numerous fires blazing in the base as the MAADS kept pouring a constant stream of rounds onto anyone stupid enough to go outside.

"Where to now?" Nick asked over the radio

"Where do you think?" Allen responded, "Back home."

Author's Notes :: Sorry about the long wait, but I warned ya'll I'd be updating this as I could. And I just haven't had the time between college stuff and work shit. Hopefully the next chapter will take less time but don't hold your breath.

Anyway, hope ya'll enjoyed the chapter. Please leave a review and tell me if there's anything I need to work on.