Audacity chapter 10
*You will notice in this chapter I made a bit of a tactical blunder. I described the doors in Ashford Academy as an ordinary type of door… When in fact the vast majority of them slide open and closed automatically. If you have a problem with me sneaking in and changing all the doors one night without anyone there knowing, then that is just too damn bad.*
RESPONSE TO QUESTION ASKED BY Smilodon975, who apparently was too lazy to sign in… lol. But to answer your question accurately, I intend to follow the basic of events of R1. Depending on how things go will dictate whether or not R2 is even necessary. As for the second part of your question. No things will not become a crazy cluster fuck, so to speak, Gray Jack will be the only otherworldly interference other than my main character. If any other explanations are necessary please inform me and I will be happy to answer.-
RESPONSE TO Eliya Shirwood. To answer the spear point of your analysis, yes you are correct in saying that most of the 'cast' has yet to take direct questioning to 'Lelouch' due to his change in behavior. However please be assured that they're both taking notice of and planning to confront him about that. And to clarify about his choice of crap to take with him, the gun and knife were both brought due to our shared paranoia of going somewhere unarmed; the computer was the next best thing at least in my opinion. Not to mention when some multidimensional being demands you pick three items at random you usually don't make the best choices. I'm not trying to shoot down your thoughtful review; I'm just covering my own proverbial ass. In fact I sincerely, sincerely appreciate your review and would be absolutely delighted if you were to break it down chapter by chapter. And on a side note, the now destroyed computer was a Windows 7.
Finding the materials to make a mask was more of a pain in the ass then I previously anticipated. At first I found it was easy enough to find the drama club's costume room… But what I found was hardly my style. So I ended up looking for the pottery club, which as it turns out has more members than one would expect.
What ended up being produced was a simple dull white mask made of hardened clay with two eyeholes. Still not quite my style. So as a result I ended up trudging around the campus for about two hours in search of someone who could paint. I came across the resident art teacher Mr. Booth. I ended up telling him I wanted a smiling skull with pointed teeth permanently painted onto the front of this mask. And with a little help from my Geass it became his top priority.
This left me with the planning sequence which had yet to be fully thought out. I figured worst-case scenario I would just go up there stop the funeral like procession to his trial that they had arranged, and Geass the man in charge. Thereby securing my objective. However I would still be stuck with the obstacle of escaping unfollowed and unharmed.
I wasn't fond of the thought of being shot in the back by an overly patriotic police officer or citizen, nor did I think it would be fun if someone found out where I returned to.
Logically speaking, assuming that I can escape unharmed, all I really have to do is get to an abandoned building and say okay you're free now. What happens after that, I don't really give a crap. At that point I am no longer responsible for him.
I sighed in frustration, leaning back further into the revolving chair within the student Council room. The computer in front of me provided me with lots of useful information, including where this parade like procession would be held and at what time. They were literally broadcasting it, the only thing that they had yet to do was put a price on the tickets that they were likely to force people to buy in order to gain a viewing.
I'll need to acquire something along the lines of a smoke grenade, but will that be enough to stop them if they shoot at me blindly? I'm sure they have more than just conventional weapons at their disposal… Knightmare frames… I can't remember a single thing about them.
This gap in my knowledge genuinely confused me. I literally saw myself piloting one, so how hell can't remember how to use it? Many if not all other forms of basic information such as math skills, phone numbers, passwords, chemistry knowledge and many other things were still within my grasp.
However anything outside of that, like history, personal or otherwise, and family and friends was completely out of my circle of knowledge.
"Not my biggest problem right now." I said to myself in order to shake the thought away.
I'm not going to go there unarmed either, there's a very serious chance that I'm going to have to shoot my way out of somewhere. In that case I'm going to want something automatic- preferably small.
I searched for places I could purchase weaponry- both conventional and otherwise- on the computer. Several of them popped up most of them were close to the inner city. One of them stuck out to me 'Outlooks firearms and supply' apparently was the most successful and largest private security supplier around.
"Looks like I'm going into the city today." I checked my watch… Or at least I tried to. I then quickly remembered I didn't have one.
I really need to get a watch, cuz' that's beginning that to Piss me off. I instead reached into my lower chest pocket and pulled out my phone. The time was 12:34. I smiled. That gave me plenty of time to conduct my business and then maybe test out the so-called physical augmentations I had allegedly received.
But now that I think about I am really hungry. Almost to the point of being ravenous.
I turned back to the computer screen to quickly memorize the address of my destination. Immediately afterwards I closed all the applications I'd been running. Not bothering to turn the screen off I made my way to the door. The brief moment before my hand made contact with the doorknob was the very same moment with the door opened quickly.
THUD!
The sound was very audible, not to mention painful. I looked upwards with my eyes in order see who had struck me, fully prepared to chew them out. From my left eye all I could see was the white door. But I immediately calmed down once I realized what my right eye viewed. With my anger sated I backed up and opened the door for her while rubbing my head to lessen the pain.
"I'm sorry Lulu, are you all right?" I couldn't help but burst out in laughter as she gave me the puppy dog eyes while asking me this.
"What! I'm serious are you okay?" I stopped laughing but kept a sly grin.
"Yes I'm fine." I looked down into her arms were she was holding an incredibly large stack of papers.
"What's this?" I asked as I motioned to take it from her. The stack was quite heavy surprisingly but I discounted this as I placed it on the table.
"Just some miscellaneous paperwork for the student Council."
"Hey Shirley?" She looked up to me after taking a seat. "Wanna go to a movie or something tomorrow?"
The straightforwardness of my question caused her to blush. But regardless she nodded.
"Sure… Yeah that sounds great, what time?" She smiled sweetly at me. I thought for a moment and tried to find a time that would not interfere with my illegal activities.
"Around eight o'clock or so… Give or take a few minutes." I turned to leave quickly, trying to say goodbye and get out of there without being questioned as to where I was going… But that didn't work at all.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" she asked politely.
Balls… I swore internally. I grit my teeth and smiled nervously while turning my head to face her.
"Well, umm, I…"
"What's wrong? Don't wana tell me?" She teased playfully. I sighed in defeat.
"Well actually I was trying to lie." I paused "but I find it awfully hard to do when I'm talking to you."
Shirley giggled lightly.
"But to answer your question I'm going to an arms store to buy things illegally. Peace!" I said this quickly and loudly as I began to haul ass out of the student Council building. I laughed cheerfully as I heard an echoing 'What!' come from down the halls.
My legs carried me surprisingly fast, I took this down as field test number one for my alleged augmentations.
Cardio… I thought check. I made my way to the street after find the exiting the Academy grounds. Slowing down I made it to the corner of the sidewalk and motioned for a taxi. Surprisingly enough one was very forthcoming almost immediately. I slip inside quickly and told the driver the address of my destination.
Now I'm obviously going to have to do something about those knightmare frames. If I could find where they are located I can always Geass the technicians that work on them and rig some sort of explosive to blow them up remotely.
I paused briefly as I realized something.
But I don't want to make this look like an act of terrorism… I'm the only one who's done anything wrong here. So need to blow them up in a nonlethal area, if that's possible. Simply disabling them will do nicely.
This situation really irked the hell out of me, there were so many things that could go wrong. Even the slightest variable could completely change how things turn out.
The amount of support they have available.
Their willingness to negotiate.
My ability to persuade them, legitimately or otherwise.
Whether or not Suzaku was physically in good enough condition to stand and escape without me carrying him.
Whether or not they send someone to follow me.
And a whole shit storm of other things that could present themselves to me at any point in time during the process.
My best bet is to get an incredibly large smoke bomb, or several smoke grenades at least. The larger an area I can cover and make myself useable in, the better
I took a look at the scenery through the window- I was in the city now, it wouldn't be long until I got to my first destination.
And there is a possibility that they might mistake smoke bombs as a chemical attack. If that's the case, they're going to be pissed. The entire plan is almost completely pivotal around one thing… whether or not I can Geass the man in charge, if it turns out I can't, not only do I have to use the smoke immediately but I also succeed in making myself look like an ass.
"Driver, how much longer?" the taxi driver looked into the rearview mirror briefly.
"Where about 15 blocks away." I nodded pleasantly, absentmindedly noticing I had failed to put on my seatbelt. I double checked all the items on my person making sure everything was in its place. I even went so far as to flick my Geass on and off. Apparently the thought of walking into a store full of people that more than likely had guns on their person made me nervous. I was snapped out of my internal musings as the car lurched to a halt causing my face to slam into back of the driver's seat. The man turned around to speak.
"That'll be 43-" I cut him off by speaking over him.
"{Forget you ever drove me here and remove all evidence of me being in this cab}" not bothering to double check my command I opened the door and exited the vehicle. Stepping onto the sidewalk I looked up at the store that was before me. There are two small windows that of which were barred heavily with reinforced steel, cement structure had several cracks in it. The sign at the front that simply said 'outlooks' was faded and chipped. I looked to my left and right suspiciously… Duly noting that this was not a friendly part of town.
"Borderline ghetto…" I dubbed it as such as I walked over to and opened the more than likely bulletproof glass door. Once inside the scenery immediately changed. It was almost extravagant all the walls are white and ornate with golden trim and elaborate light fixtures. There was a display wall with multiple rifles, handguns, weapon attachments, and other such firearm paraphernalia along the back wall behind a simple white counter.
A man in his late 40s slightly graying hair on the edges walked up to me, he wore a suit with a name tag that said 'Day manager; Douglas'
"Good evening sir, what can I do for you?" he spoke clearly and with distinction no accent detectable. Clearly this man was most skilled with dealing with clients. I smirked arrogantly hoping to be perceived as someone who had lots of money to spend.
"As you can imagine I'm here to buy some guns, and as much ammunition as I can walk away with." The man wrote both his hands together once I emphasize the word guns. I knew for a fact he had recognized the plural.
Probably gets paid on commission.
"oh excellent, do you have something in mind, or perhaps I could recommend something." We both walked up to the counter, he moved behind it and turned on the computer at the desk.
"first order of business, I also need to acquire some magazines for the Beretta series. Preferably G elite… 92 FS if you don't have those." Douglas then looked at me quizzically and raised both eyebrows nervously.
"I'm sorry sir but I've never heard of that brand." Saying that I was shocked would be an understatement.
How can a gun store manager not know of the Beretta series? It's incredibly popular in… In… what the fuck. That's weird I can't remember… Where this thing was made. I shook my head to clear it. If he didn't know I would show him. I lifted my left hand into the air in order to show that I meant no harm, shortly after I slowly and deliberately slid my right arm into my breast pocket and removed my Beretta. Flipping it into the air with one fluid motion I caught it by the muzzle, ejected the magazine and the chambered round. Placing the firearm onto the table I slid it towards him.
"This is a Beretta, 92 G elite to be specific." Douglas picked up the firearm gingerly and inspected it. For a few moments he said nothing deftly turning the gun around and looking at it from multiple angles.
"Sir. I can honestly say I've never seen anything like this. I'm sorry but we don't carry anything for this, but I do thank you for this wonderful experience… It's not every day I get to see a unique gun." I quickly decided to play along, not wanting to say something stupid.
"Well, if that's the case can you have parts specially made if I provide the specs, or an already existing piece?" Douglas nodded once and smiled.
"Certainly Mr…?"
"Lamperouge." I filled in. I put the magazine and loose round onto the table as well. "since I have to hand those to over for a while I'll need replacement and got on top the other purchases I intended to make. What you have to offer me in the way of handguns?"
([{A.N.}]) Since most of you don't have explicit firearm experience/knowledge I will skip most of the technical bull crap where possible. ([{END A.N.}])
"Is it safe for me to assume that you would like something similar in size and weight to your original piece?"
"Indeed it is."
"Excellent, please follow me down stairs Mr. Lamperouge." I blinked in surprise. I never consider that this establishment would have a downstairs, more than likely it was a firing range and storage room of some sorts. Following Douglas to a back door which led downwards confirmed my suspicions. They were three separate compartments down a large firing lane at the end of the range there were several human shaped black targets with a white outlines and numbers etched into them.
"Please take a position in one of the posts I'll be back with a selection shortly." I did as I was asked and took a position in the center divider. Looking downrange I noted the distance to be about 30 yards at most.
How am I going to word the question 'do you sell smoke bombs and/or grenades?'… That one's probably going to require Geass. I didn't have long to ponder anything other than that, for Douglas quickly returned with a rolling cart. The top of the card was covered with an individual red velvet Plush cushion on which was adorned with multiple handguns for my choosing.
"Is it safe to assume they are all loaded?" I asked not bothering to take my eyes away from the firearms.
"Yes please inspect them to your heart's content."
"You don't have to tell me twice." I said as I reached for a USP 45 with what appeared to be a laser sight. (The handgun that you see most frequently throughout the original series.) Checking the left side of the gun for the safety, I noticed it was off.
Good, he trusts me not to shoot myself or him accidentally. I extended my arm and positioned my body accordingly as I aimed at the center target. Once the center of the target was in the middle of my sights I exhaled slowly. On a side note I remembered I only had 12 rounds to the magazine.
SHPWEE! Was the noise that came from the muzzle as I pulled the trigger once.
Internally suppressed? Interesting… Sounds kind of goofy if you ask me. Ignoring the cartoonish noise the gun made I pulled the trigger again.
SHPWEE! This time I focused on the recoil. It was more than the Beretta had produced… But then again it was more powerful too. Satisfied with my ability to control the recoil I fired in rapid succession.
SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE! I paused to readjust. SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE! SHPWEE!
The slide locked in the backward position as the gun clicked empty. Twirling it on my index finger I placed it on the table in front of me.
"I like it… But it sounds strange." Douglas nodded politely and motioned for me to try another.
What I reached for next was a Glock 17. I didn't know what caliber this one was for the Glocks had many different calibers for the same model. I was excited to find out. Extending my arms, gun in hand I fired.
BAAH!
"Definitely a 9 mm." I ignored the slight ringing in my ears and continued, knowing full well that there should be 16 more rounds in the mag.
BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! BAAH! I couldn't help but laugh slightly that the speed of my shots, most of them were clustered within 8 inches of each other on the target.
"So far that ones the best." Putting down the Glock on the right side of the table I reached for another weapon. It was a… actually I didn't know what this was. It was an ugly piece of crap if you ask me. Holding it up closer at eye level I read the side of it 'Highpoint 45 ACP' it's blocky construction made it ugly to behold yes, however it was small, which meant it was easily concealable. Once more aiming downrange I fired.
TUK! Lots of recoil for such a little guy. But I realized it was due to its small size that it was unable to use its own weight to stymie movement. Taking my time on this one I fired over and over again counting an additional nine shots. This led me to conclude that it had 10 rounds to a magazine. I placed this one on the right side of the table for I also decided to purchase it… despite the fact that it looked like it had been sat on by an elephant.
That one will make a nice boot gun. I joked to myself as I turned to view the last remaining firearm. I immediately recognized it as a Desert Eagle.
"You can keep that one, I don't feel like breaking my wrist." I said as I pointed towards the .50 caliber handgun.
"It has lower caliber variants if you're interested?" Douglas inquired.
".44 And .357 I know. However it's too big and flashy for my tastes, so instead I'll take the Glock and the High Point. I would also like cases for the both of them as well as all the magazines you have available for the two."
"Any attachments that you could think of Sir?" I thought about it for a moment. Silencers made things harder to conceal, and if I didn't keep them on the gun at all times I'll have to attach it before using it.
Too bad silencers are illegal in most… Most what? Dammit there it is again, my huge Flippin gap in memory.
"Holsters for the pair, I would also like 1000 rounds for each, packaged separately of course." I smirked as Douglas nodded happily.
I'm sure he thinks I'm going to be spending a fortune… to bad for him Geass picks up all my tabs. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 2:38. Although I had yet to acquire an automatic weapon as I had hoped. I concluded that my business here, for now at least was done, save for the smoke device.
"Mr. Douglas?" I called getting his attention. "{Everything I purchase here will be on the house, anything that is not in stock you will order for me immediately. You always remove the evidence of my purchases once I have received my merchandise. Any special requests I have are to be fufilled to the best of your abilities.}" I breathed in after the command. It was quite easily the longest one I had issued yet.
"{As you wish Sir.}" Came his courteous confirmation.
"Wonderful… put together the things I've asked for and I'll be on my way." He quickly got to work gathering up the firearms I requested as well as assembling the materials that were specified.
I still had much to do, and very little time to do it. But I was determined to free Suzaku. Nobody takes the fall for me just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, not even a so-called honorary Brittanian.
On a side note, I noticed I was painfully hungry… Probably need to fix that too.
TO BE CONTINUED SOON, NEXT CHAPTER. WOOT!