Audacity chapter 19.
*I've been looking forward to this chapter ever since I started writing this fan fiction. It might take a little bit longer than the others to produce an update, however this is because I'm trying to make it a little bit more awesome sauce. Also I weird side note, I noticed that this chapter was written on Friday the 13th.*
Yeah yeah you know the drill… .
Everything was set; most everyone was in position save for myself and two others. Using my comrade's knowledge of the area I determined a triple collapsing line of defense would be best in order to fulfill our objectives. The strategy consisted of, simply enough, three lines of defense. However the order of operations that of which it could respond to threats was far from simple and hardly predictable.
The outer line was the thinnest and mostly consisted of foot soldiers and three or four knightmares. Their job was to hold the line until things got hectic beyond the point of coordination. They were to fire only when fired upon or if the enemy attempted to breach the line. Once they collapsed and fell back to the second line of defense the entirety of the foot soldiers were to hide in a specific set of buildings designated by Ohgi until the enemy found its way to the second line.
Once the second line was reached by our enemies there would be 10 to 12 Kightmares awaiting them in the best cover available they would perform much like the first line however casualties were absolutely unacceptable and they were to take no risks when engaging. Once they became overtaxed they were to fall back into the third line of defense which consisted of the original resistance members of Saitama, and the remainder of the nightmares.
Once the third line a became fully engaged the foot soldiers hidden after the first line collapsed would engage all enemy armor from behind causing a vast amount of casualties and forcing the enemy to break formation.
This plan was specifically designed so it would stall the Britannians as long as possible with as little maintenance as possible. Which meant it was ideal for our current situation. Getting into Saitama was simple enough, it was as Oghi had predicted; many of the subway tunnels had collapsed due to various reasons. But it was also as I surmised, being that there were pathways regardless of how many detours we had to take.
Using the helmets fact sphere range enhancement system I zoomed in and observed the G1 mobile base from a distance of about 70 yards away. Turning back to the two I brought with me I went over the plan one more time.
"Yuki." I said to the man who had the exact same set of armor as I did, facemask included. "Your job is to set explosives underneath every knightmare you can get under." Yuki affirmed his orders as he double checked the 1 pound bricks of C-4 that had been provided to him. I then looked over to the other man.
"Yamada, I want you to take the larger explosives and plant them wherever you can on the G1. If I'm not out in less than half an hour…. Blow it to hell…." I said with the finality of an ultimatum. Yamada nodded although his hesitation was brazenly apparent.
At this point in time I completely acknowledged the fact that I might not come back alive, possibly not even in one piece. The thought did not make me shudder, in fact I grinned wickedly beneath the helmet.
"All right move-up, approach from different areas and get your jobs done, remember that I might detonate the C-4 within 10minutes of me getting in there… So plant it quickly." the three of us separated and approached the G1 and its surrounding encampment. Now on my own I walked slowly with a purpose, holding my assault rifle in a leisurely fashion. I spoted of the G1 past a table filled with various pieces of equipment. There was dozens of personnel, however they were all occupied their various tasks.
Avoiding people wherever possible I walked next to the G1 within arm's length of its armored exterior. While walking I counted a minimal of 14 Sutherlands with an additional 3 Gloucesters. And that was just around the G1…
Yuki doesn't have enough boom-shakalaka to handle all those nightmares, he should be able to get at least 10 though. I thought grimly as I approached the two guards on the side entrance of the foremost right leg panel. Detaching the goggles I activated my Geass and spoke to them.
"{Do not allow anyone other than me in or out of this vehicle, and if you see Cornelia… Kill her.}"
"{Yes sir!}" They both snapped a salute and stood aside. I left the goggles detached and hanging around my neck.
I'm lucky they don't require their soldiers to wear these goggles all the time. That was very true, in fact the only time I can remember seeing the goggles worn, was when a soldier was in actual combat or in a hazardous environment. I entered the mobile base and found no one inside that specific hallway. As much as I hated it, I un-holstered the USP.45 and began to clear rooms one by one.
I casually opened the first door to my right…. Nothing, just a series of panels and meters I didn't understand. I walked slowly through the next door which was located a dozen steps away down the hall. Inside I could hear voices. I slowly turned the handle to the door and peered inside, there were two noncombat personnel operating a series of screens and monitors.
"Attention bitches!" both men jumped and looked directly at me clearly shocked out of their minds. "{Obey me.}" Their features immediately smoothed over and assumed a dull expression. "Delete all records from today and cut communications to the Britannian forces if possible. And if you see Cornelia, kill her." I had no idea whether or not that was the actual control room, or whether or not it had any significance at all, but regardless my peons would carry out their tasks to the best of their abilities… Or so I hoped.
I passed through a narrow staircase onto the upper level. I leaned against the doorway and peered down a poorly lit hallway. Two guards, assault rifles, handguns, frag grenades…. And unfortunately facemasks.
Shit! I only see two ways to handle this, try to take them out quietly with the USP, or just unload on them with the model 209… fuck it. I went for the latter option. Being sure that the safety was off I leaned out further and put the barrel to the side of the doorframe. I snugged into a crouching position and lined up the first shot.
CLACK!
I fired only once at first to ensure the highest accuracy possible. I didn't even confirm whether or not the first-round hit its mark for I immediately let loose a flurry of ordnance. Sparks and pieces of black armor sprayed and ricocheted throughout the hallway as my muzzle flash gave the bodies of the dying an angular look due to the strobe like light show it produced. I didn't stop until the magazine was empty.
As soon as the ringing in my ears came down to a manageable level I ejected the spent magazine and inserted a new one, the action closed forward the moment the first round entered the chamber. I sprinted up hugging the wall while keeping my rifle aimed at the door. Crouching down by the dead soldiers I screamed in mock terror.
"It's Cypher 01! He's by the staircase!" I leaned over and angled myself to pick up the two discarded assault rifles and put on a show of sorts; letting loose periodic bursts of gunfire from each rifle separately until both were empty.
"He's down! Kill confirmed!" I shouted as loud as I could, still barely able to hear myself due to the ringing my ears. I leaned forward once more and patted down the corpse on my right until I found what I was looking for. It was significantly heavier than I expected but I was sure it would do its job nicely.
The door swung open violently as a broad chested man pushed aside the body to the left. I didn't think, I just reacted. I knew this man would overpower me if I was not careful, lofting my model 209 in my left hand I punched the barrel into his stomach and let loose a 5 to 10 round burst that sprayed me with Gore.
Thinking fast I spun around and huged the doorframe. That turned out to be a wonderful idea, for immediately afterwards small arms fire clinked along the wall in front of me clearly being shot from the room within.
"Darlton!" I heard a woman's voice scream. I took the momentary lapse in gunfire as an opportunity to pull the pin of the grenade and lob it into the room. It took less than a second to hear a chorus of profanities.
And less than five to hear the ear shattering BOOOM!
Despite the fact that I was outside of the room I still got shell-shocked, the force of the explosion caused my vision to blur in and out for several seconds. Shaking my head vigorously I peered inside ready to unload another magazine if necessary.
The site I saw was purely gruesome. Blood, bones, intestines, limbs, flaps of skin, and smoldering piles of the unknown covered almost every surface. I knew for a fact that it shouldn't look like this, explosions don't evenly paint the walls and ceiling.
Someone dove on top of it… They threw someone onto it more than likely.
I stood fully in the doorway, and with almost glazed expression surveyed its interior more critically. There was movement in the left corner, as well as behind the mounted chair in the back. I slipped and stumbled through the Gore until I reached it.
There was a black haired man with a ponytail draped over a woman, who I assumed was Cornelia. Laughing wickedly I shot the man three times adding blood splatters to the already defaced walls. It didn't appear to be lethal; two shots to the shoulder and one to the midsection. I kicked him off the Viceroy and took aim.
SHPWEE! SHPWEE!
The shots were not my own, this became doubly apparent as I felt two rounds bounce off the back of my armor, knocking the breath out of me. I whipped my assault rifle around and fired blindly in the direction of the original shots. I saw the man behind the center display table and corrected my automatic barrage accordingly resulting in at least half a dozen successful hits to the chest area.
An enormous force impacted into my lower stomach causing me to fly backwards and slide across the blood soaked floor.
Bitch! She just kicked me!
I sat up slightly and fired the few remaining rounds towards where the Viceroy had been, only to be shocked when my target was actually farther to the left on the other side of the chair. In a last-ditch effort to distract her before she could draw a weapon I hurled my firearm at her, she simply blocked with her arms causing the hunk of metal to clatter harmlessly to the floor.
I scrambled to my feet and attempted to draw the USP. Unfortunately I was immediately outclassed by a partial roundhouse kick to the ribs. The floor quickly rushed up to greet me as I banged my head against it. Shuffling desperately to my knees I was seized by Cornelia. She twisted my already injured arm behind my back all but breaking it with the colossal amount force that was put against it.
"You son of a bitch…" She growled, exuding the epitome of fury.
Every last part of my brain screamed at me to find a way out. In a last resort effort are reacted on instinct.
This is gonna hurt! I thought to myself as I drew the Glock and pressed the barrel against my lower stomach.
BAAH! BAAH!
Came the two muffled shots as I fired through the unarmored part of my body. Running off an adrenaline high I turned sharply to my left and broke the hold.
The adrenaline didn't last long for immediately felt the most excruciating pain possible on the back of my lower ribs.
The world was shaking. I flippantly aimed my Glock towards Cornelia and fired twice I dropped the gun from the recoil and fell to the ground. The pain was mind numbing, all my facilities were locking down and focusing on one thought.
FUCK! Why did I do that! Whether I thought this or actually screamed out loud I knew not for the entire world was silent and gray.
Need to… Get up… I had to force my body to comply with all but the simplest commands. Limply holding the Glock I pulled myself up right only to hunch over immediately to hold my right side.
Logic, coherent thoughts, and common sense, none of these made it to me as I began a line drive anywhere but there. I fell down the stairs as I reached them. Once at the bottom my world became pure and unyielding pain once more as I began to dry heave from the intestinal damage. Crawling until I reached the doorframe I hauled myself up once more.
It took what seemed like days to make it to the end of the hallway and out the door. The light was blinding and I stumbled. Someone caught me then began screaming questions. That sounded something like.
"-Vicer-alri-wh-end—"clips and syllables was all I really heard. I managed to gain a minute fraction of my facilities and managed to say.
"Go to the, gahh! Viceroy…hurry." The man immediately let go of me and attempted to force his way inside, but the two guards I Geassed held him back. I shuffled off away from the camp as they continued their conflict.
Need to… Detonate, the C-4. I reached up and pressed the transmit button in the helmet.
"Shhpt* Detonate, explosives… do it now. Shhpt*" I had managed to walk into a destroyed building. once inside I faltered and leaned against a still standing wall. A huge wind buffeted me followed by a incense spike in temperature.
I couldn't hear anything after that.
Which way was up?
Where was I?
There's so much blood…
These things and more I idly wondered with the coherency of a coma patient. To this day I honestly stand by the statement that; until you have been shot… You do not know the full force and unadulterated power of physical agony…
Then I blacked out.
To be continued..?