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Intelligence
-Chapter Twelve: Medic
Shinji pulled his motorcycle to the curb and stared at the gaudy front of the club. "I'm too old to be around this place."
"Think how I feel." Shinji turned and saw two of his fellow officers sitting at one of the tables in front of the small café behind him. "How do you want to do this?" Naota asked.
"Do you have vests?" Shinji asked.
"Yeah," Dan stated. "But we don't have plates."
"You too?" Shinji asked.
"You don't have plates either?" Naota demanded. "Did you request them?" Shinji nodded. The older man leaned back in his seat. "We might have to inspect the quarter master." Shinji nodded in agreement. "So, what kind of weapons do the German's have?"
"The DA team was armed with MP7s," Shinji stated. "Just vests won't stop 4.6mm armor piercing rounds." Takeo pulled up in the sedan, ignoring the no parking sign and climbed out.
"Am I late?"
"On time," Shinji stated. "We'll try to keep this low key."
"What about the bodyguards?" Dan asked.
"They won't be armed," Shinji replied. "It's illegal for Japanese civilians to carry concealed weapons. Once we're in, split up. Takeo back door and Dan front door. Naota and I'll find the man. Get your radios to forty-two." Shinji dug his radio out of his pocket and unwound the small headset's wire. He tucked the bud into his ear and played with the microphone a little.
"Alright," Naota replied. Shinji stripped off his suit jacket and laid it across his bike. "Move fast and avoid doing the takedown in front of the crowd. Everybody remembers about the blond, right?" They nodded. Shinji glanced around the scene and walked across the street quickly. He ignored the line and headed right for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Shinji stared down at the hand pressed against his chest and then up at the security guard. With a sigh he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open to show his ID.
"Move."
"What's that supposed to mean?" the man demanded, peering at Shinji's ID.
"It means I can shoot you," Shinji stated. "Move."
"I don't think. . ." Whatever the man didn't think was forgotten as Shinji slammed his fist into the man's jaw. The shock traveled strait up his mandible bone and into his temples just like Rossi. He was down before his eyes were even fully closed. The rambunctious crowd outside the door was suddenly silent.
"Split up," Shinji ordered.
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Asuka stared at her reflection and played with her new blond lochs. There was no way she wanted that idiot to recognize her outside of work. Hirano had turned out to be as big an idiot as she had suspected and only marginally more useful than she had hoped.
She put on her best smile and walked out of the bathroom to confront her job once again. "Hey Loretta! Where'd you go?"
"Just had to powder my nose," Asuka replied sweetly.
"Women," Hirano snorted. He turned back to groping some bimbo who had probably gotten back stage by flashing a security guard. "Want to join us?"
"No thanks." Asuka tried to remember why she was putting herself through this. As a relatively famous person, Hirano could influence people much easier than she could. He couldn't get a lot of information himself, but his groupies, maybe even the bimbo, could. Asuka looked around the small room and frowned as she noticed the head security guard making exaggerated movements. "Something wrong?"
"Someone knocked out one of my men," the man stated.
"My adoring fans," Hirano stated smugly. "They love me so much."
"Another guard found him and he's just coming to," the man stated. An excited voice came across the radio speaking far to fast for Asuka to translate. Apparently she wasn't the only one. "Calm down damn it! What's wrong?"
"He said he was a government agent." Asuka stared at the radio. "I tried to stop him Mister Brooks, really! The bastard went from standing there to swinging faster than I could follow."
"Government," Brooks repeated. "Did he show some kind of proof?"
"He had an ID," the man on the other end stated. "I tried to ask him about it, but he caught me by surprise."
"Shit," Brooks stated. "What does he look like?"
"Kind of tall with brown hair and blue eyes in black pants and a white button down shirt," the man stated. Brooks turned to the other guards in the room.
"Find him and bring him here," he ordered. "Something's going down. If he is a government agent than we're going to help him as best we can and get him out before it affects the show."
"No!" Brooks turned and stared at Hirano. Asuka did as well. The man was obviously panicking. 'He got found out,' Asuka decided. 'Why am I not surprised? Best get my ass out of here.'
"Sir! If he works for the government than we need. . ."
"I don't pay you to help the government!" Hirano shrieked. "I pay you to protect me!" Asuka took advantage of the confusion and slipped out the door. No point in risking her ass to save someone less important. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open. She hit the speed dial and raised the device.
"This is Loretta. Can you give me a lift?"
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"Hey man!" Shinji ignored the security guard's cry and threw the man into the wall. Sometimes tact was overrated, mainly when time was of the essence.
"We're going to be in trouble for this," Naota commented as he pushed the doors leading backstage open.
"The government won't pony up on my behalf," Shinji stated as he stepped into the back hallways with the older man in tow. "I'm a war criminal, remember? They'd never higher my type."
"Why do you think I left the army?" Naota asked. Out of sight of the crowd they both drew their weapons and moved forward with them at the ready. "Door."
"Yeah," Shinji agreed, spotting the door with the large gold star on it. "Kind of cliché."
"He's a rock star, they're all cliché," Naota returned. Shinji moved to the far side of the entrance and Naota put his back against the wall on the close side. He pressed the crown of his pistol's suppressor against the lock and looked up. Shinji readied his pistol and nodded. Naota fired twice and gave the door an old fashioned mule kick. It flew open and Shinji sped into the room.
"I'll kill this bit. . ." Shinji fired once while still moving to clear the doorway. The .45-caliber blended metal slug hit the man in the wrist of the arm that he was using to hold a knife to a young woman's throat. The round took his hand clean off. Shinji, satisfied that he wasn't a threat, swept the rest of the right side of the room with Naota taking the left.
"Injury." Shinji turned and saw Naota kneeling over a man's body. He walked over quickly. The man was still alive and pissed.
"Little bitch stabbed me in the back!" he spat. "I sent my guy out to find you and he stabbed me in the back. Ten years GSDF and he got the drop on me. Never thought he'd have the cahones to do it."
"It'll be alright," Naota stated, pulling out a knife and cutting the man's shirt open. "Take care of the little bitch over there." Shinji looked up, only now noticing the high pitched whine filling the room.
"Great." He holstered his pistol and walked over to the rock star. He pulled the man's studded belt off and cinched it tight just above his elbow. No point in trying anything other than a tourniquet when somebody lost an appendage. Suddenly his ear bud crackled.
"Sir! Blond heading for the back door. I'm in pursuit."
"I'm on my way."
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Takeo moved carefully through the access doors and looked around the hallway. He glanced at a sign on the wall. It told him that the back doors were down the left hallway. He hurried to the hallway's opening and saw a blond almost at the door. "Freeze!" The woman spun and then sprinted. "Sir! Blond heading for the back door. I'm in pursuit."
"I'm on my war," Shinji replied. Takeo sprinted after the woman. She managed to make it to the back door and than out into the alleyway beyond, slamming the door shut on the way.
"Shit." Takeo grabbed his Mk. 23 and slowed his pace. He reached the door and considered his options. A, wait for his superior and maybe loose the blond or B, take the chance.
With his decision made he kicked the door open and swung out side, sweeping the right side of the right side of the alley. He spun to clear the left and heard the tiny sighs of a suppressed weapon.
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Shinji sprinted through the halls of the theatre. He spotted an open door and ran towards it. "Takeo?"
"Sir." Shinji stepped outside and nearly tripped over his subordinate.
"Shit!" Shinji kneeled and stared at the man's blood stained shirt. "Hold on Takeo."
"She went that way," Takeo rasped. Shinji heard a car door slam and shot to his feet. He sprinted towards the end of the alley and heard the squeal of tires. He burst out of the alley in time to see a blue SUV peeling away. Shinji raised his Mk. 23 and emptied the magazine into the SUV's rear windshield. The glass held. On auto pilot Shinji dumped the magazine, his hand already pulling out another before the first had hit the ground. He slapped the special magazine into the weapon and thumbed the slide stop. He managed to fire twice more before the SUV turned a corner, the driver unaware of the tiny tracking device now imbedded in his left rear wheel. Shinji holstered his weapon and sprinted back to his partner, thumbing the push to talk button on his radio as he ran. "Medic!"
"What?" Naota demanded.
"Man down!" Shinji snapped as he dropped to his knees next to the wounded man. "Get me a medic now."
"Did you get them?" Takeo whispered. Shinji tore his shirt open and stared at the wounds. They were tiny, but there were at least six, all in his upper torso. There was no way the shooter missed the heart or lungs.
"I got them," Shinji stated as he pulled his folding knife from his pocket and began cutting Takeo's shirt into strips. He waded a few up and put them over the wounds. "Don't worry Takeo. We're all done."
"Good," Takeo replied faintly. "Got the bitch. She took my Mk. 23. Did you find it?"
"Yeah." Takeo nodded. His eyes slid shut.
"Takeo! Wake up!" Takeo's chest stopped rising. "Oh, don't do this."
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-Author's notes. There goes one. Some of you probably think this was sudden; well, death for a soldier is sudden.