This is where it all comes together. I'm pretty sure you've been waiting for the showdown between Fujima's army of mercenaries and the officers of the Bokuto Precinct, so let's go!
Blasting along the freeway, the Corvette ZR1 was in its element. The helicopter that had taken off half-an-hour ago was now illuminating it in the night.
"I've got that Corvette in my sights." The pilot remarked.
"Don't let him go this time." The co-pilot said.
"We have a roadblock set up about a kilometer down the road in case he tries to outrun you." An officer replied. Fujima heard it all on the radio.
"So now what?" Kinoshita asked. "You can't outrun them this time."
"You're right..." Fujima replied. He suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned off the lights.
"What the?" The pilot exclaimed. "Where'd he go?"
The pilot searched frantically for the fleeing vehicle, but trying to spot the Cyber Gray Corvette with no lights on in the pitch darkness of the night was almost impossible.
"Swing around!" The co-pilot suggested. "He might be trying to turn around!"
"Where is he?"
"I don't see him!"
"Ah dammit, we lost him..."
Tom woke up at 6:30 that morning. Groaning, he got up and shifted so that he sat upright in the seat. As a special-ops soldier, Tom had learned to be ready to go at any time, so he could function on little sleep. He could usually grab sleep wherever he could, even if it was in the driver's seat of his Camaro. He got the keys and put them in the ignition.
"Half six." He remarked, looking at the in-car clock. He turned off the ignition and got out of the Chevrolet, marching towards the precinct.
As it turned out, Fujima had not blasted through already. That was what Tom was counting on. Nagoya was only about 355 kilometers (220 miles) from Tokyo, and if Fujima cranked his Corvette up to top speed, he could be in Japan's capital in just over an hour. However, he would've had to slow down so his mercenaries in the big SUVs could keep up. That would push his arrival time up so the officers could grab some rest.
At 7:00am, the other officers had woken up. Tom immediately got them to work. Most of the officers would go out to establish roadblocks to try to intercept Fujima. Some would stay behind to co-ordinate efforts in a command role, and the rest would take the captured pickups and grab some guns and ammo. Right now, the officers would take whatever they could get to defend themselves against the mercenaries. Some might have objected to the guns, and stated the rules about the use of firearms, but the Bokuto officers agreed that now, the rules had changed. And don't forget, Bokuto's officers were perfectly happy to do whatever it took to get the job done.
At 7:30am, the guns-and-ammo-gatherers were at the World War II Memorial Museum.
Inside, Shinichi, the receptionist, was reading a newspaper when the cops came in. Noticing this immediately, he cast the newspaper aside.
"Morning." He sighed. "Before you come to take away the guns, they are here as exhibition pieces, and we don't have ammunition on site. I have the paperwork to prove it..."
"Forget it." Masao, the lead officer replied. "We need to see the guns."
"OK... Right this way." Shinichi marched through to the exhibitions.
"Quite a collection here." Masao remarked.
"Damn right." Shinichi spoke, pointing to a row of submachine guns. "Thompson M1s. The famous Tommy Guns. Capable of 600 rounds of automatic fire a minute, ideal for clearing confined spaces and personal defense." He then pointed up to a big rifle. "M1 Garand, once called the "greatest battle implement ever devised" by US General George S. Patton..."
"We're not all gun experts here." Masao interrupted. "If we give the guns ammo, will they fire?"
"Probably." Shinichi thought. "I don't see any reason why they shouldn't. We keep them clean and we check for imperfections, so..."
"Great." Masao reached up and grabbed the M1 Garand off the wall. "Fujima's coming in hot, and we need every bit of firepower we can get our hands on."
"OK." Shinichi picked up two of the Thompsons and handed them to a pair of female officers. He then paused, a brainwave forming. "You want firepower?"
"Check this out!" Shinichi yelled as he tore off the cover to reveal a massive Browning machine gun.
"Whoa!" Masao reacted to the sight of the big belt-fed machine gun.
"The Browning M1919." Shinichi recited. "Air cooled, fires .30 caliber rounds at up to 600 rounds a minute. This very gun was used at Okinawa, fired 100,000 rounds without jamming. This big gun was donated to the museum in 1952 and has been here ever since." He said with a smile.
"This is definitely not legal!" Masao shouted.
"To fire, no. To keep as an exhibit, yes. I got the paperwork to prove it..."
"Forget it, seriously." Masao picked up the big M1919. "Whoa!" He felt the weight. "This thing must weigh about 14 kilos!"
"I suppose you want it?" Shinichi asked.
"OK. What's the catch?"
"Just catch Fujima."
"Got it." Masao put down the massive Browning and turned to find another officer. "Who do you think you are, the Strikeman?"
The other officer held up a spiked baseball bat. "You never know..."
At 8:00am, Fujima had still not arrived. At the precinct, the command tent had been set up and was now buzzing with activity.
"How come Fujima hasn't already arrived?" One sergeant asked. "For all we know, he could've already caught a boat out of Yokohama."
"Yeah, well, Fujima has a way of deceiving people." Another sergeant said.
In another part of the tent, Tom was sitting down on a seat, frustrated.
"This is stupid." He said out loud. "How come I'm stuck here when officers are going to be laying down their lives out there?"
"Put simply, you're too valuable to go out there and get killed." Daichi, an Inspector replied as he sat down beside the big American.
"Oh come on." Tom answered. "You want me to lead, you let me lead from the front. If this keeps up, good men and women are going to die out there and I can't do a damn thing about it!"
"You've been out of the game for too long Fortnell. It been two years. I don't think you're a good cop anymore." Tom simply sighed. "The fact is, if we let you out there, you're likely to do something reckless, get yourself killed, get other officers killed. You're not the cop you once were Fortnell." With that, Daichi got up and walked away. After a few seconds, Tom yelled and punched the memo board.
At 8:30am, the guns and ammo had been distributed. There were five roadblocks situated at the most likely paths that Fujima would take, with more officers ready to be dispatched to roadblocks that had come into contact.
"So this is it." Yoriko cradled her 870 shotgun. "It's going to happen."
"Indeed." Saori checked the magazine of her M1 Thompson. She and Yoriko had been assigned to Roadblock 5 along with Ken, Aoi and Chie. "Everyone got ammo?"
"Yes." Ken confirmed as he checked his .357 revolver. "Remember Yoriko, you've got the flare gun, so shoot a flare in the air if we come under fire."
"OK." Yoriko sighed.
"Is everything alright?" Aoi asked his partner.
"I'm OK, it's just..." Yoriko shook. "There's the very real possibility that I might just die out there."
"Don't worry." Aoi comforted. "Just do your best, and you can tell your gossip to the whole station yourself when this is over."
At 9:00am, the roadblocks were still quiet. Aoi, Yoriko, Ken, Saori and Chie were still at Roadblock 5, joined by another officer who brought more ammo and a 1928-model Thompson, the "gangster" version with a front pistol grip and a 50 round drum magazine. That officer was now keeping watch while the others were mentally preparing themselves for the warfare that was about to come to the streets of the city which they once thought were safe.
"Hey! I got something!" The officer called. The others rose up from behind the row of cars to check out the scene. Several big black SUVs were down the street from them, making their own roadblock. The middle was deserted, a no-man's-land that had the potential to become a deadly death zone.
"What do you want to do?" Saori questioned.
"I'll go out to establish contact, you guys get ready." The officer started to march towards the SUVs. "Now remember the rules of contact. No-one opens fire unless we are fired upon firs..." All of a sudden, a shot rang out and the officer fell on the spot.
"Dammit!" Ken cursed. He saw several mercenaries lined in a row, weapons raised, ready to fire. "GET DOWN!"
The remaining officers quickly complied before the storm of bullets erupted. Yoriko yelped as the mercs began to shoot up their roadblock. Windows were smashed, tires were flattened and the cars were generally wrecked as the mercs continued to shoot at the wall of metal in their way. After about 200 bullets, the firing stopped. There was a tense pause.
Suddenly, Saori and Chie leaped up from behind one of the cars and started spraying their Thompson submachine guns on full automatic at the mercenaries. The mercs started scrambling for cover as the two females brought some of their own automatic fury to bear on the other roadblock. As they marched towards the SUVs, Saori changed the magazine on her gun while Chie kept firing. The 50 round drum magazine of Chie's 1928 model Thompson allowed her to keep firing longer than Saori's WWII military-issue M1 Thomson and its 30 round stick magazine.
A couple of mercenaries then rose up from behind a GMC Yukon as a couple of shots from the pair of policewomen punched into the gas tank. The mercs started spraying their MP5 submachine guns in their general direction. While Saori quickly turned and ran back toward the police roadblock, Chie kept on going. She was determined to prove herself, and as she slammed in another drum magazine, a merc took aim and shot her in the shoulder. She screamed and fell to the ground.
The scream alerted Aoi, who peeked out over the hood of a police cruiser and was shocked at the sight of Chie lying there, bleeding.
"Oh god..." She muttered, before yelling, "We have an officer down!"
"Officer down?" Yoriko asked.
"It's Chie."
Yoriko started breathing rapidly. With shaking hands, she reached for the flare gun, pointed it at the sky and shot a red flare into the air.
At the command tent back at the precinct, someone noticed the flare going up. "Isn't that... Roadblock 5... The hell?" Other flares began popping up.
Inside, the activity suddenly became more alive. Tom noticing this, asked, "What's going on?"
"Roadblocks have come under fire." Miyuki reported. She and Natsumi, like Tom, had been kept back at the command tent.
"How many hostiles?"
"Appears to be five armed mercenaries at each roadblock, except for Roadblock 5, which appears to have 15 mercs firing on officers..." Miyuki paused as she listened in on comms. "From what I can gather, one officer has already been... Killed... And another... Is wounded."
"Eh?" Tom interrogated. "Who's wounded."
"It's... Chie Sagamiono..."
"Dammit." Tom muttered. "I knew she had something to prove." He looked over at Daichi. The Inspector gulped. Here was a look that said that if he did not allow Fortnell to go out there and rescue his friends, he would kill him with his bare hands and go out there himself.
"Do whatever you need to do." Daichi said.
"Alright." Tom looked out of the tent. "You know what Miyuki? I remember you as being able to drive anything with four or more wheels. Can you still pull it off?"
Back at the roadblock, the fire was too heavy for the officers to try to go out and rescue Chie. However, during a pause when the mercs stopped to reload, Yoriko was suddenly overcome with determination. She grabbed her shotgun, leaped over the hood of a car and with new-found bravery, started firing the shotgun at the mercs.
"What's she doing?" Ken asked.
"I don't believe it!" Aoi replied. "She's going out to rescue her rival!"
Yoriko pumped the shotgun and continued to fill the SUVs with buckshot. When she reached Chie, she grabbed her hand and pulled her up to her feet.
"What are you..." Chie started.
"Go!" Yoriko cut her off as she fed more rounds into her 870 shotgun. Chie didn't need to be told twice. With one hand gripping her shot shoulder, she ran as fast as she could back to the police roadblock. Yoriko fired two more rounds at the mercenaries, actually managing to hit one. She then turned and ran back to friendly lines as Aoi fired his snub-nose .38 revolver at the mercenaries.
Back behind a police cruiser, Yoriko and Chie were ducking to avoid being taken out by incoming fire.
"I don't know what to say..." Chie panted, shocked at being rescued by her biggest rival.
But before Yoriko could think of something to say, a big diesel engine sound came in. Before anyone had time to ask what was going on, a bus burst through the roadblock and did a slide, coming to rest in the no-man's-land, it's rear facing the mercenaries.
Ken, shocked at the sudden appearance, had only this to say.
"What the... Hell?"
Sorry for being away for a very long time. Lack of motivation, important events in my life, but I will not abandon this story. I will stick with this story until it is finished!