So can we get a Nanoha Innocent anime with the second Gundam Build Fighters OP?

No?

As soon as Quint left the cave, she felt her mouth dry. The air felt sour and unwelcoming. Breathing slowly, she closed her eyes for her body to adjust to the higher altitudes. Clouds of dust swirled between the cliffs and the jungle below, making her nose twitch every time the dust kicked up. A low droning noise echoed in the mountain top, making passes every time. Looking into backpack, she started to look through the possible combination of colors that would fit this dry mountain top.

Splashes of brown, green some. She thought, scratched her neck. Nothing really seemed to decent until she remembered the small trinket after she fought Ocelot. Quint eventually found it, playing with the small patterned material. Scanning it over several times, her Barrier Jacket shifted around, refitting the mana folds and patterns to fit the new style. Flexing her arms and legs, the Haimirian agent nodded. Planting herself next to a small overhang of rocks, she peeked over. A guard watching everything from the top with two extras patrolling around the area. A vulture flapped down and hobbled around, looking for small trinkets of food it can get from the mountain top.

Gotta take down the overwatch. Raising her pistol over the small hill, Quint cracked a shot at the guard as he coughed before collapsing on the ground. The recoil of the pistol felt weird as she looked back at her weapon. The silencer degraded and a few extra shots would break it. Grumbling to herself, Quint stuffed the pistol to its hostler. Just gotta not get caught I guess. Spotting an outcropping of rocks, she made a dash towards in and dove right between. A vulture cocked its head at the Haimirian agent before milling about its own business.

It wasn't too long down the path when Quint felt the air vibrate. Pressure cut through pressure as she ducked down behind a small crevice. A helicopter lifted from the cliffs side before zooming away. Blinking, she could have sworn to see that machine before. Its body was like a stub, small and compact. Smaller wings than most other variants of the Shutran helicopter and half-bubble dual canopies gave its appearance almost forward leaning to attack. It looks like a Mi-8 Hip. I'll call it a Hind.

Creaking the door open, and pistol up, Quint quickly checked the storage house at the top of the mountain. The air tasted stale, probably because the place barely opened at all. Before her was a small staircase as she crept up. Eva's soft humming rang in her ears. She was here, and the place was safe. At least for now.

She peaked around the corner, Quint's eyes stared in disbelief. Fresh red scars traced her fair skin, some only caked in dried blood. The wounds from strikes only covered other scars, patches of dark red and white stabs around her shoulders. Unable to stay silence, the Haimirian agent coughed.

Eva quickly turned with a small tired smile on her face. "You're quick."

"You look like you could use some rest."

"It's fine. Playing two roles hasn't gotten me much sleep."

"And the scars?"

"The colonel…"

Quint's eyes widened for a second, "He found out?"

"I'd be dead if he found out." She shook her head. Her fingers curled into a ball and shook. "It's a hobby of his. Getting pleasure from other's pain…"

Worry overcame her as Quint reached out to touch her back. "What?" The brunette asked, "They look that strange to you?"

"N-no, I'm… worried that's all. I have my own scars."

"May I see?"

"No."

The two of them looked at each other in awkward silence, fidgeting with their thumbs. But Quint broke their silence, seeing a smaller scar just below Eva's breasts.

"Th-that scar. Where'd you get that?"

"I got after defecting to the Soviets." Eva said, getting herself dressed up again.

"That's a lie. It's older than that." She pointed out. "And code breaking is a desk job."

"Well, you want to know how I got it?"

"Yeah."

"Too bad." Eva turned again and poked Quint on the nose. "A girl's gotta have some secrets right?"

"But enough about that," She immediately when back to dressing up. "The Phase Two trials of the Fanzabastovka are about to start. And it looks like somebody else is coming to spoil the party."

"Zaporozhet?"

"His forces are on the way here. Harlaown is calling back his troops to meet them."

The purple-haired mage bit her lip. Security would tighten up, not only on the ground, but the skies as well. Evacuations wouldn't be possible unless they flew out in jets, but she had no clue how to fly one.

Eva broke her train of thought, turning back around with her uniform back up. "You'll need this key. The door to the underground tunnel can only be opened with that key. Once your there, you can follow the tunnel right into Groznji Grad."

Storing the key in a side pocket, the brunette handed Quint another two items. Small little hot plates with fresh food in them. Her face lit up. She hasn't eaten ever since hiding in the box.

"I bet if I kissed you." Eva chuckled. "You'd taste like a wild beast."

The little comment turned Quint's face red. A nice little nice gift, but there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Where is Flor being held again?"

"In the West Wing of the Weapons Lab. The Weapons Lab is broke into three parts. The East Wing where the scientists draw out the plans and blueprints. The Center Wing where those weapons are stored. And the West Wing, a small little storage area. The Fanzabastovka is in the Center Wing."

Quint felt her mouth start to water, the smell of the plates too great for her to control. "Would you mind if I ate?"

"No, go right ahead."

Joy filled her heart as Quint popped the lids open, revealing small portions beef, vegetables and potatoes. Humming happily with each bite, Eva smiled. "You're a little piggy aren't you?"

"I like good food. Shutran rations are good for energy, not taste."

"But anyways, there is one problem with getting into the West Wing."

The purple-haired woman felt her heart sink. Another obstacle. Why couldn't things be simple? "Not again…"

"The West Wing has the highest level of security. You need to be Major class to get in. But I have an idea." The twin hair-clip woman withdrew a small picture and handed it over. It was Colonel Harlaown with another person. A woman with short hair. They were holding hands with the Colonel's most softer expressions on her. Likewise, the woman returned the smile, a bit of playfulness in her eyes.

"Major Amy Ladayevna Limietta. Pretend you're her."

"How?"

"Steal her clothes. You two look similar from the back, so they won't know the difference. From a distance, they won't notice the difference from short purple and short brown. She should be somewhere in the East Wing. Amy's been the people-person type."

"Got it. But how am I supposed to escape once I have Flor with me?"

"There's a lake thirty miles north of here. I had a WIG there."

"You mean a GEV?"

"Same thing."

"I can't fly a GEV."

"Good thing I do then!"

"Taking off from a lake is tougher than it looks. You've got to be more delicate."

"Hey, you've seen me on my bike." Eva looked a little defensive, her hands on her hips.

"Alright then. You handle the escape. I'll head over to Groznyj Grad."

As she started to head to the door, Eva grabbed her hand. "There's something I wanted to ask you."

"Ok, ask."

"What's the story between you and The Boss?"

How could one casually answer a question like that? When Quint was young, she's been fighting. For whom, she never knew. Then one faithful day, The Boss appeared and took her own her wing. Some times, The Boss would disappear; going on a mission. But just as soon as she disappeared, she returned, smiling as she usually did. Together they made the Strike Arts, talked about battle tactics and disassembled small firearms to clean them up.

Quint never knew anything about a family. But The Boss raised and taught her. Like family.

Gulping, she said, "She's like my… mother. And my master."

"A lover?"

"It's not that. It's deeper than that." She shook her head, turning to the side. "Half of me belongs to The Boss."

"Do you love her?"

"… It's not like that."

"Do you hate her?"

Hate her. Betraying the United States, selling a Shutran Colonel nuclear weapons and framing them. Throwing her over a bridge for her to drown in the rapids below. By any mean, she had every right to hate her.

But she couldn't. Not from everything before that.

"Does it have to be one or the other? Love or hate?"

"Yes. Of course." Eva looked confused at her, wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

"For ten years, we lived and died together."

"And you think you can kill her now?"

"I-." In her heart, she couldn't. But her orders were to. As much as her superiors told her to eliminate The Boss, Quint felt a pain in her gut. Their small fight in the forest proved that.

"That's your mission isn't it?" Eva let go, tilting her head. "Assassinating The Boss."

Walking to the other end of the room, she only shook her head and patted her legs. She couldn't answer that.

"Snake… Is there someone you like? Anybody special?"

She shook her head. "I've never been interested in other people's lives."

"You were interested in The Boss."

"That's different."

"Really?" Eva looked unconvinced. "How do you feel about me?"

"I… Don't know."

Trying for herself, Eva walked over to him, her arms squeezing between her arms. The brunette leaned in and pecked her lips. Nothing. Again, she tried, and still nothing. "Snake?"

Harsh cracks broke their moment of solace, as they broke apart and turned to the door leaned to the edge of the mountains. Quint gripped the handle as Eva grabbed her briefcase again and the two opened the door.

In the cold pavement in Groznyj Grad, Colonel Harlaown circled a small oil drum. Dents marked its hull from all angles as his hands lit with magical frost and sparks. A smirk on his marked face, he charged at the drum and smashed its hull in again as the sparks bounced around. Slapping the drum again, little droplets of crimson blood leaked out.

The Colonel chuckled to himself. A fine masterpiece of his own work. Taking his Stinger rounds out, the blunette smashed his fists into the canister, hurling it into other barrels neatly stacked. It bounced up from the collapsing mountain as a man's body lifted away from its top before landing on the ground with a thud.

Pain and shock were written all over his face, with marks of gangrene black skin on his fingers and mouth. Caked blood spattered all over his nice brown suit, and hair's burned to a crisp, Chrono's latest victim was none other than Verossa Cynosovitch Acous.

Clanging of spend shells drowned out when another woman's voice called out to him. "Colonel. Did he talk?"

A scowl appeared on his face. Only somebody like Ocelot would care about something like that. All the evidence was before them. All that mattered then was the death penalty for betrayal.

"No. He died before I could get it out of him."

The blonde looked back at dead researcher, shocked at how brutal he had been disposed of. "He wasn't the spy, then?"

The Colonel sighed. Why didn't she use her head for once? Walking over to Verossa, he lifted his right leg and popped open the heel of his shoe. A small black square with a dimly glowing red light, he held it before her.

"A transmitter?"

The box sparked and fizzed at the Colonel's raw magic ability. The Major grunted away from the small explosion as he tossed the trinket to the side, "Planted to keep someone informed of his location."

"So Acous was the spy?"

"Perhaps he was being used by someone else."

She harshly turned around, face disgusted. "Perhaps? This man was our comrade!"

"Comrade or not, he is of no use for us now."

Ocelot marched in front of him, mouth and nose angrily twitching. "I don't approve of your methods."

Glaring back, he growled, "I don't need your approval; I'm in command here."

"And that nuclear shell…"

"Still feeling sore about that?" he smugly answered. "This is war, Major. A Cold War, fought with information and espionage. We must root out spies wherever they hide. Our enemies must be weeded out." He turned away from her and walked a few paces. "Your feelings are a menace to the unity of our organization."

"Somebody is leading this man. A single man can only do so much."

"But casting suspicious on our own comrades."

"The C3 explosives have been stolen."

"You think it was the Haimirian?"

"No, she couldn't have reached this fortress yet."

Ocelot raised her hands, giving up with an impossible man like this. "Then who?"

A horse whined as another joined the two. It was none other than The Boss. "I'd be careful about suspecting your own men."

Shortly after, Ocelot turned to see Hayate return, her usual fragile face curling away from the conversation. She turned. "Where have you been?"

"The Fear and The End have fallen." The Boss quickly interrupted, throwing The Fear's own crossbow before them.

Harlaown's face shifty turned to rage as he bashed the closest barrel to him, its body caved in from his slamming fist. "Damn it! How are the Cobras being been so easily?!"

Ocelot slowly picked up the crossbow, playing with it in her fingers. "She's good…"

"Fallen for her?"

The Boss jumped into the conversation again, getting on her horse. "Don't worry. I'll take care of her."

"What is she after? It must be more than just Flor."

"Haimiria is out to destroy the Fanzabastovka and get its hands on your inheritance. Al-Hazard."

Shocked filled his face, stuttering what befell upon him. "Impossible! Al-Hazard… It..!"

"And they're out to kill me as well. Colonel, tighten the security on this place. She's coming here. I'm sure of it!" Her horse buckled back and cried out. "I'm going to get the Davy Crocket." The Boss galloped away, leaving Chrono to march away, still stunned by this revelation.

Left alone, Ocelot continued to play with The Fear's crossbow. Something was on her mind when she sniffle the air. The scent of fresh perfume. Turning to Hayate, he raised the crossbow, its bolt at her neck. The brunette sharply gasped, gulping down.

"Tch, nice boots." She pointed at her feet, a little scuff on them. "Make sure you polish them properly."

From her perch on the cliff, hiding underneath a small white blanket with a directional microphone and binoculars, Quint heard and watched the entire thing. Again, the word Al-Hazard returned. Just what is that thing? Picking up her things, the mage returned to the house. There was another place she needed to be.

Drip, drip, drip. Falling water drops plumped on the concrete. Pillars of grey-black stones littered the ground as Quint dashed through. While her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she checked if she was followed. Nobody. She was save.

Before her was a small open area, with three walls spaced evenly across. The faint glow of the Shutran glowcap mushrooms made the agent smile. If anything, she could always get a small snack. Climbing down the latter to her side, she listened the tunnel's moaning winds. Some bats squeaked at the intruder, alarming others that somebody was nearby.

A bright orange lit erupted to the side as Quint raised her pistol to it. Flames cracked for a moment before disappearing. Alarmed, the agent quickly climbed over the walls and searched around. Nothing but concrete walls. Her breathing steadied as she crouched down and peaked over. Heavy boots clicked with the ground when another fireball erupted to the end of Quint as she hurried away. The boots were closer and when Quint saw who it was, she left her mouth ajar.

A small woman, no taller than lower chest high turned around the corner. Wielding a flamethrower with a hammer attachment, her Barrier Jacket was pure black with a bubble helmet obscuring her face. Small stub wings stood out behind her with twin fuel tanks. The fire she cracked out still burned behind her. If Hell had an entrance, she would be their guard.

Her foot slid against the floor as she lifted the weapon and blasted flames into the air, helpless bats falling like little moth balls.

"I am The Fury." She barked, twirling the nozzle in her hands. "The flames of my rage will incinerate you!"

Her legs stomped towards Quint as she slowly backed away. "I came back from space." She continued, "As I returned, I had one vision: the world set ablaze. And you know what I saw there?"

The little mage shot her flamethrower again, more bats falling to their death. "Fury." Her hand slid over to a small switch attached to her backpack. The stub wings ignited as she lifted into the air. "A great and terrible fury at being alive. And now you're going to feel the scorching heat of that horrible blackness."

Taking the moment to move, Quint dove to the other column as The Fury's flames coated the hallway. "BURN!" Shielding her eyes from the brightness, she scrambled further away from The Fury, and away from her flames.

"Where are you hiding, young one?" She called out, footsteps clanking against the floor. The mage slowed her eyes and counted to three: A way to calm herself down. The armor seemed heavy and if she managed to get behind her, she could try to burst one of the tanks. Resolution in mind, Quint hurried down the hallway, doing her best to keep her noise low.

The inferno in the middle started to cool with burnt chemicals filling the air. Quint did her best not to cough when she spotted the Cobra back turned. A single burst from her pistol broke the silence as her enemy lurched forwards. "What the-?" Another burst and the mini-mage toppled over. "Motherfucker!"

She immediately got back up and fired a burst, catching Quint's lower body. Her yelps quickly followed by tumbling on the ground made The Fury laugh. "Burn, baby!"

Patting herself down, the flames quickly extinguished. Taking the moment to rest, Quint looked at her opinions. The far two hallways or the two in the center. Hoping that she'd get her off-guard, the agent crept herself in the middle hallway furthest away. The Fury's footsteps hopped; looks like she was taking strides when she walked. Light burned the hallway close to her, some of the fire spilling over as The Fury's footsteps slowed down.

Her armor is high, but it reduces mobility. If I just get… Running to the end of her's, she peeked around the corner. The Fury didn't seem to notice her. Loading the pistol again, Quint fired, the mana shots hitting her head and suit. "My suit!"

The Fury engaged her jets and flew at Quint, threatening to smash her with her hammer. Running away, she nearly dodged the hit, as cement stone and metal caved in and one of the support beams nearly crumbled. "Missed!" She cursed, head darting back and forth. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" she bellowed.

Nope, not getting close unless I know I can win. The Haimirian agent's eyes bulged, seeing the column collapse. If she does that again, the entire tunnel will collapse! Climbing over one of the walls, she looked around for any sign of The Fury. Flames erupted in another hallway, her feet hopping in their steps. Was this the way astronauts were trained to walk?

Her mind focused back, pushing the unnecessary trivial away. Knuckles cracking as they curled around her pistol, Quint jumped back down and looked around.

"Three… Two… One…" Quint looked around, seeing The Fury's jetpack roaring. "Ignition… FIRE!" The mini-soldier rocketed up, spinning and laughed with her hammer swinging like a massive wheel.

"SHIT!" Quint yelled, turning around the corner as The Fury hovered over the ground and landed. Taking her chances, Quint lunged at her, shoving the hammer nozzle to the side. A quick jab at the smaller woman's collar and kicking her legs from under her, the Hammer Astronaut flew to the ground with a sounding thud. "Die you son of BITCH!"

The mage activated her boosters again, flying away from Quint as she shielded her face from the flames. Bits of her hair caught on fire as its smelled almost made her thrown up. Luckily her Barrier Jacket directed the heat and flames away from her body. Rolling away from the fire, Quint got herself rested to another wall. But The Fury lifted her nozzle over the walls and shot flames across the walls, consuming them.

Desperate, the Haimirian agent dashed towards The Fury's hallway, evading the flames as she spurted them around in a wild frenzy. Finding the small pyromage hovering with her backpack, Quint fired to more shots, hitting her thrusters as they spurted and launched her crashing into the middle.

Pistol still raised, she made her way back to the fallen Cobra, seeing her slowly get back on her face. "Boss…" She struggled to stay. "This is the end of the Cobras… You've gotta live on."

Magic glowing in her right hand, Quint kept her stance. Is she going to explode too?

"… You're the only one left. I'm off… to join The Sorrow." Magical flames exploded from her body as she screamed like her skin was melting off. It lasted for a second as The Fury collapsed on her knees. Her arms hung loosely as they unsealed her helmet and tossed it to the side. Long red hair trickled out as the surrounding fire swarmed around her face. "Beyond the flames of fury. The fires of Hell will purge me clean!"

The Fury stood back on her face, stumbling with every step and reaching out. "I… I can see it!" Her legs finally got a steady grasp as she ignited her backpack again, slowly lifting her into the air. "Th-the Earth is..!" Soaring to the ceiling, the Cobra slammed face first as slabs of the cement fell. Rolling to the side, Quint continued to look and saw a flaming angel circling above.

I'm getting out of here! She made a run to the far-ends exit as the specter flew between the hallways, burning everything that it touched. Escaping through the door, the angel tried to follow after and exploded, sealing the tunnel.

With everything settling down, Quint leaned over the nearby guardrails, panting. "Th-that's all of them… Almost done."

Snow sprinkled from the skies in even coating from the skies above Groznyj Grad. Tanks laid out ready with escorts, soldiers and guards patrolled in circles, constantly watching one another.

The inner fortress was no different. Officers armed with pistols patrolled around, looking after the scientists that researched advantaged technology. Reinforced armor, cigarettes that produced a small puff of knockout gas to even night vision goggles. The Colonel's pockets were deep, as scientists gleefully did whatever they could with armor, weapons and gadgets.

But there was always one person that always seemed to float around the place. Her hair cut military short to a bob, and a slightly muscular figure, she could always be considered 'womanly gentle'. Soft brown eyes with a spark of ingenuity, if the Colonel had a soft side, she is that sole link. The daughter of Admiral Lada, Amy Limietta.

After talking with some of the scientists about the newest assault rifle, Amy continued to aimlessly wander the hallways. Smiling and saluting at every officer there, the brunette enjoyed her freedom.

Seeing a new face, she tilted her head. A woman with short purple-hair and body toned like a fighter, she seemed weird wearing a scientist's uniform. A small cigarette in her mouth, and a bandana around her forehead, the new person looked lost.

But hey, can't judge a book by its cover.

"Excuse, are you a new person?" Amy asked, walking over to the scientist. "Because I can help if you like."

The scientist looked off-guard as she looked at Amy. "O-oh, I was just, Uhhh, looking where all the other scientist were."

Amy giggled, pointed to the room on the far side of the room. "Over there. How new are you? What's your name?"

The woman looked to the side, gripping her cigarette. "May I ask you something?"

"Ok, sure."

"Does this smell like chloroform to you?"

"What?" A small puff of white smoke fogged her face as Amy waved it away. Shapes and figures started to blur as everything turned black.

A few moments later, Quint carefully stuffed the brunette in a locker and locked it. She sighed, it was too close. Stripping down and donning the major's uniform, Quint looked at the mask in her hands. Who would have thought that the mask was the same person? Cupping it on, Quint adjusted the lips and cheeks to her own as it gave shape. The eye holes molded to hers, feeling like a second skin. With Amy's cap on her head, Quint looked in the mirror. Heh. Not even Amy's mother would know the difference.

Shortly after, Quint entered the West Wing as the guards closed the door again. She was alone. Scratching at her neck, she overheard Flor's voice.

"Here it is." He said.

Another woman's voice followed after; Quint running to the side door and listening in. "You can count on me."

"What about Al-Hazard?" She asked.

"I don't know anything about that." He paused. "Wh… What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" The agent looked through the windows as she listened. It was Eva and Flor talking with one another. Eva seemed to advance to him with a small tube of lipstick.

"What's the matter?" the brunette asked.

"I know nothing I swear!" he gasped. "No one by the Colonel knows about Al-Hazard."

"I see…" Eva unrolled the stick as Flor panicked again, whimpering. Leaning away, she applied it to herself before heading to the exit. Quint hid behind some boxes as the other woman exited the West Wing.

The purple-haired mage took off the mask before heading in. "Wh-who's ther… Wait. It's you. The woman from the IIA." He looked confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you before didn't I? I'm here to get you out."

Flor smirked. "A woman of honor, just like her commander." His tone turned melancholy. "But I'm afraid you're already too late. The preparations for Phase Two are complete."

"What exactly is Phase Two?"

"It's a composite range extension system for medium range ballistic missiles. The Fanzabastovka was designed as a tank that could launch nuclear missiles from any type of terrain. But there was one problem that we couldn't figure out to solve: The ICBMs we have today are simply too big for the Fanzabastovka to carry. But the military would not hear of it. They wanted a weapon that could launch a nuclear missile directly into the Haimirian homeland."

"So there's no way to load an ICBM on to it, so how'd you do it?"

"By accelerating the Fanzabastovka itself. In Phase Two, a rocket booster is attached to the hull. The unit incorporates the same technology used in the Vostok Rocket that sent Major Tereshkova into space. Using this booster, the Fanzabastovka can achieve a land speed of over three-hundred miles per hour."

Quint looked astonished. "That thing can go more than three-hundred miles per hour?"

"Yes. And from this state of acceleration, it launches a nuclear missile."

"So the tank itself acts like the first stage of a rocket."

"Precisely. The range of the missile increases from two thousand five hundred miles to six thousand miles."

"That's enough to hit anywhere in the States!"

"Not only that, but the Fanzabastovka, there's no need to construct silos. All you need is a runway about three miles in length. It cannot be detected by spy planes or satellites: A mobile fortress, capable of deploying anywhere at any given time."

Quint shook her head. This type of weapon in the hands of anybody was dangerous. A weapon from Hell itself.

"As of now, the Fanzabastovka in the hanger is the only one of its kind. But Harlaown is planning to mass-produce them, and ship to every Soviet satellite and ally they have. To the Eastern European states, and Asia. He even plans to use it as bait for uprisings among dictators, ethnic insurgents and revolutionary forces in the Third World."

"With this power, the balance of the Cold War will shift. They fear each other's power making this competition between nations. Deterrence. The idea of using threats to keep one's enemy in check. But with the Fanzabastovka, it goes beyond the level of 'threat'. It will render 'deterrence' meaningless. The Cold War will end, and the entire planet will be consumed by the fires of war!"

"It's too late my friend."

But Quint refused to give in. "No. It's never too late. All we have to do is destroy the prototype and the facility." She turned to him. "Just tell me what I need to destroy this place."

Flor stood back up, pacing in a line. "The liquid fuel used by the rocket engine are held in a tank. If you can blow it up somehow…" The scientist snapped his fingers. "Some C3 would be enough to blow up the entire hanger."

"You mean that cutting-edge plastic explosive? But I thought that it's gone missing."

"Y-yes, it is… Where did you learn that?"

"I listened in to Colonel talking about it earlier." She said sheepishly.

"It was stolen by the female spy that was here not a moment ago."

"Eva?"

"No, that's not her name. Her name is Hayate. She made her way in here by becoming Harlaown's lover."

Things didn't add up from what she saw. "I thought she was your lov… Wait, you have a family back in Haimiria don't you?"

"Yes. My wife and my daughter."

The mage then blinked. "So then how long as Hayate been here?"

"A few weeks."

"That's a few days from the Virtuous Mission then."

"She said that Zaporozhet sent her."

"What did you give her?"

"All of the experimental data for Fanzabastovka." He grabbed on her shoulders and pleaded. "You must destroy the prototype!"

"I will, but after I get you out of here."

"… I'm not going."

"My mission is to rescue you!"

"No."

"Flor!"

The man hung his head looking around the storage room. "I cannot return to my country. I would be sent to the Gulags."

"What about the US?"

"I have my family there. But even then I would once again find myself making weapons of mass murder. It doesn't matter where I go." He said defeated. "I'm still a weapon's scientist."

Flor sighed, hiding his face behind his hands. "To be honest with you, I'm tired. Every day, I help create things that should never be used. Things that should have never existed. Every day, with sleep." He looked down. "Without a single word of praise."

Quint looked back at the man, unsure of what to feel. Before her was a man almost longing for sleep. Stretched thin by his own creations and their threatening acts, he looked with no direction to go but continue. He was alone with nobody to remember his story. Who could live like this and continue to be human?

"And my creations do not even benefit mankind. They are merely the tools of politicians." He sighed again. "All I wanted to do is build space rockets. But it was not to be. The space race between Haimiria and Shutra became the prey of politicians. The Space Race, the Arms Race. They are both the same. Missiles, rockets… What's the difference?"

"Please. Tell my family. I love them."

The moment of solace ended as they heard the doors open again. "It's Harlaown!" He turned to Quint. "Quickly! Your mask!"

The frost crystals scattered when the Colonel entered the room. Taking a salute the man asked, "Major? What are you doing here? I've been waiting for you in my room!"

The man smirked as he grabbed on Quint's breast. Holding her breath in, Quint felt him grope around her chest. Harlaown's face slowly looked confused as she pushed him back. He again grabbed her chest, methodically feeling around before letting go.

"Who are you?!" He glared. "Don't be dumb with me. If you think you can fool me, you are solely mistaken." The Frost Mage towered over Quint, snarling. "I know the Major better than anyone else."

He turned, shrugging his shoulders. "I come here looking for Hayate and guess what I find? But a greasy freebooter." Quickly drawing his pistol, he aimed it at Quint's head as she stood tall. At this range, it was best to see what he planning.

"Hmph." Harlaown turned the pistol to his side and fired two rounds at Flor's knees as he collapsed on the ground. Turning his pistol back on Quint, she grappled his hand and flew him over her body. "What?!" he looked stunned as Quint held the pistol back.

The doors opened again as she saw The Boss enter. Jabbing with her knife, Quint defected it away and pushed the pistol towards her. But The Boss grabbed on her wrist and flung it to the side. Unarmed and close, she punched on to The Boss's opposite shoulder and tumbled over by her former mentor's superior technique.

The Boss closed the gap between them as she bicycle kicked her back before standing back up. A solid kick to The Boss's body missed as the ponytailed warrior got behind her and smacked her face in. Squared off, Quint took the initiative and lunged at The Boss. Her move was a mistake as she evaded the hit and brought her to her knees and ripped off the mask.

"What is this fairy disguise?" She asked, hands locked on her face and open wrist. "It's going to rub off on you. And then you'll lose sight of who you really are!"

The Colonel got back on his feet and grabbed the fallen pistol. He sadistically raised it to Quint's face as The Boss threw her to the side, disarmed him and bashed her shoulder in his chest, knocking him over. "Stay out of this!" She hissed.

The room started to settle down as Quint tried to get back up. Every hit The Boss made was infused with mana-piercing precision. The Colonel on the other hand got back up and brushed off his Barrier Jacket. "Hmph, I see why they call you The Boss." He tried to act casually.

"What was that? Some kind of judo?"

"No, it's called Strike Arts, a basic form of close-quarters combat. She and I developed it together."

"Splendid!" He strolled his way to Quint. "I'll take it from here."

"Are you going to kill her?"

"Of course! But first, I'll make her pay for hurting Amy!" Mana discharge shot out from his body as he pulled Quint up by her head. His fist balling into a fist, he gut-punched her before an uppercut to her chin. Without the reinforcement of the Barrier Jacket, Quint took the entirety of the blow, coughing blood from each hit. The man's physical strength relentless as he continued to shock and punch her with a menacing smirk on his face.

The Boss slowly turned and exited the room, last seeing Quint grabbed by the back of her neck and her face continuously punched in. Bruised black and red, the agent tried to raise her hands to defect them but with every punch, her arms fell again.

One more audience member watched her suffering as Ocelot looked from the windows of the room. Every punch she took, the young Major winced, seeing the woman she fought brought down to this level. Her eyes turned to The Boss, who shook her head and left the Wing.

But Quint's torment was far from over. The Colonel let her go and spun her around, jabbing her kidneys as the shock nearly wet herself. Her knees weak, she fell to the ground as Harlaown pulled her up and pound her elbow at her neck. The man stepped away, seeing blood run down his opponents face and she turned to put up another defense.

Taking his right fist as ice manifested around it, Harlaown swung around and pummeled her chest, throwing her into the wall.

Quint took one hazy look before darkness took her in.

Save?

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No