Gundam 00: Phoenix
Uncared Matters
Middle East, September 7, Afghanistan/Turkmenistan Border
Hidden in a narrow valley under the cover of darkness, a stealth system and camo-netting lay the entire remains of the Rising Phoenix force that had made it out of the battle.
Numerous vehicles had been damaged with many missing vital components for things such as their engines and engineers worked around the cloak to hopefully get the machines back into action so the Rising Phoenix could go mobile again before the sun rose.
Injured men and women waited for treatment, their injuries ranging from minor lacerations and concussions to life-threatening tears caused by shrapnel, missing body parts. The medics and the actual doctors did their best treating the wounded as quickly as possible, but there were simply too few of them and too many injured; something like this just had not been expected. Rising Phoenix could have never expected to suffer this many casualties at one time.
Looking around, Viper could only give a sigh. Another major setback and another major blow to morale, to think things were going to improve when Wesker arrived with reinforcements and a respected infantry company only to have the thought shattered by an overwhelming display of power by the A-Laws.
It felt like a game the Earth Sphere Federation was trying to play, kicking the Rising Phoenix back down into the dirt when they got back on its feet to prove no matter what they did they would not be able to truly recover and pose a real threat to the sovereignty of their administration which in turn controlled A-Laws that committed terrible atrocities.
Was it may be time to just give up and live in a world with a government that operated by force to independent nations, yet live peacefully underneath its rule in a blissful existence?
Viper or more specifically, Daniels was committed to the cause, but these past battles have taught him just how frustrating things can become and how powerless and futile their attempts were in taking the fight to A-Laws. It was either time for a different plan or they were going to have to just give up if they just kept throwing their lives away.
Slowly he grabbed the dog tags around his neck and stared at them. Just how long could he keep this up before all the hope inside of him was crushed to the point where giving up seemed like the right option? He may be dedicated but he was a human being; there was only so much ones pysche could take before being worn down to despair.
"Daniels!" he then heard a voice which belonged to Josh which captured his attention. "I need your help bringing this stuff to the med station," he said pointing to a stack of medical supplies inside a metal cylindrical container.
Daniels nodded and went over to help his spotter. His options would have to wait until the stench and grip of death had ceased around him.
Wesker, along with his officers looked at a map in a makeshift command post made mainly out of tents. Trying to figure out what their next course of action should be after the previous disaster which had just shattered everything into pieces.
"Our forces have been mauled far too badly to continue onwards. We need a different strategy if we're going to defeat A-Laws and expose them as the butchers they are," Wesker said to his people as he glanced over a map highlighting key locations on the globe that belonged to A-Laws. "We've also have to find the mole. A-Laws knew just where we would be and what time we were supposed to strike."
Wallace then stood forth. "If I may, sir," he began as he waited for everyone's attention. "We don't have to hit A-Laws directly to hurt them," he said and pointed to several locations on the map. "Instead of using brute force, we could attempt to infiltrate several broadcast stations in Federation territory. They may be able to censor one broadcast, but what about a dozen? Public support on the A-Laws destroyed, that will call for reform of the government if people just knew of their atrocities. Always mean less blood unless A-Laws are willing to set fire to entire cities."
Pondering over the suggestion for a couple seconds, Wesker nodded his head. "Sounds like a plan. I wasn't willing to risk it at first, but our options are wearing thin in our current situation," he stated to everyone. "It's far easier for us to infiltrate small teams in than a fully armed force, however, I'm not comfortable in staging such an act until we figure out who or what leaked our operation. Until we find the source we will need to hold off any operations. We cannot risk aother catastrophe."
Someone then came into the tent. "Sir, you may want to look at this." The person then placed a burned out data chip onto the table and judging by how the thing was still smoldering, it was quite recent. "We found that and similar chips in our systems. From our cargo planes to even our jeeps, everything's been bugged. Seems they also knew that we would find them–none of them are intact," the person then added.
Everyone glanced over at the device with quiet discussion going on between the commanders. Just how could they have been bugged? Was all the screening they did worth not if someone could manage to slip this in? There had never been betrayal before within their ranks so why now?
Wesker looked back at the soldier who had come in. "Where did you exactly find this one?" he asked.
"It was in your vehicle, sir. It's odd, though, I remember the technicians taking a full check on the systems and saying no anomalies both in and out of our hardware," the soldier replied as Wesker prepared to give an order to his commander.
"I want a full investigation. Have the men assembled. There's a traitor in our midst that must be dealt with immediately," Wesker said firmly as all his people nodded. He then turned to Willard. "Tell Daveral and Flint to check out their Gundams' systems. I want to ensure we're clean of these devices. Who knows where more of these things could be hidden."
Willard nodded his weary head. "Understood, I'll tell them as soon as I find them."
Middle East, September 7, Afghanistan/Turkmenistan Border, Guyana-class Battleship Mojave
Kati watched as Rindt got a verbal lashing from Goodman for failing the operation in the conference room of the ship. Rindt seem particularly frightened judging by his voice hesitated at times, strange for a man considered their best for mop-up operations and one who was quite narcistic. She couldn't help but enjoy what he rightfully deserved.
"With all due respect we've managed to cause substantial damage on their forces, t-they won't be able to strike at us again for quite some while–" Rindt began in his defense only to be interrupted by Goodman's voice.
"You managed to let them slip away despite attacking with nearly the entire Middle Eastern garrison. They were using tracked and wheeled vehicles and you let them get away despite having over thirty mobile suits and three battleships! We cannot accept such failure if we are to rid these anti-government forces and terrorist. We cannot be seen as weak!" Goodman stated as his eyes shifted to Kati. "We need someone more competent and who has done battle with both the Rising Phoenix and Celestial Being."
"W-What?" Rindt nearly shouted, exasperated as he glanced over at Kati. "You're going to let her lead our forces when she failed to properly defend his post and let Subject E-57 get away?"
Goodman pressed his hands together to form a ball as he leaned forward. "You're failure is worse considering the position you were in for the operation, another word out of you and I'll see you relegated to less respectable post such as...Alaska, maybe," Goodman said in an almost threatening tone causing Rindt to back down. "Colonel Mannequin, do you accept your assignment?" he then asked.
Kati gave a salute on instinct despite her reluctance. "Understood, I will be taking over Major Rindt's position as CO for the next operation."
"Very good, Colonel, I wish you happy hunting when the time arrives," Goodman said before the screen flickered and he disappeared.
Kati then glanced at Rindt. "I want all the information you have on their estimated fighting strength and information gathered during the last battle, understood?" she said to him, giving her first order.
Rindt looked like he may resist at first as he seemed to be holding back an outburst, but instead he uttered, "Of course, Colonel," before he left the room.
Whether he actually did his duty did not concern her for she had already received the reports as she sat down and gave a sigh. Now she was in charge of the operation to go after the Rising Phoenix and Celestial Being, but it made her wonder just who Celestial Being's tactical forecaster was.
She had managed to get the details and everything that the Celestial Being did seem to be done according to plans she was familiar with, one that involved distractions, multiple attacks from different angles and were considered risky due to their chance of failure.
Could it be Kujo? If it was it may explain why she often disappeared to without reason or what she called 'emergencies'. And it was explainable, the incident that had happened that had claimed Emilio must have given her the inspiration to fight to end war and to make up for her actions. But ending war, it was impossible. Humans have battled amongst themselves since the dawn of time, it wouldn't change unless humanity could accept each other and not squabble over everything.
If this was the case she needed to prepare tactics to counter Kujo's when they met again in the battlefield. If it had to be this way, so be it. She would follow her orders and ensure the issue on Celestial Being was finally laid to rest.
Middle East, September 8, Azadistan, Guyana-class Battleship Sahara
Sergei looked at a report coming in from various military sources about the recent victory of the Rising Phoenix, or so it was called.
From the images in the files sent to him, there were numerous destroyed vehicles littering their retreat path and many wrecks of downed aircraft. Considering all these losses, this would push any agenda the Rising Phoenix had far back and behind schedule. They were a small para-military organization, they simply could not afford losses such as this. This would be like lossing an entire army group for them.
It gave him some sense of relief, but the battles were not over yet and plenty would come, especially with Celestial Being by the Phoenix's side. There was also the issue of Katharon. So far they had been awfully quiet and though A-Laws may be handling the situation, he wondered if they were going to strike against his troops here. There was much anger from the populace when the announcement came out stating all Middle Eastern nations would lose their sovereignty and be controlled by a Federation provisional government.
How long such a government would last before transitioning to total control or it was returned was beyond him, but as long as their mission stated they were going to relieve the problems going on in this country, there was not much he could do. He could not disobey orders, especially when people here- even if they did not appreciate it -were suffering.
Sergei then got up from his seat and left his office in the vessel and headed up to the ship's bridge.
Upon his arrival he turned to the ship's captain. "Any news to report?" he asked, hoping there was something going on.
"Nothing new, sir, everything has been going smoothly," the captain replied.
Sergei gave a nod and looked around the bridge.
It was so quiet with most of their people in the field and there were very few reports coming in from their troops on the situation. It was just so unusual where most of the time there missions tended to be high-risk, high-priority. Maybe he was just getting old, though, which could explain why he was here. He still had plenty of years to serve, which he intended to keep doing until the end, but the older one got the more indirectly they got involved field operations.
He had gone from commanding on the frontlines in mobile suits five years ago to staying further in the back on these battleships, commanding from a distance with considerably more safety than any pilot had. Just how many more years would he have until he until he was relegated to some desk job far from the lines? He had influence but things were changing with A-Laws.
"Sir, you've got a message coming in from Colonel Hercules," the comm. officer told him as an encrypted message appeared onscreen.
Looking through it and deciphering the message, Sergei was informed that Hercules wanted to meet with him some time in the future at the Federation's main stronghold in the Middle East. The message wasn't specific on any sort of specific time causing Sergei to guess whenever their duties out here were finished and when they were recalled back or when he could spare time.
"Send that message to my private terminal, I'll respond to him later. It's nothing of concern for the moment," Sergei replied to his comm. officer.
"Understood, sir," the officer replied back.
Sergei then turned back to the captain. "I'm going to see how the Corporal's doing and tell her the news. Call for me when there's anything to report," Sergei told the captain before proceeding down the lift and then heading out to the med-bay.
It felt good to actually move your arms and feed yourself even if it was just boring old soup as was the case for Erica as she slowly chipped away at her liquid meal.
The pain was much less than usual, but that was likely due to the painkillers, but even then, at least she could move her arms and partially sit-up without feeling like her body was going to tear itself apart.
From what she had been told, it would be another month or two, however, before she could even move out of a hospital bed for rehabilitation and she looked at the reason why– her legs.
They had suffered the majority of the damage, both of them covered in wrappings that had to be constantly changed to insure they were not infected. Multiple lacerations cut deep into her leg and to add on top of that, they had been also badly burned to the point the doctors considered amputating her legs. She doubted there was any actual skin left, not that she bothered to even look.
That had not been the case, though, and she was grateful. She rather have her two original legs to begin with rather than cloned body parts, even if it meant more pain for the time being and then rehabilitating the damage done to become strong again. After that, she would prove her worth.
Taking another spoonful of the warm liquid that was considered a meal, Erica slowly downed it and took a breath. She still did not have a lot of energy and everything tended to drain her, but every day she felt a little stronger and a little more energetic.
The door to her room suddenly opened and to her surprise, it was the Colonel Smirnov.
Instinctively she was going to say something and address her CO, but Sergei raised a hand instead signalling he did not need to hear her speak.
"I just came here to tell you personally you're going to be transferred back to Vigilance base. You seem well enough to be transferred back now without too much complication," Sergei addressed her. "The doctor says you've finally stopped trying to get out of bed and by the sign you no longer need restraints you seem to be cooperating."
"There's no point," Erica began looking down at her legs. "I can barely even move on my own. I didn't even get the news until after I calmed down," she said to the Colonel before looking up at him. "This is somewhere I shouldn't be. I-I'm better than this."
"We all think that as soldiers, Corporal, but you should be grateful being alive. And there's no need to worry about failing your duty. As of now, most of us are just sitting back making sure the situation on the ground is stable in what used to be Azadistan. With the situation here it's unlikely we'll see any combat mission for a while," Sergei told her as he passed her a form.
"Wait, does that mean you're no longer my commanding officer?" Erica asked, not bothering to glance at the form, her eyes slightly widened, why was the Wild Bear being assigned something like this? It's was well below his league.
Sergei nodded his head. "Once you're back at base that'll be correct and when you're back up and able to serve again you'll be reassigned."
Without arguing, she simply said, "Understood, sir," before she glanced over the form figuring out just what was going to happen when she got back to base.
The Colonel then began proceeding out of the room, but not before giving a salute which she returned before Sergei's footsteps trailed out of the med-bay.
"It's been an honour, sir," she muttered as she went over the form figuring out just what was going to happen to her and what she would be doing next.
Western Europe, September 9, Spain
Tieria moved through the crowds around the edges of the ball room where everything was set up with numerous members of the A-Laws leadership speaking with each other over many things that didn't even concern the A-Laws. Strange to think some of the people her can act so casual and human as if they weren't the ones who were committing the attrocities.
He had already spotted Wang Liu Mei passing by as well as the Homer Katagiri, commander of the A-Laws. There was also seemed to be a proud looking blonde hair man with a scarred face speaking to what appeared to be the commander's nephew.
On the outside he, or as it was of now, she, looked calm and relatively social and graceful around people, occasionally entering conversation appearing to be enjoying herself, but on the inside, that was the exact opposite. He absolutely hated looking exactly like a woman and having to converse to not be singled out, making things off the top of his head to go along with the role. It seemed like mockery to him as he had been considered the most 'feminim' out of the Meisters.
"It seems that you are quite a collector. Those portraits by Falkner Lewis are quite splendid to look at. One of the best artists in the twenty-second-century if I may say so myself," a man said to her. "It's an interesting hobby to collect work such as that!"
"I would love to have the honour of escorting to another event such as this sometime," another then said to him.
"Why thank you," he said in a pleasant young womanly voice as his mind cringed at saying those words. How much longer must I wait? He wondered to himself.
Not much longer, came a response. It was the one he had first during their meeting with the Innovators.
Tieria waited and continued what he was doing and continued conversing on minute things until he saw a man with light green hair and purple eyes come down from the elaborate staircase and approach him.
"Hello, my name is Ribbons Almark, my dear. Would you care to dance?" the man said, extending Tiera an arm with a smile.
He must be the leader of all this, Tiera thought before accepting his hand before being lead off onto the gleaming ball room for all to see.
Nena looked as Tieria danced along the ball room floor with the man. She had no idea what they were saying to each other as neither had decided to use Quantum Brainwaves so she couldn't eavesdrop.
It felt strange seeing Tieria dancing with the man. He simply seemed to make a better appearance as a woman than man which was disturbing if not to say the least. This would never go down once this was over; Tieria was likely going to be mocked for life and she would ensure that would happen. This was just too strange and awkward.
She then looked at herself. It wasn't often she wore a dress and she had to say she looked quite nice if not absolutely beautiful and the fact some of the men were eyeing her curiously from head to toe would also add to the fact and most of these happened to be some of the younger A-Laws officers.
The dark purple dress with a long skirt and a very light highlight of magenta seemed to fit her just perfectly. She would have to wear this again sometime if there was ever another formal occasion, though considering what Celestial Being did, that was slim to none. Still, she'd likely keep it if not for the look.
"Quite lovely those two aren't they," she heard someone say as she looked over to see a man with long tied back hair and glasses stand by her. He glanced at her and seemed rather surprised by something.
"Is something wrong?" Nena asked him with a hint of annoyance showing. If he was going to stare at least not make it so blatantly obvious right in front of her.
The man then shook out of his gaze. "Nothing, you just look very similar to someone I know," he said back to her with a slight hesitant chuckle. "I'm sorry if you thought–well you can probably think of the words," he then apologized as he turned back looking at the ball room floor.
"Hey, Katagiri, you finally found the courage to talk to a woman?" a blonde haired man then joked with a slight laugh as he approached them.
"Ha, ha, very funny, shouldn't you be impressing everyone with your stories and track record as the A-Laws' top ace?" the man beside Nena responded back with.
The blonde haired man shrugged his shoulders. "You really don't get much publicity here when everyone has read through your file. It's just not as impressive when everyone knows what you've done," he then said with a pause before continuing. "Anyways, I'll be heading out for some fresh air if you're looking for me."
Nena listened to the man's voice and she could have sworn she had heard his voice during the previous battle with A-Laws forces. Was this the man that had given her and the Ptolemaios so much trouble in the battle?
"Hey, when this is over I need you to come by my research department, there's something special I want to show you," Katagiri then said with the blonde haired man nodding before he proceeded out the main door.
"What were you talking about?" Nena asked Katagiri curiously, glancing over her shoulder to look at him.
"Nothing important, just something that I think may help bring the conflict between the world and Celestial Being to a close. But knowing Celestial Being, I may need more than just that."
Nena nodded her head. "Well I hope it works out well, they simply cannot be allowed to exist with their transactions," she lied as convincingly she could before she looked to see the dance coming to an end.
Everyone in the room clapped for Tieria and the man he had danced with before they then proceeded up the staircase.
"I'm just going to see how my friends doing," Nena said to Katagiri who nodded his head before she followed where Tieria was going.
Setsuna waited near the sleek, fancy jet black car that was used to get them here. So far it seemed so good with Nena informing him through a personal communicator of where Tieria was being led to. The question was what would happen after talks and discussions came to an end? Would the Innovators try to trap Tieria and Nena in there knowing the advantage or would they simply let them walk out?
Looking at the courtyard, Setsuna spotted someone rather familiar in coming out of the main door. Upon a closer glance, Setsuna realized it was that pilot he had faced in far too many engagements in the past– Graham Aker.
Acting casual, Setsuna pretended to be working on something over his PDA and entered into the vehicle. He could not be spotted by this man or the mission would be compromised; it would be likely he would call the guards or worse, personally drag him out for vengeance.
The blonde haired man, however, seemed to have noticed Setsuna well before he had spotted him as Graham approached, but the strange part was it was in a rather casual manner, as if he wanted to talk upon seeing him instead of fighting.
Setsuna remained silent and watched in the mirror as Graham approached closer and closer until he was at the window and knocked at the window.
Part of Setsuna wanted to keep the window up, but instead he lowered the window and waited for Graham to say something; Setsuna's guard was up and if the need arised, he could draw a pistol for self-defense.
"Well, it seems it was not the battlefield we would meet again this day," Graham said to Setsuna. "Strange fortunes for two warriors."
"Just why are speaking with me so casually?" Setsuna asked Graham immediately in his usual emotionless voice. "Aren't you out to avenge your squadron?"
Graham gave a chuckle. "It wouldn't be right to have you beaten without a well-deserved challenging fight. Our battle from before is still unsettled and I want to bring it to a close the next time we face. That's the reason we're talking as ordinary people for the moment and not as warriors on the battlefield. My fellow Flag Fighters also want vengeance, I cannot deny their request when I know where my place is."
Setsuna looked at the man. Despite his appearance and rather laid back appearance, Setsuna could see the fires in his eyes burning to settle the score once and for all after all these years. Another person affected by their interventions just like Saji Crossroads.
There, however, seemed to be something else to the man, but Setsuna couldn't put his finger on it. Just something that seemed to be buried beneath the determination that he just could not make out.
"Let me ask you, again. Why did you join the A-Laws? Does the injustice and disorder they cause really mean anything to you or is it so you can simply get your vengeance?" Setsuna then asked Graham with a serious look that demanded an answer.
"You could say the later only applies, but have you ever thought not everyone in the A-Laws is ruthless as they say they are? If anything it's those higher up issuing those orders and the soldiers under them refusing to do anything to stop such madness." Graham then stepped away from the vehicle with his back turned to Setsuna. "My fellow Flag Fighters and I will not dishonour those that you have killed by such actions. Instead I ensured we're in a position where we fight back the anti-government forces in a defensive posture and that my men are assigned against the Gundams. So remember that, young man, that this is simply for the sake for settling the scores once and for all. Not because we're lackeys to their cause," Graham continued with the end in a more serious voice with a hint of bitterness.
Here in front of Setsuna was likely his most challenging and dangerous opponent that he could face and he could tell the man just could not move on. All this effort so that he may one day settle things between what caused him to become like this and that was the Gundams. But he also had another reason instead of just for the sake of defeating a Gundam, but to avenge his comrades like he stated four years ago. Nothing had changed.
Setsuna then looked Graham directly in the eyes. "Just what do you plan to do after you've defeated the Gundams? Is that all you care about?"
Graham shrugged. "Who knows, who cares? My reasons and my actions are my own; personal affairs should not concern you. You'll just have to wait and see from the Heavens once all is said and done."
"I see," Setsuna simply replied. "Then the next time we meet there will be only one victor either be A-Laws or Celestial Being."
Graham turned his head back with a smirk. "No, it will be the Flag Fighters and Celestial Being. When the opportunity presents itself you best be ready and there will be no backing down," Graham said to Setsuna before he began to walk off back towards the mansion.
"When the opportunity presents itself," Setsuna repeated slowly. It left him wondering when in the course of Celestial Being's actions will it cause Graham and his fellow comrades to appear to take vengeance if their leader truely kept his word which was without doubt.
Nena kept her distance from Tieria and the man he was following. She hoped no one had noticed her as she proceeded down the constant turns at the end of each hallway.
Taking a left, Nena then saw Tieria enter a room with the door not even bothered to be closed shut. Seeing this, she got a little closer so she could eavesdrop on them.
Just then, she heard footsteps coming from behind her causing her to take a glance over her shoulder.
The footsteps then subsided and after a few moments, Nena moved forward once again, now she could hear the conversation that was going on in the room just ahead of her.
"You're saying you're the one who took control of Veda? How is that possible?" Tieria's voice asked from within the room.
"Because Veda's simply a machine," the man's voice answered back to Tieria. "Veda, powerful and intelligent as a machine can possibly be still has its flaws. Nothing's perfect."
Peeking over through the door's entrance she caught a glimpse of the man standing back up. "Now, let me ask you from where we left off. Are you willing to join back with your own kind, or are you going to let the humans with their emotions and ambitions bring Aeolia's plan to ruin?"
There was silence in the room before Tieria then spoke. "As kind as your offer is, you speak as if Aeolia's plan was your own. You have simply modified it for your own needs. If Celestial Being was to be destroyed, why did he intrust the Gundams, GN Drives and the Trans-Am system to us? As a Gundam Meister I will continue to fight for what I truly think Aeolia's Plan was meant to bring, not what you have twisted it into!"
Nena then heard a chuckle from the green-haired man. "My, my Tieria, you have been corrupted by the humans around you and cannot clearly see the true goals of the Plan. Might I remind you when you first began your interventions five years ago that you were willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to ensure it succeeded. You were even willing to sacrifice the GN Drives to achieve that success." There was a slight pause before the man continued. "It seems that man Lockon Stratos or should we call Neil Dylandy has corrupted you with human idealism and emotion. Logic is the only way forward to bring unity to this world." He then turned his head to where Nena was. "I know you're spying on us and I've noticed it before you even arrived. No need to hide yourself."
Nena felt her blood suddenly run cold as a shadow crept over her forcing her to turn her head around to see a gun and a person she never wanted to see again–Judgment.
"Hello, Nena, it has been a very long time since our last encounter," Judgment said to her with a smirk, enjoying the fear and surprise in her eyes.
"H-How are you alive?" Nena stuttered trying to make it so that she was not shaking in fear, but it was a feeble attempt in the face of a ghost of the past.
Judgement kept that menacing smirk on his face. "You'd be surprised what Veda can do," he simply answered, enjoying her terrified form. "Ribbons, what should we do with this one? This….failure….demands to be exterminated once and for all," he then said into the room.
"Hold on for just a moment, your vengeance will be fulfilled. Bring her inside," Ribbons said back as Judgment grabbed her and with a forceful tug, got her on her feet and dragged her inside the room.
Judgement then tossed her to the ground, his pistol still perfectly aimed at Nena as she looked up to see Ribbons giving her a look of what seemed to be pity and disgust.
"To think my genes were used to make such a pathetic creature," Ribbons uttered with bitterness. "Still lingering, you should have been a good girl and stuck with your brothers to the very end. Sad as it may have been, you three simply served no purpose other than to fulfill a phase of the plan. There's no meaning to your existence." He then turned his head to Judgement and gave a nod.
Despite those words Nena could only look at Ribbons with a scowl as she waited for what was coming. She did not care if he was technically her 'father' in the sense of genetics. And the fact he said there was no meaning for her to exist. What gave him the right to decide what she would do in this world? She had decided just what she had to do in life and that was her meaning to exist.
She then heard a gunshot, but instead it was Tieria who had pulled the trigger, revealing a pistol that had been strapped to his leg which knocked the pistol out of Judgment's hand.
Nena got to her feet and prepared to grab her own weapon, but Judgement had already pulled out a second pistol and had managed to catch his other pistol that was flying through the air and proceeded to begin rapidly pressing the triggers sending bullets whizzing through the air.
Both Tieria and Nena were sent racing for cover and in the next moment, both knowing of what the plan stated, jumped through the thin glass window shattering it and fall down into the treeline below.