To begin with, I am sorry for taking a lot of times writing this chapter and before I'm totally lost it, by this I mean gave up on this chapter, I think its best to me to publish this ASAFP. Yeah right, ASAFP. Not ASAP. To be frank, I never wrote so long before in a fiction and I'm not too sure if the battle is 'crazy or brutal' enough for your enjoyment but...What the hell. Hope you can find this one enjoyable.
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Chapter 3:
Mission 1: Smile! You are in the camera!
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SVD NETWORK[]
Establishing Confidential Uplink Connection[]
Decrypting Message[]
To: Oda[]
From: J. Kutsuwagi []
Oda-san, to start, I would like to thank you very much for your intel. We have added additional securities to locations that you pinpointed. I'd be more than gladful to cooperate with you in your operation. Your gears will be prepped in advance and of course, following The Division's S.O.P, which is in secret. Once you arrived in ISA, head to the security checkpoint that I pinpointed to receive your gears.
Sincerely yours,
P.S
Could you meet me afterwards? We have to discuss about this new 2nd male pilot that you just told me 10 hours ago. Fred not for the words had not spread yet. Neither does any countries have a word on it.
That if, you are alive of course.
[]
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Stopping a cab from Narita International Airport, Morrison stated both men's destination in fluent Japanese toward their driver in her young age putting aside his own status as Gaijin. The girl nodded. Confirmed the price, Morrison signaled Dante to hop on, which the girl was bewitched by Dante once she took a look on the good built-tall-silver haired man whose eyes were paired with hair.
"Drive." Dante told their driver coldly, which surprised Morrison, in Japanese.
Realizing that she zoned out, she awkwardly apologized. Affirmed Dante in her native tongue, she let the engine running into the heart of Japan.
Tokyo.
He set his soulless eyes to the window looking at the futuristic city of Tokyo, wondering what it took for this country to march toward the future unlike other nations worldwide. This place had changed a lot. Passing several buildings, somehow, this journey began stirring his dreadful past. Not as the current Dante Sparda, who had already abandoned the hope to live and look for another one all thanks to a middleman of his whom became senile already.
But as the gun toting maniac teenager whose name was carved onto his pistols.
"Fuck!" Dante shook the memories off before it could trigger any nostalgic sense.
"What is it, Dante?" Morrison worriedly asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." Dante exhaled.
"You are sweating. Are you sure?"
"I'm fine. Just…remembering something I had buried deep already. I never thought that I'd set a foot back in this damned country, Morrison."
"And what's that?" Morrison curiously asked
Dante sat silent. Morrison came to a strange desire that sparked a curiosity for that unanswered question of his. As far as he knew Dante, he'd never got across the country's border. At least, not in the record he possessed.
"What are you hiding from me, Dante?" Morrison whispered.
On a well crafted man-made island connected with a highway to the mainland of Tokyo, surrounded by water reflecting the clear blue sky casted from the sun rays as if it was liquid crystals, Infinite Stratos Academy proudly standing throughout the entire island with from its beautiful structures.
That day was a mark of triumph in mankind for what Infinite Stratos had contributed in humanity. People were swarming from every single corner, entuthiastly gathering on every medieval-aged warring suit-like glass displays to admire its beauty.
Dante and Morrison had finally set afoot in Infinite Stratos Academy. It was a rather exhausting one way trip for they had to grab onto a cable car instead of the highway due to security purposes. Regardless, it was a smooth ride.
Dante approaching a nearby futuristic designed white bench feeling to catch a few minutes of break while Morrison went to buy a drink to refresh themselves. Feeling being looked at, Dante's instinct took this opportunity to get a good look at his surroundings:
First, he just realized that as far his eyes could see, only girls that pictured most in his eyes. Talking about that he's not in the mood, he simply gave the ladies cold shoulder as he expanding his horizon onto the second thing that attracted his attention from a long queues of people forming a line just like in the airport's immigration checkpoint. Noticing that there were 3 sets of checkpoints around twenty foot away from where he was sitting at. The first was just simply body metal detectors for a quick screening, the next one was rather serious. A group of 5 armed exoskeleton females were conducting a throughout body scan with a gun-like object attached in their hand. The last checkpoint apparently acting as a verification purpose after seeing that those who passed the first and second checkpoints got questioned in front of a computer monitor before being permitted to go inside the main building.
"Security's impressive, isn't it?" Morrison tossed a can of cold drink with smile that slightly exposed wrinkles on his cheek.
Dante caught the beverage which he tore it opened in instant letting a cold hiss escaped from the broken aluminum seal. "Looks like someone's wetting in his pants with the amount of guns here."
"That's normal." Morrison took a sip of his milk coffee down straight down his throat.
"What do you mean 'normal'?" Dante puzzled "Its like they are preparing a war here, old man. Hell, the amount's exaggerating even for a president's visit."
"Well, truth spoken behind, some country figures paying a visit though. Not to mention VIPs around the globe and high ended military rank jarheads are in the house too. Take a look at the line there." Morrison pointed the long queue of the checkpoints that Dante eyed just now.
Dante took another good look. This time, he noticed that the female queues were longer than the males.
"What's with the female lines? Some sort of sexist issue here?" Dante asked.
"Its not sexist issue here Dante. Only security…formalities. Remember who can pilot an I.S?"
"Yeah, relax." Dante snickered "I'm not at the age of yours yet."
Morrison pretended as if he did not hear Dante's insult. "Suit yourself. Now, tell me. What would you do if you have 'double double eu ehm dee' walking into your crib?"
"WWMD? Walking Weapons of Massive Destruction, is that what you're saying?" Dante cocked an eyebrow "What's with this shitty Superman Return movie plot, Morrison? Of course, I would always bare my fangs sharp."
"Exactly, Dante. You will tighten the security for the one who can wield the weapons ignoring fools with or without the piece." Morrison binned his empty drink. "Now get your ass up Dante. We are going in."
"Whatever you say, old man." Dante finished his drink.
"From now onwards, Dante…" Morrison lowered his voice going for a secret talk. "I want you to follow precisely every single of my goddamn lead, Dante."
"Playing James Bond right now?" Dante smirked "Aren't you too old already to play a secret agent, old man?"
"Suit yourself, Dante." Morrison sounded seriously "Either you follow my ass or you get yourself in a deep shit. If that happens, don't drag me in it, you understand? Just…Promise me, ok?"
Dante gazing at Morrison's eyes deeply. He's the type who not taking jokes often. With a heavy sigh, he averted his eyes to the line of people.
"Lead on."
"Here's your gear, sir."
An attractive young lady with an oriental face possessed a short black hair that literally reached her shoulder brought Morrison in secret into an inspection cubicle right after he crossed the checkpoint with ease. Her pair of slender white legs in a military boot toppled below her feet gracefully directing Morrison toward a black suitcase on the wooden table in the middle of the room. Morrison's attention did not last from the lady's attractive body, whose covered in nothing but one piece of dark blue exoskeleton suit like a swimsuit that squeezing a pair of orbs puffing on her chest. He had seen a lot of woman sharing a similar look or even bustier than her. Hell, even some were even in a petite figure.
Opening the suitcase, a trademark Glock 19 was comfortably resided within. It came along with three sets of 9mm magazines.
Morrison held the gun firmly in his old hands. Tracing the metal on the piece feeling the cold sensation opening comfort into his body.
Secure.
Indulging himself in that term that came from the Glock as much as possible in a short time.
Then, Morrison diverted his attention into three steel balls sitting nicely on the edge of the case. Fitting one into his palm to inspect a sort of mechanism embed onto it, the steel ball hissed softly when he applied a particular pressure onto the mechanism. Kachak! The ball's sides began expanding and slowly rotating. A mini camera popped out from on top of it while the hissing that came from the rotation rapidly became more distinct.
Morrison quickly yet firmly squeezed the ball back into his palm. He reapplying another pressure onto the ball's mechanism by his thumb, he shut the device down instantly.
Strapping on a weapon holster provided underneath the Glock, Morrison began checking his equipment.
"Gadgets' working fine. Gun's in good condition…" He softly whispered working his hands emptying the magazines and inserted the bullets one by one in quick. "Magz's type Gen 4 Glock 19 9mm standard issue, 14 rounds each chamber…" He jammed the magazine into his gun, cocking it before levering the safety up, then holstered it onto his upper waist. "Lock and loaded."
He concluded his checking by slotting the iron balls, known as Gas Charges into five carriers on his waist and concealed them using his coat.
"ODAs have been taking positions inside the main exhibition. Also, your additional gears have already been set up exactly to the locations you pinpointed beforehand." The young miss explained. "Just like what the principal had instructed."
"I suppose that ISA have done a good job out here. I thank you for your work. Send my regards to the principal."
The young lady solemnly bowed.
"I'd make sure that he receive your news. Thank you very much, Oda-san."
"Great. Now if you excuse me."
Morrison left the room following by the young miss who was returning back to her post once her duty was done. Waiting for Dante to be exactly crossed over the checkpoint where he came from was what's left. Even an idiot could still make it if its just simply queueing on where he stood at and moving forward accordingly to the line.
"Vergil! Vergil! Wait! Vergil!"
By the moment the scream from the person he tagged along with came into his ears, Morrison knew that the storm was coming at him. What the fuck?! His cursed escaped from his mouth attracting attentions from several girls toward the old man as his eyes opening widely witnessing the scene.
Instead of moving in the line where he instructed, Dante moving out from the line, swimming the crowds and cutting the lines while screaming name which Morrison did not recognize his entire life.
What the fuck are you doing, Dante? Get back to the line already! The old man furiously cursing within watching Dante's jeopardizing attempt of his cover. And of course, unless authorized personals carrying a firearms under ISA premise, no matter what, was offensive act on security protocol of the Academy thus needed to be 'neutralized' at once.
In other words, Terminated.
That'd be Morrison's case.
Securities finally made their move apprehending Dante. Thanks to Dante's reflexes and violent behaviors, turned out that he was not an easy catch. Dante swayed sideways swiftly moving from one person to another shaking his chasers off using the person he passed by while keep darting forward through the crowds in which Morrison found out that his mouth was slightly opened by Dante's shuffling movements.
"Vergil! Wait goddamnit!"
The name sparked Morrison's curiousity. Glancing over his back, only seeing a small curious crowds consisted of girls to gather for recording the scene. Judging from the name Dante said, Morrison wasn't sure about himself that the name came within the crowding people behind him.
Morrison gazed backward. Strange that not a single male emerging behind him despite he was looking carefully nor anyone was making an attempt into the main exhibition from where he stood at.
Morrison returned his attention toward Dante. Eyes widened and jaw dropped watching Dante broke the 1st checkpoint.
The on duty metal detector without any slight hesitation shouting off an alarm once the silver haired intruder hastily moving through the hollow rectangular sized body it had. Its twin sirens etched on top of it blaring crazily drawing more security personals like an army of ants to a huge chunk of sugar onto the 2nd checkpoint apprehending Dante from going any further than the 1st one.
"Stop right there!" One of the security personal warned.
Dante heed no attention despite the alarming threat tactfully assembled in his way. Crazy bastard's keep going?! Under shock and awe, Morrison cursed to Dante's foolishness. Has he known no fear in his life? Throughout Morrison's life until today, every normal person with eyes like Dante would have already given up his life in numerous suicidal acts and Dante would be joining their party soon if he had not shown earlier telling Dante that the letter he delivered came from his client, who claimed to be, accordingly to the silver haired devil's mouth himself, dead by his own hand.
A question popped up in his mind: What drove a guy like Dante, whom abandoned his life already, strangely became aggressively charging toward the impenetrable Infinite Stratos Academy security checkpoints like a raging bull? Who was this Vergil guy he mentioned? His breathing skipped once he linked his assumption between Vergil and Dante's statement altogether.
Could it be this Vergil guy, is Dante's so called brother?
The question was interrupted when he heard screams of pain coming from Dante being brought down by numerous Infinite Stratos-es checkpoint guards like a player in rugby. 1 of the guards held both his hands onto the floor, another got his leg pinned down as others slowly got up from him. Despite being injured, blood slowly making its way through his lips at which point Morrison ascertained that Dante had cracked a rib or two from the painful tackle, Dante's retaliation did not cease. Although the I.S had shown Dante the difference between their strength like an adult against a baby.
Morrison donned his federova unable to bear the sight. Through the shadow that limited his views, he could not hide the sight of an ISA guard scanning Dante throughout his body from below with a screening device. That device was an alternate of safe X-Ray scanner.
Figuring that Dante would be thrown into a high end Japanese state slammer for his rash act was the lightest sentence that Morrison could come out now knowing he broke several high end protocols based on his middleman knowledge.
Morrison wished badly that he had a cig now to calm his nerves.
At least things would not get worse…
"I.S! THIS GUY BRINGS AN I.S WITH HIM!"
…would they?
Shock and awe spread throughout the entire place from the security guard's alarming statement. Caught in a dazing moment of the news, the guards were left speechless and unsure what they needed to take next.
The first one, to knock him out cold and secure the I.S itself. However, the option was hindered with a probability of harming the chance that this male who knew eventually a male I.S pilot just like the Ichika Orimura guy.
While those security officers caught in trance, Morrison sensed a shadow moving beside him. Turning out to be a girl wearing a black cap nervously stood on his left. He glanced over to notice sweats flowing down from her ear whereas right hand slightly shaking. Momentarily ignoring her thinking probably that she could not stand the scene but forcing herself to watch no matter what idiotic reasons behind it that Morrison did not give a shit about, Morrison thinking of exchanging his view onto the people behind the checkpoints.
By the time those guards found the other option where they just simply cuffing the silver haired man down with an electromagnetic cuffs and brought him to custody, The numbers of people were growing. The ISA remaining security personals on the area immediately forming armored human fences preventing them from going into the scene further. Although through his aging eyes, Morrison spotted a number of people wearing a black cap blending themselves amongst the people.
For some reasons, he suddenly felt his stomach churning.
Wait a second here.
They began moving closer to the scene. From their movements, it was obvious to his aging black eyes that they was somehow coordinated. As if they were plotting an ambush themselves. Was it a mere coincidence that those group of people were not related to the person on next on his east side?
No. That would be not possible. Morrison denied the thought. No way that those black caps were they. If shit happened so, no way they also were going to barge through the main gate rashly just like that. They should be carrying out their plan more tactfully like their traits, their own SOP. Not like a pack of raging bulls.
Shit! Don't tell me that they…
When the girl with black cap next to him reached to the sky, a terrifying disastrous premonition crossed his mind as he quickly shifting attention to her, whom, as if throwing a signal, Morrison realized that he was several seconds late preventing the uprising gun toting chaos.
"Orimura-sensei! We Alpha Squad is engaging the intruders in the East Wing!"
"Bravo Squad is on their way to Alpha Squad, estimated time until fire support is in 10 seconds!"
Deep inside Infinite Stratos Academy, in a heavily guarded room whereas inside lightning only filled from computer monitors etched all over the walls in circular pattern, high end military computer consoles lined up in 2 levels of columns. A straight wide aisle was set across on the center of the room between the levels providing a catwalk access to both sides.
"Orimura-sensei! Charlie Squad is down! 3 of our units are having serious small firearms injuries while the other remaining units are holding the line in front of the checkpoints!"
The serious disturbing report kicked in from one console operator. One woman, dressing in black business suit whose attires matched her lower parts leaving a smart impression as a sense of fashion she had.
The woman possessed a tall slim stunning figurine of a goddess in her twenties. Her tied long hair almost reached the back of her waist, whose color matched the dark night sky and sharp-narrow eyes darted from one monitor to another as commanded by her multitasking consciousness from her brain.
She stood in the center of the room. Her mouth producing sharp, deep, cold commandeering orders from her throat responding to each situation reports precisely.
"Send 2 members from Delta squad and pull Bravo's heavy gunner toward our downed members position. Also, get medics en route to Delta."
"Roger that!" The operator executed her command
She's the so-called Orimura-sensei, whose name completely stood for Chifuyu Orimura. The very first champion of Infinite Stratos from the 1st generation I.S also the one in charge of executing operation against Infinite Stratos' arch-enemy, Phantom Task.
"Orimura sensei, we got movements inside the armory!"
The news sent a chill running down her spine. Had the attack reached that far already? Keeping herself cool, the monitor in front of her switching into live feed of their arsenal situation. Outside the armory, Chifuyu almost had her jaw dropped seeing 2 of her top sentries were laying out cold on the floor. inside vast room where they kept their modern shield and swords stocked in advance, a silver haired man dearly holding an old man's hand as he was laying on the corner of the room gasping for air.
They were the men whom escaped from the main checkpoints she assembled. Phantom Task began their assault once one of her squad detected an I.S came from the silver haired man they secured on the floor. Then, a curtain of white smokes suddenly enveloping the entire area and both men gone from the area leaving Charlie squad in a frantic firefight with Phantom Task involving hundreds of unarmed civilian outside the main exhibition.
Blood oozing from a wound on the old man's left leg that she could notice his bone was sprawling out from that smoking point seemingly being shot by a plasma rifle from an I.S. She gave a credit to the old man though. Not anyone could manage to survive after being shot by that lethal gun wielded by an I.S… that would be in non-I.S' pilot case of course but the same thing could happen to any I.S pilot if their I.S hadn't been deployed yet.
The silver haired man finally letting the old man's hand go after awhile. He had his head dropped as if paying a respect to him. Then walking to a nearby I.S station. Inspecting the station, the silver haired man pulled out a long three eyed cord from the station. Inspecting it curiously, he revealed a locket under his neck before began searching for any points where he could put jack into. It did not take long until he found one slot at the bottom of his locket.
Chifuyu held her breath knowing what he's doing now. He's charging an I.S. Which is, he could. The real question however was, could he wield it, in other words, piloting an I.S?
The armory's door banging. From the camera outside the armory, Chifuyu noticed that 5 hostiles were forcing their way inside. The door did not take long to hold the brute force making its way into the room. Hence, it collapsed with a loud bang. 3 of the enemy sentries had their plasma rifles honing at him whereas the other two got swords unsheathed at their hands.
Chifuyu was about to send reinforcements to the armory knowing that the man would be riddled with holes until something bizarre was about to change her mind.
The silver haired man had his hands on the air.
"Uhhh…Konichiwa…ht the FUCK?!"
His curse was transmitted through the speaker and filled the entire surveillance room where Chifuyu stood at as without any particular warnings, the swordwomen closing the gap between them together at the same time within 2 steps from the main entrance. That would be at least 100 meters away from his current position. The one in the left had her hands fell, in which the man jumped backward. The charging cable was severed during the motion. He edged himself avoiding a linked slash from the other swordwoman. Quickly glancing toward the gunners, the man sprung backward. During the motion, his locket glowed. As he found a new place to stand, the ground where he stood previously was sizzled with holes.
Suddenly they ceased their attacking attempt.
Strangely, the similar thing also occurred inside the surveillance room.
Voices of STIREPs from friendly ISA units filled the entire surveillance room but no response given to the field units generating unsure situation responding. Silent held all people inside the room in its hand as it showing a shocking scene happened inside the armory and let them skipped their breath. Chifuyu was not an exception. She denied her eyes telling her the truth that the silver haired man, clad in radiant armor from toes to head who bailed his fists and taking a stance.
A huge warning sign appeared on every monitor inside the room marking the silver haired man.
Warning! Unknown I.S is detected.
"Let's dance bitches!"
The violent phrase traversed into the room as the silver haired man began his counterattack. He dashed toward the nearby enemy. Without any slight hesitation, he threw his fist straight on her face. There was an invisible friction happened in the way of his fist preventing it from directly going into her face. It was the shield force emitted by I.S preventing any attacks from being lethal to its pilot. Regardless, due to the brutal force applied in his fist, a distinctive glass shatter noise was heard before his fist connected to her face.
She was thrown from a single punch toward the gunners. Blood flew to the air during the painful impact motion and peaked once her gunner allies instead of catching her, they moved by reflexes letting the concrete wall behind the entrance left a deep human mark inside.
Watching her comrades flew, the second assailant snapped out from her daze following by her remaining allies. Letting anger sparked rose within, she flailing her sword wildly at the silver haired man hoping that he got cut eventually. Too bad that the man, was faster than her blade. Swaying like a ship being rocked in a violent storm, the silver haired man eluded all her sword swings without breaking any particular sweat.
While the swordswoman busily drawing the man's attention by her flailing swordplay, the 3 gunners finally made their move from their previous position securing best spots bloodlust desiring to snipe the silver haired man down. Multiple goblet of fires sparked from the tips of the barrel, sending arrays of blazing spear-like projectiles flying at him. Thanks to the dance the silver haired man put with the swordswoman I.S, all of the shots missed him by miles for their comrade stood in front of their line of fire.
Which Chifuyu had to admit, that no matter how scum their enemies were, they still got conscience for their comrades. The man noticed the shots fired. Chifuyu guessed that the man desiring for weapons in the current situation he was. As if answering his prayer instantly, a stream of numbers enveloping both of his arms exposing a pair firearms on each hand. A medium sized notification appeared on the top left of her screen indicating a data analysis of his weapon from Chifuyu's monitor screen. Turning out to be an identical pair of .45 caliber semi-auto pistols he had.
Ebony & Evory.
The silver haired man took a leap backward distancing himself from the close combat fighter. He secured a ground where he could make a stand. Stretching his left hand with the white pistol forward while having the other black one on the other hand slightly behind the white, he cocked his head at his attackers.
"Come on!"
A simple, weak taunt turned out effectively adding oil to the flame especially to the swordswoman to relentlessly charging with sword rose upward, swinging it with all her strength down afterward. The man, still in his stance, Chifuyu along with other people inside the surveillance room unconsciously skipping a heartbeat watching the man remained idle despite the jaw of danger had its mouth opened wide already-almost consuming him.
With a sudden movement execution, he dangerously sidestepped away letting the blade fell an inch next to him. Clang! The force accumulated inside the blade creating a deep impact on the floor which marked beginning of the turntable in this fight.
With her blade struck on the floor, the swordswoman decided to let her weapon go. She drew a short gap between them and going for a high kick aiming his head. Instead of dodging unlike earlier in the fight, the silver haired man intercepted her kick with his right hand. Bam! The strong impact from the kick did not weakening his grip of the black pistol. The swordswoman felt a cold chill rose from her leg which she used to kick the man as he slid the body of his pistol underneath all the way up- almost reached her thigh. She intended to back off. But the man had already entered her.
Due to the extreme closure between them, the man looked like womanizing her due from the camera perspective. Chifuyu sneered. Her expression soon changed the next moments. Multiple blisters were caught in the lens of the camera from the swordswoman's back and something twisting from it as if making its way out. Chifuyu's disgusting look she gave was shattered with surprise. Those blisters popped up all the same time like balloons. Fear found its way amongst the people inside ISA surveillance room when blood shot out together with ripped flesh and shattered remnants of whitish solid objects from those human skin bubbles, turned out to be pieces of shattered human bones. Chunks of metal dropped through the swordswoman's back, painted in disgustingly red.
The spectators were left speechless unable to bear the gory sight. Some let a hysterical scream. Others passed out instantly. Chifuyu never seen such brutal sight. Nevertheless, she did her best keeping her head cool although she was slightly shaking.
Bracing herself to continue watching, the silver haired man resuming his brutal fight. The remaining hostile forces simultaneously opened fire at him. Using the standing dead body as protection, the silver haired man sizing the distance between them. Through the holes made inside the swordswoman's body, his black pistol under the name of Ebony roared at one of the shooter driving her to duck under an iron container. Under the heavy fire, the silver haired man did not cease his shooting attempts at his target who took a refuge behind the metallic box.
The metallic box emitted fumes from the bullet holes.
BT Energies Pack. Exercise with extreme caution.
BOOOOOOOOMMM!
A violent explosion came from the metallic box tossing a heavily burned crisp of human onto a wall behind. Unfortunately to the gunner sentries, the explosion also caused a shocking impact which winched their idleness. Once again, the shots were temporary ceased. A stream of virtual data enveloped both of his hands. Chifuyu took that he was switching weapons.
Coyote A.
The name of the firearm taking a shape of a double barrel shotgun appeared in his dominant hand once the virtual blanket of numbers dispersed, popped up with a terrifying analysis on Chifuyu's monitor. Although the gun's capacity is 2 in exact and not a threat when shooting something more than 1 mile away probably lesser than it, furthermore using a conventional 12 gauge shotgun shells, according to the data analysis she skim-read of the current being, it could mercilessly shattered an I.S' barrier if shot in a close range.
Still standing with the meaty shield, The silver haired man moving the body around seemingly toying with it. Chifuyu noticed that he was pressing the shotgun at the chest area. She could not understand, why did he bother to fool around until his assailants finally regained their senses back? Did he fond of being shot at?
The answer was instant.
SPLAT!
The dead body was blown away the devastative shot pulled by the man's double barrel shotgun. Blood sprayed across the entire room finding their ways right into his assailants' vision. Chunks of flesh and shattered bones flew onto the air adding brutal touch of the scene.
Discarding the nasty remains of the body afterward, the silver haired man successfully disrupting his attackers' visions nastily using blood and human organs. While they were busily cleaning the gruesome bloodstains of their former comrades on their sights, the silver haired man's shotgun tossing a pair of empty shells onto the sky before swallowing another ones into its empty chambers. Then, the man pulling out the sword that the swordswoman left on the floor with ease.
He closed the gap between his enemies. The silver haired man made a sharp turn charging his strength in an extreme period. He violently throwing an impactful backhand at his closest enemy he could afford within his range. The armored body of hers unable to match his brute strenght was instantly hammered down to the floor. While attempting her recovery, he stomped her down. Just when her comrade cleared the obstructing bloodstain, as she rose her gun, a white- metallic object flew at her direction. It went passed through the I.S barrier like nothing stood as her protection. SCHIKKK! The metallic object found a way halfway through her throat from sideway. Stunned like a statue, she finally lost her ground. Unfortunately, she fell in a position where the metallic object jammed deeper that decapitated her head eventually.
With the number of enemies dropped to the one below his feet, the unbearable pain on her back was doubled when the silver haired man applying another blunt force trauma at her back with a heavy stomp. Thus permanently removing her ability to recover but barely breathing in agony.
Chifuyu held a breath when the man suddenly looked at her direction. She got a look at his bloodstained face. His pupils were dilated and in red as if he was in drug.
He was smiling maniacally.
The silver haired man squatted next to the defeated girl. Grabbing her head to force her looking onto the hidden camera, the silver haired man had his shotgun pressing the side of her temple.
"Smile! You are in the camera."
BANG!
Chifuyu found herself throwing up on the floor.
And that's the wrap. Hopefully you can enjoy the very first mission of Infinite Cry : RE. Comments are always open below so sound off your voices people!
Adios! Until next time.