Saturday.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Click.
Emily ejected the empty magazine clicked on the safety and set the 1911 down on the table before jabbing the return button on the pad next to her, the faint whine of a motor was heard as the chain holding the paper target reeled back in towards her booth.
She regarded the target a moment before frowning a little.
"Well?"
Emily did not jump and she certainly didn't let out a yelp at the voice right behind her. What she did certainly do was turn and glare at Major Kaisur who was flicking his knife open and closed behind her idly while looking over her shoulder at the target she brought back.
"It's within acceptable accuracy." Emily frowned.
"We told you it would be. Victor can fuck some one up hard with only a short contact, but it doesn't last long. We know he's got a way to pull it permanently as we've had a few troops that showed up unable to do a damn thing, but they were missing for days." Jer'rahd offered.
"I wanted to make sure myself." Emily retorted.
"Respectable that you needed to know for yourself. But you think you're done beating up my troops now?" Jer'rahd asked.
"If you're here, that means you were going to be the next one stepping up to make sure my CQC was back up to snuff, so yes I'm quite done with that."
"Pity, you've got some people afraid of you now, I need to stomp you to put that fear back where it's supposed to be." Jer'rahd grinned.
"Did you get the message I sent you major?"
"Yup. I'll ask her tonight, but you know she's gonna want to have words with you about a few things." Jer'rahd offered.
"I didn't expect anything less." Emily sighed. "Now that I'm satisfied with this I have some work left to do. And I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
"Youth Guard?" Jer'rahd questioned.
"Very much so. You have your squad ready for transport?"
"Yep. It would have been nice if Dragon could bring in a ship for us, but this works."
"Has the mole been fed?" Emily asked.
"Yup. Both of them, and we let one know we know about the other one, so the compromised mole gets the correct info to pass on and the one that thinks he's fine gets false info and the info we know about the other one. Then we bring the hammer down on them." Jer'rahd grinned.
"Good. I want Victor to either arrive in custody for trial in Boston, or the Nazis to get him back in a body bag."
"We can't do that." Jer'rahd frowned. "Much as I'd like to."
"Let me have my fantasy." Emily grumbled.
"And over here we have Fugly Bobs. Home of the worlds best grease induced heart attacks." Dennis offered sweeping his arm to the side towards the restaurant. " You can tell that it is the best, because thus far it is the only place on the entire Boardwalk that does not have Christmas decorations up before Thanksgiving."
Amy shook her head as Dennis continued to play tour guide for the pair of them. The new girl, another Emily, and wasn't that confusing for some people, was actually smiling at Dennis' antics. Amy couldn't help laugh at some of the jokes as well. She wasn't really familiar enough with Brockton Bay to show Emily around, but Dennis had lived here his whole life and was quite happy to share that as well as little anecdotes about why things were. Half were made up she was sure, maybe.
Their minders stayed far enough back that they weren't really noticeable, or at least Emily didn't show she saw them.
They had gone into a few shops, tried on some clothes while Dennis lamented his cursed position in waiting on them and boasted about with his being male that the two completely different shades he was shown were the same color.
They stopped and watched a rather interesting puppet show put on by Parian in front of her shop for a group of children. Amy took note that one of Parin's assistants spent more than a little time staring at the three of them.
Amy wasn't sure why the blonde took an interest in the three of them, but it was something to note as she also seemed to spot their minders, though it may have been she was simply looking for trouble, and a trio of teens at a puppet show might be as suspect as a couple of plain clothes PRT, trying not to look like they were PRT, and failing.
Even the enforcers had noticed those two. The only way they could have been more obvious would have been if it was Mouse Protector in a trench coat.
Dennis had mentioned she had done that before, and every one ignored her because it was way too silly to be believable.
Granted that had been before they met up with Emily, to her, they were just the kids of PRT office workers who were bribed to help out with free food and some spending money.
If Emily believed it or not she still seemed to be going along with it and enjoying herself, which was the point after all.
Now she simply needed to remember to bring back a burger for Pocky, or the big baby wouldn't forgive Amy for making her stay behind at home today.
"I want you. To explain to me. WHY he was using a sniper rifle to gather intel."
Rune swallowed hard, this was not a question, but at least Kaiser's anger wasn't directed at her.
"He told me that the scope on it was better than any binoculars he had." Rune offered.
"Why didn't he get a range finder or a telescope, or whatever those things are that snipers use to find the target?" Krieg asked.
"I don't know, maybe he didn't have one?" Rune shrugged. "I didn't ask."
Kaiser sighed reaching up to rub his temples, the metal mask shifting to expose them so he could do so.
"Krieg, did you give him the file on Emily Piggot?" Kaiser asked.
"I did, though I am not sure if he read it." Krieg admitted.
"Figures, that would have saved us this annoyance if he had." Kaiser sighed.
"Why what was in the file?" Rune asked curiously not having been told much aside from to be Victor's transportation.
"Emily Piggot was a member of the PRT's special operations and tactics, or SOT. Primarily she was a Sniper of the unit and had earned the nickname of 'Lady'. Do you have any idea how bad ass some one has to be to earn a moniker like that in a ground unit? " Krieg offered. "According to what we got from her sealed files she participated in eighteen separate missions, that were documented, two of which resulted in sniper duels, one of them with a Church of the Angel cape named Sure Shot, who was not known to ever miss.
He's dead. She is not. At the very least this means that she is either very lucky or very skilled, and with damn good eyes either way. You said that the blast windows were down around her corner office every where but facing out to sea.
That was likely so that no one could get a good sniper angle on her from the nearby buildings and when Victor had you fly out to sea to look in, she must have spotted you."
"Had he read the file I expect he would have been more careful. Now I need to waste resources to get him back before Othala starts complaining. "Kaiser frowned. " Victor is useful, but not useful enough that I would bother to recover him from what is surely going to be a well protected convoy given he attacked a PRT Director. But to keep our only healer happy however..."
"Our sources have already made mention of a few things. He is being moved Sunday. Several transports will be heading out as cover. One of our informants has revealed that the PRT is feeding information to another and he has been exposed. Though a third has pointed out both are compromised. The truck being protected by Miss Militia is the real truck. The ones with Armsmaster, and Assault protecting them are decoys. Alucard, Mouse Protector, Battery, and Moon Dog are remaining here in case some one decides to try something." Krieg explained.
"Send Hookwolf and his team after a decoy, tell them to cause enough carnage that it draws others in. You take the twins and Alabaster to go after the real truck. They are going to trade off with the team from Boston at the border facility. I want him free well before then."
"As you command Kaiser."
Sunday.
The plan went off like clockwork. Hookwolf and his team were keeping Armsmaster and the PRT team occupied. Storm Tiger and Cricket had been left behind in favor of a bunch of mooks. Hookwolf didn't see the need to go all in on a decoy no matter what Kaiser said. Despite this, his actions had drawn Assault and his decoy truck full of PRT troops, to him to keep Hookwolf's rampage from destroying the highway and all the traffic on it.
Krieg and his team hit Miss Militia's truck just north of Seabrook. Fenja and Menja went after Miss Militia, destroying her bike and keeping her away from the truck. Miss Militia evidently took offense to her bike being destroyed and skipped her usual bean bag rounds and formed a China Lake to start shooting at them forcing the twins to both focus on not having parts blown off them.
Krieg wished he had brought some rank and file of his own to help out and swarm her, but too many people would have brought more attention, than a old Ford Escort with four people in it following the van.
Alabaster and Krieg took on the PRT Troops after Krieg forced the truck off the side of the road and down an embankment. The driver and the passenger survived long enough to get out and start shooting at the pair. They actually managed to catch Alabaster in a confoam grenade before Krieg finished them off.
Had they been white he simply would have left them injured, hoping that they learned how wrong they were in their actions against the Empire, but lesser animals like those two should have never been allowed to exist, let alone work for the government. Clearly a lot still had to be changed to ensure that this world was made proper, and the rightful race was in power.
He sprayed Alabaster with some solvent taken from the truck to remove the confoam before letting the man finish freeing himself as he moved to the back of the truck.
Tearing open the back of the truck Krieg stepped into the darkness letting his eyes adjust from the sunlight.
"Victor you idiot. We are here for you." Krieg huffed before blinking as his eyes adjusted fully to the dark cab.
"You are not Victor."
"Nope. Give daddy a kiss."
Alabaster tensed as he heard screaming from the back of the truck, the sludge of the solvent and foam clung to him as he moved around the truck with his rifle. The screaming stopped before he got there and his eyes widened as a man stepped out of the back of the truck, nearly as pale as he was, save for rivets of blood running down his chin and dripping onto the red long coat he wore.
Jet black hair flowed out behind him as it was caught in the wind. The man glanced to him and placed a wide brimmed red hat on his head letting out a deep sigh.
"I am very annoyed, you know." Alucard offered, turning to stare at Alabaster. "I come to town with word that there are actual Nazis running around, and I absolutely Love Nazis, very flavorful. But I get here and what do I find? Not Nazis! At best you idiots are sparkling white supremacists, you're only Nazis if you come from the Nazi region of Germany and you lot probably crawled up from the south and traded your white hoods for swastikas at the Mason Dixon line. Disappointing."
Alabaster screamed out opening fire on the man only to watch as the bullets hit and do shit all to the man.
"Careful, I just got this coat, boss lady would get annoyed if I messed it up already." Alucard offered then tilted his head regarding Alabaster." Heeeeey, I know you, you're that regenerator guy, I've been looking for you, you're gonna cut my food budget in half easy!"
Alabaster fired again backing away screaming out to the twins about the trap.
"Holy shit. That is a huuuuuuuuuuuge bitch... two of them too. Oh the fetishes those two bring to mind. Wait, are they twins!?! How does that Nazi fuck manage to get anything done with these two around?" Alucard hummed before turning his attention back to Alabaster. "Level with me flour power, Is Kaiser gay? Because hot damn."
Sunday Evening, Boston PRT
The PRT Trooper at the gate raised an eyebrow as what was best described as a cross between a hippy panel van and one of those Japanese cars covered with anime girls rolled up at the gate. The two men sitting inside both looked like they had gone for the Cheech and Chong look and come close save the death metal shirt one of them wore, and the military style haircut the other had.
The Guard called in the van before he stepped out of the booth and gestured for his partner to move to the other side of the van while he was sure there were others getting ready on the other side of the gate.
The driver rolled down the window and offered a wave.
"State your business here..." The guard trailed off as the driver offered a badge and a folder to the guard.
He took it looking over the badge and raised an eyebrow at the PRT ENE logo on it.
"One Nazi cape delivered as ordered." The passenger offered gesturing to the back where a sedated Victor was heavily restrained on a gurney with four fully armored PRT troops sitting over him.
Monday
The whine of a drill bit on steel echoed in the small workshop. More than a dozen uniformed PRT Troopers stood in formation behind the man working at the bench, others would have been here, but there was always work to be done. With them also stood Director Piggot also at attention.
The man at the work bench stopped, flipping up the protective mask to blow the shavings off the metal plate he had been etching.
Major Kaisur sighed reading the names. Captain Jeremy Marcos and Lieutenant Gaberial Jordan. He looked over the metal plate. It was an insert from one of the older models of body armor, rather than ceramic or other ablative material the older bullet proof vests used steel plates, the biggest issue with them was that they weighed a lot.
Major Kaisur sighed reading off the five other names on the plate not counting the two he just added. His vest had 15 such plates, six on the front and nine on the back. Every single one of them was covered in names. Men and women who had died under his command in the course of his career. When the plates were full, or they became too heavy for him, he was going to retire.
Neither of those had happened just yet.
He slid the plate into his vest turning around to those gathered with a nod as he secured it. Those here knew what he did and why were all here save his wife.
"They lost five of theirs, but it cost us two of ours." Major Kaisur offered. "Do any of you think this is a fair trade off?"
"NO SIR!" the group all barked back.
"Damn right. I don't want to have to carve a single one of your damn names on one of these things. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Dismissed."
The group all snapped a salute to him and departed with the only noise being their booted feet as they left the room leaving the Director and the Major alone.
"Your pet cape should have acted faster." Jer'rahd offered.
"He had his orders not to do anything until they opened the door. Krieg killed two men in cold blood without a hint of hesitation. His death was justified at that point, at least in any court of law that cares to look. The Twins are going to be in ICU for months if not longer as Miss Militia didn't bother holding back against them either, that probably saved her life. Alabaster is was forwarded off to Boston with the others." Emily offered back. "PR's going to throw a shit fit about spinning this, but fuck them. The first letters of PRT do not stand for public relations."
The Major simple hummed at that.
"I'm setting up a monument in the courtyard. I'm thinking something like a stone spike or the like to engrave names on. I can't do what you do with the armor as I'm not in the field to bear the weight. And as head of the ENE I'll have a lot more names than you do by the time I'm done."
"You're handling it better than I do." Jer'rahd offered.
"No. No I'm not. I'm just handling it differently. Take the rest of the week off Major. Enjoy thanksgiving with your family."
"Hell of a time to die . Right before the holidays. Jordan had two kids. Marcos kept going on about some bartender he met." Jer'rahd sighed.
"Never a good time to die Major. Particularly not to some Nazi piece of shit." Emily sighed. "I've still got shit to do. The paper work never ends."
Jer'rahd nodded before looking to her his eyes narrowed.
"Let me know if you need any help."
"With the paperwork?"
"Don't feed me that bullshit. I saw Slayer is now listed as a vigilante cape. Fresh this morning."
"I don't know what you mean Major. No one would want to risk their retirement on doing something like that. Particularly you when you're so close to it."
"Fine then 'Lady'. "Jer'rahd snorted before he offered a fanged smirk. "Happy hunting."
Winslow, Monday
"What The Fuck Do You Mean You're Leaving?" Emma screeched.
Sophia rolled her eyes as both Madison and Emma stared at her. A few of the others in the hallway did the same but a glare from her sent them running.
"That's what I said." Sophia offered. "I'm getting transferred to Arcadia at the start of next month."
"Why?!" Emma demanded.
Sophia glanced to Madison who took the hint and scurried away.
"New boss told me under no uncertain circumstances it was gonna happen." Sophia muttered.
" Well tell her to fuck off. "
Sophia shuddered a little. A wolf she might be, one did not mess with an angry mama Kodiak. Particularly when it was one that did what she did to a Nazi cape. She had seen the shape both Victor and Piggot had been in at the end of that fight, as well as the condition of the room. She was not going to fuck with that woman.
"Can't this time or I'm done. I've got to play good little employee until she transfers or something." Sophia shook her head.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and Hookwolf will eat her or something." Emma grumbled.
"My money would be on her in that fight." Sophia admitted rather readily. "She said you could try for a transfer. The more the better leaving this shit hole."
"I tried early on, my grades aren't good enough to get in." Emma huffed.
"Hey you're strong enough, give it another shot, that place is gonna suck without some one to have my back." Sophia offered.
"Shit... what about Taylor?"
"What about her?"
"Who's gonna keep her in her place if we both leave, Madison's not gonna do it, I have to practically threaten her to do anything to Taylor any more." Emma ranted.
"Who cares about Taylor, she's just some weak nobody who's never gonna be anything." Sophia huffed as Emma's expression showed she was going to go off on a rant about the girl again, and Sophia didn't want to hear it. "My rides probably here, we'll talk later, call me."
Sophia turned and headed out, passing Madison at the end of the hall where she was waiting, the girl glanced to Sophia before heading back down the hall towards Emma.
Madison could listen to the rant, the yappy dog was good for something after all.
