Welcome to Return I! After returning to base, Andrei has finished repairs on Station 794's dead and they are ready to be returned to active duty once again.
About the last chapter, I kinda rushed it, so apologies if it feels half-assed in any way. And about this one, I'm not too sure about how I'll go on with it but I'll find a way to do it efficiently.
Also, please explain to me why a fucking gacha game has better writing and a better story than a full-fledged show with a large budget and sponsors and shit?! Because I just wound up on a Team RWBY criticism video while I was watching a video on Arknights' Oripathy virus as it was a recommended vid and now I'm all pissed off because of how legendarily bad RWBY's story is.
I mean seriously, just compare the AR Team to Team RWBY and you can immediately tell the difference between how well they're written.
Anyways, it's time to get this thing started.
(Note: I'm also working on another GFL: ADL chapter on my alt, so expect a new chapter for it to go up within at least a week.)
Station 794, Sector 09
Ukraine, Neo-Soviet Union
July 12, 2062
Commander Ian Becker
The ride back to base took approximately one hour, and an attempted ambush on Griffin supply lines by the anti-Doll Human Rights Party caused them to have to provide support for the besieged logistics team onsite to apprehend the fanatical group's members and spend even more time and resources away from the base.
Not that the ex-soldier minded of course, since it allowed him to keep his mind off of M1911 when he was fighting, although thankfully Andrei reported to him that the Dolls they'd lost were fully repaired and ready to be returned to active duty a mere five minutes after thwarting the HRP's attack.
However, as elated as he was at the idea of seeing his friend again one thing held that excitement back: the inevitable lack of all her memories after her last backup. How much would she have forgotten? Just a day's worth or so far as a month's worth? He was sure she'd backed up her data recently but the idea of her forgetting him ate away at him either way, and he was sure that at least someone in the Humvee could tell.
"Sonething wrong, Boss?"
And it so happened to be AK-47, who sat with Howa 64 in the Humvee seats in front of his with eyes full of concern as she noticed his expression.
"Probably just me overthinking the whole repair thing..." he admitted freely, knowing all-too-well the futility of hiding his problems from the people— or Dolls, rather— in his life.
"She backed up the night before last, so she'll be forgetting the op from yesterday." the Russian told him in response to his admission. "That, and she'll be forgetting the maid outfit thing G36 had her do for her punishment."
"Oh yeah, she's gonna be a bit mad at me when I remind her of that." he chuckled, remembering how she flipped him off for indirectly getting her in that cute maid outfit of hers.
"So yeah, don't be such a downer, Boss, it'll be fine." the Russian reassured, patting his shoulder. "Same for you, M4."
The elite AR in question looked up with a start, a soft sound of confusion escaping her lips as she took note of the world around her again. Of course, Ian knew that she'd been thinking about her sisters, and with them not finding any clues to their whereabouts in their patrol, her worry for them was probably raging strong at the moment.
"We'll find them, it's just a matter of time..." he quietly assured when she looked to him, leaning back in his seat and spending the rest of the trip in silence.
"Alright, I've got the backup data uploaded onto a new Core and ready to install into their new frames."
Standing in the Repair Bay with a folder containing the report for "Operation Safeguard," the operation responsible for extracting M4A1, in hand, Ian watched as Andrei and his team readied M1911's freshly-procured backup frame for revitalization, ignoring the more off-limit parts of her naked body in favor of watching the veteran technician work, a panel opened up in her back to allow him to install her new Core.
The three non-German ARs and FN-49 stood with him, equally as anxious as they waited for the process to finish, and he couldn't blame them for it. He too was anxious, but unlike say P38 or FN-49 he could easily control his emotions a lot better than them and behave much more properly even when under stress.
"How are you so calm, Commander...?" FN-49 asked, looking up to him when she noticed his straight face.
"'I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills.'" he replied calmly, once again quoting the Soldier's Creed. "It's important to be able to keep ahold of yourself in any kind of military group, national or private, because people were counting on you."
"I understand..."
"Alright, that's over with." Andrei said as he unplugged the wires from M1911's Core and closed the panel to it before laying her flat on her back and putting a white blanket over her to preserve her modesty before returning to his console. "Anyways, I'll be turning her back on in three... two... one...!"
On his button press a pair of blue eyes slowly opened for the first time in about fifteen or so hours and a short, but filled-out figure raised herself to a sitting position, rubbing her weary eyes as she booted up.
"Where am I...?" she asked before yawning, her blanket slipping off of her and kind of rendering Andrei's gesture pointless— not that Ian cared about that, as the joy at seeing his friend alive and kicking again had removed such a concern, and after crossing the distance between them in just a couple steps he wrapped his arms around the reactivated android and pulled her into his embrace, taking note of just how humanlike she felt in his arms.
"Thank God for backup data..." he murmured in a tone that only M1911 could hear him.
"G-Good to see you, Commander— wait, what's wrong...?" she asked when she noticed a single tear build up in his eye.
"Nothin', just glad to see you, that's all." he half-heartedly denied, causing the blonde to look down at herself and notice her state of dress, followed by a rather obvious blank spot in her memory between July 10 and July 11, 2062.
"So I died again, go figure..." she muttered in a deadpan manner that suggested that this easily wasn't her first resurrection before looking back up to him. "You wouldn't happen to have my uniform at hand, would you, sir?"
"AK's holding it." he said with a slight chuckle, jerking a thumb at the Russian Doll as she walked over and handed her leader a set of her clothes to her— only to notice that it was the same maid outfit he'd seen her in the previous day.
"Fucking hell, I gotta wear that?!"
"Ask G36, it was her idea." AK-47 told her when she felt the HG's eyes bore through her before pulling her into a quick hug. "Good to see you again, Boss."
"Whatever..." she muttered, grabbing the underwear set in the pile and putting it on after getting the blanket off her entirely, restoring her modesty somewhat. "Anyways, I can't remember what happened yesterday, so could you fill me in, Commander?"
He simply nodded before turning towards the others in the room.
"Mind leaving us alone for a bit?" he asked them, causing the Dolls in the room to nod and vacate the premises while Andrei's team readied a secondary gurney in another room of the Bay to restore MP5 and Springfield.
Once he was sure they were alone, the Commander turned back to M1911 and sat down on the gurney next to her, making sure she wasn't crowded before doing so.
"Anyways, the day started with you seeing me in my Army uniform and heading to the Armory, prompting you to ask me what I was doing and causing us to discuss a contract I took that required human personnel." he started.
"Was it an Anti-Doll employer?" the blonde asked with a sigh.
"No, it was because the contract involved a smuggling ring that had Doll-jamming riot gear, and the Soviets lost the Dolls they sent to investigate to them. Anyways, you helped me pick out my gear for the mission and from then until the time I got back you'd have to ask your teammates about it."
"And this?" M1911 asked again as she pulled the tight-fitting maid dress over her head, struggling to get it over her bust in particular.
"You disobeyed orders and told Shi Jun something he wasn't supposed to know and were assigned as G36's aide for a month, and she assigned you that outfit." the dark-haired veteran told her. "It looks great on you, by the way."
"Th-Thanks..."
The bashful tone she gave her thanks with, combined with the blush adorning her cheeks, made her look so adorable he wanted to kiss her, but he held back that whimsical desire in favor of continuing the recap.
"You then welcomed three new Dolls to the base, M500, MG3, and MP41, and were soon assigned as the leader of an extraction team sent to retrieve Tactical Doll M4A1— yes, that M4A1, which ultimately succeeded, but... it resulted in your death."
His friend nodded in understanding, face solemn as she took note of the information.
"What killed me?" she asked next, causing him to sigh.
"SP524 Executioner, a Sangvis shock trooper-type Ringleader." Ian replied after a pause. "In particular, she impaled you with an oversized sword she killed MP5 with mere moments before you were killed."
"Oh, damn."
"However, M4A1 and AK-47 worked together extensively to kill Executioner, ultimately doing so by planting a large amount of C4 on the wall of a church and luring her to it, then executing her with their Imprinted weapons after M4A1 was taunted by her. M4A1 was safely returned to base along with AK and Howa, but Springfield was killed by Vespids while AK and M4 were dealing with Executioner, which probably left Howa a bit mentally scarred."
M1911 then looked to the secondary repair room, watching through the window as they uploaded MP5's backup data into her newly-repaired body and prepared to restore Springfield's AI into its own refurbished frame, as she was the easiest to repair as opposed to Executioner's victims.
"You know, I think I heard some rumors about the AR Team M4 leads..." the HG said carefully, looking back at him. "Stuff about them using Griffin squads as pawns to escape their AOs if they got compromised, then leaving them to die once they escaped..."
"That's because their unique Neural Clouds make them unable to back their data up and their creator is overprotective to a T." Ian told her, closing the report in his hands. "In reality, M4 shouldn't even be leading the team, since based on what I heard M16A1 is a much better fit for the job and I'm gonna have to split my time between finding her sisters and helping her improve her leadership skills."
"Why is she the leader then?"
"She's got some fancy Command Module installed that makes her autonomous and able to lead without human intervention, but as I know all-too-well, a weapon is only as good as the one who wields it."
"And if one can't wield it..."
"Then what point is there to have it?" Ian finished for her. "If you want to help me train her, I'd very much appreciate it."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Alright, the others are ready to reboot now!" Andrei called out from the secondary repair room, ending their recap session.
"Good, 'cuz I think the others would like to see them again." the Commander said, getting off the gurney and allowing M1911 to get the rest of her outfit on and go to follow him, only for him to hold her back.
"That's a new frame, so you ought to get it calibrated just in case, alright?"
"Yeah, you're right..." the HG sighed, merely sitting with her legs dangling off the edge of the gurney as the technician left the secondary repair room to bring him into the room, holding a tablet in his hands.
"Alright, I've got both MP5 and Springfield ready to reboot, so c'mere if you want to be the first one they see when they wake up." he told them.
"Sounds good to me. Come on, let's go."
As Andrei didn't hold her back from seeing her friends Ian carefully helped her onto her feet so she could test her movement on the way there, said movement deliberately slow to avoid any accidents on the way there.
Tactical Doll Howa Type 64
After being admitted back into the Repair Bay Howa 64, AK-47, and M4A1 were currently standing alonside the Commander and a thankfully-reactivated M1911 as Andrei finished booting up the others lost in Operation Safeguard, who were clad in hospital gowns thanks to multiple factors like MP5's prudishness/self-consciousness and keeping the whole thing from feeling awkwards.
First off was MP5, who immediately started darting her head around in confusion once she noticed her current location only to recieve a hug from M1911 and Howa 64 herself and be welcomed back properly before deciding that telling her the details of her death could wait and moving on to Springfield, leaving the SMG's movement to be recalibrated properly.
The Japanese girl felt particularly nervous about the motherly Rifle's rebooting, especially since she'd basically caused her death by being so oblivious— or so she told herself, since in reality there was nothing she could've done even if she could have drawn her pistol fast enough to react to that Vespid.
"Oy, calm down, my friend." AK-47 whispered to her. "She won't hate you for what happened, despite whatever you tell yourself, and I'm sure she'll be glad to see you when she wakes up."
"B-But—"
"Howa, don't blame yourself for what happened, I saw the report myself." the Commander cut her off. "Just because a teammate died in close proximity to you or died to protect you doesn't mean it's your fault. Trust me, I know the feeling..."
"Right..." she sighed as the Rifle was booted up in front of them, with Andrei doing the same countdown he did with M1911.
And once it ended, he presses a button on his tablet and after a single tense moment, a pair of bright green eyes opened up once again and M1903 Springfield sat up slowly, yawning before taking a look around her surroundings.
"So we made it back after all..." she muttered to herself before settling her gaze on the four individuals there to greet you.
"S-Springfield-sama!"
In an instant Howa 64 leaped forth and wrapped her arms around her in a tight embrace, tears leaking from her eyes as she hugged her senior, spluttering rapid apologies to her in both English and Japanese as the memory of her death replayed in her head.
"It's alright, I'm right here..." the motherly Doll said softly, running her hand along the Japanese AR's hair comfortingly. "Although, did the mission succeed?"
At that request M4A1 gently pushed past M1911 to stand next to Springfield and nod, clasping her hands in front of her to complete the image of a polite young woman, which wasn't too far off for her.
"Hello again, miss Springfield." the elite greeted softly, handing her a spare uniform. "Thank you for all you did to get me here, and I'm sorry all three of you died because of me..."
Unlike what FNC had told her the girl's words were sincere and carefully-spoken as they left her mouth, the rumors she'd heard about her amounting to nothing in that moment and making her feel as if they'd actually have a good working relationship later on.
"It's alright, we knew the risks when we took the mission on, and I'm not one to hold grudges, you know." Springfield told her. "Have you had anything to eat yet?"
"C-Cinnamon rolls the Commander ordered for me..." M4A1 demurely nodded, causing the Rifle to giggle melodically.
"How fitting, Commander." she told the officer, causing him to shrug at her in an "eh, whatever" manner.
"Hey, I get that you wanna spend half the day in here but the Boss wants 1911, MP5, and Springfield combat-capable ASAP." Andrei warned, ending whatever was going on between the group.
"You heard him, let's go." the Commander said before leaving the secondary repair room, AK-47 and M4A1 following suit before Howa 64 bid Springfield farewell and left as well.
Tactical Doll MP41, A few hours later...
After Springfield was cleared for duty she'd returned to manning the Café immediately, with the first thing she did being the preparation of a good lunch for everyone to celebrate her return, the bar crowded for the first time in a while as the patrol team and the resurrected Echelon One members dined. MP41 herself sat at the end as she watched her serve food and converse with M4A1 with a merry smile.
"Hmm..." she hummed as she inspected the Rifle with a critical eye, her notepad set beside her plate as she ate a sandwich given to her.
Very gentle-hearted and friendly on the surface, but carries herself with the air of a veteran fighter and is ready to engage the enemy at the drop of a hat... Usually a woman like her would have a secret or flaw somewhere, but I cannot for the life of me find any discernible weakness or flaw she may want to keep hidden... she summarized in her head, writing the assessment down in her notepad as discreetly as possible. Additionally, I feel that she'd be very seductive in the bedroom...
After she finished her teal eyes turned to the maid-outfitted M1911 as she spoke with the Commander, their behavior more relaxed than she'd seen so far as they spoke and made playful jabs at one another. In particular she'd noted how affectionate the HG was behaving, from how she oh-so-slightly shuffled her stool closer to his or from the teasing jabs aimed at him.
Hmm, am I witnessing a subordinate expressing romantic desire for her commanding officer~? she wondered in her head, arching an eyebrow at the senior Doll. Or am I perhaps overthinking what may be a very close friendship? Only time will tell...
Next up was AK-47 and Howa 64, who were sharing their experiences from the last operations they'd conducted and taking note of the different tactics used by one another, a slight flush to the pair's cheeks betraying the alcohol in their systems.
Howa seems to be a lightweight... she noted in her head with a hint of amusement. Although here she seems very happy-go-lucky, AK-47 seems to bear an intense hatred for Sangvis Ferri unlike everyone else, even Herr Kommandant, who served in World War 3. Perhaps they killed someone she loved in the past, that would make sense... Howa herself no longer seems saddened or confused by the events of that so-called Operation Safeguard, and she also no longer seems angry at M4A1 either...
Speaking of M4A1... she has no qualities befitting a team leader, yet 16LAB assigned her as such anyways. Of course, Herr Kommandant is working to change that, but how long will it take to fully train her, and will he even have that time at hand? I'd imagine he'd be hard-pressed to condense years of training into just a couple of months, assuming he'd even have months to work on her.
That was a question for another time, she supposed, and then her gaze fell onto the Commander himself, who'd changed into his Griffin coat and beret and was easily on-par with M1911 in terms of his verbal sparring ability. Assuming the blonde was in love with him and not just affectionate by nature, he was either unaware of it or was choosing to ignore it.
Now you, sir, are a mystery... All I know is that you were US Army, a Rifleman in the Big Red One, and are cocky enough to engage mil-spec Tactical Dolls in close quarters combat. Nothing about your personality under your layers of professionalism or how the War affected you in the long run. Although I do hope you aren't dense as a rock when it comes to romance, because dense dummkopfs are the worst!
"What're you doing?" M500 whispered to her, breaking her from her thoughts and causing her to look into her eyes.
"Just trying to get a better understanding of my new coworkers, that is all." the snitch replied airily. "Do you not want to know your allies better, M500?"
"I do, but I can achieve that by talking to them in a face-to-face conversation, not by poking into their personal lives like some creep." the dog-eared Shotgun told her.
"Please, it is far too easy for one to lie and cover up the nasty truths they don't want getting out. Saw it all the time in the Volkspolizei."
"This ain't East Germany, kiddo."
"You do know Germany reunited as the German Democratic Republic in 2057, ja?" MP41 told her.
"And made everything we did to ensure Germany's freedom amount to nothing." the Commander grumbled bitterly, swirling the drink in his glass around and giving the German new information on him.
Has bitter feelings on the German reunification thanks to his service in East Germany. she quickly jotted down.
"One of my closest friends back then lost his eye in the Reichstag, my platoon was nearly wiped out in its entirety, I nearly died seventeen times total, and the Brits' experience against their automated units was the only thing keeping us from total annihilation... and in return for our sacrifices, they turn around and give themselves right back to the Soviets."
The anger and bitterness in his voice as he revealed his experience in Berlin, even when he wasn't yelling, was unmistakable, and the SMG couldn't help but hang her head shamefully as she realized she'd touched a nerve.
"I... wasn't aware of that, Herr Kommandant..." she apologized, truly sorry for reopening some of the ex-soldier's old wounds.
"It's fine, MP41, you didn't know." he told her, taking a swig of what she identified as whiskey from his glass. "At least my experience from there's still useful."
Still looking away in shame she merely downed the last of her sandwich and got up off the stool, preparing to leave before the Commander grabbed her arm in a firm grasp, causing her to look him in the eyes.
"I'm not mad at you, so don't go. If you wanna learn more about everyone then we're open for conversation." he told her. "Why don't you go get acquainted with 1911? I heard from G36 that you'd made contact with her, but seeing as she had to reboot from a backup data, you ought to talk to her again."
Looking at the blonde girl in question MP41 nodded in affirmation, glad that her superior wasn't angry with her and excited at the prospect of learning more information, and with an enthusiastic salute she bid farewell to the Commander and approached M1911 instead.
"Hey, do you mind talking with me for a bit?" she asked, causing the blonde to turn to her.
"Hello, are you a new Doll here?" she asked when her blue eyes landed on the ex-internal affairs Doll.
"Ja, gnädige Frau. I am MP41, former Volkspolizei internal affairs and a new member of Station 794, and Herr Kommandant wanted me to speak with you so I could get acquainted with my coworkers better."
Looking around the area M1911 nodded and got off her stool, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room.
"Come on, let's go somewhere more private, yeah?"
Now sat down in Echelon One's dorm MP41 had her notepad out and ready as M1911 made herself comfortable, tugging on her dress to loosen it enough to allow her to breathe easier.
"So what do you wanna ask me? Nothing personal, 'kay?" she asked.
"Well, first off, how do you feel about this base?"
"It's been my home for years, so I'm pretty attached to it, and I couldn't imagine working somewhere else, even if it was back home..."
Has fond feelings towards the base... she wrote down before smiling and asking another question.
"That's good news. How do you find your team to be?"
"AK can be a bit of a pain when she's drunk, as in 'spend a half-hour helping her unload the contents in her stomach at four in the morning' pain, but she's very hardworking and tries very hard to get past her flaws."
Drunkard of course, but has heart. I've seen that during our patrol.
"MP5 is a very childish girl who's very self-conscious about her stature—"
Dislikes being flat-chested—
"—and she always drinks milk in the hope that she'll 'grow up,' although if she wants a sexier body she ought to ask IOP for a modification to her frame."
—and always drinks milk as per a certain cliché. Oh, that's just marvelous~
"FN-49's quite timid and shy, so FNC likes to use her as a scapegoat or a fall guy if she does sonething wrong, and she won't do anything about it. It's sad, really."
Little to no self-confidence, used as a servant by FNC as a result.
"Howa 64 though... I've only been her leader for a day or two, but she's alright. Reserved and shy like FNC but more confident in her combat capabilities and in possession of powerful early warning and environmental analysis software for use in detecting hostiles."
Reserved and green as grass, but decently skilled in combat.
"And you, Frau 1911?" she asked next, shifting a bit on her seat.
"Hmm... I'm not very fond of people's opinions of me outside of the base 'cuz they keep calling me an old granny and shit since I'm using a hundred-fifty year old handgun, and I'm very fond of stuff from back home in the US..."
"I feel you, Frau 1911." MP41 said empathetically, having been mocked for using a century-old SMG on more than one occasion. "What was your old occupation, unless that's too personal, of course."
"Bodyguard for a private corporation. Temporarily conscripted by the US federal government to fight in the Second Civil War, though." the HG replied with a forlorn sigh. "Any details on that time are off-limits."
Second Civil War? Fascinating.
"Understood. Was that why you joined Griffin?"
"Yes. The enemy destroyed my company to prevent its contractors from aiding the government, and nobody else wanted to hire a Doll like me after that mess was over."
"What do you think of Herr Kommandant?"
It took a moment for M1911 to reply to her question.
"He's a genuinely good guy, looks out for us and tries to be both a good friend and a good officer towards us. Prokhorov might've gotten warmer to us later on but he was cold and distant at first while Becker cares. Pretty weird, though, considering that no Dolls served the 1st Infantry Division during the War."
Has positive views towards us. Good.
"I think I'm his first friend in a decade or more, and we've gotten pretty close during his time in the academy and over here." she finished, looking to a framed picture of her and the yet-to-be-promoted Commander as they made peace signs with their fingers, the former grinning happily while the latter merely smiled calmly, not sharing his friend's enthusiasm.
"Ahh. I honestly thought you had a thing for him..." MP41 loosely admitted, causing her interviewee to blush and hide her face in her hands.
"Why does everyone ship us?!" she despaired.
Commonly mistaken for lovers due to close friendship.
"I cannot answer that. Um, what're your preferred kind of tactics in combat?"
"Guerilla warfare and tactics similar to Blitzkrieg. I can't exactly fight a prolonged battle, so I prefer to hit the enemy hard and fast so they can't make it a prolonged battle." the HG replied without hesitation.
Prefers to practice Blitzkrieg and guerilla warfare on the field.
"Interesting. If that's all, I'll be going now." the ex-Volkspolizei Doll told her, standing up and turning to leave. "I'll be looking forward to working with you."
"You, too. Be careful not to get whacked while you're doing your little info-gathering thing." M1911 said, getting up as well. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find G36 and get new orders from her."
"Good luck with that."
Sparing one last glance at the temporary maid Doll she silently left the room to continue her little mission.
Tactical Doll M4A1
After eating lunch at Springfield's Café, M4A1 had promptly returned to the armory, where she'd left a transponder hooked up to the base's communications network, trying as hard as she could to contact her sisters, but to no avail.
"This is M4A1, if you can hear me, please respond!" she called out, only to hear static coming from the crate-mounted transponder. "Damn it, wrong channel."
Adjusting the radio signal in use, she set it to a specific frequency before trying to call out again.
"M16, come in, this is M4!" she pleaded, ready to swap frequencies again— only for the armory door to open and a familiar black-haired Doll walked into the room, stopping next to her as she watched her work.
"What're you doing?" Howa 64 asked softly, leaning against a stack of ammo crates.
"Trying to call my sisters, but I'm either using the wrong frequencies or they're not picking up." M4A1 replied with a groan, following through with her earlier train of thought and swapping the frequency again.
"Are you sure they haven't discarded their comms devices? Sangvis may have been tracking them that way."
"Makes sense..."
Tuning it yet again, she attempted to call out once more, only to fail to get a signal from the other AR Team members.
"Is there something you want to see me for?" she asked atter a moment, looking back at Howa 64 as she watched her movements.
"Yes. First of all, I wanted to let you know that I bear no ill will with you, and that nothing you could have done could have prevented our casualties." the Japanese AR told her with a sigh.
"Safeguard" again, huh?
"Secondly, you've been assigned to our squad until further notice." she finished. "Shikikan says it's so we can help train you to lead your team more efficiently, and that our teamwork during Operation Safeguard was rather efficient."
"Understood, Howa. Is the Commander organizing another combat mission?"
"No. There's other units searching for your sisters and he has leftover paperwork he's got to handle, anyways. As for you, he told me to tell you that you're free to talk to whoever you need to if you're lost or trying to familiarize yourself with the base."
"That's nice of him..."
Finally abandoning her transponder M4A1 stood up and closed it up, grabbing sone ammo for both her Imprint and the M9A1 AK-47 gave her before heading towards the door, passing by Howa 64 before stopping at the door.
"I'm going to practice with my pistol, want to join me...?" she asked without looking at her new squadmate.
"Um, sure." the Doll nodded, grabbing some ammo for her own two weapons before walking to M4A1 and stopping next to her.
Opening the door, she soon stepped through it and held it open for her ally, saying only one thing to her as she walked by.
"I look forward to working with you, Howa."
Eh, not my best (again,) but I broke schedule by three days or more, and with me working on GFL: ADL's third chapter, my attention's been split between this and ADL, so this'll eventually be updated with new and improved content.
About Germany's second reunification, I haven't seen all of the Germany events in-game so I don't have the exact date for the reunification and as a result, I improvised and made my own date for it. Also, I may or may not skip July 12 in the story, so I could get to some better stuff later on.
Anywho, I'll see you next chapter!