-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Agent Jackson Daniels, OIA

Fort Harling HQ, Interrogation room 4

The room was quiet, not a single sound emitted from the two figures seated across from each other at the steel table. On one side, there was Agent Jackson Daniels and on the other, Captain John Mitchell, leader of the infamous Basilisk team.

"So, Captain. You said earlier that your opponents where Mercenaries?", asked Daniels. The two men already sat for three straight hours in that room without a break.

"Kind of", replied Mitchell.

"Kind of? Captain, stop being so damn cryptic. Tell me what the fuck happened over there already. I'm here to help, here to find out what you went through and then initiate a retaliatory strike against the people which killed your guys. For gods sake Captain, Look at me!". In the three hours, Daniels didn't find out much besides the stuff that was already public knowledge.

Mitchell didn't budge, but rather glared at the empty water bottles on the steel table.

Daniels sighed in defeat. He tried everything humanly and legally possible to bring the Captain to talk, with no luck. His subordinates weren't any helps either. It's like they all have raised their guns against the OIA.

Well, technically the OIA is a really slimy and shadowy organization. None of the Soldiers really liked the OIA.

"I will talk". Daniels perked up at the sudden openness.

"Under one condition", added Mitchell.

"Of course Captain", replied Daniels as he readied his notebook.

"I want that you and your little organization investigate these Erusian guys we had on the operation", said Mitchell as he glared into the Agents brown eyes.

"But... why?", asked Daniels, his face turning into a confused one.

"I don't think that Osea has snuffed out all Erusian radicals. There are 100 percent still more of them roaming around and i'm pretty sure he's one of them".

Daniels began typing away on his Notebook, taking in all information Mitchell was giving him. "I will he on it the moment I finished this mess here. Is this okay for you?".

Mitchell nodded in confirmation, "Alright, what do you want to know?".

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Colonel D. McKinsey

Fort Harling HQ

"You're shitting me, right? Please tell me you're fucking kidding". McKinsey was livid, he just got information over the phone that Osea has decided to bring them, currently one of the most hated men in Osea.

"You really think bringing that Belkan Labcoat here is a wise decision? With all due respect but, are you out of your mind General?". The Belkan Labcoat being of course Doctor Shroeder, AKA the man responsible for the Drone mayhem that caused untold amount of damage to Oseas Military strike and defense power, including the death of Ex-President Harling.

McKinsey listened as General Shepherd spoke over the phone. His face showing that he everything but liked the stuff said on the other side.

"Wait wait wait! Hang on just a damn Second here. Not only do you want to bring Shroeder here but also who?".

McKinsey's face showed, the man was confused, learning new names each second of this phone call.

"No i haven't lived underneath a damned Rock I was unconscious for gods sake, now are you going to tell me who this Major Deanna McOnie is or what?".

After the brief explanation given by Shepard, McKinsey hung up the call and placed the phone back into place. Massaging his temples he groaned as a Mail popped up on his desktop.

"Shepherd you son of a bitch...", He muttered as he inspected the various blueprints and documents sent by the General. In front of of him where a set of blueprints for a very familiar structure. It's the same structure he saw on Tyler Island, it is smaller but the shape and the use is the same, they want to build a mass driver.

Suddenly the phone rang again. "Not a single second of peace for fucks sake".

McKinsey took the phone and held it to his ear. Some moments later his face turned from angry to confused and then worried. "Give me five minutes".

True to McKinsey's word, five minutes later he stood at the main gate next to the assigned marines guarding the Gate. Outside was a column of several Japanese vehicles. Three Humvees accompanied by a Cargo Truck.

"Not these fucks again". McKinsey sighed, shaking his head. A marine handed him a megaphone. McKinsey turned the device on and prepared to ask away, when suddenly the door of the lead Humvee opened and a Japanese Soldier stepped out. He walked up to the Gate and greeted the Marines in a broken english.

"Greetings Osean Soldiers", the Japanese man produced a piece of paper and began reading from it, "I am Lieutenant Igarashi and here to bring the F-4 Fighter Bomber back to our base at Alnus Hill". After finishing reading the soldier looked up again. It was clear by his posture and gestures that the young man was scared like hell.

"Give me that for a second", demanded the Osean clostest to the Japanese man. The latter handed the letter over with shaky hands.

The marine looked over the paper, reading its contents over and over again before handing it over to his buddy, who then walked up to McKinsey.

"Looks legit", McKinsey said out loud. "Alright Lieutenant, you stay here, we roll your fighter out here". Without waiting for a response McKinsey turned tail and went off again. The japanese Soldiers standing at their respective vehicles had baffled expressions plastered all over their faces.

The Lieutenant tried desperately to get McKinsey's attention but it was in vain. Either the Colonel didn't hear him or just plainly ignored him.

"We need our Pilots also back", said the Lieutenant to the Marine who took the paper from him.

"Look man, I have no say in this stuff. I'm just a Gate Keeper, if you have more stuff to talk about with the Base Commander, take it up with him", the Marine turned to one of his subordinates, "Stevro, escort the Lieutenant to McKinsey's office", he ordered. The other marine saluted and then gestured for the Lieutenant to follow him.

Looking back to the other Japanese Soldiers, the Lieutenant reluctantly followed the Osean into the Base. Once inside, the Japanese Soldiers had no view of their comrade as the Oseans closed the Gate.

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Itallica, Osea/Erusia Forward Operating Base

Sergeant Kelly Brooks

"This is Assassin, we're all spent. RTB".

"Roger that, thanks!", Kelly called while waving up to the Little Birds as the Helicopters flew off.

As soon as they where out of sight Kelly turned to his Marines. "Sitrep, give me something", ordered Kelly.

"We lost two out of the four fuel tanks in the north-east. At least 14 men injured, one K.I.A. and two M.I.A.".

"Shit... we lost one. Who was it?", asked Kelly, his expression grim.

"It was Turner, sir. He saved a local from a hail of arrows, became a human pin cushion instead of that Kid he saved".

Kelly shook his head. "Does anybody know when we get that base commander here? I'm tired of acting like the one in charge here".

The only response Kelly got where shrugs. "Alright", Kelly sighed, "Dominic, you call the base and tell them to send these fucking Tanks already. Peterson, you rally up with your squad and Jean from the Rusi battalion and start patrolling the walls on any damages and dead-check these bodies outside there. And tell Jean to take some of his men too".

With the orders received, the Marines saluted and went on after their duties.

As the stress finally caught up to him, Kelly kneeled onto the ground and dropped his helmet onto the ground. "Fuckin hell... I need a vacation", he muttered to himself, thinking that no one is listening. To his shock and surprise, he felt a hand on his shoulder, "No worries soldier, you'll get your vacation soon enough".

Kelly looked up to identify the voice. Instead his eyes widened in horror as he had barely time to react when he saw the grip of a Pistol smack against his forehead.

-Retaliation-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Agent Jackson Daniels, OIA

Fort Harling HQ, Interrogation room 4

"That bus they put us in gave us little to no cover at all. Windows could have been shattered by a baseball, the thin aluminum covering the exterior couldn't even hold of shrapnel".

Agent Jackson noted Mitchell's statement on a notebook while the whole conversation was also recorded by three individual voice recorders.

"Anyways, we managed to get through that ambush mostly unscathed. One OIA and one Erusian operative where K.I.A. in that ambush". Jackson's face twisted slightly as the death of an OIA agent was mentioned, but kept silent and let Mitchell continue. "We unanimously voted for leaving Japan then and there, unanimously in the sense of all of our contingent. The Japs wanted us to stay for some reason".

Jackson looked up at Mitchell, rising an eyebrow, "They wanted you to stay... after y'all just went through that Ambush?", he repeated, letting the sentence sink in.

"Yeah, anyways. We drove along the Highway until we ran out of gas. For some fucked up reason their secret service coincidentally pulled up like the moment the motor stalled".

Jackson looked at Mitchell skeptically. "Captain, your story does not make any sense at all. Either that, or the Japs tried really hard to get y'all killed and the guys from this world captured".

Mitchell looked at the Table and fiddled with his fingers, "I don't want to believe it, but i think we might find ourselves sooner than later in a war again", stated Mitchell. Jackson's expression was grim as he came to the same conclusion.

"You might be right Captain", replied Jackson.

-The Hostages-

Falmart Calendar, 1291

Special Operations forces "Specter" Leader, Specter-1-Actual

Sadera, Akoshu, outskirts of the Imperial Capital

"Specter-6, there are three guys on the window, second deck".

"Copy Actual, I got it covered".

"All stations, once Specter-3 turns around we open fire. On my mark".

Specter-3, being the only one able to understand and fluently speak Latin, was selected to talk to the head of the Bessara crime family.

The Osean Special Ops team had made themselves a name in the Akoshu district, because they had provided the locals with charitable acts. Now the crime families, feeling their influence endangered, the biggest and most powerful of them, the Bessara Family, volunteered to take out these foreigners. Little did they know what shit storm they where getting themselves into.

Fast forward to the current day, the Oseans prepared an ambush, planing to take out the head of the Family and a big portion of their troops in one foul swoop.

Even though Specter-team was outnumbered, they sure as hell weren't outgunned. Boasting a number of modern weapon systems like the ever loved HK-416 and its bigger brother the HK-417. Pump-action and semi automatic Shotguns where also very popular amongst them. Their Marksman, Specter-6 rocked either a M-40A6 or the big boy, the M-82. But since they decided, anti-Personnel weapons wouldn't cut it, they had a bunch of M203's and M320's, AT-4 rocket launchers, a Laser-Target designator and of course the feared FIM-92 Stinger anti-Aircraft Missile launcher.

Their mission was simple, establish a foothold in the Akoshu district with free sight on the Capital. Once that is done, they would gather any and all intelligence from the locals they could find about the civilians kidnapped by the Imperial forces.

Specter-1 was about to give the signal to his team to engage the crime family, when his Sniper suddenly came over the radio.

"Specter-1, Civilians in the AO".

Specter-1 immediately pointed his silenced rifle downward and removed his finger from the Trigger. Seconds later indeed, three innocent looking men approached the target building. Specter-1 hailed Specter-3 to five him a situation report but specter-3 just gave the sign to begin shooting already, over and over again.

Specter-6, peering through his scope watched the three men as they approached his comrade and the Bessara member talking to Specter-3, noticed something odd about the three men. They looked just like your normal Askoshu citizen, wearing robes of various colors. The one thing that stood out about these guys was that they where clean. Clean in the sense of they looked to clean to be a Akoshu Citizen. Their robes where also looking in peek condition.

"Actual, this is 6, there is something fishy about these guys".

Specter-1 replied in a sarcastic yet cautious tone. "You think? Look at the guy on the right. Look at his feet".

Specter-6 moved his scope so that he had a clear view of the most right guy. The man was wearing combat boots, this wasn't the most confusing thing he saw on him. He also noticed a black object spoking below his robe. Then he recognized it. "Boss these guys are definitely from the other gate. I see guns on them".

"Shit", replied Specter-1, "All stations fall back, you to 3, get your ass back here".

A/N:

Alright, right of the bat, i'm sorry for not updating this story sooner, i admit, i have no excuse for not doing so here please accept my apology. Nothing else to say really

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