Chapter 40: The Wolfpack
It was always easier to defend than to attack. Bulma would have wasted months with Gohan to have him infiltrate the Military Police and extract whatever little secret the Royal Government was helding. Bulma would have wasted months for her defaming campaign on the King, the Military Police and the Loyalists to snuff out the already frangible trust of the mass to their overlords. Bulma would have wasted months for her 'son' promotion campaign, which admittedly had already shown possitive result before her Wolfpack even bother to lift a finger to help, the populace were developing this sort of cult of personality for Gohan, many of them donned the white headbands resembled to Gohan- a newly fashion trend.
But, then, while she was having a trouble sleeping, Rod Reiss had tossed her a soft pillow. His upcoming synchronized attacks on the Wolfpack and the Survey Corps would be his own downfall. If Rod attack Bulma on his planned time, he would die; if he attack her sooner, he would die; if he attack her latter; he would die; if he had never caught wind of her plan and never decide to attack neither the Scouts nor the Wolfpack, he would also die. It was a lose-lose situation for Rod Reiss, and win-win for Bulma, whatever the dirt the Royal Government was trying to throw on Gohan's reputation, it was never going to work, the mass may had always hate her face but they all owed Gohan their lives.
Thought the She-Wolf was confident of her victory, there was some mystery that needed to be solved. Yamcha always collasped and sobbed every time he saw Ingham's body, Bulma had to have him buried in his absent. Ingham had never been a Ki user, but he had always been a master martial artist, a highly skilled assassin, the people that could defeat him were few and all were on her side, so who could have manage to kill him? His autopsy indicated that the young man stabbed in the heart, which was nigh-impossible to deliver such strike onto a man of Ingham's prowess, unless he was taken by surprise, they jumped him .However, taking Jonathan by surprise was no easy task either, Jonathan was always careful, he could not sense Ki but his awareness had been top-notch for non-Ki user, Yamcha had once tried to ambush him in one of their training and missed. Unless, it had been someone he trusted, who had approached him and dove the knife into his heart when had his guard down, a Wolf.
Bulma squinted and scanned the Betas who were setting up the defense. They were splitted up in small groups, putting on sandbags on the balconies both outside and inside the castle, placing barricades on the outer fences and courtyards. The Wolves load-out were automatic rifles and sub-machine guns. Everyone of their faces showed eagerness and wariness for the upcoming battle, many of them had been waiting for years to spill some MP blood, some of them had feared this day would come, and atleast one of them was working with the enemy.
"Charges are set!" Yamcha startled her. The man looked tactical,with full black covert operation suit, Kevlar vest, ammo pouch with 5.56mm magazines, a bangalore of four 40mm grenades attached on his left forearm, and M4 carbine with grenade launcher. "Hope our friends ready!"
"They must better be." Remarked Bulma. "Hol' up, were you referring to Ross or the Scouts?"
"Both. They won't know what is coming for them." Answered Yamcha, he then stopped for a moment the shifted to some Betas carrying Browning Machine Guns. "Hey, I want those MGs on the second floor windows, get to it." And shifted his attention to the East and saw the sun had risen, and he also sense his foes. "They're here!"
"Time to evacuate our guests."
"And your own ass."
Bulma sprinted to the stable, where the stabblehands had been evacuated from hours earlier, along with many Castle Jutnar non-combattant personnel. She opened the door and saw who inside it. Gohan, Petra and Carla were still chatting.
"Be safe here while many of my comrades die in my stead? Be safe here while the 'old' King massacre his people? Be safe here while you, the 'new' king, go out there risking your reign before it even started? I'm fighting, that be the end of it." Petra argued with Gohan, pressing her index finger on his chest, Bulma had ordered her to stayed last night after their battle plan was discussed.
"You'll be risking your comrades' live if you go out, Miss Rall." Bulma stepped in.
"How will I?" Petra gawked at her 'mother-in-law'. "The Alpha trained me, I'm one of the best scouts before that, I'm much capable as the other!"
"Yes, and Gohan cares about you, it cloud his judgement. You'll doom your King to fail save others by making his sole purpose is your well-being. Your best option is to stay safe in the Bunker, so our King can secure his mind on protecting other people. I can't have him looking over his shoulder to see if you okay while he is combatting a battalion of Armed to the teeth Military Police." Bulma glared at Petra, there was audible frustration in her voice as she talked senses to her.
"Is that true?" Petra locked her widened eyes on Gohan.
"I... didn't dare to tell you...that." Gohan's face didn't shift when Petra slapped him.
"Petra, listen to the Lady, none of us like her but she's right. I can imagine that Eren and Mikasa are worrying sick about me out there." Carla held Petra hand and reigned her in. "Right now, the only way we can help is stay safe, so our loved-ones can focus on what they're doing. Without our safety preoccupy their minds, that they can focus on staying alive."
Bulma walked to the trapdoor and uttered "Open" before she open the hatch. "Gohan, they'll be safe with me. The Scouts at the HQ are outgunned, they need you." She threw him a capsule, Gohan catched it. "Hope you know how to ride. Miss Rall, I need you to help me bring Carla down here."
Petra sighed and relented, she pushed Carla to the hatch, lifted the wheelchair and cautiously lowered it and Carla to Bulma who was already inside the elevator. It was when Bulma caught Carla and her wheelchair and Carla was safely landed on the elevator's floor, and Petra soon followed, Gohan left the barn.
Gohan fixed the scabard on his back for the last time, the harness of said scabbard got loose quite often, either that or he had never used to wielding the Power Pole. Yamcha had handed him the staff on their way back to the Castle on the previous night. Gohan couldn't remember the last time he had seen father use it, when his power lever and that of the fellow Z fighters had gone above thousands, the need of weapons like the Power Pole were no longer existed. Trunks' sword had been useful when the time traveler made a quick work of Frieza and his father, just to be rendered useless when he handled the androids.
The Staff existence in this dimension was purely coincidental ,it was in Yamcha's inventory after their first encounter with Trunk, not that his father would need it, but neither did Yamcha, or so he had once thought. When Bojack arrived, only a bit shortly after Gohan's disapparance, Yamcha had pack everything he had seen to his pack, whick the scabbard got entangled to, and Yamcha had not bothered to remove it. Had Yamcha removed the entangled Power Pole of his backpack, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to fend of the MP that had been sent to kill him and Bulma and Jonathan back in the days.
His current outfit was also something worth metioning, as it was as out of place as his weapon. Within Bulma's capsule stash, a container filled with half a dozen Saiyan Armor was shown to Gohan, Bulma was generous enough to lend him one. One can't be too careful, Gohan's power level could turn his body bulletproof, then again Bulma had invested so much for Gohan to become King to risk a bullet pierce his skin, no matter how unlikely that was. He now look not really unlike the time he trained with his dad in the Time Chamber.
"Enemy ETA is 30 seconds." Bellowed Yamcha as the Wolfpack took their position on the fences around the Castle, Gohan could sense the hostiles in every direction. "Hell, that suit actually looks good on you, Your Grace. And the Pole, we both know you won't be needing that for long." Yamcha was the first, if the only Wolf noticed Gohan
"Anything you need to warn me about?" Gohan popped the capsule and threw it, the capsule combusted to wall of white smoke before revealed a motorcycle.
"Bulma made some enhancement to their equipment ,too. Try and figure that out. So do expect repeaters and grenades in their ODMs." Yamcha casually explained to Gohan until he lost his cool when he saw the bike. "Oh, fuck me gentle! That's my bike!"
Gohan gawked at his fellow Fighter in reaction to the revelation. To be fair, Yamcha had never once used the bike after its purchase, he had too little need for the bike since could himself fly and had had a flying car, and he lost his power here he had too little chance to ride the motorbike. But it was still his, and he had the right reason to be pissed at Bulma for giving Gohan his bike without consulting him.
"So this my first decree then. All that I see is mine, what is thine shall be mine." Couldn't waste his precious time to reason with Yamcha, his friends needed him, he ignited the bike and reved the engine. A trail of smoke followed the bike as it gain distance from Yamcha. "See ya!"
"YOU INSOLENCE MONKEY SPAWN LITTLE SHIT!" Yamcha screamed at the top of his lung as he witnessed Gohan rode HIS bike pass the castle's outer gate.
"I can explain!" Bulma voice in the comm irritated the already irritated Yamcha.
"I don't think you can." Retorted Yamcha, he still aiming his gun at the wall of trees before him. "That my bike. And the kid has never learned to ride one."
"The boy learns quick. So, has he left?" Bulma siezed her opportunity to change the subject.
Yamcha arched out his Ki sensing as he let out a audible sigh, the Monkey Boy's Ki had gain some distance from the castle, pursued by couples of unidentified hostiles'. Yamcha could only wish that the Champion would not crash his bike too early. The myriad energies of the incoming enemy that did not join the pursuit remain motionless, contradicting their previous approach.
"Weird!"
"What's wrong?" Yamcha smirked when he could hear concern in Bulma's question, he would love to see the reaction of Petra and Carla down the bunker when they saw it.
" Well, for your information, Gohan left. Couples of our 'friends' give chase, not that they'd be a problem." Yamcha carefully inspected his rifle, making sure that he had chambered a round. "The rest of them just standing there, menacingly."
"Sons of bitches are changing their plan. Papa Wolf, if they turn their back and go full force to Gohan, I want you to lead the Pack to their rear."
"That seems to be the case." Yamcha exited from his cover, grabbed on a reelbar of fence and prepared to vault pass it, he came to a halt when he sensed the MPs move toward him. "No, they're coming."
"Oh right, Wolves, what do you know of a Wolfpack? The Alphas are the parent and the Betas are the cubs." Yamcha gave his surrounding Wolves a quick prep speech, he felt it was the neccesarity to let his men know what they were fighting for, if they hadn't already. "We're a family, these fuckers killed John, they've killed one of us, one of your brothers. And they are here to finish the job, the finish us. Are we going to let them?"
"NO!" Yamcha didn't know what gave him the hype more, the sound of the Scouts pledging fealty to Gohan last night or the synchronized answer of his Betas.
"For John!"
"We, the Wolfpack!"
"WE HUNT TOGETHER!"
"Hermann, let those pieces of human shit know what well placed Semtex can do!" Ordered Yamcha, his long haired Top Beta gave him a thumb before he took out a detonator and squeezed it.
Nothing happened. There should have a ring of fire- and smoke circle the castle when Gleaves trigger the explosive. And the MPs revealed themselves, riflemen of the First Interior Squad, numbered in hundred were in the front of the attacking force, the went prone and fired.
Bullets made impact with the sandbags and barricades and wheezed over the Wolves' heads as they took cover, their Phase 1 didn't go as they had planned.
"Mr Gleaves, where's the Kaboom? Do you even know how to use that thing?" Yamcha moved behind the sandbags toward Hermann Gleaves, who still frantically squeezing the detonator.
"I don't understand! We placed those Semtex like you've instructed us." Gleaves became frustratingly violent to the trigger.
"Give me that! God mother fucking damn it! RETURN FIRE!" Yamcha yanked the trigger from Gleaves and yelled out order when he noticed the firing was way to one-sided. He checked the light on the detonator, it was green, he squeezed it, no explosion happened. "Hermann, are the lights on the Semtex..."
"It's... they're all green like the trigger." Gleaves answered before Yamcha even formed a question. "Can it be something wrong with the transmission?"
"No, I've done it before with even longer range!" Yamcha recalled Stohess when the Pack apprehended Annie. There must be another problem, Bulma must not better be confuse the red lights with green lights. "Get your ass inside, hold your fire till we fall back."
"Can't be that bad right?" Gleaves grabbed his Sten SMG, ducking and running to the mansion. Yamcha stood up and fired his rifle, painted red on any MP he had his iron sigh on, covering his Top Beta retreat. The sheer fire rate of the Wolfpack's automatic weapons trumped the semi-autos and single shots of the MPs, half of the enemy riflemen were already lying dead on the ground and the other half were starting to fall back, lying alive on the ground.
But the Wolfpack were not immune to casualty, several of brothers and sisters of the Pack lied motionless behind their covers, with puddles of blood soaking the dirt around them.
"MORE DAKKA !" Yamcha reloaded his M4 carbine and sprayed its ammo toward the retreating MPs, not neglecting his subordinates to do the same. And they did the same.
"Yamcha, what the fuck is happening up there? The motion sensor is haywire. The explosives shouldn't let me have any reading." The comm came up again, Bulma voice was mildly muffled by the gunshots.
"You gave me a shitty batch!" Spat Yamcha, he switched position, and fired at another group of retreating MPs. "It didn't go off!"
"Can't be, it was the finest! I would have discard that batch if the explosives were faulty."
"Well it didn't work when Gleaves push the trigger." retorted Yamcha. He was expecting his ex-girlfriend to give him a better explaination when blood splatered his face. Half of a Beta head was blown away next to him, and another, and another, and he ducked when the next projectile came at him.
Only half the number of the riflemen that were sent in the first wave, a group of 50 Anti Personnel soldiers charged at the Castle, using their cables to close in on the Wolfpack's positon with a faster speed than their foot soldier. They were equiped with their standard Handcanons and some of them were wielding belt-fed machine pistols- the upgrade that Bulma had supplied her enemy. The ODM Gear turbines burst out gas and their attached weapon spat out bullets, felling a significant number of the Wolfpack Security Personnel and plunging the Interior Police forward.
BOOM! A cloud of smoke, fire and gore materialized where five of the MPs had been, along with it a thunderous noise. The ODMed MPs scattered and hid behind the fence, though they had taken by surprise by Yamcha, they had closed the gap to Castle Jutnar. Many of them blind-fired their weapons, the technique was inaccurate, but was able to force the Wolfpack to fall back to the trenches.
"Bulma, what the shit? Chain gun? You gave them chain guns?" Yamcha howled into his neck radio, frowning upon Bulma's accidental aid to the enemy.
"Oh, c'mon, don't be such a bitch. It's our end to their bargain." Said Bulma, chastising Yamcha for his whining. "I agreed to up their gears, it has to look believable."
Yamcha grunted and got off his cover, he aimed and sprayed his rifle, 7 hostiles fell before he ducked down the trench.
"Believable doesn't mean it has to work! Bulma, your invention is fucking us up."
"Fret not! You think I've never came to think of this scenerior." Bulma made sure Yamcha heard she cracked her head. "I put in the design some …. surprise mechanic!"
"You're not EA, Bulma!" Yamcha balked at the radio, he turned it off, the Alpha was too disappointed at his partner, she was not smart as she think she was.
Yamcha launched another grenade at the mass of the incoming Interior Police, severed body parts scattered on their living comrades. A quarter of the attacking forces retreated, bursting their gas toward the Wolves. The Pack took this window and fired at the MPs' backs, but took a reasonable amount of casualty when they got hit by the ones who weren't retreating. Yamcha added 10 more to his kill counts before reloading. Bloodlusted, the Alpha leaped out from the trench, he crouched and fired, he laughed manically when he noticed the MPs were running thin.
Objects flew to his position , they were too slow to be bullets, he turned pale when he realised what those things were, potato smasher,not the utensils but grenades. He couldn't really berate Bulma for these since these were the upgrade he aware of.
"Hit the deck!" Yamcha dived head-first back into the trench, but then he had to crawled out again-to the castle this time, the grenades landed right into the trenches. "Disregard! Fall back! Fall back!" How the hell could he know that these primitive screwheads could use stick grenades so coordinately.
Life forces of his Betas faded behind him, he could only sense thirteen of his Betas followed him to the mansion. Maybe the situation was more positive on Bury's side? No. He reached out his Ki sensing, Bury was leading a group of battered 20 men and women to the back entrance of the mansion.
" MGs, what the fuck you're waiting for?"
"Oh, shit. Fire, fire,fire." Ordered Gleaves, the machine gun nests on the second and third floor opened fire upon the MPs, riflemen and Anti Personel ODM users turned into Swiss chesse when they tried to pursue the Alpha.
The mansion main door bashed open when Yamcha rushed inside and almost tripped due to the momentum when he rotated and rushed to close the door, just as the last Beta of his squadron entered the mansion.
"I WANT DAMAGE REPORT!" Asked Yamcha, in a voice that rivaled an erupting volcano.
"We lost too many, sir!" Bury limped toward Yamcha, also carrying another Limping Beta. "It's easier to count who we still has left."
The Papa Wolf got on his knees, he tiredly closed his eyes and focus his Ki sensing ability on the building, the signature Ki of the surviving Wolves were all inside the mansion, seventy-six, that what he had left, 122 of troops he invested so many time and money to train had died. He had assume this would be in the park for him but it didn't, he had underestimated his foe and his force had been cornered in the very building he had spent the past 15 years raising and defending.
"Bulma, what's the sitrep on our Scouts?" He turned on the radio, atleast the other theater of war had to be more promising.
"Bulma, what's the sitrep on our Scouts?"
Petra and Carla were dumbfounded at the question, not that the previous ones had been any less overwhelming, the culture shock when they went underground, the unpleasant combat report overground, now they could not possibly know how the Lady could the Lady had any access on the how the Scouts were faring against the attack on their site. They stared at the Lady, who sat in front of the big blue screen that they had no idea what it was.
"My Lady," Carla called out to Bulma, paused for a second then decide to address the Lady by her own name. "Bulma," The Lady noticed this, and pivoted her chair to face her. "How'd you do that?"
"Riiiiight!" Bulma turned to the computer again, speaking to the microphone, answering both Yamcha and Carla's question. "Papa Wolf, make sure the mansion holds. That's what keeping all of our comms work. We'll lose all reception if it dies."
"Oh god damn it! I thought the Scouters don't have that problem?" The speakers relayed Yamcha voices, making the two guests to resume to staring at it with fascination like they had the first time.
"They can reach eachother just fine, but they need the mansion if they want to connect to the Bunker." Bulma smashed the button on the Keyboard, letters of a language the two Eldians couldn't understand appeared on the screen, and through a series of button smashing, the text disapeared. "Hello? Is anyone there? Do you copy?"
Bulma leaned to the mic and greeted the other end, which resulted in a series of reaction from various people.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Ahhhhh"
"The fuck?"
"What sorcery is this?"
"Rarrrgh."
"I do expect that kind of reaction. This is Winters. Sorry not to tell you that the Scouters have other functions." Smirked Bulma, amazed by the fact that none of them busted the Scouters in their startled state.
"Lady Winters?" puzzled six different people simultaneously, the Lady couldn't help but noticing something wasn't right.
"Wait, are you idiots using all six Scouters?" Just earlier, she had berated Yamcha for failing to keep his cool, now she became a hypocrite by following him.
"My lady, you gave us the devices to make up to our lack of Ki Sensing." The Bunker could hear Erwin's reply clearly. "We're utilizing them."
"I was dead serious when I tell you-"Said Bulma.
"Bulma, Bulma ,Bulma." Carla tried to interrupt Bulma.
"-that I can't literally make more of those. If any of them breaks or god forbid all, you can't see..."
"Bulma!" Carla had to raised her voice to get Bulma's attention. "Have you forgotten why you call them?"
"What the situation on your side?" Bulma swiftly corrected herself and got back to the main topic.
"We're taking heavy casualty, the enemy had breached the HQ ." Reported Erwin, then he interupted himself when he appearantly gave an order to his soldiers. "7th squad! Distract those at Southern Entry so the 5th can hit them in the rear!." Then he rejoined the conversation. "I have lost track of Levi and his squad." Petra rushed to the computer when she heard this segment. "How things are handled on yours?"
"We have everything under control." Lied Bulma.
"Like hell you do!" Petra called Bulma out, and receive a push from the Lady.
"Soon they'll have to divert some of their men from your position to ours. Don't let up!" Bulma continued to lie, and quickly she covered Petra's mouth.
"Stop fucking lying!" The blue haired woman wince when Petra's muffled voice was still audible. She prayed to her green god back home and what ever deity that existed in this world that Erwin hadn't heard her.
"I assume they haven't used any weapons that are too out of the ordinary for you?" Bulma put her index on her mouth, signaling Petra to be quiet. "I'd upgraded their gears in the past, but those are in limited quatity, they must reserve all their finest for us."
"They have explosive sticks and pistols attached to their ODM Gears." Answering Erwin, Bulma heard sword clashing, gunfire and gas in the background, he was fighting. Amidst the gunfire ,rapid-fire gunshots were audible. "The repeater pistols claimed more of my men than the big bullets ones."
"They mass product them? How?" Bulma slammed her palms on the keyboard in disbelief, the idea of the Royal Government being able to reverse-engineer her designs had never once crossed her mind.
"You arrogant idiot!" Said Petra, surprisingly, she knew what the Lady was thinking about. "We can craft the ODM Gears, make steamboats, make compressed gas pumpers. And you thought we could never study your equipment, what were you fucking thinking?"
Bulma fumed with rage in reaction to Petra, how dare she spoke to her like that. The Lady had agreed to shelter this impudent reconnaissance troop and the insufferable cripple when Gohan had asked her, yet the ingrate dared to insult her intelligence. It could not be her fault that she overlooked the possibility that the enemy could mimic her invention and mass product it against her. But, did she really overlooked it? No, she didn't neglect to foresee the possibility, she ignored it due to her arrogance. She had been considering the Eldians as nothing more than a band of backward, unsophisticated sub-humans despite the fact of some of their engineering progresses. Her knowledge on the innovation ban of the Royal Government had given her a false assumption on their mechanical skills, and failed to realize that the Royal Family didn't have to neccesarily impose that law on themselves. Her arrogance had made her pay a steep price, and now it was compromising her plan. And it had a high probability to snuff out her every hope of returning to her universe. She could only count on one card.
"Commander, hold your ground, Goha... The King is coming to aid you. The reinforcement. Your salvation is at hand. Make sure that you don't give up." Bulma no longer bother to keep calm, she lether hands and her voice shook as she contact Erwin. "His hegemony starts today."
Gohan dodged another high caliber without the need of looking at it, he had never ride a bike before, but he had watched many riden them with his own eyes and via television, and handling the ODM Gears and riding nimbus provided him with adequate aptitude to manage Yamcha's bike. He ought to have loose his pursuers a long time ago yet the density of the trees prevented him from reaching the bike maximum speed or any speed that allow him to gain great distance from the MPs. So he had to continously weaved his bike and ducked so no bullets could hit him nor the bike.
He had speculated that the MPs would detach a huge portion of their troops to chase him, and that he would somehow relief some tension off Castle Jutnar, he was wrong. The MPs that were following him were only four, they had initially tailed him on horseback but soon later got off their mounts and used their ODM Gears which propellers were faster. The ODM Gears had not given a single sign of being low on fuel, they must have reserved their newest equipment to target him. The bike had taken the Interior Troop by surprise when they first saw it, and its maneuverability were getting on they nerve as they missed every shot.
"You can't dodge forever, Usurper!" A female MP fired both her pistols, she aimed at the road before Gohan, caculating that by the time she shoot ,Gohan would enter the trajectory.
"Oh, aren't you good?" In a heartbeat, Gohan clutched the brake, his foot grinded on the dirt so the bike wouldn't fall over, the Power Pole was out of its sheath and in the MP's way. The MP could only let out a loud yelp before crashing her ribs into the Pole and hit the dirt. As it turned out, Gohan had grew tired of failing to cut them loose before they grew tire of missing Gohan.
The momentum didn't allowed the remaining three to stop, they had to go further ahead of their mark before they could brake their ODM Gears. They pivoted, hung themselves on the tree branches with the cables and aimed their guns on the Monkey Boy, and gunshots echoed the forest they were in. All three of them fell onto the ground, piling on each other after Gohan lengthened the Power Pole and swiped .
Gohan pedaled the bike starter, it took him three times doing so to start the vehicle. He twisted the accelerator and the bike carried him out of the forest and headed South to where Wall Rose was. The Wall inner gate must better be wide open for its hegemon.
The First Interior Squad launch their third wave when the machine guns were reloading, they could never have a better window of opportunity. The MPs attached their hooks next to the windows and reeled themselves up, aiming their weapons to those direction and holes formed in their bodies when the Wolves shot them. Yamcha could have easily had his men stationed at those entry points to pin his enemy outside, but he figured the he should give them a false sense of security first. The Alpha had paid dearly for underestimating them, he decided not to repeat the same mistake. The First Interior Squad were intelligent people, they would never charge mindlessly at his men automatic line of fire, they would take cover and it would be a hard time dispatching them.
And about having the Wolves fire at the MPs from the windows, he had that covered, with one wave of his hand, the Beta took cover at the windows, mounted their guns on the stools and sprayed bullets onto the enemy down below. Yamcha smirked when he sensed the Ki of the MPs, they were only half the strength of they were before, the odds were even now.
The MGs were fully load, and resumed suppressed the Military Police in the trenches. Few police were brave enough to lift their heads up to return fire, fewer of them succeeded ,and fewer got down to the ditch alive.
"I thought we're done for, Alpha!" Exclaimed Bury as he reloaded his M14 rifle.
"I'm not the Alpha if I couldn't recover from my misstep." Said Yamcha, he reload his rifle, and loaded a 40mm to his laucher. "Bury get a section out there and finish these fuckers off while they're pinned." He aimed the underbarrel launcher at a segment of the trenches. "Forty mike mike up!"
Thoomp. The moment he fired his grenade he heard multiple explosion: one of his grenade killing twelve MPs, and a dozen other from the grenades that the MPs threw into the windows. Killing some Wolves and rendered the Alpha disoriented and tripped.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
KABOOM.
The Apha head rang, he could not even think straight nor could he see things right. A blurred silhouette of white arm-banded Betas fell as muffled gunshots sounded and blood had splattered from their torso. He grunted when his hearing and sight returned to normal because the first thing he saw was a MP soldier pointing both of her belt-fed machine pistols to his head.
Click. The guns jammed. As his assault rifle was dropped to far away when he fell, so Yamcha unholstered his M1911 pistol and took the soldier down with a Mozambique Drill- an alternation of the technique rather, as one of the two body shots was in the neck. So the pistols' unreliability was the surprise mechanic you've mention earlier, Bulma? Yamcha glanced at the corpses of his comrades. Great timing.
He slew two MPs that were in the same room with him, and he reloaded his pistol. He grabbed his rifle and exited the room, a MP vaulted through the window behind which he turned and shot at, the soldier's Ki faded when he plummeted. Yamcha heard more clicks in his front, he turned, a machine pistol aimed at in, the Soldier wielding it cursed when the gun didn't work so he raised his other one. Yamcha charge at the man, disarmed the soldier with the butt of his rifle and fired point-blank, click, his rifle didn't jam, but it was empty; Yamcha pulled out his pistol, the MP countered by grabbing his wrist, Yamcha headbutted him, and as the MP was stunt by the strike, Yamcha put a hole on his head. Yamcha reloaded his rifle, sighed at the fact that this new mag was the last mag. He scanned his surrounding, in the second floor, many Wolves were engaging in hand-to-hand combats with the MPs, be it inside the chambers or the hallways. He cocked his M4 carbine, switched to singe-fire, raised it and gradually spun 360 degree, taking down everyone of the MPs that caught into his sight.
"How the machine guns fare?" He cried out to anyone could hear it. "Check them, we use what we have."
Yamcha startled when he heard gunshots near him, an enemy fell lifelessly to the floor and slided on the steps to the first floor, where gunshots could still be heard.
"Sir, they've overran the first floor." It was Gleaves who killed the MP before he could jump Yamcha.
"You stay and make sure they won't do it to the second and third." Ordered Yamch before he headed downstair.
"Yes sir."
Yamcha trod cautiously down the steps switching his aim at every unobstructed direction, and shot every single Military Police he saw. It was chaos at the fist floor, riflemen and ODM soldiers of the Military Police were engaging his Wolves with no sensical combatant techniques, they fought hand-to-hand, traded gunshots, it was nothing out of the ordinary if Yamcha hadn't noticed some Wolves stood shoulders to shoulders with MPs, they were fighting the opposite uniformed force not turned cloaks, it just that they were too hyper focused that they didn't notice the enemies beside them.
He grabbed a barrel of a rifle that revealed itself behind the stair, the trooper wielding the weapon was jerked upward when he pulled , he punched the Interior with the nose of his pistol. He sensed additional hostile energy sources were behind that soldier, so he wrestled the second one ,used him as a shield and put bullets to the remainders' torsos. Yamcha swapped to his AR and finish off the two he had wrestled.
Yamcha turned his safety to Auto and sprayed at the MPs that were unaware of the Wolves who stood next to them mentioned earlier. The Wolves just gawk at those corpses, they face went pale as now they realized the enemies were standing next to them.
"Where's Peter?" Yamcha asked for Bury.
"Alpha, he just goes out earlier with five of ours, they haven't returned since." Answered Donitz as he gave suppressing-fire upon a trio of MPs.
"Move your asses to the library, now!" the Alpha couldn't worry for his Top Beta now, he had to preserve what was left of his personnel. He load another forty mike mike to his grenade launcher and launched it to the suppressed Military Police. Debris and dust blinded the Wolves visions as the nade exploded, Yamcha then opened fire, covering his men regrouping.
Yamcha crouched and walked backward as he sensed his men hightailed behind him, most of them entered the library, only five and Donitz stayed with him to cover their comrades. His M4 went out of ammo just in time one of the six Betas that stayed with him took a shot in the head. Erich Donitz was out of ammo also, so he picked up a M1 Garand from a dead MP and tossed it to Yamcha, and picked a Sten SMG for himself when he looted his fallen comrade, and got shot in the neck.
"Erich!" Bellowed a distraught Yamcha, his Beta Donitz held his throat gargling as he knelt, choking on his on blood.
Yamcha held his breath, tried to shake away his grief, he aimed the Garand, he made his shot counts. One, then two MPs died from his rifle, then three ,then four, then five and Ping.
"Proceed to the library!" Yamcha whipped out his pistol and tackled an incoming soldier, he emptied his mag into other 2 MPs before he landed. He reloaded, dodged a bullet and swiped a leg of one MP that got to close and piled her on the MP he just tackled and burst both their heads with one bullet.
"Ethical Mathematics dictates that when the oval learned impertinent, it got beaten till it swollen up into the circle." Smirked Yamcha before grabbing an ODM soldier when he tried to rush him, the MP had to go for a close quarter , it must had been his pistols malfunctioning. Yamcha meant to use the MP as a shield until his Colt 45 dry out, and commandeer the ODM on himself. But a blast push Yamcha forward, with loud noise deafened everyone inside the mansion. Disoriented once again, the Z Fighter couldn't notice the rumbling of the building as he crawled to the main door. He shook his head, he leaned on the door and gasped when he acknowledged the ground was shaking, he jolted outside, barely escaped when the building colapse, but the shockwave knock him out and a debris still managed to crush him.
"Papa Wolf, this is the Bunker, do you read me? Yamcha, Yamcha, do you read me? Respond, god damns it!" Bulma tried to reach Yamcha's comm but she receive no feedback, nor any feed at all, all except static emitted from the speaker.
Petra and Carla nervously eyed each other for advice, but they were as clueless to Bulma. Lady Winter had mentioned about the signal magnifier in the mansion, or rather it was the mansion itself. And Bulma was unable to contact Yamcha, even the distance from the Bunker to the Castle's ground was not as great. There was only thing they weren't clueless about, was that the mansion had fallen, and by extension Castle Jutnar.
"Not again! It's all like the Saiyans all over again!" Bulma covered her face, she collapsed onto the desk.
"My Lady?" Concerned Petra.
"The mansion's 86'd"
"86'd?" Puzzled Petra. The next thing she saw was the lady type something on the keyboard.
"Computer, initiate lockdown!" She spoke to the mic. "Authorization code. Brief. Uniform. Lima. Mike. Alpha."
"Initiating Lockdown!" Petra and Carla were to accustomed to the computeristic voice at the first time they heard it in the elevator, so they just only wondered what 'lockdown' meant. "Allowing only admin access to the system. Deleting member voice registration. Yamcha voice registration, revoked. Son Gohan voice registration, revoked."
"Wait, Bulma, voice registration revoke?" Questioned Carla, she noticed that Bulma used voice commands to operate many strange machine in the Bunker, so the revocation of Gohan and Yamcha's commands got her on her feet, if she could use her feet that is.
"Castle Jutnar's compromised. Yamcha is either dead or captured. The Royal Government may use his voice to access the Bunker. I can't risk that." Bulma walked to the gun rack, and equipped a bullpup rifle. She searched the boxes beneath it and took out a STANAG magazine.
"SO YOU LOCK HIM OUT!" Raged Carla at Bulma's apathy. "I thought he is your friend. Or is he just an asset to you?"
"Listen here, you peasant." Bulma pointed at her face. "As long as we stay down here we're safe. We can't do jackshit for any of our fighters if we go up. I've only bring you down here out of respect to Gohan. So stop antagonizing me!"
It was pitch black for Yamcha. His left arm was stuck under the debris, and his legs were crushed beneath of what had been once part of the ceiling, and another pile of debris had block his upper torso and face from every speck of sunlight. His right arm was too weak to lift the debris so he was stuck here. He cursed himself for neglect his training, he could have returned to his full strength if he had and none of this would be a problem. He had fifteen years to do so, even when he arrived to this world had sapped his power level, for some reason, Bulma theorized it to be inter-dimension travel, or by her latest theory, the Titans' rotten Ki in the Walls that hampered not only his but Gohan full potential. However, 15 years were more than enough time for him to reach his old world power level by training alone.
And he heard commotion above, he knew someone was removing the debris above him but he couldn't know who. He was too battered, too exhausted to sense ernegy. He didn't care anymore, may his rescuer be Wolfpack or Interior Police, he could not stay in this rubble any longer, and if it was the latter, he was man enough to face his execution. And a familiar face revealed to him, a She-wolf, black haired, blue eyed and good-looking toss the last of the debris that were blocking his vision.
"Alpha." The Beta was belong to the sally out led by Bury.
"Miss Fox?" Yamcha smiled at her, he heard no gunshot, which meant she wasn't fired upon. "You survive."
"No thanks to you." She pressed the barrel of her revolver on his forehead.
"What?"
"You didn't tell me that the explosives have to match the trigger. But I figured that one out on my on." He turned to his left, to the male voice he heard, Bury approached him with a remote detonator in his hand. "I'm a fast learner!"
"You..."
Three more Betas appeared next to him, none of them showed any sign of wanting to help Yamcha.
"It breaks my heart to do this to you. And did what have to be done to Erich." Karl Raeder sat next to the now shocked Alpha, he was the one who had sworn to Gohan back at the Wolf's Den. "But I can't let the Lady commit any more crimes."
And everything went pitch black again when Irina Fox kicked her Alpha in the face.
Next Chapter: Mountain of Fruit and Flowers.