Keeping his eyes on the rooftops around him, Osprey stayed close to the LAV next to him. The vehicle drove by slowly, not wanting to leave its escorting infantry. It had been a half-hour of trekking so far and had been thankfully uneventful. There was the occasional enemy technical they ran into, but they were easily disposed of by the M10s Bookers. With all of this though, Osprey could see his target.
The massive looming structure that was the Musutafu Pediatric Hospital. It was a rather intimidating building the more Osprey looked at it, having an almost brutalist cube appearance. Though it was also surprisingly colorful, the entire building was painted with a different color on each floor. With white on the first floor, before it went up like a rainbow. Of course, most of the paint had scorch marks or large scrapes ruining it now.
"Almost there troopers. Double time it," Osprey muttered into his radio, still keeping pace with the LAV next to him. Just a few more steps, Osprey thought, seeing the hospital get closer and closer. Of course, with this thought, someone just had to yell out.
"RPG!" a soldier yelled, right as the gunfire started up. Quickly Osprey spotted cultists peeking out of buildings, others hiding on rooftops. Several of them had RPG-7s on hand, while others had basic machine guns. Osprey fired at the first enemy he could, managing to kill a cultist peeking out an apartment window. Behind him the LAV-25 kept driving forward, trying its best to fight back.
The vehicle's autocannon loudly fired into some apartments, punching through brick and concrete with ease. At the same time, a soldier manned the pintle-mounted M240, covering the rooftops the autocannon couldn't reach. The entire time Osprey kept moving, refusing to stop.
"Keep moving! Target's dead ahead!" Osprey ordered over the radio. They couldn't stop, not now. Forward they marched, fighting through the street as fast as possible. Spotting another enemy RPG, Osprey quickly fired at the cultist wielding the weapon. His shots missed though, and the cultist ducked into cover before he could fire again. Quietly swearing, Osprey soon found the cultist had friends on the roof.
One of them now firing at the street with a MINIMI. Rounds peppered the street as Osprey ran to the other side of the LAV. Seconds later he heard a cry of pain as the cultist shot the LAV-25's machine gunner. Not wanting this to continue Osprey hesitantly peeked around the still-moving LAV, and spotted the cultist on the roof. At the same time, the original cultist was readying his RPG again.
With little time Osprey shot up at the distracted machine gunner, managing to strike the enemy in the head. Killing him, Osprey turned his attention to the enemy RPG, firing what was left of his magazine. This time he hit the enemy, his M4's 5.56 rounds tearing up the man easily. With a small sigh of relief, Osprey quietly reloaded his rifle and turned back to face the hospital.
They were there. The first M10s in front smashed through the few enemy vehicles surrounding the place. Their main guns tore up technicals in a single shot, while their secondary weapons chewed up exposed infantry. The LAVs soon joined them, driving past the M10s at a quicker pace. Running alongside the LAV-25, Osprey found himself approaching the hospital's main entrance.
It looked worse for wear, as the automatic glass door had been shattered, and had whatever furniture inside barricading the path. It didn't seem like any had broken through yet, but better to be safe than sorry Osprey reasoned. Facing away from the door Osprey spotted Roach and Squid heading his way, as the other paratroopers continued to fight around them.
"You two, help me with this," Osprey ordered while motioning toward the barricaded door. Wordlessly both soldiers slung their rifles over their shoulders and walked up to the door. With the glass already shattered, Osprey took a slight step forward, before trying to push a large couch out of the way. The couch didn't seem all too heavy and was stacked onto a large desk. Roach and Squid did the same, every man slowly inching the couch back.
The moment they did, Osprey realized he was wrong. The cough barely budged, as if it weighed a ton. Yet they kept pushing forward, trying to dislodge the thing.
"Why's this so heavy?" Roach complained watching as they pushed the couch back.
"Wouldn't be an issue, if you worked out more," Squid retorted, the group stepping back as the couch fell off the desk and hit the ground.
"Your definition of workout is lifting osmium fucking weights!" Roach countered annoyed, rubbing his ears at the couch's loud thud. They all dropped down quickly though, waiting for the sound of gunfire to rip by them. Nothing came though, as Osprey realized the coast was clear.
"And yours is sitting on your ass for a week watching soap operas," Osprey pointed out, unslinging his rifle and climbing over the desk. With the barricade somewhat removed, Osprey had a clearer sight of the hospital's main lobby. At first, he'd expected bodies covering the floor. Instead, he found the area empty of pretty much anything. Aside from the barricades, the lobby had no furniture around.
It was also dark, with no lights on anywhere in the room. The only shred of light was from the occasional window, though it was mostly barricaded up providing little illumination. Stepping into the room proper, Osprey found Roach and Squid following behind him closely. The darkness was to be expected somewhat, as Osprey switched on his M4's flashlight. The emergency generator wouldn't be able to power the entire hospital for weeks.
Walking forward Osprey spotted several connecting hallways also barricaded up and even found the elevators destroyed. It wasn't just the buttons that were broken, no. The entire elevator was crumpled and crushed as if someone cut its cable and dropped the thing.
"Whoever was here was holding out desperately," Squid commented, the soldier looking inside the destroyed elevator.
"Think's it's the civies?" Roach asked the soldier looking over one of the surrounding hallways.
"Haven't seen any bodies yet, so I'd hope so," Osprey replied, the major looking down the barricaded halls as well.
"If I had to guess, I'd say they left the first floor abandoned, and took defensive positions on the second," Squid noted, with Osprey quietly nodding.
"Makes sense. They cut out the elevators, and all they have to worry about is the stairs," Osprey added, before remembering the glass door they entered through. It also eliminated the chance of any cultist popping in through some ground window. Now they at least needed a ladder to climb up from outside.
"We going upstairs then?" Roach inquired, with Osprey quietly nodding. With that, the group quickly began searching for the closet stairwell. After breaking through a few barricades, which were also shockingly heavy, Osprey found an emergency stairwell. Climbing up for a few steps, Osprey soon neared the second floor. Only to find another barricade blocking the stairs.
Roach and Squid moved to push it away, but Osprey quickly motioned for them to stop. Listening quietly, Osprey could hear the faint sound of breathing behind the barricade. Not sure who would be on the other side, Osprey hesitantly walked to the nearby wall. Knocking out it, he called out "Anyone here?"
The second he did he ducked down, just in case something happened. Nothing did though, as the stairwell stayed quiet. The breathing ceased entirely though, leaving the room in complete silence. After a minute or so, Roach motioned toward the barricade, with Osprey shaking his head no. Eventually, someone spoke up.
"You friend, or foe?" the voice hesitantly asked, earning a sigh of relief from Osprey.
"Friend. I'm with the MSF, we're here to keep everyone safe," Osprey replied, the voice going quiet again after muttering "The mercenaries…"
On the other side of the barricade murmuring picked up though, as voices began to quietly argue. Someone seemed to win in the end, as the barricade began to move. On the other side, Osprey found a few heroes standing guard. One of them was an absolute mountain of a man, dressed as a common riot cop, except with a cape. The hero was also missing his right arm, a bandaged-up stub now in its place.
"You're here to help?" the armless mountain asked suspiciously, with Osprey nodding yes.
"That we are," Osprey replied, "Got men outside securing the entrance as we speak."
That seemed to calm some of the heroes present, but not all of them. A few Osprey eyed him suspiciously. The armless hero however sighed in relief, a small smile forming on his face.
"Couldn't have better timing," the hero commented, "Place was starting to run out of supplies, and I didn't think we could hold out much longer."
"Shouldn't be an issue for much longer," Osprey told him, the hero nodding with him. The hero stepped to the side, motioning for Osprey to come in.
"This way if you would. I'd like to know what's the plan," the hero told him, with Osprey complying quietly.
Even though the MSF had dropped in troops to reinforce the front line, it had been far too late. Snake had changed the drop zone to be further back, to try and land before the villains could advance far enough. But by the time their airborne forces landed, the enemy had already charged past them. Now a massive contingent of villains cut off from their allies was pressing forward.
Determined now more than ever to reach their goal. And with the shaking of the C-130 he sat in, All Might knew this wouldn't be easy. With the… Idroid, All Might remembered Snake calling it, in hand, he looked over the holographic display quietly.
"Remember, the world can't lose its symbol. The moment you feel time running out, you get the hell out of dodge," Miller told him over the codec, with All Might quietly grumbling. He didn't argue against the commander though, as he knew he was right. It was bad enough fighting Recovery Girl out of the infirmary, the last thing he needed was the MSF dogpiling him the moment he ran out of time.
"They reach the reserve yet?" All Might asked, not noticing any red dots on his map.
"Thankfully no," Miller replied, "They are getting close though, so you and the others have to act fast."
Quietly All Might put the Idroid into his usual red, blue, and yellow costume. The cloth drooped next to him as he sat in his still skeletal form. Looking around All Might saw other heroes getting ready, along with a few soldiers the MSF had assigned with them. Next to the MSF's skull logo was a patch All Might hadn't seen before. It was shaped like a shield with a green outline and depicted a fox with a knife in its mouth. At the top it read FOXHOUND, leaving All Might somewhat curious.
"It's illogical for you to be here," a voice called out, interrupting All Might's thought. The sound came from right next to him, as All Might turned to face Eraserhead. No longer in bandages, Eraserhead was busy trying to keep his capture scarf untangled.
"I've got time Aizawa," All Might retorted calmly, taking a brief minute to stretch in his seat.
"You've got forty-five minutes," Eraserhead pointed out dryly.
"You underestimate what he can do in forty-five minutes Sho," Present Mit countered, the hero sitting on the other side of Eraserhead.
"I may have little time, but that doesn't mean I'm going to sit by and do nothing. Not if I've still got strength in me," All Might told him, memories of the previous days coming to mind. Dread seeped into All Might the more he remembered everything. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't deal with every problem. Not anymore. But he refused to sit on the sidelines, no matter how much everyone objected.
The moment he ran out of time, it became up to the MSF and every other hero still fighting.
"Lights green people!" a soldier called out, with All Might standing up from his chair. Eraserhead and Present Mic did the same, the latter taking a few deep breaths. Both took a few last-minute checks of their parachutes, as the C-130's ramp began to lower. All Might meanwhile stretched a bit, slowly approaching the plane's ramp. Before he could jump one of the soldiers grabbed his shoulder.
"Hey buddy, where's your chute?" the soldier asked in confusion, All Might looking over his shoulder for a moment.
"Don't need one," All Might replied with a shrug. The soldier looked at him dumbfounded slowly removing his hand from All Might's shoulder.
"...Your funeral," the soldier commented, only for a new soldier to elbow him in the gut.
"Dude," the new soldier muttered, before motioning toward All Might. The first soldier looked confused, before quietly looking over All Might. Seeing his costume, the soldier's eyes widened, surprise quickly setting in. All Might just chuckled to himself, before turning and falling forward. Feeling gravity take hold, All Might couldn't help but enjoy the wind ripping past his face.
Nearing the ground, All Might could hear the sounds of screaming and gunfire. Below the villains wasted no time with the civilians, either gunning them down or just driving by. This had to end, All Might thought angrily. There on the ground, All Might spotted his first target. Buffing up, All Might lightly punched the air in front of him, pushing himself back as he fell. He punched the air to his right, and the left soon after.
Steering himself through the air, All Might found himself right on target. Rearing his fist back again, All Might brought up his usual smile, before landing on a Type-74. The sheer force caved in the entire vehicle's turret, folding several feet of solid steel to fold upwards. It cracked and bent, breaking in seconds. The engine even began to smoke, the impact breaking something serious.
Everyone had gone quiet as the tank's loud crunch echoed through the street. Confused as to what had exactly happened, some cultists eyes the tank suspiciously, while civilians looked on, too afraid to move. Slowly All Might pulled himself out of the tank, stepping across the vehicle calmly.
"Have no fear everyone," All Might stated, "I am here!"
The words earned shocked gasps from everyone. The cultists littering the street, looked at the tank in panic, quickly raising their weapons.
"I-Impossible!" one shouted out in terror.
"Shoot him! Shoot him!" another ordered, only to find no one fighting back.
"The false idol's here!?" a third asked panicked, his rifle almost falling out of his hands,
"H-he's supposed to be a skeleton!" a fourth yelled afraid.
"Doesn't matter! We broke him once, we can do it again!" a fifth soon yelled out, quickly managing to reorganize the cultists. Of course, All Might couldn't have that, now could he? Spotting a technical with a machine gun, All Might wasted no time rushing toward it. In a flash his fist shot through the vehicle's engine, destroying it instantly. Seconds later he dashed away, uppercutting a villain into the air before grabbing his leg, and throwing him at one of his friends. On he went beating up every villain he could find. In seconds he ran up to a new tank and grabbed its barrel.
Before the villains inside could fight back All Might forced the weapon up and ripped off the tank's turret. Tossing the turret aside All Might grabbed the crew inside the tank and knocked them out with a single punch each. With the tank gone, he rushed off, grabbing civilians and carrying them to safety. At the same time, the cultists tried shooting him with everything they had.
Yet All Might was moving far too fast for them, moving around in the blink of an eye. The occasional round managed to hit him, but every time the bullet would simply crumple against him. After what felt like an eternity, the street had been cleared. With a deep breath, All Might looked down at the civilians he'd been carrying. They looked up at him surprised but happy. Setting them down and smiling, All Might rushed off again while pulling out his Idroid. He grimaced once he saw the time.
It had taken him five minutes to clear out the street, now he was down to forty. With that knowledge, All Might picked up the pace. There was work to be done, and he didn't have much time.
Madam President wanted to be angry. She wanted to be furious. Wanted to tear up everything in her office as she watched her computer. But instead, she felt… empty. Tired. Annoyed.
"Dude! There's gotta be hundreds of them!" a civilian called out, filming the MSF's airborne forces dropping from above. The sky blotted out in a sea of parachutes and aircraft. Flipping to a different video she found another civilian recording the middle of a firefight. Gunfire rang out in every direction, as the person recording ran by.
"Let's move it! Koala lay down covering fire!" a soldier yelled, a machine gun coming to life nearby.
"It's ok! You're all safe now!" a new soldier comforted, the camera catching them escorting a child to safety. Madam President flipped to a new video, finding yet another civilian recording.
"Look at that thing! Holy shit!" a civilian called out in shock, watching a four-legged tank stomp by and crush one of the villain's technicals. A second massive tank followed behind it, not walking, but hovering along. The sheer size of the things was astonishing before the main gun of one fire. Its shell tore through an enemy tank, before flying out the other side and destroying another of technical.
Again Madam President flipped the channel, only to find the news talking about the situation on mass.
"As we can see hundreds of jets are down flying over Musutafu, dropping bombs onto villain positions-"
"Rumors suggest MSF forces have already advanced five miles into Musutafu, with no sign of stopping-"
"Bipedal mechs, humanoid robotic soldiers, drone tanks, and other weapons found straight out of a sci-fi novel have all been spotted moving into Musutafu. With technology like this, one can only wonder what else the MSF has at their disposal-"
"The MSF has announced its plan to evacuate civilians trapped behind enemy lines, setting up refugee centers across UA's campus-"
Tiredly Madam President moved to turn off the computer, before stopping on a new channel. It was a reporter recording another firefight between the MSF and the Ninth Circle. Both sides fought each other ferociously, but the MSF had the upper hand. Dozens of armored vehicles moved about providing support to infantry or were loaded up with civilians and drove away.
Squads of men broke down the doors to apartments, before clearing them out quickly and leading the people inside to safety. But that wasn't why Madam President stopped on this channel. No, she stopped because she found Snake fighting alongside all of his men. The damn mercenary stood behind a large tank, laying down covering fire with a rifle. He dragged troops back into cover. He ran out by himself and took on entire squads of soldiers solo.
And the reporter recorded it all. All the work she'd done trying to smear the MSF, was now down the drain. Some would still believe her lies, a decent chunk of people across both the country and the world. But now the MSF would gain support. Only now did Madam President begin to feel angry. Big Boss couldn't just learn his place like the rest of the world. He had to rebel, he had to continually fight against her and hero society.
Angrily Madam President turned off her computer and covered her face with her hands. She sat back in her office chair, furiously stewing over everything. The HPSC would recover, they had to. Somehow someway she'd figure something out. Some grand plan to finally remove the MSF, and put the world back to how it was supposed to be. Yet… her mind came up empty.
She couldn't forcefully boot the MSF off anymore, as heroes, true heroes, would doubtlessly support the MSF. As would the public. Continuing the smear campaign would only work on a stubborn few, while others would immediately doubt every claim she could make. Madam President considered using villains to make the MSF look incompetent, but that already failed the first time.
And Madam President paused on that thought, slowly remembering something.
"Shit," she swore aloud, quickly grabbing her phone and dialing up Techno. It took a few tries but the man eventually picked up, sounding worse than the previous call. The technopath coughed loudly into the microphone, before waiting for Madam President to continue.
"What's it now?" Techno tiredly asked, grumbling to himself away from the mic.
"How's our cover story coming?" Madam President asked, earning a cough from Techno.
"Which one? You've got me working on seven," Techno told her, his voice raspy and weak.
"The heroes we assigned to the festival," Madam President answered, hoping it to be enough of a clue. It was, as Techno paused over the phone. The entire thing was going to be a disaster the moment it came to light. Which Madam President knew was inevitable. Her only saving grace, was that she had the foresight to assign non-corrupt heroes to the festival. Heroes who did not know of the true plans she had.
"Oh… coming up somewhat fine," Techno replied, the man searching over his documents for a second.
"What do you have?" Madam President asked, hearing the occasional beep from Techno's heart monitor.
"Well, considering not every hero was letting criminals in, it'd be a good idea to consider the ones we assigned as a corrupt few," Techno replied, "That they were assigned to the job off of bad intel, and are disgraced as heroes. With a final promise to the public that both the heroes responsible, and the villains will be held responsible."
It seemed like it would work. Distance themselves from the guilty parties, arrest them, and ship those caught on camera off to Tartarus before they can talk. Then let the prisoners inside solve the rest of the issue. After all, one knows how cops and heroes fare in prison. There was, however, one glaring issue.
"That still makes us look incompetent," Madam President pointed out tiredly. Acting on bad intel was a believable excuse, but it made the HPSC look incompetent. How could they, the Hero Public Safety Commission, not have known this hero was corrupt? Hell, with the Ninth Circle's attack, admitting they acted on bad intel would add to the pile of incompetence. They still had to hold a press conference discussing the largest villain organization the country has seen since the Meta Liberation Army.
"I'm working with what I've got here ma'am. Trust me, looking incompetent is the best option we've got," Techno told her, with Madam President sighing. It could just be an inevitability in this case. Quietly Madam President began thinking up ideas on who to throw under the bus. As she knew she'd have to gut most of the intel department for this failure, just to appease the public. But of course that meant having to try and find loyal replacements, willing to spy on everyone and everything.
Unless…
"What about a distraction then? Something to keep the public's eye off of us, and instead on something else?" Madam President asked calmly, the idea running through her head. It would have to be a massive distraction, something surpassing everything that had happened in the last few days. Something to take hold of the eyes of the world, while she swept everything under the rug. Of course, nothing came to mind. She couldn't think of a distraction, something Techno quickly pointed out.
"Ma'am, unless you've got a pair of nukes at your disposal, then I don't think we'll be distracting anyone," Techno replied, leaving Madam President to grumble. Back to square one.
"We need to rebuild our reputation then," Madam President muttered tiredly, coming to a decision she'd never thought would be needed, "Call off every operation."
"Everything?" Techno asked somewhat surprised.
"Everything. Cease every arms shipment, keep all villains planned for early release in prison, halt all smear campaigns on the MSF, and shred every bit of evidence showing our involvement with corrupt officials," Madam President told him, already knowing she was going to have to clean out some offshore bank accounts, "Things are going to get chaotic, and the Commission needs a clean slate."
A toddler cried in Grizzly's arms, as he ran toward a nearby MRAP. Quickly soldiers loaded civilians into the vehicle, while others provided covering fire around them. Running toward the MRAP's rear, Grizzly spotted the child's mother sitting in the back. The woman looked around the area panicked, before she spotted the toddler in Grizzly's arms.
"[Daiki!]" the mother cried out, attempting to jump out of her seat, only for a soldier to keep her in place.
"[Mommy!]" the toddler cried out tearfully. The soldier stepped aside as Grizzly got close, quickly handing the toddler to his mother. Both the child and woman cried for a moment, while Grizzly turned to run back to the front.
"[T-thank you!]" the woman told him, with Grizzly giving her a small wave. At the same time, the soldiers outside closed the MRAP's doors, the vehicle now full. With a glance, Grizzly watched the vehicle speed off toward UA, following a small convoy of other vehicles.
"Why are there so many of these guys!" Gecko yelled out annoyed, as Grizzly ran up to his buddy. Both men hide behind a massive chunk of rubble for cover.
"Might run out of ammo, before they run out of bodies!" Gecko complained, firing a few rounds over cover.
"With how much shit we brought, I don't think that's possible!" Grizzly countered, before firing over cover as well. One squad of cultists was busy moving forward from cover to cover. Quickly Grizzly started picking them off one by one, shooting one cultist as he ran between a pair of cars. Another tried sticking to an apartment wall, only for Gecko to shoot him in the chest.
Another two held up ballistic shields, which held up well until Grizzly turned them into a solid block of ice. Just then though, Grizzly heard the sound of tracks start driving up from down the street. Seconds later a Type-74 rounded a street's corner and fired its main gun. Ducking, the round whizzed by Grizzly, before punching into a Bradley behind them. The IFV was penetrated in seconds, leaving a gaping hole in the vehicle. Swiftly the crew began to abandon the vehicle, while Grizzly held up his arm.
Feeling the familiar chill, Grizzly was about to free the tank, only for an RPG to streak by and hit the top of the tank's turret. The poorly armored top was penetrated quickly, blowing up the top of the vehicle and killing the crew. Confused about who fired, Grizzly looked up at a nearby apartment building. On top, he saw a soldier looking down with an RPG-7, stolen from one of the cultists.
Grizzly couldn't see exactly who the soldier was, but the man quickly ran off toward a nearby fire escape. Dropping down the soldier continually fired at newly arriving cultists, not stopping for a second. The moment he reached the ground the soldier darted into an alleyway, disappearing from Grizzly's view. By this point Grizzly had opened fire again, hitting another few soldiers. Another enemy vehicle rounded the corner then, this one a basic pickup truck with a DHsK on the back.
Again Grizzly got ready to freeze the vehicle over, only for the mysterious soldier to appear out of nowhere. He jumped seemingly out of the shadows. The soldier shot the driver and the cultist manning the DHsK in seconds, before running up and manning the machine gun himself. There he began whittling down the exposed enemy, their weapon now his. Grizzly watched on astonished, as cultist after cultist fell.
Unknowingly Ape and Eagle had run up to him now, with some of the platoon following as well.
"How's things going… here…" Ape began to ask, only to trail off as he watched the carnage. Eagle did the same watching amazed as cultist after cultist fell. To his shock, they soon began to fall back in droves.
"...Holy shit," Eagle muttered, as Grizzly watch the unknown soldier hop off the enemy's technical. The soldier then turned to the platoon, noticing them. Quickly the soldier began running over, with Grizzly slowly getting a better look.
"It's the Boss," Grizzly stated shocked, watching as Snake ran over to them all quickly. Coming to a stop Snake wasted no time looking over the soldiers, his eye falling on Ape.
"Lieutenant, the enemy has an anti-ship missile battery west of here. I need your platoon to take it out," Snake ordered calmly, with Ape looking at Snake shocked for a moment.
"G-got it, Boss!" Ape replied forcing himself out of his stupor, "You heard the man, move it!"
The lieutenant quickly ran off with the other soldiers following, with Snake taking the lead for all of them. It surprised Grizzly that any of this was even happening, but he questioned nothing, following the rest of the platoon. After a few minutes, they came to a stop near an elevated train station. Resting on a train car Grizzly spotted the missile launcher sitting on the track. Keeping guard was around forty cultists with some having dug in positions.
"That's a lot of them," Gecko muttered to himself, counting the cultists moving about the station.
"We won't have to fight them all," Snake told him, his hand pointing toward the train car, "Just need to distract them so we can sneak around and disable the launcher before they can relocate."
"Wouldn't an airstrike be easier Boss?" Ape asked confused, not seeing much in terms of air defense nearby. And that was assuming they hadn't bombed it all to dust.
"It would be, but we need the railways intact," Snake replied, causing Grizzly to think it over.
"What if we freeze it over instead?" Grizzly asked, with Snake raising his brow.
"Oh?" Snake inquired, watching as Grizzly pulled up his sleeve. The air turned colder for a second as a mist formed around Grizzly's arm.
"My quirk could cover the train car in a glacier, should leave the tracks hopefully alone," Grizzly replied, watching as Snake squinted his eye. The man oddly looked over Grizzly for a moment, before nodding.
"Change of plans then," Snake decided, "Lieutenant, take a squad to the right, I'll take one left. The moment I open fire, I want you to disable those missiles."
Wordlessly Ape nodded, assembling a few soldiers and sneaking them around the street for a moment. Snake did the same with another squad, while Grizzly waited behind a few cars for cover. Taking a few deep breaths, Grizzly watched as Snake's squad neared the station. After a few seconds, the soldiers opened fire, with Ape's group joining in quickly. The cultists ducked behind cover, some providing counterfire.
Waiting for just the right moment, Grizzly soon found all the cultists distracted. Or at least far enough away that they wouldn't notice him. Holding out his arm, Grizzly watched as the beam of light shot out and struck the top half of the missile launcher. In seconds the top half of the train car began to freeze over, a large chunk of ice resting on top of it. The cultists looked up at the missiles now shocked, before slowly trying to fall back.
True to Snake's word, they didn't have to fight all of them, as Grizzly watched the cultists turn tail and run. It earned a few cheers from the soldiers, as the fighting wrapped up quickly.