Quietly Night Owl went down the list of objectives the Ninth Circle was supposed to achieve. The mad scientist was currently sitting in one of the Ninth Circle's bases hidden across the country. Sitting behind a large table covered in maps, Night Owl looked up from his list and toward Reaper. The man was busy eating breakfast, yet made no move to show his face. Next to Reaper, stood his lieutenants, many of which glared at Night Owl. Others, however, stood off to the side, seemingly terrified of their leader. For good reason, Night Owl thought.
See Night Owl came here for a quick and simple progress report, just to see how things were going. Because for the outside world, they saw this unstoppable wave of suicidal villains swarming over their heroes. A tide of purple, gray, silver, and black, that couldn't be stopped, had already killed thousands and left much of the city in ruins. But of course, the outside world was missing a few things. Because as the days drew on, Night Owl began to feel… worried. They'd achieved much in this attack, but not everything Night Owl wanted.
"Ok, what about the docks? Any progress there?" Night Owl inquired, looking over one of Reaper's lieutenants tiredly. The lieutenant simply shook his head slowly.
"No. They remain firmly in enemy hands," the Lieutenant replied, causing Night Owl to grumble. The Lieutenant then visibly paled as Reaper paused from his meal to face him. Reaper said nothing, but the Lieutenant knew it best to step back.
"What about the railways then?" Night Owl asked the Lieutenant, a tinge of hope in his tone. Lacking the sea was bad, but if they held the rails then-
"Some junctions have been captured or sabotaged. Enough to disrupt operations, but not enough to completely put them out of action" the Lieutenant answered, crushing the small amount of hope Night Owl had.
"The airport?" Night Owl asked, the skies seeming to be his last option.
"Has been captured," a new lieutenant replied, bringing a small amount of relief to Night Owl, before saying, "However, the heroes have barricaded themselves inside the control tower."
Night Owl simply grumbled, his smile twitching somewhat as he looked over the list again. He enjoyed all the destruction that had occurred over the few days, but that joy quickly wore off.
"You assured me your men could handle this," Night Owl muttered tiredly, looking over at Reaper. The man just continued to eat his food, refusing to acknowledge for a minute Night Owl. After swallowing some of his meal, Reaper looked at Night Owl quietly, not saying a word.
"Don't worry?" Night Owl remarked, looking at Reaper with his brow raised, "You know what our bargain entails, I need people afraid. All of these logistics hubs staying open makes that more difficult."
It was a simple fact. Night Owl didn't just need Musutafu crippled, he needed it irrecoverable. Enough to strike fear throughout the country for decades. Fear of the Ninth Circle going on a rampage. But so long as these logistical hubs and the rest of Musutafu remained in friendly hands, then that wouldn't be the case. The country, and possibly the world would be terrified, but there would still be hope.
Aid could be transported into the city en masse, allowing the city to rebuild. It was a light in the darkness, that after all the death they could pick up the pieces. And if they believed they could rebuild, then they could believe they could fight. Night Owl couldn't allow that, not for his plan, and not for the war. He needed fear, he needed despair, he needed chaos. Reaper leaned forward in his chair though, clasping his hands together, as his elbows rested on the table.
He just stared at Night Owl for a second, deep in thought, before pulling something from his pocket. Tossing it toward Night Owl, the scientist quickly caught it. Looking at his hand, Night Owl found he now held a small plastic tank. Night Owl looked at the tank confused for a moment, before his eyes widened.
"What!? No!" Night Owl exclaimed, earning an unseen glare from Reaper.
"We're already using up enough of our supplies for this attack, and you want to spend more!?" Night Owl pointed out, numbers running through his mind. The forces already in Musutafu had been given enough ammunition, food, water, and most importantly fuel for weeks. And with all their vehicles in the city, they'd already burnt through a third of that fuel. Now Reaper wanted to bring in those armored gas guzzlers. This wasn't even mentioning the problem of maintenance they'd inevitably run into.
Of course, Reaper still said nothing, instead staring at Night Owl for a few minutes. Moments later Reaper snapped his fingers, with one of his lieutenants walking away. The lieutenant quickly came back with a large paper map, which they placed on the table in front of Night Owl quietly. Standing up, Reaper walked toward Night Owl, before pointing at the map. Confused, Night Owl looked down on the map, before his eyes widened.
"The Musutafu Oil Reserve," Night Owl muttered surprised. He'd almost forgotten about the place during the planning phase. In a sense, it was a strategic oil reserve set up by the Japanese government years ago. It stood on the complete opposite side of Musutafu, miles from any of the Ninth Circle's forces, and held roughly ten million barrels of oil. Now, Night Owl never believed the Ninth Circle would reach the reserve before the MSF inevitably got involved.
So the original plan was to bomb the place into nothingness and let the burning oil blot out the sky with smoke for days. But now, Night Owl understood what Reaper was planning.
"Oh," Night Owl muttered, his ever-present smile widening, "I see. Your tanks break through the frontline, allowing us to take the logistical hubs. Once that's done they rush toward the oil reserve."
Of course, they had no tanks in the area, Night Owl remembered.
"Well, if you want that to happen, I'm gonna need your pocket dimension guy," Night Owl told him, before cracking his knuckles. This could be risky, but Night Owl believed it was worth it.
As Ocelot put his Idroid back in its pocket, he couldn't help but grumble.
"I assume he didn't take it well," Hawks commented dryly, the hero resting in a folding chair while twirling a feather in his hands.
"Doubt anyone would," Ocelot replied, sighing as he soon sat down in a folding chair across from Hawks. The two stayed silent for a moment, as Ocelot ran a hand through his hair tiredly.
"Aftermath's gonna be bad you know," Hawks muttered, with Ocelot nodding.
"I'd expect as much," Ocelot told him, "Even after this fight, heads are gonna roll."
That police chief was most definitely one of them, Ocelot reasoned. And unfortunately, he wouldn't be the only one. The Minister of Defense, high-ranking generals, politicians, police chiefs, heroes, and possibly the Prime Minister. Ocelot could already see it now, the sheer amount of death and public outrage creating a vote of no confidence.
"Was more referring to all the dead," Hawks pointed out, holding the feather in front of his face. The hero looked it over quietly, before sighing.
"The city's first responders have been crippled, and if this keeps going, the prefecture might soon follow," Hawks explained, tossing the feather into the air and just watching it float down.
"Well, let's hope that chief makes a decision soon then," Ocelot tiredly replied, sighing. Hawks said nothing in response, though Ocelot knew the hero agreed. Again the two were left in silence, the weight of everything setting in around them. Hawks looked like he wanted to say something, only for an explosion to cut him off. Both men flinched, almost expecting it to hit Ocelot's command tent, but it didn't.
They both thought little of the explosion once it dissipated though, as the enemy had occasionally shelled the area. It was never anything big, just one or two shells in some areas of the hero's makeshift tent city. However, a second explosion followed it, then a third. More continued to follow before both men's eyes widened, and they jumped to the ground. Pandemonium began to rage outside the ten, as people began yelling incoherently.
Looking back at each other, Ocelot and Hawks silently nodded. Quickly Hawks rushed out of the tent flying past an artillery shell as it exploded. Narrowly dodging the shrapnel, Hawks sent a couple of feathers back into the tent and dragged a very angry Ocelot outside. Putting the cowboy down, Hawks watched as a shell plunged into the command tent, blowing it up in seconds. As if that wasn't enough though, Hawks quickly heard the roar of car engines and the sound of gunfire.
"Ocelot, sir!" Nakamura exclaimed as Ocelot spotted his men running towards them.
"Nakamura the hell is going on!?" Ocelot demanded as Hawks's feathers flew back to his wings.
"Enemy forces have broken through the defensive line! Fuckers are pouring through the gap!" Nakamura loudly replied, with Ocelot and Hawks going wide-eyed.
"Crap," Hawks muttered, the hero pulling a large sharp feather from his wings. At the same time, the gunfire got closer, before Ocelot spotted the enemy. Trucks rammed through their tents, with their occupants jumping out. Instantly Ocelot drew his revolvers, shooting the first thugs he could. Hawks meanwhile flew forward at ludicrous speeds, cutting up dozens of villains in seconds.
Yet as the hero cut a swath through the villains, he began to hear something. It sounded like a treaded vehicle, driving slowly towards the camp. Flying up, Hawks began sending out his feathers to survey the area. Soon he found the source of the sound, and Hawks's eyes widened.
"Ocelot!" Hawks called out, before dodging gunfire, as villains tried to shoot him down. Ocelot, narrowly hearing Hawks, looked up for a second, before he also noticed the noise. Turning towards its source, Ocelot couldn't help but turn pale. Next to him, Nakamura did the same, though it went unseen under his balaclava.
"Tank," Ocelot muttered, "That's a tank!"
Just as he yelled this out, the Type-74 tank fired its main gun at a pair of fleeing heroes. As if it wasn't bad enough, two Type-89 IFVs drove up alongside the tank mowing down exposed heroes with their autocannons.
"Shit!" Nakamura exclaimed, ducking to the ground as bullets streamed past him.
"We need to leave," Ocelot decided, quickly turning toward Nakamura. Standing up both men began to run before Hawks quickly joined them. One by one they gathered up the Ocelots as chaos raged around them. Everyone just ran for their lives. There was no mounted defense, just last stands made by what brave heroes remained. Instead, there was panic, fear, death, and chaos.
The house was deathly quiet. It was odd how quickly that became the norm for Keiko, and she despised that fact. Where before she'd been busy getting her kids ready for school, today… Today was different. Keiko was a mother of three kids, one daughter, and two sons. Her oldest son, Haruto, was entering his first year of high school at UA. He'd managed to get into the support course, and it made Keiko so unbelievably proud. Even more so when she found out he'd be competing in the Sports Festival. It became this big family event, as Keiko let her kids stay home and her parents came by to watch with them.
But… then the attack happened. There was so much smoke on the field, that Keiko had lost track of him on the screen. What made it worse, was that the last her other two kids, Yuto and Mai, saw of Haruto, was him bleeding out on the ground. Then the rest of the city was suddenly under siege, with most of downtown being captured by villains.
Hours later the heroes had set up a defensive line, but… that was eight miles from Keiko's home. Every day she could hear the gunfire from the city, or see a missile streak past overhead. She didn't dare send her kids to school, not when she was this close to the frontline. They'd evacuated everyone five miles from the front, but government officials assured everyone a full evacuation wasn't needed.
As the days went on, Keiko came to believe this less and less.
"I just… he can't be dead," Keiko muttered tearfully, her father patting her on the back. Her mother sat in a chair nearby, looking at her daughter worriedly. Next to her though, Yuto and Mai snuggled up to their grandmother.
"I'm sure he's alive," her mother told her softly, "He was always a fighter."
"Besides, you've seen the news. UA's doing fine, even with those villains on campus," her father told her, earning a disappointed look from Keiko's mother.
"Oh Minato," she muttered, as Minato crossed his arms.
"What?" Minato asked, perplexed, "They're still mercenaries. One good deed doesn't wash away another, and who knows how many bad deeds they've done."
Keiko's mother just shook her head, disappointed with Minato's statement. It had been shocking to hear the news from UA, for everyone. It brought Keiko some hope, but she still hadn't heard anything from Haruto. Of course, it also came with the unfortunate consequence of family politics. The news had ended up showing some footage of MSF doctors tending to kids, and it had won Keiko's mother over almost instantly.
"Warms my heart to see those youngins being cared for," Keiko remembered her mother saying. On the flip side, they also showed off all the weapons at the MSF's disposal, which had left Minato concerned.
"Hmph, a whole lot of tanks they got there, awfully close to us too," Keiko remembered Minato muttering to himself. Keiko though… Keiko didn't know what to think.
"The point is, I'm sure Haruto's fine," Minato told her, pulling his daughter into a small hug. Part of Keiko wanted to agree with him, but she couldn't bring herself to. The image of her son bleeding out on the ground was burned into her mind. Tears still pooled in her eyes, which her father noticed. Minato quietly looked at his wife, the old lady looking at her daughter sympathetically.
"How about some TV? Something good has to be on," Minato commented, slowly peeling away from his daughter to grab the TV remote. Quietly Keiko moved to sit down in front of her mother's chair. Soon the TV was on, with Minato flipping through channels, trying to find the best one. Instead, all he found was more news on Musutafu. That's all it ever was. It was as if the world itself had come to a halt.
"Reports of mutiny circulate as heroes-"
"Advise everyone to stay indoors-"
"More missile strikes today, this time hitting as far as Tokyo-"
"We've gotten more information on the mystery ships spotted near the coast. Satellite imaging has confirmed almost a dozen ships nearing the Musutafu coastline. Sources are also confirming it to be a full carrier strike group. However, the United States Navy Admiral has gone on record, saying no US fleet is in the area-"
Eventually, though Minato chuckled, managing to find his favorite show.
"Here we are! Yuto, Mai, Poker Ronin is on," Minato called out, sitting down in front of the TV. Hearing their grandfather call out to them, both kids' faces quickly lit up before they darted out to him. The sight brought Keiko a small chuckle, but it died out quickly. The kids always loved to watch game shows with Minato… Haruto loved to watch game shows with Minato, Keiko thought sadly.
"He'll be fine," her mother told her, hoping to comfort her.
"I… I hope so," Keiko replied, watching the show go on. She never personally liked the show, but her kids always loved it. Poker Ronin was a game show hosted by the hero Blackjack. The basics of it were a whole mess of card games jumbled together, with a mix of minigames in between. The minigames were only played by contestants with the losing hands. Just as Keiko was beginning to enjoy the show though, the entire thing was soon interrupted by an emergency broadcast.
An alarm blared with the announcement as Keiko heard missiles streak by overhead.
"Another missile," her mother muttered, while Keiko quickly stood up.
"Yuto, Mai, closet!" Keiko ordered, her kids quickly getting up and running. She was about to join them when Minato stopped her.
"Keiko, wait," he told her, before motioning for her to listen. Going quiet, she began to hear screams echoing outside, as pandemonium seemed to slowly ramp up. Worried, Keiko looked back at the TV, before her eyes widened.
"Evacuation order in effect," the TV read, and Keiko felt her breathing speed up. They… they wanted them to evacuate. But… that could only mean… the villains are advancing again.
"We need to go," Keiko stated, fear laced in her tone. Behind her Minato nodded, the old man quickly rushed toward the kitchen.
"Get the kids in the car!" he called out, before facing his wife, "Honey you get the emergency kit, I'll grab some food."
"Don't grab too much!" Keiko's mother told him, as Keiko rushed towards the closet. Quickly she pulled her kids out, leading both of them to the front door. Opening it, Keiko saw the chaos unfolding firsthand. Dozens of her neighbors began running or packing into their cars with whatever they could grab. They all panickedly yelled out to each other as some began to drive off.
"What about food!?" one would loudly ask, watching their spouse try to shove their car closed.
"We'll get food when we're safe, just bring your wallet!" their spouse would reply, before running into the driver's seat.
"Is that everything!?" another neighbor asked, looking over the pile of goods inside their car.
"Water, medicine, food, we're good!" someone else replied.
"Dad, we left Teddy!" a child cried out in a car driving by.
"We'll come back for him later, ok?" the dad replied nervously, as he tried to drive forward, past the crowd of people fleeing.
"It's… too heavy!" a new neighbor yelled, trying to carry a small cooler filled with water. Yet no matter how much they tried, the cooler just wouldn't budge off the ground.
"Leave it then! We need to go now!" a different neighbor replied fearfully, watching as his buddy dropped the cooler in front of their house. Each one of her neighbors looked terrified, as Keiko noticed something else. Heroes were running past them. Some stopped to help people evacuate, but others booked it as fast as they could. It was shocking for Keiko to see, and was an unbelievable sight.
To see the people supposed to protect them fleeing. Keiko couldn't help but feel her breathing speed up again, as she led Yuto and Mai to their car. Quickly Minato brought a small box of canned food to the car and placed it all in the back. He ran back in seconds after he set it down, while Keiko's mother sat down in the passenger seat. After a minute Minato came running back with a large jug of water, which he quickly placed right next to the food.
Back and forth Minato would run into the house, dragging out some kind of essentials. Blankets, spare clothes, money, flashlights, soap, backpacks, and lots of batteries. Once he loaded the last of the emergency supplies in the car, Minato sat in the driver's seat of the car. Quietly he began driving them down the street, with Keiko watching the rest of her neighbors flee. At the same time, she spotted more missiles flying overhead, aiming for an unknown target.
"Tanks, they brought in tanks," Snake muttered, annoyed, watching the battle map play out in front of him. Everything, EVERYTHING, had already been planned out. F-35s, B-2s, and B-21s would fly in to eliminate enemy air support with naval forces off the coast providing fire support. E-2s would watch the skies for enemy helicopters, EA-18s would jam the enemy's air defense radars, and EP-3s would monitor radio communications.
With enemy air defense gone or heavily reduced, two airborne divisions would be dropped to reinforce the heroes' defensive line. At the same time, other airborne units would drop in behind enemy lines to destroy enemy artillery sites and capture key targets. While this was happening Marine forces would conduct a naval landing on Musutafu's shoreline while the Army advanced from UA. The enemy would have been pressed in from all sides and whittled down. All that was needed, was confirmation from the Chief of Police.
But then, Snake had gotten word from Ocelot. Now satellite imaging displayed the Ninth Circle pouring over the old defensive line in droves. This time though, with much more military equipment. Though Snake said tanks, it was in fact much more than that. The Ninth Circle had pulled out the works, with Type-74 tanks, Type-89 IFVs, Type-16 MCVs, Komatsu LAVs, and Type-87 RCVs.
"They were keeping this in their back pocket?" a nearby Snipe muttered shocked, watching a newsreel of a tank run over a car.
"Why didn't they bring it in at the start?" Endeavor asked, confused, watching as the tanks continued pressing forward.
"Same thing it always boils down to, logistics," Miller replied, "These things are gas guzzlers, plain and simple. I'm willing to bet this assault is blowing through the last of their fuel."
That thought left Snake confused though. Why? Why bring in tanks now? They had the city under their control and could have held out in a long siege. Bringing in tanks did nothing but waste resources. What was the point of breaking this stalemate? It confused Snake the more he looked over the map. Slowly he tried to find some kind of explanation, some rational excuse.
There his eye fell on Musutafu's dockyard. He didn't think much of it at first, but then he noticed something odd. It was still under hero control. The fact was completely insignificant but it bugged Snake. Looking around the map he soon spotted the Musutafu International Airport, under Ninth Circle control except for a few areas. Same for the railroads. All were key logistical hubs…
Like that, Snake found the pieces beginning to connect. Night Owl wanted chaos, he wanted death, he wanted destruction, he wanted war. It slowly made sense the more Snake looked at it over. Night Owl wanted the city crippled and terrified. It's why he was working with a suicidal death cult, it's why he chose to attack the Sports Festival, and it's why he was launching this assault.
Night Owl was getting greedy. He'd already brought the city to its knees but he wanted more. Now he and the Ninth Circle were throwing away resources to achieve this goal. But… Night Owl was smart. He wouldn't have been able to escape the MSF for years if he wasn't. So gambling the Ninth Circle's remaining fuel wouldn't be a consideration unless he had a backup plan.
"Hmm," Snake couldn't help but mutter, bringing his hand to his chin.
"Boss?" Miller inquired, seeing Snake was contemplating something. After looking across the map for a second, Snake turned to face Nezu, the rodent sitting nearby.
"Does the city have any strategic oil reserves?" Snake asked, Nezu thinking the question over. Standing up in his chair slightly, Nezu began looking over the map as well.
"I believe so… here we are," Nezu replied, pointing to it on the map. There Snake found the Musutafu Strategic Reserve. It had to be Night Owl's backup plan. Break through the defensive line, bomb rush it to the reserve, and secure the rest of his strategic objectives.
"Miller, call Airborne forces back to briefing. There's a change in plans," Snake ordered tiredly. Just then though, he heard Nezu's phone begin to ring, and slowly watched as the rodent pulled it out.
"-reports now coming in, the Musutafu Defensive line has collapsed," Akatani's Idroid loudly announced, the noise echoing through the cafeteria and crushing the hope Jiro held. The words ran through her mind, as another explosion went off in the city. The sound was muffled somewhat by UA's walls, but Jiro couldn't help but flinch.
"An official evacuation order has been announced, for those within ten miles of the front," the Idroid continued, though Jiro zoned the information out. At the same time, Akatani decided to turn the device off. Looking at the rest of her classmates, Jiro could see everyone was downtrodden. They all knew the heroes were having difficulty holding the line, but… for the entire line to collapse? No one was expecting it.
Part of her said "Maybe All Might could fix this", before the thought was shot down. All Might had gone out to fix it, and he'd failed. Everything just felt hopeless. Jiro wanted this to end. She wanted the noise to stop. She wanted to go home desperately. She wanted to see her parents… Jiro lingered on that thought, her breathing slowly speeding up.
Her parents… the frontline had collapsed. She didn't live in Musutafu, but she lived nearby. Jiro slowly felt panic building not noticing her breathing become more erratic. The villains could march to her house, to her parents! The heroes couldn't stop them!
"Jiro?" Yaoyorozu quietly asked, looking over at her friend. The words didn't register to Jiro, the girl panicking more and more. The heroes couldn't stop them. It was only a matter of time before the villains got to them. The last she was ever going to see of them was the day she left for the festival. The thoughts ran through Jiro's mind as fear took hold of her. They… they were going to die, Jiro realized coldly. With that thought Jiro stood up from the table and took off running. It caught everyone off guard, as Yaoyorozu yelled out "Jiro!"
Jiro didn't stop running, she couldn't stop running. Darting through UA's halls she soon shoved through the school's entrance. Even when she was outside she kept running, her classmates chasing after her. Running past the tree Grizzly's squad hung out by, the soldiers watched the display in shock.
"Hey, hey! The hell's going on!?" a surprised Grizzly called out, watching as 1A all ran past them. Confused, the soldiers looked at each other for a second, before running after them as well. The entire time Yaoyorozu continued to yell out to Jiro, the punk girl refusing to listen.
"Jiro! Jiro, stop!" Yaoyorozu pleaded, while Jiro just continued to run. By this point Iida had managed to catch up to her, having enough room to reach his full speed. Yet as he tried to grab her, Jiro's jacks unconsciously went out and stabbed him. Falling back, Iida watched as Jiro continued to run. She ran past dozens of soldiers until Jiro spotted her destination: UA's main gate.
The entire thing was under heavy guard, with tanks keeping watch of the area. Jiro didn't care about this fact, as she ran past a new group of tanks. One such tank had a tanker standing out of the commander's hatch, who quickly spotted Jiro.
"Wha- shit! Stop! Stop that kid!" the tank commander called out, other soldiers quickly noticing Jiro running by. Jiro got ever closer to the gate, nearly tasting freedom. She had to get out of here! She had to see her parents again! She had to! Just let her leave, Jiro mentally pleaded, all while more explosions rang out in the city. It hurt her ears the more they went off.
She wanted the noise to stop, for all of this to stop! She wanted it to be over! To be safe again! Jiro flinched as another explosion went off, distracting her for just a moment. At that moment though, tree branches slithered toward Jiro and grabbed her legs. Nearly tripping, Jiro felt the tree branches pull her back, finding Kamui Woods had been the one to catch her. Jiro flailed about, clawing at the branches. She had to get out!
Tears began to form in her eyes, as Kamui continued to pull her away from the gate. Eventually, he dropped her, right next to her classmates. They all surrounded her before she could start running again, with Yaoyorozu grabbing her quickly.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Jiro begged, trying to escape her friend's grasp. It did little as Kaminari began trying to help Yaoyorozu. She… she had to get out. Slowly Jiro began to cry, giving up all attempts to break free. Collapsing to her knees, Jiro watched her tears slowly hit the ground.
"Hey, it's all gonna be fine," Kaminari commented, trying his best to comfort her.
"Jiro, breathe with me, ok?" Yaoyorozu told her, slowly running through a breathing exercise. Slowly Jiro began to feel things calm down, wiping away the tears in her eyes. Quietly her friends began leading her away from the gate and toward the Grizzly Squad's tree. There they all sat down, earning confused and concerned looks from the soldiers. None of them wanted to intrude though, saying they stayed quiet.
Even with her friends trying their best, it helped little to Jiro. Flinching at another explosion, all Jiro could feel, was hopelessness. It was a feeling shared by the rest of the class, yet few wanted to admit it. Every part of her screamed that this would never end. That the constant noise would go on. That her parents… would die. Listening out at the surrounding city, all Jiro could hear was the sounds of death. Explosions, gunfire, screaming, helicopters flying about, trucks driving around, the sound of tracks now clacking on the road, and…
Jiro hesitantly looked up at the sky, hearing the sound of jet engines. She'd been hearing them for days now, but there was something new. It was difficult to make out, but Jiro could have sworn she heard… music. There was a roar of trumpets, with stringed instruments playing behind it, and a bass slowly becoming present. Jiro seemed to be the only one to notice the music, while her classmates slowly became aware of the jet engines.
Just as her classmates began to look up, hundreds of missiles darted by flying toward Musutafu. Watching them go by, Jiro saw the missiles drop down onto the city before dozens of jets flew by overhead. The sound was deafening as hundreds of missiles exploded across the city, and Jiro watched fireballs lift from the city. Everyone just stared at the sight for a moment, before Jiro heard something else now.
Around her, every soldier on UA began to cheer, with Grizzly's squad quickly joining them.
"[Ha! How about ten tons of fuck you!]" one soldier loudly cheered, pumping his fist into the air.
"[Aw! I thought you fuckers wanted to die!]" another taunted, laughing somewhat as the MSF's artillery began firing in tandem with the jets.
"[Got plenty of lead for ya!]" a third added, with more soldiers continuing to cheer the destruction on.
"[Ain't got enough caskets for you fucks!]" A fourth added, the cheering never seeming to end. It was almost as loud as the explosions, as Jiro watched the jets fly by again dropping more explosives. A new sound caught her attention though, as Ape pulled out his Idroid. Someone began talking on the other end, but Jiro didn't understand a word. What she did understand though, was the wide determined smiles that grew on the soldiers' faces.
"[You sons of bitches heard the man! Can't let the flyboys have all the fun now can we!]" a soldier yelled out, earning another cheer from the soldiers, much louder than the ones before. Looking around, Jiro now spotted vehicles driving through UA's main gate, helicopters flying by overhead, and gunfire quickly becoming present around them.
"[Let's move it Marines! Double time!]"