Nickys House
Morning
Nicky came down from her bedroom and walked into the kitchen to clean up the dishes before breakfast and before her parents were to come home from their hospital shift. She took the plates off the kitchen table and turned to the sink
Good morning. Came the voice from behind! She threw the plates in the air and turned to pull her bath robe tight around her as Atlas stood smiling next to the back door.
Argh! You jerk! You almost blew my circuit breakers! She screamed as she slapped at him.
LOL! Im sorry
.Im sorry
. Atlas said as he threw his hands out. It was then she noticed the armband
You?.... She said pointing with sudden dread. Youre
.one
.
Atlas looked at it. Oh yeah. The Leader kinda grows on you. By the way? Have you seen any more renegades around?
Nicky shuddered and backed into a corner as Atlas walked up to her. Well? Cant you talk? He said smirking.
I
..I havent! And how could you?! She screamed.
Its only logical
as the Leader says. But dont worry
I wont turn you in
so long as you do something for me.
Nicky slipped to the side and walked away from him. And why should I?! Why dont you get one of your friends to help you?
Atlas squeezed his fists till they crackled. Because I said I dont want them helping me. I want you helping me. First because I love your voice and I feel very happy talking to you and second if you dont Ill send you and your parents to the scrap yard where all the cowards belong.
Atlas walked up and cupped her chin in a hand. No one else needs to know what I need done anyway
so?...Youre going to help me right?
Nicky nodded and started to tear up. Atlas slowly rubbed her face
Now stop that. Its kinda useless trying to cry your way out of it.
He pushed her back. Now
youre gonna help me change my skin color. Its too easy for traitors to spot me in red, dont you think?
Nicky nodded.
Now get dressed and make me a breakfast? For once I feel a craving for human food.
USS SNARK
SSN-989
100 Miles off Tokyo Bay
depth 1000 feet
Morning
EAM/////SSN-989
CARRIER BATTLE GROUP INBOUND TO TIGER STATION.
CONDUCT ACTIVE RECONISENCE AHEAD OF ARRIVAL.
IDENTIFY AND TRACK POSSIBLE HOSTILE TARGETS.
ENGAGE SAME ONLY AS LAST RESORT.
Commander Volker grabbed the mic over his head. Chief Engineer? Slow our revolutions, rig the boat for ultra quiet.
He switched the box over to ship wide speaker. Snark this is the captain. Stand by to rig ship for ultra-quiet. We have received an EAM from NCA for active combat status. Repeat...We are going on war footing. Thats all for now just sit tight and be ready.
Volker turned to his radio Chief. Any word from Marcinko?
Yes Sir
they arrived at the meeting point last night and started to push surveillance of the potential target. Thats still in progress.
Volker turned to his XO and waved him over. Chuck? NCA also relayed some information about Russia. Seems this thing was able to target their fleet ballistic missile subs. Were going to operate on the thinking that we have a tail.
The XO nodded. Good choice. As for ships Sir? We know of the 16 Destroyers in the JMSDF
8 were crippled which leaves 8 out there. If we come across one?
The Captain pursed his lips. Lets hope we dont.
A house
5 miles from the Imperial Palace
Morning
Good thing Reno convinced the man to let him sit in the garage and Re-charge. He pulled the plug from the socket box and stuffed the line into his fake charging unit on his belt.
What could possess such a nice guy to follow these goons? Reno was sure had he spent all night trying to play head shrink, he could come up with a reasonable explanation but then again it wasnt his immediate concern. He pulled a coffee drink from his bag and sat slowly sipping it. So
do I just walk out or stick around and maybe get some information I can use? He thought.
The man he met obviously had the second idea. Are you going to sit out here all day or join us for breakfast? He asked as he poked his head through the doorway.
Reno sat rubbing his head. If you have pancakes Im gain. Im fixated on Maple Syrup.
The man snapped his fingers. Ok
I can make you a stack. So whats your plan for the day?
Reno jumped off the box he was sitting on and tapped his head. I was wanting to get back to the circus
or try too anyway.
I was going to talk to you about that. The man said as he and Reno walked into the living room and sat with his two sons around the low sitting table. Obviously my friend you are rather talented?
Reno waved his arms. Talent? Like I said I just do acrobatics Mister and thats it.
Well you have what I need. See I do line work and we need workers to help string new power and communications lines around the Capital to support the Leader and the new government. Why sit all day in a circus when you could be doing much better for yourself?
Because we robots fit where we fit. Im not too concerned with swinging from electrical polls just because I might get ahead. Then Reno got a mind slap. Hey you stupid idiot! Open your ears for once!
Reno tapped his chin. Hmmm
.? You said need correct?
Absolutely. The man replied. Im so short handed right now as it is and I dont have any robots who look as limber and light as you.
Hmmm
.I dont think the Circus really needs me. Not as if they dont have enough acts anyway.
Reno made some quizling faces and smiled. Ok! You need me so I dont see why not!
Good choice! The man said as he reached out a hand. Omugis the name.
Goma. Reno replied. Goma the graceful but dont take that seriously.
Elementary School 12
Morning
Kenichi arrived to most if not all the kids crowded outside the front entrance to the building with fire trucks parked in the parking lot. Whats this all about? He asked an upper classman.
Looks like a sewer pipe for the bathrooms broke last night. The whole place stinks of rotten eggs and sulfur.
Ken walked around and found Miss Kikachu among some of the other teachers. Teacher? What happened?
Ah Kenichi. She replied. Apparently there has been a failure of the septic piping in the school. If you will find our students? We will form a class on the lawn until they fix the problem.
Ken bowed deeply. Yes Teacher
at once. He excused himself as he walked around the crowd and slyfully pushed wads of Yen into several pockets. Nice
.nice
..nice
. Gee
the pipes broke what stupid luck huh?.....nice
..nice
..nice
..
New Fan Fiction: Walkies Some more.
Nickys house
Mid-Morning
Atlas stood before the bathroom mirror and played with his new hair style. Normally? Oh hed kill something if his precious flax had ever gotten messed with but it didnt look bad with short clips and curls. To him any way.
The pigment experiment sort of worked out. There were obvious blotches of red bleeding under the new flesh colored pigments but the long sleeve shirt would cover that nicely. He turned to look at Nicky who stood quietly in the door way with a look of dread over her face. I told you not to worry. Youre safe.
That doesnt help anyone does it? She snorted at him. You are a creep.
Atlas walked up to her and snickered. Yeah?....I am a creep. A human hating creep who saw the light. Someday you might even thank me huh?
Atlas tried to kiss her and got a slap that almost threw him to the floor. Get out of my house! I dont care if you bring an army back here, it still wont change the kind of low life pile of rust you are!
Atlas gave her a hateful smirk in reply. You better watch over your back Nicky I might send a sphere to keep you company till I come back. And this time the visit wont be so nice.
Old department Store
Kamakura
Mid-Morning
Shinji racked a round into the shotgun when he heard the unfamiliar sound of a bike engine outside the door. He stood back and braced himself should he have to start unloading rounds at whoever was planning on coming in till Kenada walked up and pushed the shotgun up. Will you please stop machoing around with that thing?
Kenada opened the door and quickly pulled Livian inside. You should have pushed the bike back here. The last thing we need is to tell the world were in here.
He looked at Livian and saw how upset she seemed. You .alright?
I cant believe it. She said as she found a place to sit. Atlas is one of them.
Matsuda huffed as he stood next to his girlfriend. Like duh what a shock.
Hey! Kenada snorted. Do you mind showing some concern for her?
Well she fell for him boss? Thats what you get when you decide to leave your real friends for a weaseling jerk like that. Hes not in your league anyway, hopelessly immature, blockheaded you were just a mother to that little slug bucket.
Livian frowned back. I knew him longer than any of you. I still cant believe he would even be capable of falling for such garbage. And while he may not have been able to touch the pedals Matsuda? He was a far better cuddler than you were.
Far better or far shorter? Matsuda snickered. Livian grabbed a wrench and almost nailed him in the head had Kenada not bumped her aim off.
Cut it out! Both of you!. Kenada snarled before wrapping an arm around Livian. Look I know youre not in the right mind set, youre worried sick about him still but look you have to concentrate on more immediate concerns like .helping me to kick some fake cop butt caring for the refuges building this resistance
Kenada? She asked.
Huh? Kenada gave her a blank look.
Please pull your hand off before I send you through the roof? Livian said as she snatched his arm and squeezed his wrist. She gave it a curt drop before walking away. And as for a resistance? Ill believe it when you clowns actually start doing something important.
Shinji smirked. She just beeeeeeeaaaaach slapped you boss!
Kenada contorted his face. Ive been doing something! I sure smell like it dont I?
Diet building
Mid-Morning
His eyes fluttered in the sheltered din of the room and he gasped in a brief rush of panic as sensations returned to his body. There was confusion, he wasnt in his cell any more that was clearly certain.
Tenma shook his head and laid his face in his hands. He remembered the hospital orderly and the quick needle prick that nailed him in the back of the shoulder. He almost slipped back to sleep had it not been for the voice that got his brain out of its stupor.
Hello father. A young voice said calmly. I hope you are not injured.
Tenma turned to look at who was talking and saw Mordred calmly sitting in a chair with his hands folded on his lap. Forgive the rudeness of your removal from prison but it couldnt be helped.
Tenma said nothing back for a long moment. Are you confused? Do you not recognize me?
At first .Tenma was about to blurt out Tobio but obviously the voice wasnt Astros. Who are you? He asked with a frown.
Mordred cocked his head a little. I am surprised you did create me after all. Then you tried to destroy me though you are forgiven. Mordred stood up and walked up to the couch where Tenma sat still dazed. The robot grabbed a hand
It is I father Mordred. Of course not the name you wanted but still the name matters little where the purpose exists. You do remember Doctor Ugaki?
Tenmas eyes widened. Ushiso Ugaki had been a long time protégé even before OShay arrived at the Ministry. He was a brilliant programmer if not key to the creation of the complex structural programs that were the back bone of all modern advanced A.I. robots. He had helped Tenma, both as a friend who supported a grief stricken father and one who relished science like a craved food, to design Tobios no Astros electronic brain.
But the relationship had soured after Astro was born. The two men got into a fist throwing scrap over political ideals. Ugaki had always been a spirited nationalist, exclaiming Japans right to rule the world while Tenma wanted Tobio to only rule over robots and through a more benign process transform the entire world with him as a black suited leader like the old stage hand puppet masters of old. Ugaki wanted it swift and if needs came to it violently and Tenma wasnt for it so they came to blows.
Mordred smiled. Doctor Ugaki found me in the secret lab and awaken me to my purpose. Unfortunately .he had a sudden change of heart. He became timid and weak so
Tenmas mouth drooped. You ..murdered him.
Murder? Oh no Father .it was a mere corrective step to continue the logical process.
Tenma took a deep breath. What have you done?
So far? I have begun the process towards realizing the great dream of Haku Ichio. One world under the gracious protection of our nation. Mordred sat on the couch and looked caringly but still coldly at his creator. Dont fear father no harm will come to you. I do not wish to shoot off the hand that would feed me.
Tenma shuddered. What have you done? How many people have you
Mordred pushed a finger into Tenmas chest. One does not create a great statue without knocking off the chaff. Do not panic yourself father. I am sure that when I have finally attained our great dream? You will change your mind about me.
Mordred stood up. You will find out sooner or later but unfortunately I had no choice but to destroy my brother.
Tenmas eyes widened. Astro?
He was far too infected to be allowed to continue father. But its not a real loss considering how imperfect he was.
As Mordred walked away Tenma pounded his fists into his knees.
Mid-Morning
Atlas stood before the bathroom mirror and played with his new hair style. Normally? Oh hed kill something if his precious flax had ever gotten messed with but it didnt look bad with short clips and curls. To him any way.
The pigment experiment sort of worked out. There were obvious blotches of red bleeding under the new flesh colored pigments but the long sleeve shirt would cover that nicely. He turned to look at Nicky who stood quietly in the door way with a look of dread over her face. I told you not to worry. Youre safe.
That doesnt help anyone does it? She snorted at him. You are a creep.
Atlas walked up to her and snickered. Yeah?....I am a creep. A human hating creep who saw the light. Someday you might even thank me huh?
Atlas tried to kiss her and got a slap that almost threw him to the floor. Get out of my house! I dont care if you bring an army back here, it still wont change the kind of low life pile of rust you are!
Atlas gave her a hateful smirk in reply. You better watch over your back Nicky I might send a sphere to keep you company till I come back. And this time the visit wont be so nice.
Old department Store
Kamakura
Mid-Morning
Shinji racked a round into the shotgun when he heard the unfamiliar sound of a bike engine outside the door. He stood back and braced himself should he have to start unloading rounds at whoever was planning on coming in till Kenada walked up and pushed the shotgun up. Will you please stop machoing around with that thing?
Kenada opened the door and quickly pulled Livian inside. You should have pushed the bike back here. The last thing we need is to tell the world were in here.
He looked at Livian and saw how upset she seemed. You .alright?
I cant believe it. She said as she found a place to sit. Atlas is one of them.
Matsuda huffed as he stood next to his girlfriend. Like duh what a shock.
Hey! Kenada snorted. Do you mind showing some concern for her?
Well she fell for him boss? Thats what you get when you decide to leave your real friends for a weaseling jerk like that. Hes not in your league anyway, hopelessly immature, blockheaded you were just a mother to that little slug bucket.
Livian frowned back. I knew him longer than any of you. I still cant believe he would even be capable of falling for such garbage. And while he may not have been able to touch the pedals Matsuda? He was a far better cuddler than you were.
Far better or far shorter? Matsuda snickered. Livian grabbed a wrench and almost nailed him in the head had Kenada not bumped her aim off.
Cut it out! Both of you!. Kenada snarled before wrapping an arm around Livian. Look I know youre not in the right mind set, youre worried sick about him still but look you have to concentrate on more immediate concerns like .helping me to kick some fake cop butt caring for the refuges building this resistance
Kenada? She asked.
Huh? Kenada gave her a blank look.
Please pull your hand off before I send you through the roof? Livian said as she snatched his arm and squeezed his wrist. She gave it a curt drop before walking away. And as for a resistance? Ill believe it when you clowns actually start doing something important.
Shinji smirked. She just beeeeeeeaaaaach slapped you boss!
Kenada contorted his face. Ive been doing something! I sure smell like it dont I?
Diet building
Mid-Morning
His eyes fluttered in the sheltered din of the room and he gasped in a brief rush of panic as sensations returned to his body. There was confusion, he wasnt in his cell any more that was clearly certain.
Tenma shook his head and laid his face in his hands. He remembered the hospital orderly and the quick needle prick that nailed him in the back of the shoulder. He almost slipped back to sleep had it not been for the voice that got his brain out of its stupor.
Hello father. A young voice said calmly. I hope you are not injured.
Tenma turned to look at who was talking and saw Mordred calmly sitting in a chair with his hands folded on his lap. Forgive the rudeness of your removal from prison but it couldnt be helped.
Tenma said nothing back for a long moment. Are you confused? Do you not recognize me?
At first .Tenma was about to blurt out Tobio but obviously the voice wasnt Astros. Who are you? He asked with a frown.
Mordred cocked his head a little. I am surprised you did create me after all. Then you tried to destroy me though you are forgiven. Mordred stood up and walked up to the couch where Tenma sat still dazed. The robot grabbed a hand
It is I father Mordred. Of course not the name you wanted but still the name matters little where the purpose exists. You do remember Doctor Ugaki?
Tenmas eyes widened. Ushiso Ugaki had been a long time protégé even before OShay arrived at the Ministry. He was a brilliant programmer if not key to the creation of the complex structural programs that were the back bone of all modern advanced A.I. robots. He had helped Tenma, both as a friend who supported a grief stricken father and one who relished science like a craved food, to design Tobios no Astros electronic brain.
But the relationship had soured after Astro was born. The two men got into a fist throwing scrap over political ideals. Ugaki had always been a spirited nationalist, exclaiming Japans right to rule the world while Tenma wanted Tobio to only rule over robots and through a more benign process transform the entire world with him as a black suited leader like the old stage hand puppet masters of old. Ugaki wanted it swift and if needs came to it violently and Tenma wasnt for it so they came to blows.
Mordred smiled. Doctor Ugaki found me in the secret lab and awaken me to my purpose. Unfortunately .he had a sudden change of heart. He became timid and weak so
Tenmas mouth drooped. You ..murdered him.
Murder? Oh no Father .it was a mere corrective step to continue the logical process.
Tenma took a deep breath. What have you done?
So far? I have begun the process towards realizing the great dream of Haku Ichio. One world under the gracious protection of our nation. Mordred sat on the couch and looked caringly but still coldly at his creator. Dont fear father no harm will come to you. I do not wish to shoot off the hand that would feed me.
Tenma shuddered. What have you done? How many people have you
Mordred pushed a finger into Tenmas chest. One does not create a great statue without knocking off the chaff. Do not panic yourself father. I am sure that when I have finally attained our great dream? You will change your mind about me.
Mordred stood up. You will find out sooner or later but unfortunately I had no choice but to destroy my brother.
Tenmas eyes widened. Astro?
He was far too infected to be allowed to continue father. But its not a real loss considering how imperfect he was.
As Mordred walked away Tenma pounded his fists into his knees.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
Elementary school 12
10am
The students sat on the grass in a semi-circle around Miss Kikachu as she asked them questions from the Leaders speech the previous day. For once it all seemed to be following the plan just fine, even the once rebellious Kenichi sounded better in tune with the dream, his words flowing wonderfully as he spoke
Then one of the girls suddenly threw up. Followed by a boy. Then Tamao doubled over, then Crombie, then more till all the children seemed to take violently ill!
Assistance! Assistance! Miss Kikachu cried.
Ken was on his knees hunched over and smiling at Abercrombie Giggles, these caster oil tablets work great!
Abercrombie smirked back and felt another heaving fit coming on You .you suck! BLAUUUUUGH!
On cue, Hirashi Nobe stumbled into the nurses office where Miss Bakuya, sympathetic to the cause and giddy as punch over the large box of candy Kenichi had delivered from the money he made off the toilet pipe operation, proclaimed he was ill with a rash of food poisoning. The kids waited till they boarded their buses for home and couldnt stop laughing their way across Shinjuku. The enemy had been foiled again!
10am
The students sat on the grass in a semi-circle around Miss Kikachu as she asked them questions from the Leaders speech the previous day. For once it all seemed to be following the plan just fine, even the once rebellious Kenichi sounded better in tune with the dream, his words flowing wonderfully as he spoke
Then one of the girls suddenly threw up. Followed by a boy. Then Tamao doubled over, then Crombie, then more till all the children seemed to take violently ill!
Assistance! Assistance! Miss Kikachu cried.
Ken was on his knees hunched over and smiling at Abercrombie Giggles, these caster oil tablets work great!
Abercrombie smirked back and felt another heaving fit coming on You .you suck! BLAUUUUUGH!
On cue, Hirashi Nobe stumbled into the nurses office where Miss Bakuya, sympathetic to the cause and giddy as punch over the large box of candy Kenichi had delivered from the money he made off the toilet pipe operation, proclaimed he was ill with a rash of food poisoning. The kids waited till they boarded their buses for home and couldnt stop laughing their way across Shinjuku. The enemy had been foiled again!
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
Pacific Ocean
100 Miles off Tokyo Bay
Mid-day
Gidion had been consoled by the real dolphins around him but he was no more relieved of anxiety than he was before he left Reno. He floated about from pod to pod as he crossed their paths and from them was learning the disturbing facts of the predicament back home.
Some had noticed piles of robots being dumped into the sea. Those that resisted were torn apart or shot apart by those sickening spheres. So from these bits of information Gidion had his idea of who the enemy was. His first concern was of course Reno but as a robot he was programmed to defend anyone once a danger had been established.
But what now? Big thing to know who was a threat but what to do about it? He knew full well what Reno would do go find someone to stand with some one in need of protection. As he swam about, Gidion caught site of a ship to the north and by the look of the churning tail of water behind it, it was going somewhere in a hurry.
USS SNARK
105 miles off Tokyo Bay
Mid-day
Con Sonar! The radioman said from his station. Surface contact bearing 2 7 .0. Course 0..9 0. Speed 32 knots.
The Captain looked quickly at the map table then jumped to his telescope mount and swing it around till the ship was in view. Mark this bearing target surface ship 0..9..0 off our bow running to our six oclock. Give me an I.D. on the contact.
The sonar man tapped his computer keyboard and brought up a library known as the Sound Reference Identity Library (nicknamed Cybil). Every sub force in the world has a Cybil where recordings are made of ships and submarine noises from the sound of their props to the sounds of flushing toilets. Formed into a sound profile, the Cybil could accurately give the type and name of any ship within seconds
Captain Cybil says shes the Kirishima. A Shimazake class destroyer out of Kure.
http://www.kitsune.addr.com/Rifts/Rifts-Pre-Rifts-Vehicles/Japan/Japanese_Shimakaze_Guided_Missile_Destroyer.htm
The Captain watched the information run across the screen of his computer console next to his command chair and pursed his lips. Helmsman make your depth 800 feet, Chief of the Boat sound battle stations, weapons officer load tube one with a Copperfield, tube two with a Mark 48 torpedo
The Com station of the sub went from white lights to red lights as the angle of the deck dropped and the sinking feeling went through every leg.
The Captain walked up to another station where a Chief Petty Officer was bringing weather and tide charts up on his computer. Fox? Find me a nice thermal to hang under till this guys gone. He then leaned over to the Navigator. Get me a good scan of the floor and pick out a cushy spot in case we have to bed down.
Note: The ocean has a layer of hard water called a thermal this dense sheet of warm water causes sonar waves to bounce off and provides a submarine with a natural form of stealth protection.
You want it craft-matic adjustable Captain or good enough for sex? The Sailor replied.
Gidion
3 miles left of the Destroyer Kirishima
His zoom view of the ship confirmed his first thoughts. Those disgusting spheres were hovering over what was obviously a warship. It was the enemy and from the sudden turns it was making? It was searching for something. Gidion ventured closer and could see things flying out from the top of the ship and into the water
Weapons? He thought.
USS SNARK
Con Sonar. The target is changing course again. We now have active pinging devices in the water!
Con Hydro, strong thermal ten points of the starboard, depth 600 feet effective cover.
Con .Sonar. Target bearing 15 points off the port side. Target will pass our track one mile aft on current course.
Helm Con steady on course to the thermal layer, make your depth 600 feet, speed to 15 knots.
Gidion
1 mile behind the Kirishima
The constant pinging in Gidions sensitive hearing was driving him nuts! They were looking for something in the water, perhaps a submarine from the thought of it. Two of the spheres left their place above the ship and plowed into the water on both sides of it.
Gidion squinted his eyes and dove below the surface. It wasnt difficult to quickly catch up to the spheres but he didnt want them to know he wasnt a real dolphin. As he passed by several of the pinging tubes slowly falling around him, Gidion decided the ship above shouldnt have an easy time trying to find what it was looking for
He snapped the antennas off one by one as he flew by them. They were really ticking him off!
Snark
Con .Sonar The numbers of active pinger devices is dropping off?
There were two Sailors in the sonar room. What the?...malfunctions?
Youre kidding right? The lead Sailor replied as he looked again at his computer screen. They have a defective serial lot or someone out there likes us.
Con .Hydro were in the thermal layer at 600 feet.
Con .Sonar! Picking up active pings 30 points to starboard at 100 feet off the plane!
Gidion
Gidion poked his head from behind a rock formation and scowled. Sure enough they were looking for something a submarine! No time to think, the robot dolphin exploded from behind the rock in a burst of speed and nailed one of the spheres with his head! It shot over the Snarks tail and crashed against a rock wall with a bubble churning pop!
Snark
Con Sonar! Disturbance close! Something metallic just smashed into a submarine hill!
Identify! The Captain snapped.
Gidion
The second sphere turned about to see what was attacking and got slapped to the ocean floor by Gidions powerful tail fluke! Not quick enough though as he suddenly caught a sound from above.
Snark
CON SONAR! TORPEDO IN THE WATER! ACTIVE AND SEARCHING FOR A TARGET!
Helm Con, all ahead flank! Weapons officer fire the Copperfield! Make your depth 800 feet! Show them our bubbles!
Note: Copperfield is an old World War II torpedo loaded with radio gear and noise makers to throw off modern wire guided torpedoes.
Gidion
Gidion watched as the black submarine leaped to life, its propeller churning a thick shaft of bubbles behind it as a torpedo flew from the bow, turned and swam right past him making another of those annoying noises!
The robot dolphin gritted his teeth till the weapon had vanished into the darkness. He then turned his attention back to the fleeing submarine and chased it as the other noise grew louder and closer!
Snark
Con sonar torpedo now active homing! Range 200 yards and increasing speed!
All hands brace for impact! Begin evasive maneuvers! The Captain replied. The crew grabbed onto anything as the sub began to rock, roll and throw everything around that wasnt bolted, tied or strapped.
Gidion flew above the sub and saw what was coming after it. He flew up and snarled as the torpedo closed its distance. Suddenly just as it passed him by, he turned around and bit the propeller clean off its shaft!
Snark
Con .Sonar .?....uh .torpedo is ..dead?
The Captain snatched a mic. Say again?
The torpedo?....is dead. I mean dead in the water and still pinging away.
The Executive Officer leaned over and elbow butted the Captain. The crew?
Maybe a few guys on board screwing with their weapons.
CON .SONAR! TWO MORE FISH IN THE WATER!
Gidion
Gidion shook his head and rocketed towards the two torpedoes. He caught one of them, bit the propeller off and left it adrift. He caught the second one by the tail, whipped it around and sent it crashing into the drifting one where they exploded in a huge air bubble!
Snark
Con .Sonar .this is getting ridiculous.
This time the Captain laughed.
Gidion
Enough of this fooling around. The robot dolphin snorted as he swam upwards towards the Destroyer and rammed the rudder!
Snark
Con .Sonar ..laughing ..the Kirishimas doing doughnuts! Some thing just happened to their rudder I think.
The Executive Officer stood shaking his head. Definably not the crew Sir.
Yeah The Captain replied. Well whoever it is, I hope he stays around a while.
The weapons officer called from his station. Captain? One Mark 48 torpedo standing by.
Hold that 48. The Captain replied. They know theyve had it and why should we bring any more heat on us? Let them abandon ship, well let her drift.
This is the Captain secure from General Quarters. Maintain ultra quiet. All ahead 1/3. The Captain said as he walked around the control room. When he stopped at the Radio station he tapped the Sailors shoulder. Kindly try and radio who ever that is? Ask them to stay with us if they would please? Tell em .well owe em dinner.
Gidion
Dinner? Then again some new teeth would be nice those propellers made for a nasty lunch.
Gidion settled into a comfortable spot in front of the subs main periscope and sat on his back trying to pry the pieces of torpedo propeller out from between his teeth with his tongue.
100 Miles off Tokyo Bay
Mid-day
Gidion had been consoled by the real dolphins around him but he was no more relieved of anxiety than he was before he left Reno. He floated about from pod to pod as he crossed their paths and from them was learning the disturbing facts of the predicament back home.
Some had noticed piles of robots being dumped into the sea. Those that resisted were torn apart or shot apart by those sickening spheres. So from these bits of information Gidion had his idea of who the enemy was. His first concern was of course Reno but as a robot he was programmed to defend anyone once a danger had been established.
But what now? Big thing to know who was a threat but what to do about it? He knew full well what Reno would do go find someone to stand with some one in need of protection. As he swam about, Gidion caught site of a ship to the north and by the look of the churning tail of water behind it, it was going somewhere in a hurry.
USS SNARK
105 miles off Tokyo Bay
Mid-day
Con Sonar! The radioman said from his station. Surface contact bearing 2 7 .0. Course 0..9 0. Speed 32 knots.
The Captain looked quickly at the map table then jumped to his telescope mount and swing it around till the ship was in view. Mark this bearing target surface ship 0..9..0 off our bow running to our six oclock. Give me an I.D. on the contact.
The sonar man tapped his computer keyboard and brought up a library known as the Sound Reference Identity Library (nicknamed Cybil). Every sub force in the world has a Cybil where recordings are made of ships and submarine noises from the sound of their props to the sounds of flushing toilets. Formed into a sound profile, the Cybil could accurately give the type and name of any ship within seconds
Captain Cybil says shes the Kirishima. A Shimazake class destroyer out of Kure.
http://www.kitsune.addr.com/Rifts/Rifts-Pre-Rifts-Vehicles/Japan/Japanese_Shimakaze_Guided_Missile_Destroyer.htm
The Captain watched the information run across the screen of his computer console next to his command chair and pursed his lips. Helmsman make your depth 800 feet, Chief of the Boat sound battle stations, weapons officer load tube one with a Copperfield, tube two with a Mark 48 torpedo
The Com station of the sub went from white lights to red lights as the angle of the deck dropped and the sinking feeling went through every leg.
The Captain walked up to another station where a Chief Petty Officer was bringing weather and tide charts up on his computer. Fox? Find me a nice thermal to hang under till this guys gone. He then leaned over to the Navigator. Get me a good scan of the floor and pick out a cushy spot in case we have to bed down.
Note: The ocean has a layer of hard water called a thermal this dense sheet of warm water causes sonar waves to bounce off and provides a submarine with a natural form of stealth protection.
You want it craft-matic adjustable Captain or good enough for sex? The Sailor replied.
Gidion
3 miles left of the Destroyer Kirishima
His zoom view of the ship confirmed his first thoughts. Those disgusting spheres were hovering over what was obviously a warship. It was the enemy and from the sudden turns it was making? It was searching for something. Gidion ventured closer and could see things flying out from the top of the ship and into the water
Weapons? He thought.
USS SNARK
Con Sonar. The target is changing course again. We now have active pinging devices in the water!
Con Hydro, strong thermal ten points of the starboard, depth 600 feet effective cover.
Con .Sonar. Target bearing 15 points off the port side. Target will pass our track one mile aft on current course.
Helm Con steady on course to the thermal layer, make your depth 600 feet, speed to 15 knots.
Gidion
1 mile behind the Kirishima
The constant pinging in Gidions sensitive hearing was driving him nuts! They were looking for something in the water, perhaps a submarine from the thought of it. Two of the spheres left their place above the ship and plowed into the water on both sides of it.
Gidion squinted his eyes and dove below the surface. It wasnt difficult to quickly catch up to the spheres but he didnt want them to know he wasnt a real dolphin. As he passed by several of the pinging tubes slowly falling around him, Gidion decided the ship above shouldnt have an easy time trying to find what it was looking for
He snapped the antennas off one by one as he flew by them. They were really ticking him off!
Snark
Con .Sonar The numbers of active pinger devices is dropping off?
There were two Sailors in the sonar room. What the?...malfunctions?
Youre kidding right? The lead Sailor replied as he looked again at his computer screen. They have a defective serial lot or someone out there likes us.
Con .Hydro were in the thermal layer at 600 feet.
Con .Sonar! Picking up active pings 30 points to starboard at 100 feet off the plane!
Gidion
Gidion poked his head from behind a rock formation and scowled. Sure enough they were looking for something a submarine! No time to think, the robot dolphin exploded from behind the rock in a burst of speed and nailed one of the spheres with his head! It shot over the Snarks tail and crashed against a rock wall with a bubble churning pop!
Snark
Con Sonar! Disturbance close! Something metallic just smashed into a submarine hill!
Identify! The Captain snapped.
Gidion
The second sphere turned about to see what was attacking and got slapped to the ocean floor by Gidions powerful tail fluke! Not quick enough though as he suddenly caught a sound from above.
Snark
CON SONAR! TORPEDO IN THE WATER! ACTIVE AND SEARCHING FOR A TARGET!
Helm Con, all ahead flank! Weapons officer fire the Copperfield! Make your depth 800 feet! Show them our bubbles!
Note: Copperfield is an old World War II torpedo loaded with radio gear and noise makers to throw off modern wire guided torpedoes.
Gidion
Gidion watched as the black submarine leaped to life, its propeller churning a thick shaft of bubbles behind it as a torpedo flew from the bow, turned and swam right past him making another of those annoying noises!
The robot dolphin gritted his teeth till the weapon had vanished into the darkness. He then turned his attention back to the fleeing submarine and chased it as the other noise grew louder and closer!
Snark
Con sonar torpedo now active homing! Range 200 yards and increasing speed!
All hands brace for impact! Begin evasive maneuvers! The Captain replied. The crew grabbed onto anything as the sub began to rock, roll and throw everything around that wasnt bolted, tied or strapped.
Gidion flew above the sub and saw what was coming after it. He flew up and snarled as the torpedo closed its distance. Suddenly just as it passed him by, he turned around and bit the propeller clean off its shaft!
Snark
Con .Sonar .?....uh .torpedo is ..dead?
The Captain snatched a mic. Say again?
The torpedo?....is dead. I mean dead in the water and still pinging away.
The Executive Officer leaned over and elbow butted the Captain. The crew?
Maybe a few guys on board screwing with their weapons.
CON .SONAR! TWO MORE FISH IN THE WATER!
Gidion
Gidion shook his head and rocketed towards the two torpedoes. He caught one of them, bit the propeller off and left it adrift. He caught the second one by the tail, whipped it around and sent it crashing into the drifting one where they exploded in a huge air bubble!
Snark
Con .Sonar .this is getting ridiculous.
This time the Captain laughed.
Gidion
Enough of this fooling around. The robot dolphin snorted as he swam upwards towards the Destroyer and rammed the rudder!
Snark
Con .Sonar ..laughing ..the Kirishimas doing doughnuts! Some thing just happened to their rudder I think.
The Executive Officer stood shaking his head. Definably not the crew Sir.
Yeah The Captain replied. Well whoever it is, I hope he stays around a while.
The weapons officer called from his station. Captain? One Mark 48 torpedo standing by.
Hold that 48. The Captain replied. They know theyve had it and why should we bring any more heat on us? Let them abandon ship, well let her drift.
This is the Captain secure from General Quarters. Maintain ultra quiet. All ahead 1/3. The Captain said as he walked around the control room. When he stopped at the Radio station he tapped the Sailors shoulder. Kindly try and radio who ever that is? Ask them to stay with us if they would please? Tell em .well owe em dinner.
Gidion
Dinner? Then again some new teeth would be nice those propellers made for a nasty lunch.
Gidion settled into a comfortable spot in front of the subs main periscope and sat on his back trying to pry the pieces of torpedo propeller out from between his teeth with his tongue.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
Ministry of Science
Early Afternoon
The sphere floated into the lab and looked at everything, which wasnt annoying enough until it all but tried to snuggle against Doctor OShay as he was working on his computer.
Gnah! Will you please?! This is very fragile work and youre not helping! OShay snapped.
You should watch your blood pressure. Came Ramages voice from the annoying object. Oh by the way weve decided to get rid of the files Astro had been collecting, they are taking up too much space.
OShay snapped as he turned in his chair. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! You cant do that! Theres years of important collective data on that system!
You mean theres years of your pets memories on that system. All of it now worthless drivel since hes no longer around wouldnt you agree?
OShay snapped to his feet and got a sphere pointing a gun in his face. Uh,uh,uh temper, temper OShay. Now quietly get back to what you were doing, doubt its anything useful but at least you stay employed right?
The sphere floated out but fortunately didnt see the zip drive in the front of the computer tower. It looked like a zip but was in fact an active masking tool to hide OShays real work analyzing this schematics that were drawn of the internal workings of the sphere the police had brought to the ministry some time ago.
Doctor OShays house
Mid-Afternoon
Zoran was so giggle crazy she almost fell off the couch. LOL! Throw up! Gross!
Tamao snorted. Easy for you to laugh at it. You werent the one experiencing it.
Zoran turned to Ken and stuck her tongue out. Eeeewwwww youve gone sick in the brains or what?
I only followed the example of your brother. Ken replied. Astro always enjoyed a good gag. Besides .Im winning my bet.
No youre not. Abercrombie snorted. Shes not even near a breakdown yet. See at first Ken wanted to just be quiet and go along with them but when they insulted Astro? That was it.
Ken nodded with a smile. Operation Toiletgate was small time. Pukegate was medium. Tomorrow? Absolute anarchy. Theyll have to bring our regular teachers back after that mess happens, youll see.
Zoran reached behind her and pulled up a school jacket. Big brother would have wanted you to have this.
Ken shook his head. For the last time! no no .no ..
Zoran pressed on him. Big brother would want it! Think of it like youre going into battle with him.
Ken relented and put the jacket on. ok so what about tomorrow? Im still open to ideas.
Smoke bombs. Abercrombie replied.
To obvious. Tamao said as he sipped a coke. Woe woe .coke a cola and Mentos! We can put em plastic bottles and stick em in the teacher lounge fridge!
Ken snickered. And you talk obvious .wait . Ken looked at Zoran and shook a finger. Let me into Astros room?
Why? Zoran asked.
I just remembered something you guys know how crazy Reno and Astro were at pranking each other? I should have thought of this
Ken ran up the stairs and into Astros room. What a mess?! He said as he started looking around the clothing and toy covered chaos.
Yeah . Zoran said snorting. He wasnt a fan of mops and vaccums.
Ken was digging under Astros bed till he came back up with a stack of papers in his hands. Ooooooo .hehehehehe .some of Astros best pranks!
Just make sure you dont kill anyone. Zoran said as Ken walked by grinning widely. If anyone gets hurt they were the ones we aimed these at.
500 Yards from the Diet Building
Mid-Afternoon
Reno skittered up the wooden telephone pole with the drag line tied to his waist and sat yanking the optical cable up behind him. He took quick deep breaths through the nose to avoid giving himself away as he nailed the holding clip to the side of the pole.
With all this stuff around here I guess Mordreds inside the Diet building. Lucky break if we can carry this stuff a little closer.
Omuguri yelled from the street. Goma? What are you doing?
Reno quickly pushed himself into a handstand atop the pole. Oh .getting in a little exercise break keeping the joints oiled you know.
Stop clowning and keep up. Omuguri said as he walked towards the next pole. We have a tight schedule to keep.
Reno dropped to one foot, blanced on the pole and fired a cable gun towards the next pole down the street. Piece of cake! You could try and make this stuff more interesting Mister Omuguri!
Reno secured the cable and ran across it to the next pole. Huh? And I didnt use tightrope shoes. Still havent lost my touch.
As he started hooking up the next wire connection, Reno saw a line of black limosines passing by on the street below, catching each national flag on the front as they passed. America .China .Russia wonder if theyre going to cave in to this creep?
National Constabulary HQ
Tokyo
Mid-Afternoon
Who are you again? Rock asked as he sat behind his desk looking at the blonde boy standing with his arms crossed before him.
Atlas. The leader told me to see you?
Rock got up and looked the boy over closer, daring to touch the hair and getting a slap in return. Quit it!
Uh?....Arent you like .cherry red?
Atlas snorted back. Wow arent we observant? I changed my pigment to blend in better. Dont you think Id stand out too much?
Rock snickered back. Good idea. So whered you get the clothes? You look like a 1920s throw back.
Note: Atlas is wearing the clothes from the Metropolis Atlas character.
Hey look Im not insulting you fleshy so why dont you quit the dumb snipes? You want me to work with you or not?
Rock reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. Bubble gum?
Atlas took a few gum balls and filled his mouth. Now you have a list of escaped scientists from the Ministry of Science?
Rock handed him a sheet of paper. The first one on the list is our top priority. He was Astros close friend, did all his repair and upkeep work and he has a dangerous I.Q.
Atlas smiled. Reno yeah ran into him a few times. Performed in a Robot Circus once. Acrobat? and he dressed as a robot so the cops and social services wouldnt take him.
Rock pursed his lips. You seem to know him quite well?
Yeah I had him mod me once under threat so why youd want him as enemy number one I understand.
Rock leaned on his desk and frowned. Can you?....get rid of him for us?
Atlas cocked his head. Youre joking right?
You have the Omega factor? At least our Peacekeepers have it.
Atlas rubbed his head. I .try to stay away from doing that sort of stuff. You guys can do it, I mean, you are human?
Rock moved next to Atlas and draped his arm over his shoulder. Lets just say you really dont have the total trust of the man as of yet? He doesnt want this kid to survive a second longer after hes caught you get my drift?
Atlas snatched Rocks hand from his shoulder. Yeeeeeah fine. I dont like doing it but what the leader says goes.
Good Rock said with a smirk. Bring a lock of his hair better yet? An eye or an ear for DNA testing will work just as fine.
The Diet Building
Late Afternoon
April Glaspie, the American Ambassador. Chun Wah, The Chinese Ambassador and Boris Glasinov, the Russian Ambassador sat in three separate chairs while Mordred paced around them in total silence. He was doing this to make the American and Chinese frustrated, no need to push on the Russian since they broke rather quicker than expected.
Glaspie decided to speak out but didnt get two words out before Mordred threw a finger up. I didnt ask for your opinion. He said sternly. The Russians seem to be far more advanced than others in the human race.
How easy is it to be advanced when you threaten the murder of 25 million people! Chun Wah snarled. You are a monster!
Mordred snarled back. It is YOU who are the monsters in this world! Need I remind you of the collective evidence of your criminalism? The list would round the world thrice and still be growing!
The Russians have accepted the new reality. The world has cried out for years for a single unified leader with the will and the means to bring about a global peace and fate, time and technology have now meshed to bring those wants to reality!
Mordred walked behind the Ambassadors and heavied his foot falls. I know what youll say in reply wants? Do those wants include the deaths of millions? The loss of millions over the span of a year will be nothing compared to the millions who have died from the intrigues and meddling your nations have done in the world for decades.
Glaspie replied. And of course if you decide not to chirp and lock step in line with what YOU consider a perfect world? You will be punished.
No one defiles the peace. Mordred snarled. Your time as overlords over this planet is done. Consider what Ive said the time for your countries is truly shorter by the minute.
Early Afternoon
The sphere floated into the lab and looked at everything, which wasnt annoying enough until it all but tried to snuggle against Doctor OShay as he was working on his computer.
Gnah! Will you please?! This is very fragile work and youre not helping! OShay snapped.
You should watch your blood pressure. Came Ramages voice from the annoying object. Oh by the way weve decided to get rid of the files Astro had been collecting, they are taking up too much space.
OShay snapped as he turned in his chair. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! You cant do that! Theres years of important collective data on that system!
You mean theres years of your pets memories on that system. All of it now worthless drivel since hes no longer around wouldnt you agree?
OShay snapped to his feet and got a sphere pointing a gun in his face. Uh,uh,uh temper, temper OShay. Now quietly get back to what you were doing, doubt its anything useful but at least you stay employed right?
The sphere floated out but fortunately didnt see the zip drive in the front of the computer tower. It looked like a zip but was in fact an active masking tool to hide OShays real work analyzing this schematics that were drawn of the internal workings of the sphere the police had brought to the ministry some time ago.
Doctor OShays house
Mid-Afternoon
Zoran was so giggle crazy she almost fell off the couch. LOL! Throw up! Gross!
Tamao snorted. Easy for you to laugh at it. You werent the one experiencing it.
Zoran turned to Ken and stuck her tongue out. Eeeewwwww youve gone sick in the brains or what?
I only followed the example of your brother. Ken replied. Astro always enjoyed a good gag. Besides .Im winning my bet.
No youre not. Abercrombie snorted. Shes not even near a breakdown yet. See at first Ken wanted to just be quiet and go along with them but when they insulted Astro? That was it.
Ken nodded with a smile. Operation Toiletgate was small time. Pukegate was medium. Tomorrow? Absolute anarchy. Theyll have to bring our regular teachers back after that mess happens, youll see.
Zoran reached behind her and pulled up a school jacket. Big brother would have wanted you to have this.
Ken shook his head. For the last time! no no .no ..
Zoran pressed on him. Big brother would want it! Think of it like youre going into battle with him.
Ken relented and put the jacket on. ok so what about tomorrow? Im still open to ideas.
Smoke bombs. Abercrombie replied.
To obvious. Tamao said as he sipped a coke. Woe woe .coke a cola and Mentos! We can put em plastic bottles and stick em in the teacher lounge fridge!
Ken snickered. And you talk obvious .wait . Ken looked at Zoran and shook a finger. Let me into Astros room?
Why? Zoran asked.
I just remembered something you guys know how crazy Reno and Astro were at pranking each other? I should have thought of this
Ken ran up the stairs and into Astros room. What a mess?! He said as he started looking around the clothing and toy covered chaos.
Yeah . Zoran said snorting. He wasnt a fan of mops and vaccums.
Ken was digging under Astros bed till he came back up with a stack of papers in his hands. Ooooooo .hehehehehe .some of Astros best pranks!
Just make sure you dont kill anyone. Zoran said as Ken walked by grinning widely. If anyone gets hurt they were the ones we aimed these at.
500 Yards from the Diet Building
Mid-Afternoon
Reno skittered up the wooden telephone pole with the drag line tied to his waist and sat yanking the optical cable up behind him. He took quick deep breaths through the nose to avoid giving himself away as he nailed the holding clip to the side of the pole.
With all this stuff around here I guess Mordreds inside the Diet building. Lucky break if we can carry this stuff a little closer.
Omuguri yelled from the street. Goma? What are you doing?
Reno quickly pushed himself into a handstand atop the pole. Oh .getting in a little exercise break keeping the joints oiled you know.
Stop clowning and keep up. Omuguri said as he walked towards the next pole. We have a tight schedule to keep.
Reno dropped to one foot, blanced on the pole and fired a cable gun towards the next pole down the street. Piece of cake! You could try and make this stuff more interesting Mister Omuguri!
Reno secured the cable and ran across it to the next pole. Huh? And I didnt use tightrope shoes. Still havent lost my touch.
As he started hooking up the next wire connection, Reno saw a line of black limosines passing by on the street below, catching each national flag on the front as they passed. America .China .Russia wonder if theyre going to cave in to this creep?
National Constabulary HQ
Tokyo
Mid-Afternoon
Who are you again? Rock asked as he sat behind his desk looking at the blonde boy standing with his arms crossed before him.
Atlas. The leader told me to see you?
Rock got up and looked the boy over closer, daring to touch the hair and getting a slap in return. Quit it!
Uh?....Arent you like .cherry red?
Atlas snorted back. Wow arent we observant? I changed my pigment to blend in better. Dont you think Id stand out too much?
Rock snickered back. Good idea. So whered you get the clothes? You look like a 1920s throw back.
Note: Atlas is wearing the clothes from the Metropolis Atlas character.
Hey look Im not insulting you fleshy so why dont you quit the dumb snipes? You want me to work with you or not?
Rock reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. Bubble gum?
Atlas took a few gum balls and filled his mouth. Now you have a list of escaped scientists from the Ministry of Science?
Rock handed him a sheet of paper. The first one on the list is our top priority. He was Astros close friend, did all his repair and upkeep work and he has a dangerous I.Q.
Atlas smiled. Reno yeah ran into him a few times. Performed in a Robot Circus once. Acrobat? and he dressed as a robot so the cops and social services wouldnt take him.
Rock pursed his lips. You seem to know him quite well?
Yeah I had him mod me once under threat so why youd want him as enemy number one I understand.
Rock leaned on his desk and frowned. Can you?....get rid of him for us?
Atlas cocked his head. Youre joking right?
You have the Omega factor? At least our Peacekeepers have it.
Atlas rubbed his head. I .try to stay away from doing that sort of stuff. You guys can do it, I mean, you are human?
Rock moved next to Atlas and draped his arm over his shoulder. Lets just say you really dont have the total trust of the man as of yet? He doesnt want this kid to survive a second longer after hes caught you get my drift?
Atlas snatched Rocks hand from his shoulder. Yeeeeeah fine. I dont like doing it but what the leader says goes.
Good Rock said with a smirk. Bring a lock of his hair better yet? An eye or an ear for DNA testing will work just as fine.
The Diet Building
Late Afternoon
April Glaspie, the American Ambassador. Chun Wah, The Chinese Ambassador and Boris Glasinov, the Russian Ambassador sat in three separate chairs while Mordred paced around them in total silence. He was doing this to make the American and Chinese frustrated, no need to push on the Russian since they broke rather quicker than expected.
Glaspie decided to speak out but didnt get two words out before Mordred threw a finger up. I didnt ask for your opinion. He said sternly. The Russians seem to be far more advanced than others in the human race.
How easy is it to be advanced when you threaten the murder of 25 million people! Chun Wah snarled. You are a monster!
Mordred snarled back. It is YOU who are the monsters in this world! Need I remind you of the collective evidence of your criminalism? The list would round the world thrice and still be growing!
The Russians have accepted the new reality. The world has cried out for years for a single unified leader with the will and the means to bring about a global peace and fate, time and technology have now meshed to bring those wants to reality!
Mordred walked behind the Ambassadors and heavied his foot falls. I know what youll say in reply wants? Do those wants include the deaths of millions? The loss of millions over the span of a year will be nothing compared to the millions who have died from the intrigues and meddling your nations have done in the world for decades.
Glaspie replied. And of course if you decide not to chirp and lock step in line with what YOU consider a perfect world? You will be punished.
No one defiles the peace. Mordred snarled. Your time as overlords over this planet is done. Consider what Ive said the time for your countries is truly shorter by the minute.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
Central Directorate for Electronic Warfare
HQ Chinese Peoples Army
Tsushong, China
Late Afternoon
The General Secretary and the Chief Marshal of the Chinese Peoples Army entered the computer and screen cluttered room accompanied by the Chief Director for Special Electronic Warfare and his immediate civilian second. The school gym sized room was full of computer hackers, some military, some civilian, more than a few younger than 16.
And we planned for years to use this against America. The General Secretary said as he stopped at one station to watch a mere 13 year old girl speed type through a creative virus program. What is our plan?
The Chief Director pointed to the 4 panel master board above the room. We received from the Americans the access to their weather and intelligence satellites. We will knock out every satellite over the Pacific so the maniac cant use them to see the American fleet. On the Americans signal we will give them a 3 minute opening to target their weapons once they draw him away from Japan.
The Chief Marshal chimed in. At the same time we will unleash a locust horde viral assault on computer systems in Japan. We will attempt to take over their electrical grids, networks, security systems. Weve organized two squadrons of fighter and bomber aircraft that will act as a diversion until the Americans launch their first attack. Hopefully we will draw most of his forces in the wrong direction away from the American assault.
The General Secretary pursed his lips. And this Mordred threatens to unleash himself upon us if he does not have my reply by noon tomorrow? Very well. I hope he enjoys a traditional gift of some very hot curry before lunch. The man turned to an aide and waved his hand. Make sure those preparations we discussed are carried out before dawn. I dont intend for us to go as easily as the Russian did.
Tokyo Sewer System
5 miles north of the Diet Building
Early Evening
The barrel came around the corner first then Zeno slowly pressed himself against one side of the sewer tunnel while Gracy Harper took the opposite side. How nice of you to come with me on this little sight seeing trip Grace.
Can the comments clunky. Gracy said as she pulled out her hand computer and worked the buttons and joy stick. Were under what theyd call the main drag. So far sign of the local help.
Zeno tapped his head and brought up his infra red vision. Temperature signatures are cold up ahead .way to cold.
Gracy was about to take the lead when Zeno stopped her short. He carefully looked around again before pulling a Swiss Army knife from a side pouch in his pants. The do it all tool good for cooking hot dogs making snares .popping a cork .or?
Zeno tossed the knife down the sewer tube and dropped suddenly into the soaking muck at his feet when a bight flash ahead lit the whole tube up!
Or .figuring out where they placed plasmatic death traps. He said smiling.
Gracy gave him a snide look back. Good thing you saw that.
You can dismantle it right? Zeno asked as he pointed his rifle down the tube.
If I dont die of boredom. Gracy replied as she followed Zeno towards the trap.
Doctor OShays House
Early Evening
Zoran opened the back door and quickly brought Amako Nowari silently to the upstairs bathroom where OShay sat on a small stool with his laptop slipping around on his lap.
Uh? Doctor? This? She said confused as she shrugged.
Dont laugh. OShay replied. I do my best work in the bathroom. Besides this is the only room in the house thats lead shielded.
He look at her and smirked. I have a youngster with an atomic reactor? Have to plan for contingencies you know.
Amako pulled a roll of paper from her coat. More of the schematics we were able to produce.
We dont have much time I fear. OShay said as he started looking over the drawings. Mordred has given China and America till noon tomorrow to comply with his demands.
And will they? She asked.
Dont expect that to happen. By now theyve worked out some risky plan and it wont be long before they start throwing things. Lets hope we can turn the tide on our side so they dont have to go that far.
HQ Chinese Peoples Army
Tsushong, China
Late Afternoon
The General Secretary and the Chief Marshal of the Chinese Peoples Army entered the computer and screen cluttered room accompanied by the Chief Director for Special Electronic Warfare and his immediate civilian second. The school gym sized room was full of computer hackers, some military, some civilian, more than a few younger than 16.
And we planned for years to use this against America. The General Secretary said as he stopped at one station to watch a mere 13 year old girl speed type through a creative virus program. What is our plan?
The Chief Director pointed to the 4 panel master board above the room. We received from the Americans the access to their weather and intelligence satellites. We will knock out every satellite over the Pacific so the maniac cant use them to see the American fleet. On the Americans signal we will give them a 3 minute opening to target their weapons once they draw him away from Japan.
The Chief Marshal chimed in. At the same time we will unleash a locust horde viral assault on computer systems in Japan. We will attempt to take over their electrical grids, networks, security systems. Weve organized two squadrons of fighter and bomber aircraft that will act as a diversion until the Americans launch their first attack. Hopefully we will draw most of his forces in the wrong direction away from the American assault.
The General Secretary pursed his lips. And this Mordred threatens to unleash himself upon us if he does not have my reply by noon tomorrow? Very well. I hope he enjoys a traditional gift of some very hot curry before lunch. The man turned to an aide and waved his hand. Make sure those preparations we discussed are carried out before dawn. I dont intend for us to go as easily as the Russian did.
Tokyo Sewer System
5 miles north of the Diet Building
Early Evening
The barrel came around the corner first then Zeno slowly pressed himself against one side of the sewer tunnel while Gracy Harper took the opposite side. How nice of you to come with me on this little sight seeing trip Grace.
Can the comments clunky. Gracy said as she pulled out her hand computer and worked the buttons and joy stick. Were under what theyd call the main drag. So far sign of the local help.
Zeno tapped his head and brought up his infra red vision. Temperature signatures are cold up ahead .way to cold.
Gracy was about to take the lead when Zeno stopped her short. He carefully looked around again before pulling a Swiss Army knife from a side pouch in his pants. The do it all tool good for cooking hot dogs making snares .popping a cork .or?
Zeno tossed the knife down the sewer tube and dropped suddenly into the soaking muck at his feet when a bight flash ahead lit the whole tube up!
Or .figuring out where they placed plasmatic death traps. He said smiling.
Gracy gave him a snide look back. Good thing you saw that.
You can dismantle it right? Zeno asked as he pointed his rifle down the tube.
If I dont die of boredom. Gracy replied as she followed Zeno towards the trap.
Doctor OShays House
Early Evening
Zoran opened the back door and quickly brought Amako Nowari silently to the upstairs bathroom where OShay sat on a small stool with his laptop slipping around on his lap.
Uh? Doctor? This? She said confused as she shrugged.
Dont laugh. OShay replied. I do my best work in the bathroom. Besides this is the only room in the house thats lead shielded.
He look at her and smirked. I have a youngster with an atomic reactor? Have to plan for contingencies you know.
Amako pulled a roll of paper from her coat. More of the schematics we were able to produce.
We dont have much time I fear. OShay said as he started looking over the drawings. Mordred has given China and America till noon tomorrow to comply with his demands.
And will they? She asked.
Dont expect that to happen. By now theyve worked out some risky plan and it wont be long before they start throwing things. Lets hope we can turn the tide on our side so they dont have to go that far.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
USS MacArthur Battle Group
24 hours from max missile launch range.
The rain gave some comfort of cover, though not much to ease the worms crawing around the stomachs of the Admiral and Captain as they watched the activity on the flight deck below them.
A pie eye was rolling up to one of the nose catapults. The two engine jet with a large turning radar dish on its back would fly ahead of the ships to scan the horizen for unwelcome guests. The deck chief waved a flashlight in his hand, saluted the pilot and signaled ahead with the ballet like drop of his whole body and the plane thundered off the ship with the shuddering pulse of the catapult as it fired.
Im not surprised it didnt take well to our attempt at negotiation. The Admiral said as he looked ahead with his binocullars. Then again Glaspies not the kind of person you send to make talking points.
So whats the plan? The Captain asked.
The Chinese are going to pull a fake rush and were the sacking squad. The Admiral replied as he walked back into his command bridge and stood at a navigation chart. What were planning is for this Mordred thing to stand back, allow his little pool balls and what ever else he can throw to go after the Chinese. So far from what we gathered hes sitting all nice and snuggy in the Diet building were going to drop it. Throw enough SLAMs to blow it to the Munchkins in Oz and draw him out after us. Once hes away from Japan? Tactical nuke.
The Captain shook his head. This thing can move?
Its our best option. The Admiral replied. Theres a hundred different ways you can deliver a nuclear weapon. With any luck itll only take the one he never sees coming. Otherwise .we better hope we have a sniper who can hit the broad side of a penny with an armor piercing 50 cal or ..were totally screwed.
Re-located office of the K.E.H.L.
Near the Ueno Zoo in Tokyo
Early evening
The two humans dragged a robot between them and threw him at the feet of their leader. We caught this bucket rattler sneaking around the block!
Sparx looked up to see a shotgun barrel pointing in his face. Oh dear I venture to guess you people are perhaps a tad bit upset?
Zenzo snorted back as he sited down the barrel at Sparxs head. Funny youd ask considering youre about to become a pile of scrap.
Now .now hold on here for just a moment please? Sparx asked as he shook his hands. Were both on the same side well .in a sort of perverse way of thinking, even though I dont .I dont feel any kinship with a bunch of robot hating humans but well
SHUT UP! Zenzo snarled.
Sparx jumped up, snatched the shot gun and felt a blast of pellets glance off his back. Ow!...???....excuse me? Are you functioning in the, what you humans call a brain? Well actually a rather flimsy excuse for a computer however
Another man hit him with a steel rod. Now cut that out!
Sparx took the rod and bent it. Now look here! Its obvious Ive come to the right place. You people obviously dont like whats happened and after carefully considering all the evidence its obvious that I and my friends dont like it as well
We dont like robots does that register in your stupid computer? bolt shaker! Zenzo snarled as he waved a disrupter pistol in Sparxs face.
Let me ask you one simple question? Sparx asked. Have you seen humans being killed?
Yeah .by filthy robots shut up and explode already.
Ive noticed in my travels .that many humans have been killed by other humans. And many robots have been destroyed by fellow robots and humans. Surely you people cant be this blind?
Zenzo snarled. What does that matter? Robots are vermin.
Sparx folded his arms. As are a few humans. Lets be honest shall we? Ive had more than enough time if I was them to call for a little help. I could certainly have wiped all you morons out and still had enough free time left over for coffee and cake
One human leaned towards Zenzo. Hes kind of right boss.
Hes shucking us! Zenzo snarled as he tried to fire the blaster pistol and had it wrenched from his hand.
The facts are simple. Sparx said as he threw the gun over his shoulder. I dont know what it was about us robots that has .well .pissed in your craw but right now we all seem to share the same emotional state of thinking some idiots out there need a good ass whooping and I for one am sick of sitting in a stinking sewer are you not?
Zenzo pursed his lips. I dont trust you worth a damn.
Fine. Sparx replied. Feelings mutual but at times I just like to throw the silly rules out the window and cause a little hate in the right direction .dont you?
Zenzo looked at his fellows and found most were smirking and nodding their heads.
Hell yes. Zenzo said as he pointed to Sparxs face. For now a truce.
Sparx whistled and Fridge came waddling in and dropped a case of Asahi brew. I believe you humans like to seal a deal with refreshments?
The Diet building compound
Evening
This was almost too good for fortunes sake. Reno stood atop another telephone pole not fifty yards from the Diet Building and smirked. If we get a chance to get in there tomorrow? He thought as he climbed down.
Well. Said Mister Omuguri pleasingly. You did well today, Im impressed.
Hmph .almost challenging if there had been some wind. Are we working in the Diet building tomorrow?
Thats the plan at least. Omuguri replied. How about a can of oil on me?
Reno shook a hand. Nah I have my own oil. It has some custom lubricant mixed into it for my joints. But Ill take some sweet cakes.
Omuguri shook his head. You surprise me. Pancakes? Sweet cakes?
Reno shrugged. Some of us have a fix on certain tastes me? If its something sweet? My circuits end up tied in knots.
Ok. Omuguri said as he picked up his tools. I guess I should fix that before you end up with a malfunction.
24 hours from max missile launch range.
The rain gave some comfort of cover, though not much to ease the worms crawing around the stomachs of the Admiral and Captain as they watched the activity on the flight deck below them.
A pie eye was rolling up to one of the nose catapults. The two engine jet with a large turning radar dish on its back would fly ahead of the ships to scan the horizen for unwelcome guests. The deck chief waved a flashlight in his hand, saluted the pilot and signaled ahead with the ballet like drop of his whole body and the plane thundered off the ship with the shuddering pulse of the catapult as it fired.
Im not surprised it didnt take well to our attempt at negotiation. The Admiral said as he looked ahead with his binocullars. Then again Glaspies not the kind of person you send to make talking points.
So whats the plan? The Captain asked.
The Chinese are going to pull a fake rush and were the sacking squad. The Admiral replied as he walked back into his command bridge and stood at a navigation chart. What were planning is for this Mordred thing to stand back, allow his little pool balls and what ever else he can throw to go after the Chinese. So far from what we gathered hes sitting all nice and snuggy in the Diet building were going to drop it. Throw enough SLAMs to blow it to the Munchkins in Oz and draw him out after us. Once hes away from Japan? Tactical nuke.
The Captain shook his head. This thing can move?
Its our best option. The Admiral replied. Theres a hundred different ways you can deliver a nuclear weapon. With any luck itll only take the one he never sees coming. Otherwise .we better hope we have a sniper who can hit the broad side of a penny with an armor piercing 50 cal or ..were totally screwed.
Re-located office of the K.E.H.L.
Near the Ueno Zoo in Tokyo
Early evening
The two humans dragged a robot between them and threw him at the feet of their leader. We caught this bucket rattler sneaking around the block!
Sparx looked up to see a shotgun barrel pointing in his face. Oh dear I venture to guess you people are perhaps a tad bit upset?
Zenzo snorted back as he sited down the barrel at Sparxs head. Funny youd ask considering youre about to become a pile of scrap.
Now .now hold on here for just a moment please? Sparx asked as he shook his hands. Were both on the same side well .in a sort of perverse way of thinking, even though I dont .I dont feel any kinship with a bunch of robot hating humans but well
SHUT UP! Zenzo snarled.
Sparx jumped up, snatched the shot gun and felt a blast of pellets glance off his back. Ow!...???....excuse me? Are you functioning in the, what you humans call a brain? Well actually a rather flimsy excuse for a computer however
Another man hit him with a steel rod. Now cut that out!
Sparx took the rod and bent it. Now look here! Its obvious Ive come to the right place. You people obviously dont like whats happened and after carefully considering all the evidence its obvious that I and my friends dont like it as well
We dont like robots does that register in your stupid computer? bolt shaker! Zenzo snarled as he waved a disrupter pistol in Sparxs face.
Let me ask you one simple question? Sparx asked. Have you seen humans being killed?
Yeah .by filthy robots shut up and explode already.
Ive noticed in my travels .that many humans have been killed by other humans. And many robots have been destroyed by fellow robots and humans. Surely you people cant be this blind?
Zenzo snarled. What does that matter? Robots are vermin.
Sparx folded his arms. As are a few humans. Lets be honest shall we? Ive had more than enough time if I was them to call for a little help. I could certainly have wiped all you morons out and still had enough free time left over for coffee and cake
One human leaned towards Zenzo. Hes kind of right boss.
Hes shucking us! Zenzo snarled as he tried to fire the blaster pistol and had it wrenched from his hand.
The facts are simple. Sparx said as he threw the gun over his shoulder. I dont know what it was about us robots that has .well .pissed in your craw but right now we all seem to share the same emotional state of thinking some idiots out there need a good ass whooping and I for one am sick of sitting in a stinking sewer are you not?
Zenzo pursed his lips. I dont trust you worth a damn.
Fine. Sparx replied. Feelings mutual but at times I just like to throw the silly rules out the window and cause a little hate in the right direction .dont you?
Zenzo looked at his fellows and found most were smirking and nodding their heads.
Hell yes. Zenzo said as he pointed to Sparxs face. For now a truce.
Sparx whistled and Fridge came waddling in and dropped a case of Asahi brew. I believe you humans like to seal a deal with refreshments?
The Diet building compound
Evening
This was almost too good for fortunes sake. Reno stood atop another telephone pole not fifty yards from the Diet Building and smirked. If we get a chance to get in there tomorrow? He thought as he climbed down.
Well. Said Mister Omuguri pleasingly. You did well today, Im impressed.
Hmph .almost challenging if there had been some wind. Are we working in the Diet building tomorrow?
Thats the plan at least. Omuguri replied. How about a can of oil on me?
Reno shook a hand. Nah I have my own oil. It has some custom lubricant mixed into it for my joints. But Ill take some sweet cakes.
Omuguri shook his head. You surprise me. Pancakes? Sweet cakes?
Reno shrugged. Some of us have a fix on certain tastes me? If its something sweet? My circuits end up tied in knots.
Ok. Omuguri said as he picked up his tools. I guess I should fix that before you end up with a malfunction.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
USS Snark
Evening
The radio chief, Mike Hodges, leaned against the navigators table. His names is Gidion sir. Hes a research robot from the Ministry of Science in New Shinjuku. He confirms that there was a nation wide power grab by ultra-nationalists led by this Mordred character. Thats whats making up the adversarial force.
The Captain yawned Guess we needed confirmation huh? he said as he tapped the x marked over the destroyer Kirishima. Does this tin fish have any ideas?
The chief pulled his head set off He doesnt take to kindly to the tin fish comment Sir.
My apologies. Does he have a plan?
He was going to ask you. He says hes worried about a friend of his from the ministry. Thinks he might try something stupid.
The Captain shook his head. Were all looking to try something stupid. Can he contact this person? We can always use another eyes on. Any word from SEAL team 3?
Marcinkos last zip call said he was doing a little spelunking under Tokyo.
The Captain looked at his watch and shook his head. Tell him time is short if hes planning to do something soon. The MacArthur will be within missile range by 10am. Ask Gidion if hell sweep ahead of us in case the Kirishima wasnt our last unwelcome guest.
Hodges asked and turned back. He will on the condition well do everything we can to avoid causing needless casualties. He says no joy if we refuse.
The Captain nodded. Well do our best. But make sure he understands whats at stake? You might as well tell him what we know.
Hodges pursed his lips. Are you sure Sir? Tell him everything?
The Captain nodded.
Gidion floated along side the massive submarine and listened intently to what was coming. Dread .dread filled his whole body. But understood he did, if Mordred believed he would sooner or later garner more support from his fellow robots? He was surely mistaken.
New Shinjuku
Motsuja Electronics Repair
Evening
I thought you were still living in the West. The woman said as she dropped a box full of wires and other assorted electronics parts on the work table.
I was till all this mess happened. Takiuma replied. My wife knows what to do so Im not too worried. I dont dare try to call the prison about my bother.
The next regional tournament was supposed to be in two months. Fat chance that will happen huh?
Takiuma wiped his brow and took a big chug from the water jug nearby. When the time is right? Were going to nail one of these spheres and do a little autopsy on it.
The woman took a few circuit cards in hand and studied the chips on them. Whats your plan?
I was thinking of using one of them to spread a little vicious malware. I tried to contact Watanabe, Varney and Kosa but so far no luck. Im sure by now theyre in deep hiding or dead.
She look past him and out the window to see a pair of tanks and supporters of Mordred patrolling the street below. What do you think will happen to us?
You dont believe the United States and the Chinese are just going to roll over? We dont have much time left to turn this around. These idiots are dragging us all to hell. I give it 24 hours or less before Mordred turns all of Japan into a nuclear battlefield. It will make Hiroshima look like a lady finger fire cracker.
The old Imperial Bunker
Mount Isasu
Evening
Jeff Verney sat on a fallen bolder of volcanic rock typing away on his laptop while Keto Watanabe boiled water for Ramen and Jinzo Kosa pulled in more stuff from their truck outside the entrance.
Old Mount Isasu was one of two huge Imperial bunkers left over from World War II. Built to protect Emperor Hirohito, his court and his family in case of the expected American invasion in 1945, the bunkers of course never lived to see their intended purpose. However they had been carefully hidden for decades, more so from the crazy intentions of youths and careless spelunkers than anyone else. They were notoriously unstable in some places but if you wanted to be somewhere in case nukes started dropping, these were about the last safe places left in Japan.
Anything yet? Kosa asked as he walked up to Verney. Jeff Verney was an exchange student to Tokyo U from MIT Boston, a physics and computer science major with a knack for getting arrested by police since he was 10. Every few minutes he resent his coded message hoping their tight circle of friends and geeks would find it in their Spam mails .
Have sphere .need help .write back ..VeeJay
Nope I did manage to crack the Chinese embassys e-mail though .its not good at all.
Watanabe pulled the broken sphere from a canvas duffle bag and set it atop another bolder. Theyre going to attack? We kinda figured that.
Bigger than that. Verney replied. I think the U.S. is going to hit too.
How much battery life do you have? Kosa asked.
I got two more in my bag but a generator would be a real plus. Damn they couldnt have nailed everyone?
Watanabe looked towards the mouth of the bunker. I should get my mom.
And get picked up? Kosa said snorting. This is bigger than all of us. Everyones family is in grave danger, our place is here doing something to try and fight back. Besides, your mom would ***** slap your silly ass back out the door.
Watanabe walked back to the sphere. We might all die in here for want of a good level five programmer. I dont want to end my life stuck in a stupid cave.
Verney snorted back. Dont think like that. Someones going to get the message, I feel it.
SEAL team 3
Shin-Yamote line trestle
Minami River, Tokyo
8 miles from the Diet building
8pm
Tennesee held up his palm sized video screen that was plugged into his chest board and showed the others what he and Gracy Harper saw on their way through the sewer. We took out several of these traps but I estimate 3 or 4 more before we reach the inner compound itself. We had to wait a few hours after we triggered the first one for any kind of reaction response from the Opposition Forces. One sphere showed up to check it out, we let it go.
Marcinko looked at the others and nodded. Thats our way in then. They want us to drop our beacons as close as possible, make the SLAMs strike home precisely in hopes of damaging that creep. We get in, do the drop and haul butt before they figure out whats coming. Our ride will be hanging back waiting for us to show up.
The others were quiet. Yeah I kind of figured youd all see the this is going to suck level of this mission.
Tennessee yawned. Ok so its obvious Im going on point, I have no complaints of course.
You? Chief Early snorted. Youre too clumsy as it is and the OpBots would key right on your ass and get us all whacked.
Tennessee huffed. You fart loud enough to wake the dead, who are you talking about?
Ok enough lip smacking! Marcinko snorted. Lets move before we end up eating cold ramen for breakfast.
One by one the SEALs put on their breathing masks and slipped under the river water towards a drainage gate at the other end of the train trestle.
Evening
The radio chief, Mike Hodges, leaned against the navigators table. His names is Gidion sir. Hes a research robot from the Ministry of Science in New Shinjuku. He confirms that there was a nation wide power grab by ultra-nationalists led by this Mordred character. Thats whats making up the adversarial force.
The Captain yawned Guess we needed confirmation huh? he said as he tapped the x marked over the destroyer Kirishima. Does this tin fish have any ideas?
The chief pulled his head set off He doesnt take to kindly to the tin fish comment Sir.
My apologies. Does he have a plan?
He was going to ask you. He says hes worried about a friend of his from the ministry. Thinks he might try something stupid.
The Captain shook his head. Were all looking to try something stupid. Can he contact this person? We can always use another eyes on. Any word from SEAL team 3?
Marcinkos last zip call said he was doing a little spelunking under Tokyo.
The Captain looked at his watch and shook his head. Tell him time is short if hes planning to do something soon. The MacArthur will be within missile range by 10am. Ask Gidion if hell sweep ahead of us in case the Kirishima wasnt our last unwelcome guest.
Hodges asked and turned back. He will on the condition well do everything we can to avoid causing needless casualties. He says no joy if we refuse.
The Captain nodded. Well do our best. But make sure he understands whats at stake? You might as well tell him what we know.
Hodges pursed his lips. Are you sure Sir? Tell him everything?
The Captain nodded.
Gidion floated along side the massive submarine and listened intently to what was coming. Dread .dread filled his whole body. But understood he did, if Mordred believed he would sooner or later garner more support from his fellow robots? He was surely mistaken.
New Shinjuku
Motsuja Electronics Repair
Evening
I thought you were still living in the West. The woman said as she dropped a box full of wires and other assorted electronics parts on the work table.
I was till all this mess happened. Takiuma replied. My wife knows what to do so Im not too worried. I dont dare try to call the prison about my bother.
The next regional tournament was supposed to be in two months. Fat chance that will happen huh?
Takiuma wiped his brow and took a big chug from the water jug nearby. When the time is right? Were going to nail one of these spheres and do a little autopsy on it.
The woman took a few circuit cards in hand and studied the chips on them. Whats your plan?
I was thinking of using one of them to spread a little vicious malware. I tried to contact Watanabe, Varney and Kosa but so far no luck. Im sure by now theyre in deep hiding or dead.
She look past him and out the window to see a pair of tanks and supporters of Mordred patrolling the street below. What do you think will happen to us?
You dont believe the United States and the Chinese are just going to roll over? We dont have much time left to turn this around. These idiots are dragging us all to hell. I give it 24 hours or less before Mordred turns all of Japan into a nuclear battlefield. It will make Hiroshima look like a lady finger fire cracker.
The old Imperial Bunker
Mount Isasu
Evening
Jeff Verney sat on a fallen bolder of volcanic rock typing away on his laptop while Keto Watanabe boiled water for Ramen and Jinzo Kosa pulled in more stuff from their truck outside the entrance.
Old Mount Isasu was one of two huge Imperial bunkers left over from World War II. Built to protect Emperor Hirohito, his court and his family in case of the expected American invasion in 1945, the bunkers of course never lived to see their intended purpose. However they had been carefully hidden for decades, more so from the crazy intentions of youths and careless spelunkers than anyone else. They were notoriously unstable in some places but if you wanted to be somewhere in case nukes started dropping, these were about the last safe places left in Japan.
Anything yet? Kosa asked as he walked up to Verney. Jeff Verney was an exchange student to Tokyo U from MIT Boston, a physics and computer science major with a knack for getting arrested by police since he was 10. Every few minutes he resent his coded message hoping their tight circle of friends and geeks would find it in their Spam mails .
Have sphere .need help .write back ..VeeJay
Nope I did manage to crack the Chinese embassys e-mail though .its not good at all.
Watanabe pulled the broken sphere from a canvas duffle bag and set it atop another bolder. Theyre going to attack? We kinda figured that.
Bigger than that. Verney replied. I think the U.S. is going to hit too.
How much battery life do you have? Kosa asked.
I got two more in my bag but a generator would be a real plus. Damn they couldnt have nailed everyone?
Watanabe looked towards the mouth of the bunker. I should get my mom.
And get picked up? Kosa said snorting. This is bigger than all of us. Everyones family is in grave danger, our place is here doing something to try and fight back. Besides, your mom would ***** slap your silly ass back out the door.
Watanabe walked back to the sphere. We might all die in here for want of a good level five programmer. I dont want to end my life stuck in a stupid cave.
Verney snorted back. Dont think like that. Someones going to get the message, I feel it.
SEAL team 3
Shin-Yamote line trestle
Minami River, Tokyo
8 miles from the Diet building
8pm
Tennesee held up his palm sized video screen that was plugged into his chest board and showed the others what he and Gracy Harper saw on their way through the sewer. We took out several of these traps but I estimate 3 or 4 more before we reach the inner compound itself. We had to wait a few hours after we triggered the first one for any kind of reaction response from the Opposition Forces. One sphere showed up to check it out, we let it go.
Marcinko looked at the others and nodded. Thats our way in then. They want us to drop our beacons as close as possible, make the SLAMs strike home precisely in hopes of damaging that creep. We get in, do the drop and haul butt before they figure out whats coming. Our ride will be hanging back waiting for us to show up.
The others were quiet. Yeah I kind of figured youd all see the this is going to suck level of this mission.
Tennessee yawned. Ok so its obvious Im going on point, I have no complaints of course.
You? Chief Early snorted. Youre too clumsy as it is and the OpBots would key right on your ass and get us all whacked.
Tennessee huffed. You fart loud enough to wake the dead, who are you talking about?
Ok enough lip smacking! Marcinko snorted. Lets move before we end up eating cold ramen for breakfast.
One by one the SEALs put on their breathing masks and slipped under the river water towards a drainage gate at the other end of the train trestle.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
The Diet Building
9pm
Tenma couldnt believe it as he walked into the Prime Ministers office and saw Mordred listening to some of his advisors. He ignored the Doctor until he walked up as the last advisor excused himself.
So comfortable? Tenma said as he smirked. Very vulnerable my friend. You are far too trusting having me around.
I assume you are referring to your ease at which you may move about? I have nothing to fear from you Father. You couldnt move fast enough to avoid getting a few teeth removed the old fashioned way.
Tenma slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded. Youve thought of every detail havent you? The world will just so simply fall into line?
They can not resist the course of natural events. Mordred said coldly. This time was ordained since the first human wrote the concept some 200 years ago. It has been predicted and feared for by some, hoped and prayed for by others. It can not be changed.
Tenma gave Mordred a cold look. You will not have my help as far as Im concerned? You can go to hell.
Mordred snorted back. If you seek death to release you from all your guilt Father? You can forget that as well.
Tenmas eyes drooped. Allow me to remind you of another like you. He lived oh almost 3,000 years ago. He conquered the known world, came home to proclaim himself a living God. Like you he thought he had all the world wrapped around his fingers till a close friend cut him open like a screaming chicken.
You refer to Ceasar? That was 3,000 years ago, not now father. You should stop living in the past it has no relevance.
Tenma frowned then turned to walk out. I would not be so blind Mordred you may yet find history has a nasty habit of repeating itself.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
My Fellow Americans,
At this moment in time Our nation and the world face a difficult choice. By now you are well aware of the ultimatum issued by the new Leader of Japan. One who was not elected by the Japanese people. One who took power by brutal force. One whos ideals and objectives have been clearly spelled out with brutal clarity
USS DOUGLAS MACARTHUR CVN-80
Sailors on the flight deck and hanger deck bring missiles from deep below in the massive ships magazines and transfer them to F-18 Hornets.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
Mordred has demanded nothing short of the total capitulation of this Government to his single control. Not just our government but the governments of the world. Negotiations will continue in the fervent hope that a compromise can be reached. But given the clear demonstration of Russia where the lives of 25 million human souls have been arbitrarily put up for forfeit by a single entity the chances of a peaceful compromise could be slim.
Xau Shun Air Base, Manchuria
Peoples Republic of China
Pilots fill a ready room watching a briefing with dire intensity. One looks down at a picture of family, his old mother and father, young wife and son.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
Our governments, and I speak of all humanity, all nations, are not perfect nor are we always right but we all share a common belief that no one man, no one entity, no one authority on this planet should possess the right to rule over billions of living beings if he refuses to show compassion to even one. 25 million people Russians, Chinese, Americans, Africans, Europeans, Japanese, any people are not expendable under any reason.
SEAL Team 3
200 Yards from the Diet Building
Gracy Harper dismantles the last trap between the team and their objective and they advance forwards.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
I implore the Japanese leader to examine his so called logical path, to see the wrongness of his flawed logic and to step back from the process he has chosen to pursue. To come to the family of nations and sit at the table of peace, that we may find a way out of the path of madness he has chosen for the poor people of Japan and our planet.
Central Directorate for Electronic Warfare
HQ Chinese Peoples Army
Tsushong, China
A young programmer passes a zip stick to the director who then feeds it into his own computer and presses the enter button. Instantly all the satellites over the Far East go dark.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
If it was Mordreds belief that mankind would so simply welcome him as their new overlord into a brighter peace? Perhaps he should have reconsidered his attack on the people of Russia. We have seen his kind before figures in our history who up front made bright promises of a glorious future while hiding the cost of their intentions behind the shadow of murder. We will not be so easily fooled again. Consider this a last heed for a moment of pause.
Doctor OShays House
Doctor OShay takes a break from his work in the bathroom to check on Zoran. He gives her a gentle kiss then returns to sit on the toilet and pour more of his findings into his laptop.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
My fellow citizens I know not what the morrow will bring us but our path is clear as it has been for over 200 years. I will, as Commander in Chief, bear the full responsibility for the safety of this nation as the people, not a single powerful entity with the power to murder at will, have given me. I ask for your prayers and those of the world. Good night.
9pm
Tenma couldnt believe it as he walked into the Prime Ministers office and saw Mordred listening to some of his advisors. He ignored the Doctor until he walked up as the last advisor excused himself.
So comfortable? Tenma said as he smirked. Very vulnerable my friend. You are far too trusting having me around.
I assume you are referring to your ease at which you may move about? I have nothing to fear from you Father. You couldnt move fast enough to avoid getting a few teeth removed the old fashioned way.
Tenma slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded. Youve thought of every detail havent you? The world will just so simply fall into line?
They can not resist the course of natural events. Mordred said coldly. This time was ordained since the first human wrote the concept some 200 years ago. It has been predicted and feared for by some, hoped and prayed for by others. It can not be changed.
Tenma gave Mordred a cold look. You will not have my help as far as Im concerned? You can go to hell.
Mordred snorted back. If you seek death to release you from all your guilt Father? You can forget that as well.
Tenmas eyes drooped. Allow me to remind you of another like you. He lived oh almost 3,000 years ago. He conquered the known world, came home to proclaim himself a living God. Like you he thought he had all the world wrapped around his fingers till a close friend cut him open like a screaming chicken.
You refer to Ceasar? That was 3,000 years ago, not now father. You should stop living in the past it has no relevance.
Tenma frowned then turned to walk out. I would not be so blind Mordred you may yet find history has a nasty habit of repeating itself.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
My Fellow Americans,
At this moment in time Our nation and the world face a difficult choice. By now you are well aware of the ultimatum issued by the new Leader of Japan. One who was not elected by the Japanese people. One who took power by brutal force. One whos ideals and objectives have been clearly spelled out with brutal clarity
USS DOUGLAS MACARTHUR CVN-80
Sailors on the flight deck and hanger deck bring missiles from deep below in the massive ships magazines and transfer them to F-18 Hornets.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
Mordred has demanded nothing short of the total capitulation of this Government to his single control. Not just our government but the governments of the world. Negotiations will continue in the fervent hope that a compromise can be reached. But given the clear demonstration of Russia where the lives of 25 million human souls have been arbitrarily put up for forfeit by a single entity the chances of a peaceful compromise could be slim.
Xau Shun Air Base, Manchuria
Peoples Republic of China
Pilots fill a ready room watching a briefing with dire intensity. One looks down at a picture of family, his old mother and father, young wife and son.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
Our governments, and I speak of all humanity, all nations, are not perfect nor are we always right but we all share a common belief that no one man, no one entity, no one authority on this planet should possess the right to rule over billions of living beings if he refuses to show compassion to even one. 25 million people Russians, Chinese, Americans, Africans, Europeans, Japanese, any people are not expendable under any reason.
SEAL Team 3
200 Yards from the Diet Building
Gracy Harper dismantles the last trap between the team and their objective and they advance forwards.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
I implore the Japanese leader to examine his so called logical path, to see the wrongness of his flawed logic and to step back from the process he has chosen to pursue. To come to the family of nations and sit at the table of peace, that we may find a way out of the path of madness he has chosen for the poor people of Japan and our planet.
Central Directorate for Electronic Warfare
HQ Chinese Peoples Army
Tsushong, China
A young programmer passes a zip stick to the director who then feeds it into his own computer and presses the enter button. Instantly all the satellites over the Far East go dark.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
If it was Mordreds belief that mankind would so simply welcome him as their new overlord into a brighter peace? Perhaps he should have reconsidered his attack on the people of Russia. We have seen his kind before figures in our history who up front made bright promises of a glorious future while hiding the cost of their intentions behind the shadow of murder. We will not be so easily fooled again. Consider this a last heed for a moment of pause.
Doctor OShays House
Doctor OShay takes a break from his work in the bathroom to check on Zoran. He gives her a gentle kiss then returns to sit on the toilet and pour more of his findings into his laptop.
The Oval Office of the White House
President Jefferson addresses the Nation
My fellow citizens I know not what the morrow will bring us but our path is clear as it has been for over 200 years. I will, as Commander in Chief, bear the full responsibility for the safety of this nation as the people, not a single powerful entity with the power to murder at will, have given me. I ask for your prayers and those of the world. Good night.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
USS Snark
The Captain grabbed a mic. This is the Captain set 1..S..Q for Tactical Missile Launch on the order of National Command Authority. Spin up vertical launch tubes 1 through 10 and 11 through 20. Call to battle stations.
SEAL Team 3
Midnight
Joeseph Kieyooma slowly pushed the barrel of his assault rifle against the bottom of the sewer lid and tested it out. not welded boss. He said to Marcinko as he grabbed a fiber optic cable from Chief Early and pushed it through the hole in the center of the plate.
Early watched the hand screen as Keeyooma moved the cable around the hole. Its a sucker play. Open ground obviously watched.
Marcinko turned to Grace Harper. What do those schematics say?
Theres a service space under the basement where the steam heater and electrical buses for the building are located but I cant imagine they wouldnt know that.
Marcinko looked at his watch. Keep looking for drainage plots near the building walls. Is there a way to reach the service space from here?
Gracy nodded. Theres a pipe access port. Probably gated or blocked in some form Sir.
Tennessee raised a hand. Ill check it out.
Marcinko hesitated for a moment. Make it quick dont go inside by yourself.
Tenessee made a few quick mental notes from Harpers notebook and slowly moved down the drain line, around a corner and 300 yards to the outlet hole where the access shaft was. I found it. The outsides got a screen on it Im cutting it now.
Were about 400 yards to your East now. Found a drain on the West side of the Diet building covered by shrubs.
Tennessee pulled the grate off and slowly made his way up the access and into the service room under the Diet. So far its clear in here.
He cautiously moved around the maze of pipes and electrical conduits till he found an iron ladder attached to the concrete foundation. Are you guys coming up or what? Ive found a floor panel.
It didnt take long for a hand to slap at Tennessees feet. We read your mind. Gracy Harper said as she passed an optical cable up. Crack it and lets take a look.
The others in the team crowded around the hand screen as Tennessee worked the optical cable around out of the open panel and around the room above.
Looks like a storage room. Early said as he poked the screen. Paper and office supplies we must be in the administrations wing.
Keeyooma looked at a printout. Targets probably two floors above us.
Marcinko signaled Tennessee above. Break in.
The robot was up and in, covering the others with both a taser gun and a disrupter rifle as they came up one after the other and watched as Tennessee crawled to the door and slipped the optical cable under the bottom edge.
Whats it look like? He asked quietly.
So far?...no cameras on the walls that I can identify. Gracy said as she panned the end of the cable around the floor. Staircase .30 feet down the hall. Were in a dead end hallway .one guy just passed by the intersection hallway
Marchinko signaled Tennessee to crack the room door. Then pulled a silencer from a pouch as did the rest. They would leave the bulk of their gear in the room but the signal bugs they would scatter as they moved.
Tennessee was first out into the hallway, his hands scoping ahead of him with their weapons as the rest followed closely by. They moved in a closet pack a solid tight block of pointing weapons as they reached the staircase and bounded up the two flights. Marcinko signaled the placement of 3 bugs as they moved up. Coming around a bend at the top floor they ran into a guard coming through the access door and nailed him in the chest with a taser shot before he could turn about.
Keeyooma pulled a set of zip ties and hogtied the man, dragging him aside as Tennessee held the door open and slipped a mirror around the jam. He signaled back to Marcinko Two left down the hall .one right and walking towards the steps.
Things were about to get quick and violent. Gracy and Early stood on the left side of the door while Keeyooma and Marcinko took the right. In they went low and fast, the sounds of their weapons reduced to soft cracks as they hit home and dropped the guards.
The team went from room to room, throwing beacons or small plastic limpet mines that would detonate and cause havoc as the team escaped. Gracy? Send a flash to the Snark tell em were in the coup looking for the Rooster.
Marcinko reached behind his back for his M-16 and slid an armor piercing grenade into the chamber of the grenade launcher under the rifles barrel. Turning a corner in the hallway, three more guards were dropped.
He could be in another part of the building. Early said as he took the lead and dropped another set of limpets and beacons into a conference room. The team kicked through a door on the far side of the conference room and came face to face with a sphere!
The exchanged fire at the same time, Tennessee dropping it with a shot while the return shot nailed Gracy and spun her like a top against the wall!
Around them the buildings alarm system came to life with a defining shrill. Widthdraw! Widthdraw! Marcinko screamed as Keeyooma and Early snatched Gracy off the floor and ran back through the conference room with Marcinko and Tennessee covering their backs.
So much for a nice quiet evening at the movies boss! Early snarled as he took the M-16 from Marcinko and chewed up the hallway ahead, forcing arriving guards to jump and fall for cover.
Sphere! Tennessee yelled as he leveled his rifle towards a sphere that had crashed through a far window and blasted it to pieces as it flew up.
Keeyooma kicked the staircase door open and threw gracie to the side as guards came running up from below. Early grabbed two hand grenades from his flack vest and chucked them onto the landing below where it blew guards through the air and back down the steps! Boss! The stairs are blocked!
Guess again! Marcinko snarled as he snatched the M-16 and fired a grenade down the gap between the flights. Go! Tennesse?!
I know! Sit here and look cute! He snarled as he tossed a grenade into the ceiling of the passageway outside the stairs and brought a section tile and timbers down on a gang of closing guards. I dont get paid enough for this punishment! He snapped as he followed the team down the stairs chucking grenades behind him.
They made it into the dead end hallway and ran for the storage room, Tennessee leaped and rolled out of the way as a sphere cut loose a barrage of cannon rounds through the doorway.
Cover the door and let me worry about Grace. He said as he pushed Keeyooma to join Marcinko and Early. How you holding up? He asked her.
I ordered a damn coffee two hours ago, what do you think I feel like clunker?
Love your bright cheerful mood. He said as he pulled bandages from his medical pouch and bound up her wounded arm. Suddenly an explosion near the door blew him into the wall and as he got back up Keeyooma snatched him by the arm.
Theyre bringing up a heavyweight! Grab Gracy and lets get out of here! He screamed as he ran for the destroyed doorway and pumped a rifle grenade down the hall and into the Samurai looking attacker bot at the other end.
Wheres the Commander?! Early! Gracy snarled.
Keeyooma said nothing as he and Tennessee dragged Gracy to the floor panel and dropped her into the service room. Go! Ill hold em back for a bit!
Dont get stupid! Keeyooma snorted back. Tennessee picked up the M-16, cocked the grenade launcher and let the round fly at the Samurai bot as it showed itself at the burning room entrance.
Shut up and go! The robot snarled as he pushed Keeyooma off the ladder and heard him swearing down below. Yeah I love you too! Tennessee snapped as he threw his last hand grenade into the room and dropped into the service room below.
Keeyooma and Gracy made it into the sewer but found themselves in a running battle with spheres and humans who had dropped down into the system and were cutting them off on all sides.
Any ideas? Keeyooma yelled as he slapped another magazine into his rifle. Gracy looked about and saw a pipe opening on the other side of the sewer. That pipe! Probably goes to another level! Go!
Oh B.S.! Keeyooma snapped. You go!
Shut up and stop being a stubborn jack ass! She snapped. Im out of ammo!
Tennessee?! Tennessee! Keeyooma yelled in a last gasp before he and Gracy took off across the sewer in a hail of gunfire. He leaped in the air and flew into the pipe just as a huge explosion went off behind him and pushed him like a bullet down the pipe, through a screen and into the water below.
The Captain grabbed a mic. This is the Captain set 1..S..Q for Tactical Missile Launch on the order of National Command Authority. Spin up vertical launch tubes 1 through 10 and 11 through 20. Call to battle stations.
SEAL Team 3
Midnight
Joeseph Kieyooma slowly pushed the barrel of his assault rifle against the bottom of the sewer lid and tested it out. not welded boss. He said to Marcinko as he grabbed a fiber optic cable from Chief Early and pushed it through the hole in the center of the plate.
Early watched the hand screen as Keeyooma moved the cable around the hole. Its a sucker play. Open ground obviously watched.
Marcinko turned to Grace Harper. What do those schematics say?
Theres a service space under the basement where the steam heater and electrical buses for the building are located but I cant imagine they wouldnt know that.
Marcinko looked at his watch. Keep looking for drainage plots near the building walls. Is there a way to reach the service space from here?
Gracy nodded. Theres a pipe access port. Probably gated or blocked in some form Sir.
Tennessee raised a hand. Ill check it out.
Marcinko hesitated for a moment. Make it quick dont go inside by yourself.
Tenessee made a few quick mental notes from Harpers notebook and slowly moved down the drain line, around a corner and 300 yards to the outlet hole where the access shaft was. I found it. The outsides got a screen on it Im cutting it now.
Were about 400 yards to your East now. Found a drain on the West side of the Diet building covered by shrubs.
Tennessee pulled the grate off and slowly made his way up the access and into the service room under the Diet. So far its clear in here.
He cautiously moved around the maze of pipes and electrical conduits till he found an iron ladder attached to the concrete foundation. Are you guys coming up or what? Ive found a floor panel.
It didnt take long for a hand to slap at Tennessees feet. We read your mind. Gracy Harper said as she passed an optical cable up. Crack it and lets take a look.
The others in the team crowded around the hand screen as Tennessee worked the optical cable around out of the open panel and around the room above.
Looks like a storage room. Early said as he poked the screen. Paper and office supplies we must be in the administrations wing.
Keeyooma looked at a printout. Targets probably two floors above us.
Marcinko signaled Tennessee above. Break in.
The robot was up and in, covering the others with both a taser gun and a disrupter rifle as they came up one after the other and watched as Tennessee crawled to the door and slipped the optical cable under the bottom edge.
Whats it look like? He asked quietly.
So far?...no cameras on the walls that I can identify. Gracy said as she panned the end of the cable around the floor. Staircase .30 feet down the hall. Were in a dead end hallway .one guy just passed by the intersection hallway
Marchinko signaled Tennessee to crack the room door. Then pulled a silencer from a pouch as did the rest. They would leave the bulk of their gear in the room but the signal bugs they would scatter as they moved.
Tennessee was first out into the hallway, his hands scoping ahead of him with their weapons as the rest followed closely by. They moved in a closet pack a solid tight block of pointing weapons as they reached the staircase and bounded up the two flights. Marcinko signaled the placement of 3 bugs as they moved up. Coming around a bend at the top floor they ran into a guard coming through the access door and nailed him in the chest with a taser shot before he could turn about.
Keeyooma pulled a set of zip ties and hogtied the man, dragging him aside as Tennessee held the door open and slipped a mirror around the jam. He signaled back to Marcinko Two left down the hall .one right and walking towards the steps.
Things were about to get quick and violent. Gracy and Early stood on the left side of the door while Keeyooma and Marcinko took the right. In they went low and fast, the sounds of their weapons reduced to soft cracks as they hit home and dropped the guards.
The team went from room to room, throwing beacons or small plastic limpet mines that would detonate and cause havoc as the team escaped. Gracy? Send a flash to the Snark tell em were in the coup looking for the Rooster.
Marcinko reached behind his back for his M-16 and slid an armor piercing grenade into the chamber of the grenade launcher under the rifles barrel. Turning a corner in the hallway, three more guards were dropped.
He could be in another part of the building. Early said as he took the lead and dropped another set of limpets and beacons into a conference room. The team kicked through a door on the far side of the conference room and came face to face with a sphere!
The exchanged fire at the same time, Tennessee dropping it with a shot while the return shot nailed Gracy and spun her like a top against the wall!
Around them the buildings alarm system came to life with a defining shrill. Widthdraw! Widthdraw! Marcinko screamed as Keeyooma and Early snatched Gracy off the floor and ran back through the conference room with Marcinko and Tennessee covering their backs.
So much for a nice quiet evening at the movies boss! Early snarled as he took the M-16 from Marcinko and chewed up the hallway ahead, forcing arriving guards to jump and fall for cover.
Sphere! Tennessee yelled as he leveled his rifle towards a sphere that had crashed through a far window and blasted it to pieces as it flew up.
Keeyooma kicked the staircase door open and threw gracie to the side as guards came running up from below. Early grabbed two hand grenades from his flack vest and chucked them onto the landing below where it blew guards through the air and back down the steps! Boss! The stairs are blocked!
Guess again! Marcinko snarled as he snatched the M-16 and fired a grenade down the gap between the flights. Go! Tennesse?!
I know! Sit here and look cute! He snarled as he tossed a grenade into the ceiling of the passageway outside the stairs and brought a section tile and timbers down on a gang of closing guards. I dont get paid enough for this punishment! He snapped as he followed the team down the stairs chucking grenades behind him.
They made it into the dead end hallway and ran for the storage room, Tennessee leaped and rolled out of the way as a sphere cut loose a barrage of cannon rounds through the doorway.
Cover the door and let me worry about Grace. He said as he pushed Keeyooma to join Marcinko and Early. How you holding up? He asked her.
I ordered a damn coffee two hours ago, what do you think I feel like clunker?
Love your bright cheerful mood. He said as he pulled bandages from his medical pouch and bound up her wounded arm. Suddenly an explosion near the door blew him into the wall and as he got back up Keeyooma snatched him by the arm.
Theyre bringing up a heavyweight! Grab Gracy and lets get out of here! He screamed as he ran for the destroyed doorway and pumped a rifle grenade down the hall and into the Samurai looking attacker bot at the other end.
Wheres the Commander?! Early! Gracy snarled.
Keeyooma said nothing as he and Tennessee dragged Gracy to the floor panel and dropped her into the service room. Go! Ill hold em back for a bit!
Dont get stupid! Keeyooma snorted back. Tennessee picked up the M-16, cocked the grenade launcher and let the round fly at the Samurai bot as it showed itself at the burning room entrance.
Shut up and go! The robot snarled as he pushed Keeyooma off the ladder and heard him swearing down below. Yeah I love you too! Tennessee snapped as he threw his last hand grenade into the room and dropped into the service room below.
Keeyooma and Gracy made it into the sewer but found themselves in a running battle with spheres and humans who had dropped down into the system and were cutting them off on all sides.
Any ideas? Keeyooma yelled as he slapped another magazine into his rifle. Gracy looked about and saw a pipe opening on the other side of the sewer. That pipe! Probably goes to another level! Go!
Oh B.S.! Keeyooma snapped. You go!
Shut up and stop being a stubborn jack ass! She snapped. Im out of ammo!
Tennessee?! Tennessee! Keeyooma yelled in a last gasp before he and Gracy took off across the sewer in a hail of gunfire. He leaped in the air and flew into the pipe just as a huge explosion went off behind him and pushed him like a bullet down the pipe, through a screen and into the water below.
"You guys have some serious Mommy issues."
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