Well, been writing this story for quite some time, and it maybe
a bit... weird as a read, but do enjoy. Editing will only take
place after I finish the series.
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TOKYO BATTALIONS
BY: OUTLAW-2
November 2003
Within the industrial area of Tokyo, Japan, lies a major situation
where even Royal Chrysanthemums SWAT troops were unable to
infiltrate. Before them was an abandoned building, which was left
to crumble. The supports were almost beyond safe levels, almost
towards unstable. However, the fragile structure was not their main
concern. A group of rowdy motorbike gangsters whom were under the
Japanese Mafias orders had kidnapped a 14 year old daughter of a
specific President of a certain company. Apparently, the president
of the stated company had some run-ins with the mafia, and the
secret deal they had did not go well. A ransom was forcefully
requested in exchange for the girls life, not knowing the hidden
agenda the Yakuza had in mind. The mafia had handed the rowdy
bikers weaponry to eliminate anyone who enters the building, even
the daughters father. The deadline was coming close, and time was
running out. That was when she come into play, from The
Academy.
CHAPTER 1: BURNING BLUE EYES
Four hours. That was the time left before the deadline. Blue eyes
shone with determination as she reviewed the briefing for the
mission. Her primary objective was to rescue the 14 year old girl
within the allocated time of four hours. Her secondary objective
was to eliminate the bikers should they use aggression. Equipped
with necessary armour and weapons, she stood up in the rather
stuffy auxiliary van, only to hit the ceiling of the vehicle. She
swore under her breath as she got off the damned van while rubbing
her forehead with the Zweihander slung to her back.
Claire Everon was the 18 year old lass' name. Standing at a height
of 180 centimetres, she was the tallest female officer in The
Academy. Hailing from Zurich, Switzerland, she descended from a
family of swordsmanship and auto-mechanics. One such proof was the
300 year old, 1.9 metre two-handed sword she had with her.
Her long blond hair and sapphire blue eyes may picture Claire being
a stereotypical dumb blonde, but she was not. In fact, no one
dared to refer her into such a category. The level of aggression
she used in her missions had many on their toes. To be more
specific, she preferred slashing her opponents in half rather than
sparing their meaningless lives.
Often, she would simply wear a standard white, long-sleeved
business shirt and a pair of blue-black trousers when going around
her usual traffic patrol runs. As for missions such as the current
one, Claire simply donned a Kevlar vest over the business shirt.
Her long, slender legs provided her much needed agility in such
situations, like evading a vehicle about to run her down as an
example. However, even from all those aggressive nature of hers,
Claire gives off a motherly aura that somehow calmed people down.
Her flawless face would pacify a wailing toddler within seconds.
That was how special, and how much of a paradox Claire Everon was,
even though being mocked once in a while for having small B-cup
breasts for an Eurasian.
Standing before the Swiss lass was the abandoned building where the
girl was held captive. She scanned the exterior of the building
that was dominated with cracks and steel support bars jutting out,
and the barren ground surrounding it. She spotted a glint caused by
the reflection of the moon, behind a wall near the only entrance of
the structure. With the SWAT officers and personnel unaware, Claire
drew out an M16 rifle, and screwed on a silencer at the end of the
barrel. Releasing the safety lock, she took aim, using the
cross-hair of the rifle. She paused. Moments later, she squeezed
the trigger, once. A bullet rushed out of the barrel, then through
the silencer. In the darkness, the bullet pierced the stale air as
it met its victim. Without the armed biker knowing, a bullet
stabbed through his head from the side, just right above his left
ear. Blotches of crimson fluid stained the rusty, protruding
reinforcement steel bars and the concrete of a support pillar.
Seconds passed by before the corpse collapsed in a seating
position, leaning against the stated pillar as his head faced the
ground lifelessly.
One down, Claire muttered while putting the rifle away.
Her eyes glowed with excitement. Just moments before Claire snuck
into the compound; a firm hand stopped her by the left shoulder.
She swung around. It was Craken Robinson, the Chief of The Academy.
The 45 year old American shook his head, telling her it was not the
right time to sneak in. The Swiss lass paused, and took the time to
observe him. Even though Craken had aged till his hands were
already wrinkled, he still retains the strength and build of a
thirty year old. He sported short black-grey hair that was styled
almost similar to a typical Communist official. As usual, he wore a
short-sleeved off-white business shirt and straight-cut black denim
jeans, while donning a military blazer that came from America.
Apparently, he was wanted for treason there, for being a traitor
when he was a member of the US Congress. Craken had leaked out top
secret information to other government parties in America, which
caused a major outbreak of violence there. He fled once his
objective was achieved, and went into hiding, till he was
recognized by The Academy. He was appointed as Chief of the private
military organization as the one before had retired weeks ago. Till
now, Craken was under protection; hence the US Congress could not
do anything to arrest him, and was dropped. The label American
Traitor still remains intact to him, but Craken could not care
less. He hated his country, and swore not to return forever.
Wait for your temporary partner, Craken replied before taking a
deep breath of a lit Marlboro cigarette. Shell be here in a
minute.
Claire crossed her arms after tying her long, blond hair to a
ponytail. Waiting patiently, the Swiss lass leaned against a metal
pole supporting a stop sign. However, a split second later, rust
and metal fatigue from the pole gave way. Claire stumbled over a
few vulgar words before she hit the cracked, grainy asphalt. She
swore under her breath as she sat up, rubbing the back of her
skull.
Why, thank you for cushioning my fall, Clare replied
sarcastically at the damned, broken up road.
She stood up while dusting her buttocks; just in case if any form
of dirt was to stick onto the trousers. A mysterious shadow
appeared right before her. Instinct kicked in; Claire drew out her
assault knife and aimed right for the entitys chest. She paused;
inches from striking. The entity yelped, probably shocked of
Claires sudden reaction. Craken let out a sigh, knowing how Claire
would react once she notices anything unusual.
Claire, this is Fio Youkai. Shes half Italian, half Japanese, and
will be your temporary partner for this mission, Chief Craken
introduced to Claire.
Being a tall lass, Claire had to tilt her head downwards to a
specific angle in order to see her. There she was. Fios height was
about 160 centimetres, which was twenty centimetres shorter than
Claire. The half Italian, half Japanese lass sported a seemingly
shoulder-length ash-brown hair when she has the olive green
military cap on. Claire took a closer look. She paced a few steps
towards the speechless Fio, and lifted her cap slightly. A ponytail
popped out, revealing her true hair length, which ends near her
bosoms. By then, Claires temporary partner was already blushing
furiously. It was rather amusing for Claire to see Fios dress
code. She simply wore a white tank top with desert coloured short
sleeved military uniform worn over, and unbuttoned, and a pair of
off-blue denim shorts. Also, Fio wore a pair of rimless spectacles
with its circular lenses slightly larger than her round,
reddish-brown eyes. However, that was not the feature Claire was
interested. The Swiss lass stared at Fios bosoms. For her height,
she does possess an unbelievably healthy set of breasts. Claire
looked at hers, and squeezed it a bit. Miniscule, she thought,
compared to Fios immense E-cup.
F-Fio Youkai! Nice to meet you, the half Italian yelped as her
introduction.
Claire sighed, disappointed about her bust size. Turning her
attention back to the mission, the Swiss lass popped a
question.
What weapons will you be armed with?
Realising that she had changed the topic, Fio regained her courage
and replied, Two Colt revolvers, a Suomi M-31 sub-machine gun, and
some HE grenades.
Drop the HE grenades for flashbangs and smoke grenades. The
building is already fragile for a start, the Swiss lass
implied.
Fio nodded in agreement as she headed back to a sports car. Claire
observed her as the half Italian opened the boot. The Swiss lass
gasped in surprise. Various sorts of grenades, handguns, and
revolvers could be seen. Not only that, it was the car boot of a
Toyota Supra RZ, Toyotas equivalent to a BMW M3. After swapping
the HE grenades for flashbangs and smoke grenades, Fio shut the
boot and paced her way back to Claire and Chief Craken. Not wasting
any more time, the American traitor reminded them once again.
You know the objectives to this mission. However, I will close one
eye should the both of you either bend the objectives or go
overboard slightly. Also, know your limits. Thats all. Get your
butt going. Its 10pm, and you have less than 4 hours to accomplish
it. Good luck.
Begin Mission
Time Left
3 hours 45 minutes
The environment in the murky, abandoned building was what Claire
had expected. Support pillars with reinforcement steel bars
sticking out were covered in rust due to the areas high humidity
percentage. The concrete flooring was dominated with a mixture of
dust, cement powder, water, and grease. Thousands of electrical
wire hung by the supports of the ceiling, which proved deadly
should a short circuit takes place. Claires sports shoes squelched
over the puddles with an M16 in her hands. Fio trailed behind a
metre away, backing the Swiss lass up with two Colt
revolvers.
Say, Fio, Claire called out.
Yes? the half Italian replied as her eyes scanned every inch of
the surroundings.
How did you get your breasts grow that big? the Swiss lass asked
monotonously.
Wh-what? Fio yelped before shutting her mouth with both
hands.
Noticing a glint at the end of the corridor, Claire reacted. She
took aim with the M16, and hammered the trigger, twice. Through the
silencer, the two bullets pierced into the air. An echoing splatter
of blood could be heard before the thud of a dead body sprawled to
the ground took place. Claire and Fio froze. Footsteps were
heard.
Hurry, up the staircase, the Swiss lass whispered, shoving Fio a
little.
Keeping their volume down to a minimum, the duo sneaked their way
up the wooden staircase. Claire cursed under her breath. It had to
be made out of wood, not concrete. Since they had no other way to
avoid contact with the armed bikers, the duo made their way up the
stairs. Fios bulky boots made each plank creak due to immense
stress. Claire broke out in cold sweat. What if the armed bikers
were already waiting for them on the second floor? What if the
staircase collapses? Those were such questions flooding her mind.
Fio tapped Claires shoulder out of nowhere. She swiveled, looking
at the half Italian. Before she could say anything, Fio pointed
upwards, to the second floor. Claire tilt her head upwards. Two
armed bikers were dozing away with Uzis slung onto their shoulders.
The Swiss lass swore in German, before hand-signing Fio to back her
up. Clearing the creaky staircase, the duo went up to the sleeping
bikers as Claire did the unexpected.
Sleeping on the job, huh? Well then, Ill let you sleep forever
then, was Claires twisted mind as she silently shot the two
through the heart.
Some of the crimson fluid splattered onto Fios white tank top. For
a start, it did not take her by surprise. Instead, it excited the
half Italian, half Japanese lass. Her breath grew heavy as time
went by, almost audible for everyone within the one metre radius.
Her hands shook uncontrollably and her eyes widened. Her
reddish-brown eyes glowed under the moonlight. Her calm smile
turned to an unstable sneer, making her set of white canine teeth
look like fangs. Claire took notice of her change in behaviour and
shook Fio by the shoulder, vigourously. Fio regained her sanity as
the Swiss lass warned her.
Get a grip of yourself, geez.
Fio paused for a moment, before answering Claires question about
bosoms, Milk. Ever since I was young, I keep consuming milk
daily.
The Swiss lass pondered at the reply before she shrugged, I could
try that.
Fio smiled at that moment. Claire took notice of it and turned
away. Maybe Claire was not good with people, thought the half
Italian, half Japanese lass. Claire took the lead once again while
Fio backed her up a metre behind. The squelching of the Swiss
lasss sports shoes was getting too audible for comfort. She slowed
down her pace whenever they walked over puddles of water and
grease. Visibility was at its minimum as moonlight was not able to
penetrate through this section of the building. Claire could barely
see where she was heading. Footsteps of two people were heard. The
armed bikers, she thought. She signaled Fio to hide behind a brick
wall. It took a while for the half Italian to realise it. Swiftly,
yet silently, she dashed towards Claire, who was already leaning
against the wall. However, Fio had not notice a puddle in her
tracks, and stomped on it. A loud splash was heard followed by
beads of fluid trickling back into the source. Claire swore under
her breath. Fio gasped, realising what she had done.
Damn it, Fio! the Swiss lass muttered. Fio, follow me!
The footsteps Claire heard earlier on turned into a run. They were
after the source of the noise; us, was Claires thought. Moonlight
began shining through the bare windows. Keeping as far from the
windows as possible, Claire spotted a dark corridor. Swiftly, she
did a sudden side step into the hiding area. Claire then grabbed
the running Fio by the hand, and pulled her in. The Swiss lass
applied more pressure as Fios face rubbed against Claires small
breasts. The half Italian struggled, only to hear the Swiss lasss
stern voice.
Silence! Claire whispered.
Both of them froze. Moments later, two armed bikers dashed past the
dark corridor where the two lasses were hiding. The echoing
footsteps began to fade by the second. Claire let out a sigh of
relief and released Fio. The half Italian gasped for air, not
because she was out of breath. She was blushing furiously, and
breathless. Fio could feel a weird sensation when it occurred. It
reminded Fio of her mother, who was in Nagasaki, doing business
there. Then, she felt her hair being ruffled by Claire. Fio looked
up, and noticed Clare with a plain face.
That was too close. Careful next time, the Swiss lass
reminded.
Fio felt comfortable. It was as if her mother was right by her
side. She nodded in agreement. Such a paradox was Claire, thought
Fio. As the intensity drops, Claire checked her wrist watch.
11.15pm it read. They were slower then expected. She did not say a
word. Instead, she clenched onto the handle of the M16 rifle.
Hand-signing Fio to tail her, Claire was about to head out when the
back of her left shoe hit something; a door. As it creaked open,
light from the fluorescent lamp shone through. Inside, five armed
bikers were taking a break from their duties with their weapons
close to them. They turned to look at the two asses at the entrance
of the
messy room. All of them froze. Caught in the act, Claire
thought. One of the armed bikers grabbed hold of the sub-machine
gun, aiming right for Claire without using the crosshair. The Swiss
lass took a deep breath, before issuing an order to Fio, which also
applies to Claire as well.
Claire aimed with the M16, about to squeeze the trigger, Screw
stealth mode. Go dynamic!
Next Chapter
The eye of a determined officer,
The intent of a half Italian killing,
The barrel of the Colt revolver,
The immense echo of blood splattering,
The warmth of a Swiss lass,
A merciless, unfeeling officer was her exterior,
A paradox she was,
A swordswoman once she wields the Zweihander.
Chapter 2
SCREW STEALTH MODE
GO DYNAMIC!