Fragile (Slow Updates)

Chapter 11: Operation Cube de sagesse noir (Black Wisdom Cube)

"John." Atago announced, all eyes shifted onto the UN personnel. Standing out was the Legionnaire as he stood atop the water without any rigging.

"Non, non, no, Cdr. John is dead, Atago. You ladies killed him. Please leave your message with Sous-lieutenant Vogel after the beep. Beeeeeep." Sous-lieutenant corrected the heavy cruiser, venom filling his voice as he hid behind his black ballistic glasses.

Takao, Atago, Cleveland and Belfast all looked at each perplexed on how to proceed. Taking advantage of the confusion the peacekeepers prepared to move out. Out of the corner of his a flash followed by a smoke trail racing their way followed by small arms fire.

"Contact front!" Shouted Sergeant Lewis as everyone dove for cover. He opened fire with his M249 SAW with Captain White joining, the two Des Moines-Class  working side by side to suppress the enemy.

Without saying a word, in one quick motion the Legionnaire used his rigging as a shield, wrapping his arms around Cleveland, no time to get her out of the way. The rocket exploded against his hard, steel rigging leaving only a black outline smudge.

"Fuck! Demon Legionnaire! Demon of France! Blood Devil! Mad Lieutenant!" Where some of the shouts from the Collaborators who attempted to ambush them. Quickly scattering upon seeing who they were up against.

Soldiers in mix match camos, well funded and well equipped scattered in all directions. Some dropped their guns as they fled in all directions. Eastern and Western in nature.

Maniacal smile, orangery red aura that pulsed ominously of death as all hell broke loose. Following the UNs rules of engagement, if fired upon you may return fire. Good old self defence. From behind a pile of rubble small arms fire was exchanged and Captain King providing overwatch picked off any runners but Sous-lieutenant Vogel's definition of self defence varied drastically.

He tossed a blushing Cleveland to the side behind cover before opening up with 20mm Phalanx, M2s, M134Ds, Giat 20 mm modèle F2 guns and 5.56 x 45 mm NATO rounds tore through the enemy's flesh. Limbs detached, flying through the air, organs spilling out, Collaborators lay lifeless in large pools of crimson blood, others clenching onto their wounds crying for their mothers and screaming at the top of their lungs only to have a bullet connect with their head. The enemies' screams fell to deaf ears, as they were mercilessly gunned down. Only until the audible clicking of empty guns, did the other blue helmets and Kansens peek from cover. "Thanks King."

"No problem darling~" She replied, a smirk clearly audible on the other side of her radio.

One word, massacre.

"Don't shoot, we surrender!" A voice shouted as a group of Collaborators emerged with their hands up, waving a white flag.

"Ash if you will." The Sous-lieutenant ordered a blush appearing on the tanned Ranger's cheeks upon hearing the nickname as he de-summoned his rigging. Hundreds of blue mental cubes hit the flooded ground as his ships retook their position within the fleet.

"Drop your weapons! Hands on your head, interlock your finger! Keep moving towards us!" Captain Ashly shouted while making gestures, towards the group of 12 survivors.

"Your right cheek, Second Lieutenant. You're bleeding." Informed Specialist Harris, her heart racing as she loved his cold, ruthless killer instinct. A man who's been pushed to violence when violence is what he has dedicated his life to perfecting.

"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." - Ferdinand Foch

"There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter." - Ernest Hemingway.