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

"Secure the area from any collaborators! Be their.. ETA 5 mikes and watch out for a royal maid!" The Legionnaire answered while checking his Seiko watch and shouting over the raging battle around him as he motioned for the group to move out. "1st SFS we're Oscar Mike!"

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Laffey, Javelin were running away from Ayanami playing cat and mouse. To say the Sakura destroyer was an understatement as she fired all of her torpedo tubes simultaneously as the Azur Lane destroyers were cornered against a wall. That was a mistake as all she did was blow a hole into a building allowing the two to escape though.

This was a bad mistake however as the side hole led to a SC command and control centre. "Grab them!" Siren Collaborators rushed for the three destroyers, guns at the ready while the three fought them off. Javelin twirling her well javelin in all directions, Ayanami with her sword and Laffey simply kicked and punched or attempted to throw a punch.

"Oi, let her go!" Shouted the purple haired J-Class as she hit a collaborator with her weapon over the head.

"Drop your fucking weapons and let the Kansens go!" Shouted an enraged Captain White while emerging around the corner with the entirety of 2nd UN Fleet. A scene straight out of Saving Private Ryan unfolded. On one side were the Siren Collaborators pointing guns at the UN peacekeepers while also actively trying to capture. Javelin despite her best efforts got taken hostage, barrel of a Glock 17 pressed against her skull all the while she kicked and screamed. Laffey, as a collaborator was about to grab her she kicked them in the balls. Ayanami for her part was a demon with her sword, drawing blood whenever someone lunged at her.

Guns pointed at each other, shouting back and forth and tension was high. "Drop the Kansen!" Shouted Lt. Smiroff, motioning for Sgt. Dubois and SPC. Harris to flank around.

"Make us bitch!" The Siren Collaborate holding Javelin shouted back. 

"Let me go!" Javelin squired about trying to free herself.

"Shut up!" A pistol whip over the head left her unconscious.

When of the collaborators had the wise idea to take advantage of the shouting match and throw a RGN hand grenade at the group with several doing the same. Hand grenades vs rigging didn't do much apart from chipping the paint on the hull and sending shrapnel through the air making metallic pings as the burning hot metal bounced off their rigging. Even with rigging as a shield, Sgt. Hill posed smaller rigging well smaller by NATO standards seeing as her rigging was similar to that of a Azur Lane light cruiser for a modernised Charles F. Adams-class naturally had gaps in her shield and took a piece of shrapnel to the right shoulder. Crimson blood pooling down her arm. "You idiots!" Shouted the enemy Commander as he immediately threw himself out of the way behind cover.

"Fire!" Captain White ordered 5.56 x 45mm NATO and 7.62 x 51mm NATO tore into their bodies and mortar from the buildings. Blood, flesh, muscle, bone, hair and bits of stone flew through the air as bullet casing and machine gun links splashed against the water. By the hand no one was left but the one poor fuck who dove for cover and the three ship girls. Groans filled the air as several Collaborators held onto the bullet wounds gushing out severe amounts of blood, arty must have been hit on a few while others simply had one too many holes as they slowly bleed out.

More gunshots rang out from the other side of the building leaving no one standing. "Demon Legionnaire! Oh shit retreat! W...wait, wait I... I have a-" The sound of a Mossberg 500 going off filled the air as red mush went everywhere along with the moaning of the dead being silenced by either a 12 gauge buckshot, Remington R1 limited double stack, 5.45 x 39mm or 7.62 x 39mm.