Guardian Deity of Talent >> Mountain Battle of Lost Angels (2)
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A low, heavy roar echoed around them like storm clouds approaching from the distance.
That was the sound of a static electricity propulsion device.
"Sounds like we've poked at the hornet's nest well enough. That king of chickens is showing himself!!"
Something like a giant insect sat on the slope like a row of fangs belonging to some ferocious beast towering into the heavens.
That nuke-resistant insect had eight legs and a removable main cannon attached to its fattened spherical body.
It sent out the White Flag signal with reckless abandon and it had no problem making civilian sacrifices to get a shot in.
Quenser gulped and named the crazed insect.
"The Faith Organization's Second Generation Object, the Flyaway!!"
Part 9
Despite everything else going on, the main player on the battlefield was the Princess and the Baby Magnum, so Quenser held his radio in one hand as he waited with the others.
"The enemy falls back as soon as he fires his first shot, so to catch him in our trap, you need to delay his first shot as much as possible and lure him as far forward as you can. Don't give him a chance to aim. Keep firing to force him to move left and right while you back away bit by bit. That will draw him over this way."
"Understood, Quenser."
"He believes he can escape no matter what, so he'll get bolder. It shouldn't be too hard to have him get carried away. If you're confident enough, you can even pretend to slip on the steep slope. He should jump at that chance."
"So I just have to ensure my safety while intentionally stimulating his greed? That should be easy."
As Quenser spoke with the Princess via radio, Putana observed the boy from the side.
That Pilot Elite would bring about the conclusion, she held everyone's lives in her hands, and everyone relied on her.
That should have been Putana's place, too.
"Hm? What is it?" asked Quenser.
"Nothing."
An ear-splitting explosion tore through the mountains.
The Baby Magnum's coilgun main cannon had ripped through the air at supersonic speeds to create a sonic boom as it instantly flew toward the Flyaway.
Using that as its cue, the Flyaway also began to move.
The enemy Object moved in a small circle on the steep slope to avoid the shell and then approached the Baby Magnum.
Its main cannon was made from a honeycomb of containers and it creaked as it aimed.
It specialized in a spray of attacks that filled an entire surface.
To put it another way, it was a one-time attack that had to be held in reserve.
Or so they had thought, but it was acting oddly.
Explosive sounds burst from the Flyaway again and again.
Instead of its main cannon, it was firing smaller railguns and rapid-fire beam cannons that were of no use in an Object vs. Object battle.
"Wah!?"
"That bastard is destroying this mountain!!"
Quenser and the others frantically got down as a concerning crumbling sound came from overhead... no, near the peak of the mountain. A full-on landslide had apparently begun further down and a wall of dust completely enveloped and hid everything near the surface.
The Princess's Baby Magnum was no exception.
All of the dirt flowed down the slope, the slope itself began to fall, and it all continued further and further down. That overwhelming current slowed the Baby Magnum's movements. Staying put on the slope was the most it could manage and it could not keep up its sharp movements.
"Not good. The Princess has been stopped! If that thing gets close, she'll be turned to Swiss cheese by its main cannon!!"
"But there's nothing we can do. Even if six of her main cannons are blown away and the spherical main body is blasted open like an empty can, we'll still win if she can move at the end. We need him to get carried away and get close. Otherwise, our trap won't work!!"
The Flyaway approached further when it saw the Princess's confusion.
It was now within range of its main cannon.
"Hey!"
"Not yet!! If he's only on the edge of the effective range, he'll just escape backwards once it starts. We need to lure him into the center of the effective range so he'll be swept away by the water slide no matter which way he tries to escape!!"
The Princess could no longer put on an act.
Based on how much she was struggling, it seemed certain the Flyaway was going to win.
The Flyaway continued to advance.
It approached the vertical slope looking down on Quenser's group.
"Okay."
The student pressed his thumb down on his radio's switch.
The shortened number sent out a sign to Millia Newburg and the others waiting on the other side of the mountain. That single button set the giant pump in motion, so dozens of tons of water would be sent from the reservoir and onto the slopes of the three mountains, turning them into water slides.
The running feet would be stopped.
"Okay!! Millia, do it! Now!!"
He heard a light click and then a low rumbling shook the entire mountain. The tunnel Quenser's group had traveled through had been separated for human use, so the water would not flow through it. Still, the vibration of the water in the other tunnel reached them here.
However...
"Hey, Quenser, something isn't right."
"It isn't making a water slide. It doesn't look like any water is flowing out of the other tunnel exits."
Quenser turned around in shock.
Small fragments were falling from the ceiling of the hand-dug tunnel there.
"Oh, no... Oh, no!!"
"Quenser, explain this, " demanded the Princess over the radio.
"The Flyaway's bombardment caused the hand-dug tunnels to collapse! The impromptu pipeline for the water is full of cracks and is useless! Princess, change of plans. Fire your main cannon to the coordinates I'm about to-..."
He trailed off as the situation continued to develop.
"No, wait. If the water pipeline isn't working, where is that rumbling coming from!?"
"The plan failed because the water did not follow the proper route, " said Putana."That means..."
"Dammit." Quenser's face stiffened."Is it flowing down this tunnel!?"
They did not have time to brace themselves.
A tremendous torrent of water burst from the mountain and mercilessly knocked them into the air.
Part 10
The fountain of water was much smaller than in the original plan.
It would not have been enough to stop the Object had it been caught by it, but it was more than enough to sweep away some flesh-and-blood humans.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???"
They rolled and slipped down. Quenser's group fell down the giant slide along with quite a lot of dirt and rubble.
They were caught by something partway down the mountain.
If not for that, they may really have fallen all the way to the bottom of the cliff.
"Damn... it... What just happened?"
Quenser still could not move properly, but he reached for his radio. However, there was no response when he pressed the button. Whether due to the fall or the mud, it seemed to be broken.
(You've got to be kidding me. )
An ominously deep rumbling continued on the slope above and the Flyaway was still on the move.
It was the type to shoot once and then flee, so it did not have time to focus on something other than its true target.
(He'll get away again at this rate. The Princess will be worn down if this ridiculous game of tag continues. We need to find a way to blow him away tonight!!)
He steadied himself by grabbing onto something like a broken pillar sticking out from the muddy slope, he looked around again, and he finally realized where he was.
"The cable car station?"
"Yup, the one with the one-way trip to heaven thanks to that slaughter of civilians. It's a good thing the cable cars were stopped after the accident and no one was left inside the station."
He heard his awful friend's voice.
Still clinging to the pillar, he looked back and saw Heivia covered in mud.
"What happened to Putana?"
"I don't know, but she's wearing the same kind of special suit as the Princess, right? I doubt she would die so easily."
At any rate, the two idiots moved from the unstable, muddy slope and into the half-destroyed station building.
Now that they could finally catch their breath, Heivia asked a question.
"What do we do now?"
"What we need to do hasn't changed."
"The water slide plan? That was a failure! There's nothing we can do now that the tunnel for the water has collapsed!!"
"Are you sure? There's still a chance we can pull it off."
"You mean cause a landslide like the Flyaway did? But he was whizzing across the slope he made collapse!!"
"That's not what I meant. Regardless, we have to move to where we can set this up."
Quenser switched on his military flashlight and cut across the collapsed building.
He was searching for a maintained mountain-climbing trail, but he stopped before reaching the exit.
"There's a staff room."
"Hey, it couldn't hurt to check for a map or something. The locals might have marked animal trails not on the official maps."
The door was already broken and dirt from the landslide had gotten inside.
Everything was covered in mud, but they still found some documents.
"A business journal? No, it's too small for that. A private journal, then? It's not from the station staff... so the drivers? Did they take turns making entries in here?"
"That thing's not going to tell you the secret to defeating that monstrous weapon. Quit getting sidetracked."
"But this...."
Quenser frowned as he flipped through the pages.
Most of the pages were too covered in mud to open, but some were unharmed.
This is what they said:
"May 1: They came by again. I can't exactly complain when they're giving me money, but with how much trouble this is, I wish they'd do it somewhere else."
"May 13: Today's the day. I don't know what the point of this is, but I'll just do as I was told. I only have to send out the cars without anyone on them, so it's not all that difficult a job."
"What is this?"
They're giving me money
Today's the day.
I'll just do as I was told.
I only have to send out the cars without anyone on them.
"Hey, Heivia. The story was that all eighty-nine cable car passengers died, right?"
"Hold up. Are you saying... ?"
Suddenly, a transmission from an ally reached Heivia's radio.
"I can't get through to teacher's radio, but is he there?"
"Putana?"
"I'm down below, but I seem to have found something unbelievable."
Putana Highball was clearly a little bit shaken.
"No, maybe I should say it's what I haven't found."
"Let me guess." Quenser cut in from the side."You're at the site of the accident, but you can't find the corpses that should be strewn all over the place. Is that it?"
Part 11
Putana Highball stood near the bent, twisted, and broken cable car rail.
Moving around her military flashlight was enough to spot the cars that had fallen and lost their connections.
However...
"Yes, that's exactly it, teacher. I can't find anything that might be corpses."
The accident had occurred earlier that same day. With bodies covering a large area, it would take at least a day or two to recover them all.
Nevertheless, there was not even one in evidence.
In fact, there was not even a single bloodstain or possession of the deceased.
"That's an area of suspicion, " explained Quenser."If either the Legitimacy Kingdom or Faith Organization's investigation team holds a press conference, their credibility will only be about 50/50. If they insist there were no bodies or that the people vanished, the other side will claim they stole the evidence and it will all end in a giant gray zone. Someone used that situation to pull off a large-scale kidnapping."
"Then what happened to the people who were supposed to be on the cable cars?"
"Wait a second. Wait, wait. One of the computers here is still functioning. There might still be some surveillance camera footage on here."
Putana turned off her military flashlight and held her breath.
The bottom of the valley grew pitch black, but she confidently sharpened her eyes.
(I sense a gaze. )
The gaze was sweeping about in every direction. She guessed they had noticed the light but did not know how many people were there. This gaze did not home in on her as if obscenely licking across her body.
(There's just one of them. Probably a scout, or... )
She moved through the mud to avoid the gaze.
She circled around a cable car lying on its side and made her way behind the owner of the gaze.
She lightly tapped the metal surface with the back of her hand.
"!?"
She shined her extremely powerful military flashlight toward the person who turned around in surprise.
The beam of light seemed to stab into their brain and she aimed for the moment they froze in place. She took advantage of the high-capacity battery's weight to use the flashlight like a club and beat them on the side of the head.
They groaned after collapsing to the dirt, so she beat them a second and third time to knock them out cold.
She fished through their pockets and found a cellphone, a wallet, and an ID.
"I found a Faith Organization scout, " she whispered into her radio."However, he isn't from the Garuda's... I mean, the Flyaway's unit. I think he's from Viridian Edge, the Faith Organization gang back in the city."
She also found a handgun, but it was the type with a maintenance chip contained in the grip cover. It had a GPS transmitter embedded inside. The transmitter required a special tool to remove, so she gave up on it.
Once the transmitter stopped moving, the main unit would quickly notice something was wrong.
Regardless, Putana checked the data on the cellphone.
It seemed he really was part of an intelligence agency. The machine's default password lock was one thing, but the data inside was encrypted and there was nothing she could do. However, she could still see the filenames and a few terms stuck out to her.
"Nataraja?"
Back in the cable car station, Quenser and Heivia checked through the surveillance camera footage on the functioning computer.
They were most interested in the footage from just before the accident.
"Oh, goddammit, " groaned Heivia "There it is."
The grainy footage showed several masked men walking across the cable car station's platform. A few dozen people who seemed to be on a trip were being led outside the building with their hands up.
Lastly, the cable cars in question were sent out empty.
"It's a large-scale kidnapping. But what for? Are they going to be making a bunch of ransom calls with helium voices?"
The masked men must not have expected this footage to remain.
It was possible the bribed worker... no, driver had failed to delete it to keep as a sort of "insurance".
"We have no way of tracking down the masked men, but what about the kidnapped people? It looks like a lot of them are kids, but we can actually see their faces. Is there no kind of hint?"
"I don't have any powerful facial recognition software if that's what you're asking.... No, but wait."
"What is it?"
"These kids all have the same badge on their chests. Can you zoom in on that?"
"It'll probably still be really grainy."
Quenser did as he was told and Heivia fell silent.
After a while, the rich noble spoke up.
"These kids are probably from the Capitalist Corporations. They're from California Biochemistry University. That school of geniuses loves taking in kids who skipped grades, so they produce tons of nine or ten year olds with PhDs. But while they do great in academics, the kids have no social experience, so people call them a twisted factory school."
"Why do you know so much about this? Do you have a thing for genius girls or something?"
"It's not unusual for the Legitimacy Kingdom's royals and nobles to get genetic disorders unique to their bloodline. They can't exactly let it get out, but it's pretty common for people to be secretly funding projects to research their rare diseases."
"In that case..."
"These weren't just any old kids who were abducted. They're all researchers with PhDs in the biochemistry field. Worst case, their heads might be packed full of technical data related to Pilot Elites."
"Then this kidnapping wasn't for a ransom." Quenser gulped."This is talent trafficking. Are they going to sell them on the black market as current or future talent?"
Talent trafficking.
Putana Highball recalled that dreadful word.
That form of organized crime was especially common in the safe countries of the Capitalist Corporations. Small children expected to be geniuses were abducted and they were legally recognized as someone else who "simply looks a lot like them" thanks to an army of corporate lawyers abusing the fact that a DNA test will not get a 100% match even with a sample from the same person. Afterwards, they were sold to a large company that wanted their talent.
There was an element of luck in whether the child would actually become a genius, but Putana had heard that made it a target for financial speculators.
(This was a case of talent trafficking?)
As she looked at the cable cars lying here and there, she felt anger scorching her nerves.
She did not know what the word Nataraja in "their" cellphone meant, but...
(Were they targeted by a local group while here on a trip? Or was the trip itself part of the kidnapping plan?)
She had no guarantee, but she felt she should assume it was the latter.
Capitalist Corporations safe countries had specialized school PMCs to completely guard the children from talent trafficking, but there was an opening as soon as they entered a country without that system.
Not to mention that anywhere near Lost Angels was an odd choice for a trip. It seemed likely it was chosen because it would make the children easy to abduct.
"Teacher."
After some thought, Putana brought the radio to her mouth.
"I knocked out one of their scouts, so the main unit should show up soon. However, that also means their main unit is probably still nearby. If I check around here, I might be able to take out the talent trafficking group."
"The main unit? You mean the abducted children might not have been taken away just yet?"
"It's possible. For one, it can't be easy to sneak out more than eighty people. It would be reasonable to assume they would wait until it was dark to start moving, don't you think?"
"Understood, Putana. But you don't have a gun, do you? We'll head there and-..."
"No."
A rumbling shook the mountains.
The Baby Magnum and the Flyaway were still battling on the steep slope. And since the surprise attack had failed, the Flyaway would have the upper hand on its home turf.
"You two head back up. If the Baby Magnum is taken out, we lose our escape route. Even if we did rescue the eighty or more people, it would be impossible to sneak all of them out without being caught by the Object's sensors."
"Putana..."
"Please go."
The girl in a green special suit directly denied him as she stared into the darkness.
"I will be taking the credit today, teacher."
Part 12
Quenser and Heivia both clicked their tongues in the half-destroyed station.
"What do we do, Quenser!?"
"Putana has a point. Even if we do rescue the hostages, they'll be slaughtered just for being with Legitimacy Kingdom soldiers if we don't take out the Flyaway. More importantly, we don't know where Putana is and we'll never find her if we just randomly search through the mountains!"
Also, if the cable car incident had been part of a talent trafficking plot, then there was a good chance the Flyaway was in on it. It was not clear whether he was leading the crime or if he had been paid off, but either way, he would try to erase the evidence if it fell apart.
"Dammit. Then let's hurry up and deal with the problem up there. Without the Object's anti-air lasers, we can have a helicopter sent in."
They were reluctant, but every second they waited only worsened the situation.
Staying where they were would not improve things.
"Anyway, we need to climb back up to where we slid down.... Hey, Quenser. What's that you've got there?"
"The driver's journal from before."
"What use is that now!?"
"Don't be so sure it's useless."
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They rushed from the station building and chose a relatively gentle route up the slope. All the while, they heard the intermittent rumbling of Object cannons.
The Baby Magnum was not the only one firing.
"Hey, something isn't right."
Heivia came to a stop and his cowardly fear – his proper fear of an Object – rose to the surface.
"The Princess isn't the only one firing. In fact, it looks like the Flyaway is sending out the fiercer bombardment!"
"Why? The Flyaway's main cannon is meant to be abandoned, right!? Isn't that thing supposed to use all of its firepower at once and then run away!?"
Part 13
After Quenser and the others slid down the mountain slope, a lot had happened between the Baby Magnum and the Flyaway.
First of all, the plan to transform the three mountains into giant water slides had failed.
That meant the Flyaway had an overwhelming advantage in speed on the steep slopes.
In no time at all, it had taken up the ideal firing position.
The container main cannon attached to the front of the machine gave a roar and it sprayed a fan-shaped downpour of coilgun fire at tremendous speed.
The sounds of the air being torn apart mixed together and reverberated throughout the area like a high-pitched whistle.
The Baby Magnum's spherical body was worn down, orange sparks surrounded it, and two of its seven main cannons were torn off and blown away.
"Kh!?"
But it was not crushed.
It did not break.
Even in that hopeless position, the Princess moved her machine around to use the smallest possible movements to avoid a fatal blow in the torrent of shells.
Her opponent's container main cannon was mostly a one-use weapon.
No matter how close to death it brought her, she could strike back as long as she overcame this fierce attack.
Finally, that moment came.
The Flyaway released the container main cannon just like a lizard tail. With some ammunition remaining, it would wander around the battlefield using something like insect legs. That left the slight possibility of it reconnecting and firing again. While the enemy was worried about that, the Flyaway would make its escape. That was the cannon's role here.
But firing the main cannon without a connection to the reactor was impossible, so the Princess could ignore it.
She quickly accelerated the Baby Magnum.
She approached all at once while the Flyaway fell back and fired its smaller cannons toward the mountain peaks. It was trying to create landslides to stop the Baby Magnum.
(The movement of the landslides doesn't change. If I can predict the pattern and make course corrections, I can reduce the lost time. )
She kept at it and continued her pursuit.
The Baby Magnum slid into position at the proper distance and angle to kill the Flyaway before that other Object could cross the ridgeline and vanish.
But then the Flyaway's front two legs bent sharply.
It looked a lot like when an innocent child twisted and ripped off an insect's legs.
However, this meant something else entirely.
For one thing, those were not legs.
They had a muzzle on the end.
"A low-stability plasma cannon!? The Flyaway has two main cannons!?"
The Princess frantically switched over to evasive action, but it was far too late.
The Flyaway had more than one ideal strategy.
The first was to wear down the enemy Object by continually spraying shells and releasing its main cannon while abusing the White Flag signal to ensure its safety.
The second was to wait for the enemy to expect the first strategy and let its guard down when the main cannon was removed. Then, it would fire straight through its enemy with its second main cannon in a surprise attack.
The blinding beam of a low-stability plasma cannon flew toward the Princess at close range.
Part 14
Quenser and Heivia felt an unpleasant sweat cover their bodies when they saw the beam of light sweeping through the air.
"Dammit, what has the electronic simulation division been doing!? Their specs were completely wrong!!"
"Complaining isn't going to help. Whatever the situation, we have to make sure the Princess wins!"
"But how!? He's faster on these steep slopes and he's firing a second main cannon even after abandoning his container one! This is getting worse and worse, so the Princess is just going to be worn down!!"
"And I'm saying we have to turn that around somehow. Come with me!"
The mountains shook ominously as the two of them worked at climbing the slope.
They felt an extra large tremor, so the Flyaway had probably damaged the Princess with its plasma main cannon, regrouped with its container main cannon, and started firing the remaining coilgun shells.
How far had the Baby Magnum been worn down?
Was the Princess okay?
Could they all leave this battle alive?
Heivia nervously turned toward the noise, but the student was not looking toward the Flyaway. He walked along with his eyes glued to the muddy driver's journal.
"Wait, wait, wait. What are you going to learn from that thing!? There's a horrifying monster right in front of us, you know!?"
"Shut up. And Heivia, hand over your radio. Mine's broken."
"Fine, but what are you going to do!?"
"That thing's so full of secrets that we'd never have a complete idea of its systems if we checked over everything one by one. More importantly, the Princess might not last that long. It's being a little forceful, but we have to move things along ourselves."
"What can we possibly do after all this!? The water slide using the smuggling tunnels was a failure and he can whiz along the slope during a landslide! Can you really put together a way of defeating it like some kind of adlibbed recipe!?"
"Like I said, we'll use this."
Quenser gently shook the muddy journal and said more to Heivia who clearly did not understand.
"We'll take them out with what they left behind."
Part 15
"For example, people can sense light across their entire body. There was even an experiment that found shining a powerful light on the back of the knees could adjust the time people woke up in the morning. Because people have some faint sense of light even with their eyes shut, it is possible to prepare for in attack from any direction if trained properly."
Putana recalled the words of the witch doctor who had examined her body.
"But that doesn't seem to be what's happening with you. A lot is still unknown about the process you use to directly sense other people's gazes. When we line up a bunch of identical cameras, you can accurately tell us which ones are active, and that isn't normal. Yes, yes. This is a truly fascinating case."
Even the girl who used it did not understand exactly how it worked, but she did know how to use it as an Elite's weapon.
"..."
Putana slowly closed her eyes in the almost pure darkness at the bottom of the valley.
The surges of invisible pressure were much like flashlights being rudely pointed this way and that. After estimating their locations and directions, she opened her eyes again and continued on while avoiding each one.
Not much had been done to keep rocks from falling into the valley, so some rather large ones were sitting here and there. She also saw some military-looking canopied trucks. They seemed to be ones that had blown a tire on the hard rocks. No one remained inside the trucks and there was no sign of the talent trafficking children stuffed inside the back. Instead, extra shotguns and light machineguns had been left behind, so they had apparently not had time to destroy them all.
(Are they still stuck here because of the blown tires?)
Putana weaved her way between the trucks.
She sensed several gazes, but one of them had an odd color to it.
She moved through the darkness to approach the gaze that trembled in fear and she reached an arm around from behind the person.
It was a boy of about ten.
"Mgh!?"
"Be quiet, " she whispered while dragging him behind a truck.
She turned the boy around to get a look at him and placed her index finger on her lips.
She then whispered a question from close by.
"Are you one of the children from the cable cars?"
"..."
The boy nodded again and again.
"They all went over there."
"Over there?"
"To the Star.... They're all going to get on the Star. I decided it was too strange and ran off at the last second, though."
"The Star?"
She doubted the kidnappers could trick the children onto a car or airplane. They were young, but they were geniuses who already had PhDs. With that much involvement in the world of adults, those cold-eyed children would see nothing in that kind of farce.
In that case, was it some kind of metaphor?
What mattered was that this boy had parted ways with the other children.
"Did any other children escape with you?"
"No. They all happily continued on to the Star. And yet none of us has actually seen what it is."
That was when the randomly searching gazes gained a singular focus like iron sand being sucked in by a magnet. An unpleasant sensation ran down Putana's back and the gazes focused on the other side of the truck.
Whether a shadow or footprints, they had detected something.
Someone would be sent here to check, so she could not wait around any longer.
Still crouching down, she placed her hands on the boy's shoulders and looked straight at him.
"Listen. You need to turn around and keep running in that direction. If you keep running in a straight line with the truck in the way, you will remain hidden from the hunters for a bit. Ignore any difference in height and keep running even if you have to climb over a hill."
"Eh? But..."
"And then..."
Without letting him speak, she removed a hand from his shoulder and pulled out a card-sized firearm attached with reusable tape to her nurse-like green special suit.
It was a one-use flare gun.
"This will send a scramble signal to the white collars, Faith Organization navy experts that work with the Object rather than Viridian Edge. A unit commanded by the major won't have been corrupted. After making it one hundred meters... no, two hundred, point this straight up and pull the trigger. The military satellite will detect the flash signal and the white collars will come to rescue you."
"You aren't running away?"
"I..."
Her way was cut off by Viridian Edge, the Faith Organization intelligence agency disguised as a gang, and the Clovers also known as white collars were also from the Faith Organization. As a runaway, she might as well have been surrounded.
However, she did not let that fact show on her face as she responded.
"I have something I have to do, so you go on ahead and tell them honestly everything that happened here. It would be bad to hide anything. Do you understand?"
"Yes..."
The boy seemed hesitant, but his small fingertips finally touched the flare gun.
He grabbed the grip.
"You'll be okay, won't you?" he cautiously asked her."You'll be safe, won't you?"
She did not reply, but she rubbed his hair instead.
After pulling a pump-action grenade launcher from the back of the truck, she gave him a sharp command.
"Get going! Hurry!"
He left the truck as if struck by her words.
The sound of his footsteps gathered countless gazes in his direction, but Putana cut them off by moving out from behind the truck with the grenade launcher over her shoulder.
"Putana, Putana! I heard what happened from Quenser and Heivia. The smuggling tunnels have all crumbled or flooded, but we're searching the routes for a way to send reinforcements to the bottom of the valley. Do you think you can last that long!?"
Millia spoke over the radio, but Putana paid little attention.
"There is no need. I will end it all before you even arrive."
"Hold on. I thought Elites were supposed to be the steel queens of a clever and clean battlefield."
A noise much like the removal of a champagne cork sounded behind her.
The burning of the chemicals in the flare scattered bright red light overhead and Putana Highball calmly responded with that light behind her.
"Not today."
With a movement of her index finger, the girl used explosives to mow down the spies disguised as gang members.
The battle had begun.
Part 16
In the Legitimacy Kingdom, it was known as the Flyaway.
In the Faith Organization, it was known as the Garuda.
The male Pilot Elite inside that Second Generation Object's fully-protected cockpit was irritated. He still had the upper hand against the enemy Object pinned to the steep slope, but that meant he had gone this long without getting a lethal shot in.
He had released his coilgun main cannon, picked it back up with the tube-shaped manipulator, and reconnected it.
After firing it again, it had no remaining ammunition. He could always abandon it, but he wanted to avoid any possibility of the technology being captured.
The low-stability plasma cannon disguised as the front two feet was only meant for close-range surprise attacks. Its power was far lower than the container one and he could not seem to get a clean hit in after the enemy just barely avoided the first shot.
It was probably about time to leave.
For one thing, it was strange for him to spend more than ten minutes on a single battle.
His enemy was damaged enough that he could easily escape even with the container main cannon.
The communication line to the maintenance base zone entered the back of his mind. He only had to press the button to contact them and the base commander would send out the White Flag signal. That was how it was set up.
However...
"Ksshh... kssshhh! Hey... ksshh... can you hear me, you piece of shit... ksshh!?"
"... ?"
Someone had cut in over the radio.
It was an extremely weak signal with only the most basic encryption.
It was not the Faith Organization's format, so it was probably from the enemy, the Legitimacy Kingdom.
"That sure was an awful thing to do: Bribing a cable car driver, kidnapping a bunch of children on an overseas trip for talent trafficking, and then placing the blame on us. You probably felt pretty safe because the back and forth between PR offices would leave it all a giant gray zone even if some evidence was found.... But did you really think it would turn out like that?"
The Object's large-scale communication equipment could immediately locate the source of the signal.
Determining the exact location was hardly difficult in the empty mountains.
"We've got the driver's journal and it seems the security camera footage was left behind. We already know what you did. The only question is how exactly to reveal it to the public."
"The cable cars were empty. I didn't actually kill anyone."
"Don't be ridiculous. If you look at how the cable cars work, they can't be sent out completely empty. You might have saved the children since they were your merchandise, but you blew away the driver along with the cable cars. We're going to make sure you pay for that."
"He wasn't innocent. He took our money."
"Don't act so righteous when you killed him to keep him quiet. Besides, if you hadn't offered him the money, he never would have left the straight and narrow. You know what? That man you killed took the job to search for his daughter who had disappeared one day. He didn't do it for the money; he did it so he could catch you people."
"..."
"So as I said, we're going to make sure you pay for that. You can't stop us now. You can sit there in your nuke-resistant room trembling in fear as you wait for the lid to be peeled away, you villain."
However, the Pilot Elite grinned.
The search was complete.
The signal was coming from behind some rocks at the top of a mountain approximately three hundred meters away.
He immediately aimed there and accurately fired the low-stability plasma cannon at the source of the signal.
In an instant, the entire slope boiled and whoever was sending the signal was vaporized.
Part 17
Putana Highball held a pump-action grenade launcher.
It looked like a fatter shotgun. She loaded a grenade by sliding the foregrip attached below the rest of the weapon and she pulled the trigger to fire. Instead of a bullet, it fired an explosive the size of a can of coffee. Once it landed, it scattered shrapnel and an explosive blast, creating a ten meter radius of casualties.
Each time she fired, the roughly-dressed soldiers flew through the air and even the military trucks spewed flames and tumbled along the ground. This weapon was far more powerful than a normal gun. Even if her opponent hid behind some rocks, she could fire the grenade in an arc so it landed beyond the rocks and turned her targets to mincemeat.
"Putana, you... traitorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Someone yelled at her with blood covering their face.
Multiple handgun and submachinegun triggers were pulled at once.
Dry gunshots rang out again and again, but none of them reached Putana. She was not hiding behind cover. She instead twisted her body in midair like a gymnast or figure skater and slipped past every last line of fire.
No, it was not the lines of fire she saw.
She sensed the gazes of the ones wielding the guns.
She fought back with the explosives.
Small explosions occurred here and there, screams were drowned out, and lives were cut short.
(It will take at least ten minutes for the real Faith Organization soldiers to arrive after noticing the flare. I have to hold them back until then. )
She hid in the black smoke and fired grenade after grenade from the open ejection port.
She slid the foregrip and turned the muzzle toward her former allies.
Wind blew along the bottom of the valley and cleared away the smoke.
All of the gazes stabbed into her and bullets flew toward her with twice the intensity of before.
No matter who was firing them, bullets were bullets.
Putana fired her pump-action grenade launcher while constantly twisting around to avoid the gazes, but there were too many of them.
The dry gunshots were accompanied by heavy impacts in her ribs and just above her navel.
"Ha... ha ha! Take that, you disgrace!!"
"Kh."
She clenched her teeth and pulled the trigger while doubled over. Whoever had gloated was blown to smithereens.
A Pilot Elite's special suit was made to endure any climate or environment, but it also contained high-level protection against bullets and blades. A submachinegun scattering 9mm handgun bullets would not be fatal unless she took one directly to the forehead.
However, it was not as effective as the bulletproof vests in movies and dramas.
(Ow!! My organs are crying out. I can't let myself get hit five or six times in the same spot!!)
The bullets would not pierce her body, but that was all. The shock of impact still propagated inside, so multiple hits could easily break bones or injure organs.
More importantly, if the damage locked up her movements, she would be hit again and again.
She would no longer be able to use her ability to accurately sense gazes as an attack.
(There's no turning back. If I swallow the pain and take out more of the enemy, I can reduce the number of bullets coming my way!!)
She pulled the grenade launcher's trigger some more.
Her repeated evasion and attack had almost become a pure attempt to crush her enemy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She yelled loud enough to cough up some blood as she wore down Viridian Edge's numbers.
Or so she thought.
Just as a distant military truck seemed to shake, something fell from the back of the truck.
It was a mass of composite armor.
It used humanoid arms and legs and it wielded a weapon.
"A powered suit!?
The roughly-dressed spies had only needed to buy enough time for it to activate.
Putana clicked her tongue and released more grenades from her weapon, but the can-sized explosives could not destroy that armor even with a direct hit.
She could only watch as the powered suit leisurely pulled the cocking lever of its heavy machinegun.
It loaded the first round and aimed the muzzle toward her.
That weapon had enough destructive power to slice a bulletproof vehicle apart, so she would be turned to mincemeat even with her bulletproof special suit.
"!!!???"
She first jumped behind a military truck.
A moment later, a storm of bullets blew by and the entire truck was enveloped in explosive flames and blown away.
Part 18
The Flyaway blew away the entire mountain slope like it was crushing a bug.
The radio signal vanished, so no traces would remain of the soldiers accusing the Pilot Elite.
"Did you really think that would work, you idiot?"
Quenser laughed quietly as he hid on a different slope, far removed from the blast site.
He held a handheld device that had been linked to the radio sending out the "obvious" signal. The Flyaway had only destroyed Heivia's radio which had been relaying the signal. The radio and the handheld device had been communicating via a laser signal, so that connection had not been detected at the same time.
"Wait, wait, wait. Tricking him's all well and good, but what do we do now!? It might be true that we can catch him off guard now that he thinks we're dead, but he's too fast, heavy, and – most of all – solid! What can we do to fight!?"
"You don't need to think that hard." Quenser sounded cheerful."After all, it's already over."
"What?"
Heivia's confusion was immediately followed by the mountain slope being torn away. This collapse was much larger than the previous landslides. Almost the entire slope of a mountain slid straight down, along with the Flyaway that had fired on it.
"Wh-what the hell!?"
"Hint 1: These mountains are filled with smuggling tunnels made by the Capitalist Corporations. We used them as a water pipeline, but that failed. Now, where did that water end up? It had nowhere to go, so it would still be filling the mountain."
Quenser raised a finger each time.
"Hint 2: Safe country cities sometimes experience landslides on a much larger scale than the hill or mountain should have allowed for. These are called deep-seated landslides. When an underground reservoir gathered on a mountain quickly exceeds its limits after a strong burst of rain, the entire slope can slide down."
"Wait a second! You don't mean... !!"
"Hint 3."
Quenser bent his fingers down to clench a fist.
"That idiot fired a finishing blow when the mountain slope was already full of water. What do you think happens then?"
A frighteningly powerful landslide swept down, carrying the Flyaway with it. Its eight legs – or was it six if you removed the ones camouflaging its second main cannon? – used their static electricity propulsion devices to their fullest in an attempt to hold its ground, but...
"Hey, what's going on? That damn insect is sliding right on down!"
"Of course he is. This deep-seated landslide isn't just dry earth. I told you the mountain is full of water, remember!? The static electricity propulsion devices are weak against water, so there's nothing they can do with this muddy landslide!!"
That was why Quenser had only needed to get him to fire a shot at his own footing.
He had only needed a radio to disguise his location and some kind of material to anger the Pilot Elite.
Even a journal left by someone no longer among the living had been enough.
"Did you look down on him for being a normal person? Well, you lost to that cable car driver you killed."
The Flyaway gave up trying to stay put and instead tried to maintain some control while falling down into the valley.
However, it did not manage even that.
It wobbled and lost its balance.
"Have a nice long taste of muddy defeat!!"
Once it collapsed, it was over.
Like a snowball rolling down a hill, there was no stopping it. Whether on its main cannons or legs, it rolled and rolled, crushing its own equipment under its weight. The king of the mountain fell to the bottom of the valley in no time at all.
The Baby Magnum's remaining main cannons and even its spherical body were heated to a glowing orange, but it still aimed those remaining cannons toward the valley bottom.
However, it did not fire.
The two idiots could guess what the Princess was thinking.
"Hey, do you think that guy is still breathing inside that cockpit?"
"Let's bet on it. I've got one hundred euros on him being dead."
Part 19
Struck by the explosive blast, Putana rolled along the ground. She managed to hold onto the pump-action grenade launcher, so she adjusted her grip on it and aimed at the powered suit while still lying on the ground.
However, she did not directly target it.
That would not have broken through its armor.
The military truck right next to the powered suit probably had plenty of weapons and ammunition piled up in the back, so she mercilessly fired an explosive into it.
A tremendous explosion occurred and sizzling pain raced across Putana's skin even from a distance.
(I did-... )
As soon as she got up, her expression froze over.
The powered suit had been knocked onto its back, but it had not stopped moving.
It slowly got up with creaking movements. Its heavy machinegun may have been bent because it did not bother picking it up.
Instead, it rushed toward the brown girl.
"... !!"
She frantically adjusted her grip on the grenade launcher and fired toward the powered suit's feet. When it flinched back, she detonated another military truck. However, it still was not enough firepower. The powered suit was not even knocked over this time. It continued moving closer and grabbed her in its giant hand. She was squeezed by fingers that could be used to demolish a building.
"Gah... ghh... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?"
"It's too bad, Putana."
Someone went to the trouble of talking through the speaker.
"I never was able to become a Pilot Elite, so part of me looked up to you. I can't help but feel so very, very sorry for you as I wonder how you could have fallen so low."
Putana wanted to respond, but her ribs were creaking, her diaphragm was blocked off, and she could not breathe properly.
But that was why the powered suit did not notice the "ending" approaching behind it even at the very last moment.
A massive landslide poured into the bottom of the valley and swallowed up the powered suit from behind.
The mass of mud and brown water swept everything away.
It had enough force to send the massive rocks and military trucks rolling along. The powered suit was no exception. It was knocked to the ground and then swept about in the water.
At some point, the pilot may have noticed that the powered suit had let go of its target.
However, there was nothing to be done. With no sense of up or down anymore, the puny weapon was swept away like a bug down the drain.
Part 20
Three minutes after the Faith Organization military satellite detected the optical pattern of the flare, fully-equipped soldiers rushed to the bottom of the valley.
They were the Clovers.
They were also known as the white collars and they were navy experts, so one might think they were unused to fighting in the mountains or anywhere that required wearing camouflage and firing handheld weapons. However, that was not the case. They were as well trained as any marines that specialized in landing operations.
Their pure white uniforms would have been too dangerous even in the middle of the night, so they wore black cloaks over them as they descended from a transport helicopter by a single rope.
"Putana's signal came from here."
They were surprised by the deep-seated landslide that had transformed the valley bottom into a muddy river.
As they climbed a little from the valley bottom, they found a boy on a slight hill.
They recognized what he held.
"That's Elite equipment. It probably belonged to Putana Highball because she superstitiously preferred outdated models."
"Then what happened here?"
The Clovers looked to the boy.
He kept his promise.
He honestly told them what had happened without hiding anything.
"Everyone was swept away by the river."
Part 21
A splashing sound could be heard far downstream of the muddy river created by the landslide.
Putana Highball was using both hands to somehow crawl out of the water.
"Pant, pant... Ugh... Cough, cough!!"
She coughed the water from her mouth and caught her breath.
She then lay on the ground staring up into the night sky.
What would she do now?
A few options presented themselves to the brown girl.
She could find some way of contacting them or return to the run-down hotel on her own in order to meet back up with the Legitimacy Kingdom intelligence division calling itself Azul Hive.
She could also pretend she had been drowned in the muddy river and escape the surveillance of both the Legitimacy Kingdom and the Faith Organization.
No amount of work would bring the Sarasvati back, but that did not change the fact that the Legitimacy Kingdom group had been the ones to steal it from her.
On the other hand, she would lose their support if she turned on them. It was obvious what fate would await her if she had two world powers pursuing her at the same time.
Would she obey and live?
Or would she fight back and die?
She thought for a while, but she was suddenly interrupted.
Someone's face jutted into her upturned field of vision.
"Glad to see you're still alive."
It was Millia Newburg.
She smiled and held out a hand.
"No matter how it happened, we took you in, so I'm not about to lose you here."
"..."
At the very least, she did not feel the "gaze" of a military satellite.
How had the woman found her after she was swallowed up by the muddy river?
She decided not to think too much about that.
It seemed she had only one option left.
"The Flyaway has stopped moving. The Pilot Elite is probably soaking the cockpit like tomato juice from a juicer. Well, the rest is a job for the technology division. They'll be taking it apart and bringing parts home while worrying the reactor was set to self-destruct."
Putana grabbed Millia's hand and unsteadily rose to her feet.
The woman's (obviously stolen) motorcycle was stopped nearby and they both climbed onto it.
Putana wrapped her arms around the officer's back as the motorcycle took off.
"Now, that settles that. I'll admit Lost Angels is a worthless city, but it's a huge plus getting to eat something other than soap-like rations while on a mission. Let's drink as much as we can today!!"
"But I think today has already ended."
"Then let's keep drinking until 'tomorrow' is over. That's two in such a short time! Two! And both of them were captured instead of destroyed. Of course, we can't get conspicuous medals because we're from the intelligence division, but we've done enough for the Legitimacy Kingdom to get a bronze statue at a school, don't you think? No one's gonna get after us if we have a bit of a party."
"..."
Putana's Sarasvati was one of those prizes.
The brown girl clenched her teeth a little and heard some static.
"Ksshh."
It seemed to come from the headset on Millia's ear.
She heard Quenser and Heivia's voices coming from it.
"I found Putana, " said Millia."I'll take her back to the city, so you head to the restaurant ahead of us. The workers probably won't be happy about how muddy you are, but they'll warm up to us once we eat and drink and leave plenty of money for them."
"Oh? So Putana didn't run off? I'm surprised."
"Does that mean she's going to stick with us no matter what she actually thinks about us?"
The conversation was being held over the headset, so they must not have known Putana could hear them.
They had no idea that could change if she was pressing against Millia's back with her arms around the woman's waist.
"Hah hah!" laughed Millia."Given her situation, she might not be able to survive any other way. I guess this was to be expected."
"You heard her, Quenser. Aren't you glad she isn't some obsessive girl who's willing to get revenge at the cost of her own life? Now you don't have to live in fear anymore."
"Yeah, I really am glad. I was seriously afraid she'd find out we'd been acting on an idea I came up with."
Putana quietly bit her lip behind the commander where no one would notice anything.
When she spoke, it was only in her heart.
(I pretty much already knew that, you know?)
The rusty flavor of revenge spread through her mouth.
Her story was far from over.
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