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is ridiculous and its progress is nil. You’re thinking yourselves heroes? What have you done to earn that distinction? All you’ve done is survive. That’s not victory, that’s just stalling. I’m here to change that.” She removed her foot to allow the soldier up, but she kept her pistol drawn even if it was hanging at her side. “I’m not here to earn your respect. I’m just here to win battles and keep you alive, prioritized in that order.”
But despite her statement, she had gone on to earn their respect. To their surprise she not only directed them with amazing precision and insight, but she did it with an extremely cool head and even tone, even during the fiercest and bloodiest skirmishes. The most amazing thing, though, was that not once after her arrival did they ever fall into a trap. She had an almost supernatural sixth sense; she was never able to divine specifics out of thin air, of course, but she always guided them around ambushes with nothing more than a mutter about a “bad feeling”.
Progress had been made after that as they began to form into a real team, but of course that was before –
Law was snapped out of his memories by a loud beeping informing him that it was time to check in again. He sighed, making contact as he looked out the window once more. It was times like this that made him almost long for open warfare. Silence was worse than the sound of any weapon.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sano leaned against the side of his car, running a hand through his crimson hair with a sigh. “So boring…”
He was ready to move at any moment, but there was nothing to move towards yet. All he could do was wait, just like everyone else. He slid his hands into his pockets. He’d decided there were worse things than wearing suits, especially as he caught his own reflection in the car window and winked at it, grinning as he imagined his Captain rolling her eyes at the gesture. Reno would probably throw an insult his way, too. Still, as he looked up into the night sky, he couldn’t help wishing he was in the helicopter with them rather than standing around on his own bored out of his mind.
He pulled out his phone, flipping it open and starting to look around on their network. Nothing was happening anyway, he might as well see what everyone else was doing. According to it, they were all still in their usual positions. Law was on a street corner miles away, Rufus was on a rooftop somewhere, and Reno and Katsumi were apparently circling the Kitsuine Tower again. That thought made him hope that wouldn’t be the target. Unlike the others on their team, Sano was like Katsumi, a native of Japan. He had similar feelings towards the tower.
Terrorism was always a heavy subject for him. He still remembered his first real experience actually fighting it as a rookie cop eleven years prior:
2057 was a year without wars but with enough crime to make up for it. Kurasano, 22 years old and fresh out of Academy, had been in his first year of active duty as part of a firm specializing in Public Security, basically what would’ve been the police force in the early years of the century. Sano had strong feelings about his job, strong reasons for doing it, but those were things he didn’t like to dwell on.
He was on a simple patrol the day a real terrorist group attacked. He, along with most of the men in the area, were used to criminals, even the vicious kinds that could bring dozens of deaths, but they weren’t used to what real terrorists could do.
It started with an explosion; Sano found he hated how many things had exploded during his lifetime. They’d been after government officials who weren’t important enough to bring in the real Special Forces so Public Security had been sent in. It wasn’t a fair fight.
Sano ran with familiar men into the front of the building only to be greeted by a hail of gunfire from weapons a lot more powerful than the handguns they held. Men three times his age fell around
But despite her statement, she had gone on to earn their respect. To their surprise she not only directed them with amazing precision and insight, but she did it with an extremely cool head and even tone, even during the fiercest and bloodiest skirmishes. The most amazing thing, though, was that not once after her arrival did they ever fall into a trap. She had an almost supernatural sixth sense; she was never able to divine specifics out of thin air, of course, but she always guided them around ambushes with nothing more than a mutter about a “bad feeling”.
Progress had been made after that as they began to form into a real team, but of course that was before –
Law was snapped out of his memories by a loud beeping informing him that it was time to check in again. He sighed, making contact as he looked out the window once more. It was times like this that made him almost long for open warfare. Silence was worse than the sound of any weapon.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sano leaned against the side of his car, running a hand through his crimson hair with a sigh. “So boring…”
He was ready to move at any moment, but there was nothing to move towards yet. All he could do was wait, just like everyone else. He slid his hands into his pockets. He’d decided there were worse things than wearing suits, especially as he caught his own reflection in the car window and winked at it, grinning as he imagined his Captain rolling her eyes at the gesture. Reno would probably throw an insult his way, too. Still, as he looked up into the night sky, he couldn’t help wishing he was in the helicopter with them rather than standing around on his own bored out of his mind.
He pulled out his phone, flipping it open and starting to look around on their network. Nothing was happening anyway, he might as well see what everyone else was doing. According to it, they were all still in their usual positions. Law was on a street corner miles away, Rufus was on a rooftop somewhere, and Reno and Katsumi were apparently circling the Kitsuine Tower again. That thought made him hope that wouldn’t be the target. Unlike the others on their team, Sano was like Katsumi, a native of Japan. He had similar feelings towards the tower.
Terrorism was always a heavy subject for him. He still remembered his first real experience actually fighting it as a rookie cop eleven years prior:
2057 was a year without wars but with enough crime to make up for it. Kurasano, 22 years old and fresh out of Academy, had been in his first year of active duty as part of a firm specializing in Public Security, basically what would’ve been the police force in the early years of the century. Sano had strong feelings about his job, strong reasons for doing it, but those were things he didn’t like to dwell on.
He was on a simple patrol the day a real terrorist group attacked. He, along with most of the men in the area, were used to criminals, even the vicious kinds that could bring dozens of deaths, but they weren’t used to what real terrorists could do.
It started with an explosion; Sano found he hated how many things had exploded during his lifetime. They’d been after government officials who weren’t important enough to bring in the real Special Forces so Public Security had been sent in. It wasn’t a fair fight.
Sano ran with familiar men into the front of the building only to be greeted by a hail of gunfire from weapons a lot more powerful than the handguns they held. Men three times his age fell around
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