Chapter 2: Heat
Sydney was very hot that morning.
The head of Mithril’s Operations Department, Admiral Jerome Borda, dressed in his usual suit, was on his way to work in a sedan driven by a guard from Operations Headquarters, and had to ask the driver to turn the air conditioner up on high mid-route. Out of security habits, the commuting time and routes were changed randomly from day to day. The sedan was made of the newest bulletproof materials that could withstand even a direct hit from an anti-tank rocket.
While he scanned over the regular reports in the car, Admiral Borda’s sedan entered one of the buildings in midtown. Officially, it was the main office of the Argyros security firm, but this building was the Operations Headquarters for Mithril. The communications facilities and intelligence agencies that unified and managed the various units around the world were located in this building.
The security was very strict for that reason.
If someone had serious intentions of trying to break in, even a company of infantrymen, they had better be prepared to stand out in front of the gate for more than 30 minutes while they were baptized by large bullets, personal land mines, and a number of other devices. After finishing with the troublesome procedures, Borda got out of the car in the parking lot, and met up with one of the management personnel, Captain Wagner, just as he was coming into work.
“Good morning, Sir.”
He was an American under 50 years old. He wore an eye patch and had a peculiar way of dragging his right leg when he
walked, quite like the Captain of a pirate ship. Borda had heard that it was from an injury during his regular army days.
“Good morning, Captain. It’s rather hot this morning, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir. We’ll run a complete inspection of the air conditioning system.”
“It was just a comment. Speaking of which- what’s going on with Jackson?”
“We filed the results of the interrogation three weeks ago.”
“Him personally.”
“He’s still in the hospital. They were rather inhumane measures.”
The two of them got on the elevator and headed to the upper floors.
When they were alone, Borda said, “We have it about 80% figured out. We can’t make any conclusions yet- but it seems that the Geotron Company is also in bad shape.”
“Yes...”
He could guess its meaning. Wagner tensed up a little.
“Amit’s been acting funny. We should handle their reports with that in mind.”
“You don’t think the General is...?”
“I don’t know. Since Sir Mallory’s the same as ever, it might be time for us to finally pull out of here. However, at present, this place is probably okay. That’s why we have to put up with the warm reception of these security procedures every day.”
“Yes- they can’t easily reach us unless they use bomber planes.”
The elevator reached the 26th floor.
There were already several members of the Headquarters’ staff at work in the command center, which took up two floors. The room was dim, as there were absolutely no windows at all. Instead, there was an extra-large display light, which dully lit the room. It was as if they had enlarged the battle information center of an Aegis class destroyer.
“Things are going to get a lot busier around her, Captain,” Borda said to Wagner, returning the salutes of his subordinates as they walked along.
“The enemy’s command systems are completely different from anything we’ve seen. If they aren’t, then we shouldn’t keep falling behind like we have. Normal intelligence networks and weapons are powerless before them. Or it may be just as Tessa said-”
Just then, the room was hit by a violent impact.
There was some kind of enormous explosion. The walls blew out, screens and machinery were blown to bits, flames flew up, and people he was acquainted with were torn to pieces; all of it collected together to become a wall of death rushing towards him.
Jerome Borda knew nothing after that.
♦ ♦ ♦
It was already morning, but he hadn’t slept.
Clutching his familiar submachine gun, Sousuke filled the driver’s seat of a light van.
They were in a parking lot adjoined to a large park located in north Choufu-shi. The grounds were quiet, with cars parked sparsely around the area. The inside of the van was very cold because he had turned the engine off.
Last night, after such an invasion of privacy had been allowed, they of course didn’t have the courage to hang around at Kaname’s apartment. Just as Kalinin had pointed out, Sousuke had prepared emergency provisions by his own personal channels. After contacting Merida Island, they briefly packed some bags, got into the already-prepared vehicle and left. They thoroughly removed the possibility of anyone following them by using the metropolitan expressway, and even changed vehicles twice.
They should be safe for the moment.
They hadn’t been able to make contact with the “other guard” from Mithril’s Intelligence Department, code name “Wraith”, since the night before. It wasn’t as if Wraith would miss Leonard breaking into Kaname’s apartment, but- no, more than likely, he had been “incapacitated” during that time. Either way, Sousuke couldn’t depend on that agent. For several months now, whenever he needed to be absent, a PRT personnel member from the Tuatha de Danaan would come and switch out with him.
“Mm...”
He sensed Kaname move in the backseat. She was curled up in an outdoor blanket.
“What time is it?”
“Before eight. Did you get some sleep?”
“Yeah...”
Kaname rubbed her eyes as she slowly sat up. She was still wearing her school uniform from the day before.
“I want a bath...”
“You can’t have one.”
“What about breakfast?”
“Here.”
Sousuke took a Calorie Mate out of his pocket and tossed it easily behind him.
“Wait a se...”
“I put some milk and vegetable juice in there, so go ahead and drink something. This might turn into a physical battle.”
“But there’s a helicopter coming for us, right?”
“Yes, but just in case.”
The transport helicopter dispatched by Mithril should make a direct landing in this parking lot. The established rendezvous point- this avoided the Choufu airport, the campuses of several school, and the grounds which bordered the Tamagawa river.
The communication he received several hours ago reported that the helicopter would be carrying the Arbalest. Tessa had arranged it. Since it was only there for a worst-case scenario, there probably wouldn’t be any chance to use it. Otherwise, there would be a problem.
“Hey, I’m going to change, so could you not look back here?”
“Okay,” Sousuke said, bending the back mirror. He could hear her rummaging through her clothes behind him.
“...but this is a problem. I don’t really have any changes of clothes. And I’m worried about my hamster’s food. And I don’t know if I shut the air conditioner off.”
She spoke as if she would be able to return to her apartment after a few days like she had the times before.
“I’ll be able to come back again, right?” she said, her voice clouded with anxiety when she noticed Sousuke’s unusual silence.
“That’s...”
“What?”
“Never mind...”
He didn’t have the courage to tell her the truth.
The conversation he had with Atsunobu Hayashimizu the day before. Sousuke knew very well that they had already reached that point.
For the past nine months, Mithril had made secret arrangements here and there to protect her social situation. Using ingenious intelligence operations, pressure and bribery with the appearance of morality to draw out voluntary restraint, they had easily kept the mass media and those connected with the local government silent.
Mithril’s AI system continued to spread false information on the internet.
If someone wrote “This is a conspiracy” with a fairly accurate basis, it would reply “There’s another conspiracy nut” while pretending to be another person who would overreact. It moderately spread verbal disputes and slander, murking up people’s concerns and points. In the end, probably only one person in a hundred didn’t miss the more important points. If that sagacious person presented a question, the AI would skillfully change the pattern, and repeat the same thing. Humans get tired, but the AI basically never tires. And before any conclusion is reached, “the problem girl” would disappear behind the veil of dim imagination. What was left in the memories of most people was just “yeah, there’s that rumor, too”.
This wasn’t just limited to Mithril, who was just one member in the information war waged by the secret intelligence agencies of every country and corporate giants. If organizations with big budgets used their talented people and equipment, it wasn’t that difficult.
But even this had its limits. From the level of macroscopic society, Kaname was just your typical individual. However, in a school of just 1200 people, with stress, bribery, and information
you couldn’t really expect results. That was because you relied on their simplicity and naiveté. Hayashimizu’s words were the “feelings” of a person who commanded a view of the people at school.
Was there a reasonable way to turn Kaname back into someone of no value to the enemy?
Unless there was, there would be no way for her to live a proper life after this. Sousuke had thought about that for a long time.
For example...
What if Kaname reported everything she knew, then presented it to everyone around the world under a false name? Then it wouldn’t be her that was important, but the technology information it was said that she possessed. After the Hong Kong incident, Sousuke tried suggesting this to Tessa. When he did, she gave him a terribly mournful yet mysterious smile, and said:
“Mr. Sagara, don’t you think that someone’s tried that already...?”
Tessa didn’t tell him any details, but said that the results of the experiment were useless. If you present a small gold nugget to those who are mining gold and say, “This is it. There’s no more”- they wouldn’t throw away their hovels or pickaxes.
In other words, the Whispered weren’t the lucky ones who had struck “gold”.
Because essentially, they were the “gold”.
It wasn’t a gift. It was a curse.
There was no way to escape this fate.
No way at all.
How in the world could he tell her such a harsh truth?
He gradually tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
“Chidori...”
The day before, right before he had said, “Let’s hold hands” to Kaname on the way home, Sousuke had endeavored to tell her the words that couldn’t say at all.
-let’s throw everything away, and run away together.
It doesn’t matter what happens. Let’s go to a place where no one knows us, change our names and live a quiet life. It doesn’t matter if we’re poor. We don’t need money. If food becomes a problem, we’ll steal it. If something happens in the world, we’ll plug our ears and go on with our lives. One day we’ll be able to settle down with true meaning. And you and I can live in peace- Together-
Just then, Leonard’s words resurfaced.
“You’ve killed more than three times that many people”
“Someone like you, who’s killed more than a hundred people”
“I don’t think it’s fair”
It was true.
It hadn’t just been during regular battle. He had shot enemies who were crying and running away in the back, and blown up trucks filled with anxious new recruits. He’d also shot prisoners pleading for their life to conceal the traces of his group.
It wasn’t as if he had done it for fun. It had just been necessary.
But it was the truth.
And it wasn’t as if the past nine months he had spent in Tokyo reflected only his virtuous qualities. He had been made aware of just how bloodstained and tainted his life had been.
Was there someone out there who would love someone like him? Was he even worthy of running away with her?
Much less peacefully.
He must seem like a monster to her.
“...what is it?”
“Never mind.”
He couldn’t say anything in the end.
He felt a deep gulf.
Nothing had changed since then. It was still like when they were in the mountains of North Korea nine months earlier-
Lost in the dark, and in the rain.
“Okay, then...”
It seemed that Kaname was finished changing. With her permission, he adjusted the back mirror, and saw her, now wearing plain clothes, turn the cap off the vegetable juice.
“It’s quiet, isn’t it... can we turn on the radio?”
“Yeah.”
Turning the volume down to a moderate level, he turned on the FM radio.
There was a gloomy, melancholic duet playing. Without even suggesting they change the station, she nibbled on her Calorie Mate silently until the end of the song.
“...alright, what a nice song. That was Peter Gabriel’s ‘Mercy Street’,” the male DJ said in a calm voice. “...we have another song in store for you, but... eeh, we’ve just received some breaking news. Let’s go to Miss Kobayashi in the news center.”
It switched to a female newscaster.
“Hello, Kobayashi here. There has just been a large explosion in midtown Sydney, Australia. According to a quick announcement we’ve received from the Associated Press, today at around 7:30 Japan Time there was the sound of a loud explosion, and flames rising from the vicinity of a 25 story building. We don’t have information about casualties at this time. The building is... uhh, the headquarters of the Argyros security company, but we don’t know if this was an accident or an act of terrorism at this
time. We also don’t have any news as to whether or not there were any Japanese citizens registered at that company-”
The Argyros Building- Mithril’s Operations Headquarters?
Sousuke immediately took out his portable terminal, and brought up the television broadcast.
It was a picture of the morning office district. Smoke was pouring from one of the buildings. The images were being taken from the roof of another building somewhere. At a glance, it looked like some kind of explosive from the outside- more than likely a half-ton bomb had been dropped on it. Several of them.
Despite its many security systems, Operations Headquarters had been destroyed. Had it been hit by a bomb with a GPS system from high altitude and from a long distance?
“What’s this...” Kaname, who was leaning over the back seat to look at the terminal screen, said in a shaking voice.
Using his satellite communication equipment, Sousuke made contact with the Merida Island base. A female officer in the command center replied.
“What’s the situation?”
“We don’t know, only that Operations Headquarters has been bombed. We can’t make contact with them,” she said in a nervous voice. It seemed that she knew what had happened in Sydney. “But that’s not all. We’ve lost contact with the bases of the Mediterranean and South Atlantic squadrons... and we received a warning from the Indian Ocean squadron’s base just five minutes ago, saying that there were a number of cruise missiles headed their way-”
For a moment, the transmission was filled with static. Then it came back.
“Is everything alright?”
“...answer me, Uruz 7... yeah, we’re fine. It seems that there’s some electro-magnetic interference. E-line and D-line are also... ahh, what’s happening?”
“Shinohara?”
“Sorry. I can’t reach the Lieutenant Commander or the Captain. Here’s Lieutenant Clouseau-” There was a little clicking sound.
“It just switched over. It’s me, Sergeant,” said a man’s voice. It was the commanding officer of the SRT, Ben Clouseau.
“Lieutenant.”
“We still don’t know what the situation is yet. It seems that the other squad bases are under attack. We’ve also been put on alert. It’s hard to imagine, but this is an all-out attack. We don’t know what will happen.”
“All-out attack?”
“You know what I mean. We can’t let them do as they please. You’re to link up with Gebo 9 as planned and get back here as soon as possible. No...” Clouseau hesitated on the other end of the line.
“Cancel that. You won’t make it now. Stay on standby. After you meet up with the helicopter, wait for us to contact you at point Romeo 13.”
They wouldn’t make it in time. They were probably fighting for every minute, every second at the base. Even going at top speed, it would still take six hours to get there. Then it would be pointless. However, it was riskier to make the incredible reserved strength of “Sousuke Sagara and the Arbalest” wait at inter-calculated point Romeo 13- a small estate in the Bonin Islands.
“Got it, Sergeant? Protect the Arbalest at all costs. Angel, too.”
“Roger. Also, Lieutenant, I told this to Lieutenant Commander Kalinin last night, but they’re serious now. Be careful.”
The noise got stronger.
“You told the Lieutenant Commander what?”
“I said that they’re ser-”
“Can you hear me, Uruz 7!? Please repeat-”
The noise grew extremely loud, and then the transmission was cut off.
“...”
Silence. Kaname stared anxiously at the profile of Sousuke’s face as he furrowed his brow.
All-out attack? Seriously?
Setting aside the Operations Headquarters in the middle of the city, the other Mithril bases were basically impregnable fortresses. They would be unperturbed by a few bombs. Even getting near them with any kind of bomber was difficult to start with. Furthermore, there was their military force, equipment, training exercises, emergency stores, and reconnaissance abilities. If it really was their intent to take down Merida Island, then they needed an entire marine regiment. And if they moved a military force that size, there’s no way that Mithril wouldn’t notice it.
No...
If they had ASes equipped with Lambda Drivers. If they had such superior technology.
Think about it. The enemy was even jamming Mithril’s communication network, right? But was such electro-magnetic interference really possible?
“What’s happening...?” Kaname asked in a restrained voice, as if she were touching a sore spot.
“We’re not going to Merida Island.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t know what’s going to happen there. It’s dangerous.”
“Dangerous... what d’you mean?”
Sousuke didn’t have time to answer before another call sound came from the FM radio. It was from the all-purpose helicopter sent by the Western Pacific Fleet to pick them up- the MH-67, call-sign “Gebo 9”.
They were able to pick it up digitally, but the signal was fairly weak. No- it wasn’t that. The television images were messed up, as well. Everything was full of static. Was there strong electro-magnetic interference throughout the entire neighborhood? Or was it an even larger area than that?
“This is Uruz 7. The landing zone is secure.”
“Uruz 7. Gebo 9 is presently passing over the outskirts of Atsugi. Please continue to secure the landing zone,” a woman’s voice said through the noise. It was Lieutenant Eva Santos of the flight unit. She had taken care of them countless times. To her “passengers” Sousuke and Kaname, her voice was just like that of a singing angel.
“Uruz 7, roger. The landing zone is...”
Then Sousuke faltered.
A cold chill ran up his spine.
“The landing zone...”
Looking very carefully out of the van window, Sousuke tightened his grip on his submachine gun. With his left hand, which was holding the radio, he slowly gestured to Kaname to “get down”.
“What’s wrong, Uruz 7?”
“...Gebo 9. We are currently surrounded. By at least five of those Alastor type robots. I also detect foot soldiers armed with assault rifles... four... five... six... there are at least eight of them.
They are about 80 meters away, concealed in a thicket in the northeast.”
“Damn it all to hell. It’s not just Merida Island, they’re here, too...”
“Please hurry.”
“Gebo 9, roger. Try to hold out, Sousuke!”
“We’ll try.”
Sousuke clicked the safety off of his submachine gun. At the very least, it was thirteen to one; and if you thought about general tactics, there were probably more.
Can I do this...?
Probably not.
But there was no other choice.
“Sousuke...?”
“I’m sorry, Chidori,” Sousuke muttered, “but it looks like it’s going to be a long five minutes.”
The enemy closed in on Sousuke and Kaname, who were sitting in a van in a parking lot. As far as they could tell, there were more than 13 of them. And half of them were those robots. Even if the numbers were fair, he didn’t have the power to beat them.
“Lie down in the seat, and don’t raise up for anything,” Sousuke said to Kaname, who was sitting in the back seat with an anxious look on her face.
“What do you mean-”
“Aren’t you listening? The enemy is here, we have to escape.”
Sousuke turned the key and threw himself across the passenger seat.
Just then there were gunshots. There was a sharp noise as radial cracks ran through the bulletproof front windshield. Just as expected, a sniper had aimed at the driver. The enemy wasn’t
stupid. The bullets that penetrated the bulletproof glass had torn up the headrest where Sousuke’s head had been only a few moments before.
“Ah!!”
Kaname let out a short scream as she was showered by pieces of sponge and fake leather in the back seat.
“Keep down!”
Still keeping down, Sousuke put the van in gear, stepped on the throttle and quickly took off. He had warmed up the engine every couple hours during the night, because it had become that hard to start it. The tires smoked, and the van slid a little on the road. Several more shots came from another direction, hitting the driver’s side door and hood. Thick metallic sounds struck the body in succession.
Cutting the wheel as he got up, Sousuke turned the van away from the parking lot exit. It was obvious that the enemy would be waiting to ambush them from there.
As they went along, they were sprayed by machine gun fire from the right. The enemy was aiming at the chassis. Sousuke could tell right away from the sounds of the gunfire that they were using 5.56mm German-made machine guns. That was okay; they couldn’t puncture the bulletproof tires with those caliber bullets. The van accelerated. They rushed at the wire fence at the back of the parking lot.
Three shadows jumped out in front of them. They were giants wearing black trench coats.
Alastors.
The robots aimed their arm rifles at the van. Sousuke turned the high beams on and plunged forward. The enemies didn’t flinch. They were different from humans. They accurately shot at the driver’s seat, causing the windshield to turn pure white.
Sousuke bent down to dodge the line of fire, then stepped once again on the throttle. The three enemy robots were close.
Crash.
“Hya...” Kaname’s body was tossed around in the back seat. One of the Alastors went flying to the left. But the two remaining Alastors were using their superhuman strength and stamina to hang on to the body of the van. One was on the hood, and the other was next to the passenger side door- in other words, right in front of their eyes.
It wasn’t as if he could stop. If he did for even just a little bit, everything would be over.
Sousuke fought for control of the steering as it went wild, then used force to drive into the fence. There was an ear-shattering noise and blinding sparks. The van heaved up and down violently, but the Alastors weren’t thrown off. The van skidded along, dragging the wire fence it had hit with it.
Before they even had time to catch their breath, they were running along the street that had suddenly appeared in front of them. The van accelerated for a second time.
The enemy on the passenger’s side started to fire its rifle into the bulletproof glass from point-blank range. Fragments flew all over the place as the glass was instantly pulverized. The enemy on the hood swung its fist, and with tremendous power, beat the hell out of the front windshield. After the glass, the driver would be next-
As Sousuke sped up, he cut the wheel to the left side of the street- up against the block wall around a house. The Alastor on the passenger side was crunched in between, yet continued to hold onto the window frame without letting go. Remaining completely expressionless, it tried to attack Sousuke.
The van pulled away from the wall. Adding momentum, Sousuke hit again. The Alastor was thrown off like a snapped rubber band and hit the pavement.
“Sousuke, in front of you!!”
There was no time to relax. Kaname’s shouting made Sousuke face front, where he saw the other Alastor break through the windshield and try to reach for his chest. No, it wasn’t trying to grab him. It was already pointing its arm rifle straight at Sousuke’s head.
“Uh...”
He slammed on the brakes. The van was thrown forward, messing up the enemy’s positioning. Then there was a glaring shot in front of Sousuke’s eyes. The bullet just barely missed his head.
He’d been able to shut his eyes, but the shot from point-blank range- a sound almost like a shock wave- had blasted in his right ear. A piiiiing sound rang in his ear, his sense of balance was off, and the smoke made it temporarily impossible to see anything. His head was spinning.
“It’s still in front of you!”
Sousuke relied on Kaname’s voice. He fumbled around until he grabbed the submachine gun on the passenger’s seat, then fired on full auto at the enemy. The Alastor was thrown back again, but it didn’t go away. He aimed at what appeared to be his opponent’s wrist and emptied the rest of his cartridge. Fragments were flying around inside the van, and Sousuke felt a thick pain run up his left arm.
He tore the wrist apart.
When he wiped his watering eyes and looked ahead, he saw the Alastor in danger of regaining its balance on the hood. He turned the wheel wide right, then left. The enemy was unable to withstand this and was thrown off.
He accelerated quickly. The gears were making strange noises. He tried to check behind him, but there wasn’t a rearview mirror anymore.
“Are you hurt, Chidori!?” Sousuke yelled over the blowing wind. He couldn’t hear much of anything out of his right ear.
“I’m... alright.”
There was no time to confirm it, because now there was a black sedan following them. When Sousuke tried to turn right at a crossroads, his hand slipped off the steering wheel. It was his blood. His left arm below the elbow was soaked in it. A piece of metal about the size of a ticket was stuck in his arm. He wasn’t shocked. Experience told him, “You can still move”. He’d treat it later.
He ran through a red light as he used one hand to change the magazine of his submachine gun. He very nearly ran over an office lady on her way to work.
“Sousuke!?”
“If we stop we’re done for!”
“...but...”
“Didn’t you hear what I said?! Stay down!”
Gan! Bullets hit the van. The pursuing vehicle was shooting at them. Even though it was morning in the town area, the enemy didn’t care.
“Sh-should I shoot?”
“No,” Sousuke rejected her promptly. “You’re not to shoot.”
“Oh... but why-”
“You’re not going to touch a gun!”
She hadn’t had any training, so it wasn’t like she could hit anything.
Also, she shouldn’t have a gun.
She couldn’t have a gun.
♦ ♦ ♦
Communication lines with Indian Ocean squad were also completely cut. The officer in charge tried every means she could think of. She even tried using civilian phone lines, but that didn’t work, either.
“This isn’t just regular electro-magnetic inference. We can’t use the business satellite circuits, either... what is this?” muttered Tessa, who was sitting in the squad leader’s chair in the Merida Island command center. She hadn’t changed from the night before because she had been on standby the whole time with only a nap. Even though she was properly dressed in her usual uniform, she was incredibly worn out.
She was worried about Admiral Borda, whom she adored like her own uncle, but for now, she couldn’t even mention such worries. The same with Sousuke and Kaname, as well.
“It’s happening on a global scale, Captain,” Sergeant Shinohara, who was in charge of communications, said as she hurriedly pecked at the panel. “Most if the spy satellites, including Sting, are out of use. And not just ours. Business satellites are of course down, but so are Navstar, Comstar, the Keyhole series; even the American military satellites have received damage. Those stations that were reporting on the Sydney incident stopped transmitting a few minutes ago.”
Tessa clenched her teeth.
“A solar wind. But that’s an extremely small scale.”
Storms of electromagnetic waves emitted from the sun- those were solar winds. When sunspot activity became particularly lively, occasionally large-scale electromagnetic radiation would rain incessantly down on the earth. These days, they routinely
released “storm warnings” for predicting increases in sunspot activity by observing the sun. Because of advances in protective measures, in most situations, those electromagnetic waves had very little effect and caused little malfunction in manmade satellites or ground technology.
Something like an earthquake, for example. And no more than just a small one.
However, every once in a while, a “major earthquake” happens.
It’s impossible to accurately predict a major earthquake. You can infer as to the likelihood and endeavor to reduce the risk, but you won’t know exactly when it will happen. It was like large dips in the stock market, or a large-scale epidemic.
In the case that the earth was hit by an incredible solar wind, the damage caused would be comparable with the electromagnetic pulse of a nuclear explosion. There would be little effect on the human body, but it would deal a great deal of damage to precise electronic equipment. Even cable communications wouldn’t be an exception.
Restoration was possible, of course. With just a little time, the malfunctions and difficulties would improve.
Nevertheless, this degree of damage would take time.
“Most of the long distance communications which use satellite circuits and the ionosphere, without regards to those for military or business use, are not functional at present. VHF and ELF are alive, but... there’s still an outbreak of downed servers on the internet, and a vicious cycle of confusion and overloading. There’s mayhem in the military and business flight controls from the west coast of the US to the west banks of the Indian Ocean. They will be restored, but this kind of solar activity has never been observed before-”
“Solar winds aren’t the problem,” said Tessa’s second-in-command, Commander Richard Mardukas. He was always a hard-to-please man, but now he was even more tense than usual.
“I’ve had experience with trouble like this. During this kind of disaster, enemies as well as allies would not be fighting. However, our enemy has taken advantage of this. That’s the problem.”
An unpredictable “major earthquake of electromagnetic waves”.
More than it working out for the enemy, each of Mithril’s bases were under attack.
“Even if the enemy has abilities of that magnitude- the gamble would be too risky. What do you think, Lieutenant Commander?” Mardukas asked Lieutenant Commander Kalinin, who was discussing the base’s warning systems with Lieutenant Clouseau of the SRT (Special Response Team).
“Ah...”
Kalinin turned around. After staying silent for a moment, and without any facial expression, he shook his head side to side.
“Now... we just have warnings.”
“I know that. What’s your opinion?”
“I don’t know. I-”
Tessa raised her eyebrows at Kalinin’s very unusual behavior.
“Lieutenant Commander?”
“No. In any case, if the enemy is coming, it will be soon. We gave orders to all of the available multi-purpose helicopters to go on patrol. Antiaircraft equipment will also be necessary. Five of the AV-8’s equipped with AMRAAM are-”
Just then, the officer in charge of the antiaircraft warning system yelled out, “Super high-speed cruise missiles are coming.
There are eight of them. Zone D4. Distance, 70 miles. Mach 6.3. Estimated time till impact-”
“65 seconds. An ambush. Sound the first alarm. Have everyone in the above ground observatory take shelter,” Tessa ordered immediately. The chilling tone of the air-raid alarm sirens, which had never been used outside of training, resounded loudly throughout the area. The lights in the command center turned red, and the words “Red Alert 1” ran continuously across the screens.
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