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February 2nd, 2009

Here's the second chapter of CMMD. It's actually been finished weeks ago, just didn't have the time to post this. Already halfway on the third chapter, but might take me longer this time since there are other things that needed my undivided attention. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, please be reminded that these translations are raw, unedited and needs to be cleaned up for coherency in spelling and grammar. I'm just too lazy to do them. >_<


Chapter 2: Briefing

From far away, he can hear the sound of the waves. A brick made wall and a rough bed. Sunlight coming from a small window.
It's one of the rooms in an old building.
Sousuke Sagara in the middle of his hazy consciousness, proceeds one by one the "Inspection Data" repeating it by a thousand times.
Name, time, place.
Other than the name he knows nothing.
Being fataly wounded after killing Kurama, how long has it been since he has forcefully collapsed from the [Arena].
Why is he alive.
Where is this place.
Asking himself this question, he notice that he did not ask this once or twice.

Really. No matter how many times he woke up muddily, he knows that his body could not move, when the Nurse injected something into him, he fell into a deep sleep.
However, This time it is a little lesser.
He can feel a terrible pain. His chest, back and femur, there was a slow and heavy pain. The waves of tightening agony throughout his whole body, pushing his heart to palpitate. Also having a headache like sandbags being hit. He was not sluggish.
There were dripping in the side of the bed. There is also a medical monitor. The cord of the Electro-cardiogram is extended into his own body. There were also oxygen tank and inhalers.
A thin sheet covering his body. Bandage here and there.
Right toe. Move.
Left toe. Move.
Right hand also, and the left hand.
It seems that his nerves are still connected. But they may be [phantom limbs]. For people who lost their arms and legs, there is a phenomenon where they hallucinate about their own arms and legs.
"............"
He thought of looking at his limbs firsthand, turning his head with difficulty. In addition to the furniture and medical equipments, on one side of the bed, there was a big picture hanging.

It's a panoramic picture the size of a bed.
Two adults extending both their hands, much closer apart from each other.
In the midst of the blue jungle are yellow skined people who are halfnaked. There are children, dogs and even image of deitys. There are relaxed women and suffering men. In the center is a youth in loincloth, looking up like reaching the goal of a basketball.
It was big, like bouyantly airing the atmosphere of despair. This is the first time that he has seen this kind of picture, but there was a strange deja vu and familiarity to it.
"do you know the title of that painting"
A man's voice said. Sousuke was not able to see the face of that person entering the room. With a light body, he was pushing adide the agonizing pain.
"Where did we come from, What are we, where will be go---"
Going beside the bed the man peers into the face of Sousuke. Handsome and blond. And with a round glasses.
Mitchel Lemon.
(That's the title)
He tried to mutter, but his throat was dry and a voice did not come out. just a hoarse voice coming out, with his lips moving like chewing. Even then Lemon understands him, and said a short "aah".
"of course that's a replica. it's a famous painting"
"it's Gauguin right"
This time a voice came out.
"That's unexpected. Aside from weapons and military, you also know other things"
"I saw it in an art book"
Opening his mouth Sousuke nostalgically remembers the complex and difficult speech coming out of his art teacher.
"I see. You also went to high school...."
Pulling the wooden chair nearby, Lemon puts the back rest in front and let both his elbow hang on them.
seeing that appearance, Sousuke said.
"What's the situation"
Seeing that he is alive, he already knows enough. Without any feelings or greetings, he has to know what he needs to know.
Lemon let out a sound with his nose like a surprise and shakes his shoulders, and then let out a small sigh.
"Situation huh, then let me tell you. ----it's been 56 days since Nami died, today is May 20"
"-----"
"Fighting with that man Kurama, you were fatally wounded. The rifle bullets went through your body. It was a miracle that you still lived. Your heart, Aorta and spine are fine but lost a part of your liver and kidney. Your digestive organs have also been shortened. You won't be able to drink alcohol anymore. You also need to moderate your food intake.
Sousuke didn't even move his eyebrows.
Not dying would be a cheap compensation. Besides, on drinking alcohol, after that one incident in Hong Kong, he has no intention of drinking ever again.

"I should be saying that your lucky. If we didn't administer emergency treatment, it would only be a matter of time before you die. In actuality, your heart stopped a number of times. There was no doubt that I used a defibrillator. We falsified your identity in the hospital at Namsak, until you can be in a situation to be operated on. But in that hospital there is no surgeon that can save you. With pursuing the enemy being dangerous, we moved you in critical condition, transporting you to Phnom Penh, Cambodia. I held my breath until the hospital. By chance there was a good french surgeon who was an NGO on active duty, revealing your identity the surgery commenced. it took 20 hours. It was difficult to keep away those nozy locals, since there were after incidents we have to deal with---"
After hearing that, Sousuke interrupts Lemon.
"I understand. There has to be a reason you saved me."
"Well. At least to attain a conversation like this."
Lemon's voice has a somewhat tedious voice, at the same time have a sound that seems like something is wrong.
Anyhow, the operation to save Sousuke is an immensely difficult task. He tries to think following the reason why he was saved.

For reasons, there are a number of them that it was troublesome.
"You regained consciousness for a number of times. But in no condition to make conversation. Muttering a number of places, then later only repeating "Getting back" and "Take back""
"I don't remember"
"Well, that's right"
After muttering that, Lemon takes out a stick of cigarette from the chest pocket of his short sleeved shirt. Lighting the match, and then blowing an unimpressive smoke. Living with Lemon for more than a month, this is the first time that he has seen Lemon take a smoke.
He must have noticed Sousuke's look. Lemon glanced at his own cigarette, shrugging his own shoulders.
"I really smoked"
Saying that, the cigarette caught between his fingers---winding up the tip.
"When I had the chance of becoming the timid photographer, I thought ot quitting. But I guess its no use."
"is that so."
Giving a comprehending sound, Sousuke thinks of the last moments of Kurama.
"After passing over your difficult condition, we went to bury her. transporting her until her home village."
".........."
"After the burial, 100 meters away from the grave, I took a puff."

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"Maybe I have loved her. After choking on the smoke, I cried a lot. I think I cried a good ten years worth."
After saying that, Lemon did not show any emotions. His voice like it was the thing of the past.
"It's not like I blame you"
He said.
"We both are at fault. We mutually used her, got her involved, and then we let her die. That's how the field is, that's how it is. Well, someday---"
Throwing away the cigarette in the bed, he extinguish it with his shoe sole.
"..someday, we will recieve retribution."
Lemon fell silent, staring at a spot in the wall with depressed eyes.
The sunlight coming from the windows created a deep shadow. With that facial expression, Sousuke has seen this many times. He has seen this face before in his comrade in arms. With a peculiar characteristic of a life and death occupation, it is the kind of look of death. Was this near, or was it there before, he does not know. It's just that the shadow feels like death himself.
"Where is this place?"
Sousuke inquires, Lemon looks over the picture behind him.
"That painting is a hint. The painter had his life ended in this place. In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, the Hiva Oa island of the Marquesas archipelagos. Looking from a french like me, you would say that it is the furthest end of the world."
Marquesas Archipelagos. The corner of Polynesia.
Surely that is French Territory, but Sousuke is still thinking of the reason in moving him into such a remote region.
Most probably, to hide him from someone. That's the only rough conjecture he can make on the organizations standpoint.
"From now on if you will not clearly answer my questions, your life will also end here"
"I don't think so"
"We didn't save you just because of friendship and good faith. What we want from you is information. We the DGSE want is information on both <Amalgam> and <Mythril>."
Pushing his glasses and looking at Sousuke, Lemon sits in the chair.
"Then, let's start the questions."
He said in a business like tone.

The instant evening arrives, Lemon left behind Sagara Sousuke's room.
Coming out from a corridor of a temple.
This is an old church which was erected in the 19th century. Although well known among tourists, there is no one here worshiping. In the surrounding area the Special forces colleagues of Lemon guarding the area, preventing people who knows nothing from coming near.
Havi Oa island which is situated near the equator, it was incredibly hot today. The dry sun shines in the warf and sea outside the window, coming out from the dark room, Lemon's eyes absconds. Only the cool winds blowing in the stone path gives relief.
The superior waiting in the temple, approached him.
His name was Delecour. Age over 40, with black hair with a reserved mouth. He and Lemon are both agents of the Direction Generale de la Securite Exterieure, and have been together in a number of operations.
"How was it. Did the kid say anything."
Delecour said.
"I wonder--"
with Lemon shrugging his shoulders.
"---slippery as an eel. Keeps repeating [I don't know] [I don't remember]. Since he doesn't have the strength, he won't be able to go through with torture. With the information of his annihilated organization, although he spoke there is no feeling of hesitation"
"..........."
"He was discrete with the information of the submarine and his unit. Rather, he gives out feelers about what we already know.

when news about the Landing ocean ship that the American Navy calls "Toy Box", their organization were not able to get any information.

There was information that it was sunk. There was also information that it is currently hidden in the Pacific Ocean. The truth is, Lemon and the other still does not know.
Even Sousuke who as affiliated with that unit, he really does not have any news of his colleagues.
"How about the others? It doesn't matter about the mysterious submarine. What we want is the information about <Amalgam>"
Hiding his irritation, Delecour cross-examined Lemon.
Originally, the investigation was a blatant interference in the market for weapons, taking place from this year, it is still clearly taking place. They control the international conflict, forcibly preserving the rotteness of the cold war structure, and what is more important---they leave us outside of the mosquito net. Either conciliation of confrontation, not being able to grasp their truth---"
"I know"
Lemon shakes his hand being fed up.
He didn't like this Delecour much. progressing in elite course since childhood, Lemon desired to be a high class bureaucrat, he has this scorn on Delecour who worked his way up. A son of a graduate school.
"Sagara Sousuke said something about a condition in his cooperation"
"Condition?"
"Yeah"
"What kind of condition"
"Weapons and ammunition, and then funds. obtaining one unit of a simple Arm Slave, and a Transport ship. and then the preparation of a safe house in a designated place"
After relaying Sousuke's words, Delecour's brow wrinkled.

"Does he intend to fight with <Amalgam>?"
"That seems to be what he intends to do"
"After saving his life, he treats us like servants. Taking advantage of us"
"Shall we meet his demands?"
"Out of the question"
Delecour spit out the words.
"We have not yet decided to go against <Amalgam>. The condition that he go out will not guarantee his life"
"Well, that's right"
"We will wait for him a little more to recover. then I will directly screw with him."

After saying that Delecour must be serious. waiting for his strength to recover, the scroupulous medicine dosage was already prepared for Sousuke's severe torture.
Lemon has no authority to stop it. Thinking of what has been happening, he felt gloominess.
"do you disapprove"
"no...."
"We will be needing restraints soon. Put on some handcuffs."
"It's still not necessary. He can only nod. There is nothing unusual at the time being."

But what was unusual happened that night.
The church that houses Sousuke, was built on the slop of a mountain facing the sea, in the southeastern portion of the lone island in the distant seas. The agents who are dressed in tourist garments did not stand out. Being a safehouse for a spy organization, this is a reasonable place.
The locals have not heard that this church was bought by a rich man to be used casually. There are also no traders around.
There were several 29SA---DGSE special forces members alternating in guard duty. In civilian clothes was a sunglass type of night vision, and a small machine pistol is hidden under the aloha shirt.
of course a hopeless equipment for perfect security.
But if a local youth or tourist happen to get lost---the largest possibility of happening--chasing them away by showing the body armor and carbine gun is not a good plan. they would be calling a big trouble.
At that night, there is a young sentry on duty that walks alone in the warf where the waves are breaking into. Originating from the army, he passed the severe training and test, and finally able to go on a mission.
He can't help but sigh on the boring mission. He was not an old guard, calling him especially, he was taken into the position of a patrol mission. He doubted that what was transfered into the church was an important person. Even if he was a sentry in a remote region, being a man who is unlucky with his work, he was not selected as a member of the special forces.
For this reason, from the ocean below the warf, he discovered 3 men trying to disembark. With a dark diving equipment and the newest carbine gun. A waterproof Tactical Vest. It is obvious at one look that these are not local youths or tourists.
Of course he makes a stance with his gun at this incident, he was not able to say [Stop! What are you doing!]. He immediately informed the wireless radio hidden in his body with a small voice.
"Efemel 4 to Efemel 1. There are 3 men armed intruders discovered in E12. Please give instructions."
Immediately the officer Delecour responded.
"This is Efemel 1. Continue observation. Reinforcements will arrive within 3 minutes."
"Efemel 4 Roger. Out"
After cutting off the communication, he moved near the shadowy rock silently. From there is the blind spot of the disembarking enemy, moving until around 100 meters to observe them.
At that time, there was a hand from behind wrapping its hand around his neck.
".......!"
Unable to shake off. A knife pointed at his throat.
There was 4 of them.
"Where is Sagara Sousuke?"
A whisper like the God of Death
"I ask you again. Where is Sagara Sousuke?"
He did not answer. In response to the silence, the man said.

"I admire your guts"
There was a burning pain in the back. The knife has penetrated his kidney. The enemy without mercy, drives the knife into his body. With a shock of an external wound with no relation to will, he did not utter a sound.
The knife was pulled out.
Followed by 2 stabs in the left chest, finishing off with a slash on the throat, and he collapse on the rocky area. Not finishing it with one blow. Certainly killing him by stabbing him in various vital spots. It was an exemplary method of killing with a knife.

The state is strange.
That is what Sousuke felt, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps at the corridor in a defense formation.
Hearing dimly the exchanges in the wireless radio. It is best if he has a french dictionary at hand to read, he was not able to understand the subject of the conversation. There seems to be a change in the situation, he is certain that he felt something.
Until then, there was this presence in this place.
the thirst for blood.
Riding the sea breeze from somewhere, the smell of blood is drifting. It was from somewhere far away, his sensitive sense of smell did not overlook this.
Someone died.
Killed.
At the same time of this conviction, he heard the sounds of gunfire outside.
The sound of a small caliber and submachine gun firing. Probably an M4 or MP5. Aside from the obvious cover fire, there was no use of burst firing or full auto firing. firing only when needed, the rythm of a battle between professionals.
Waking up, and immediately this---
"......."
Sousuke endured the pain and tried to get his head up. Again the violent pain attacks him. With an irregular movement in his head, he shakes his fingertips bit by bit.
but he has to get up.
He has nothing to do with the noise outside---that was the temptation that makes him want to sleep, he endured the pain to put aside that urge. If the situation is as what Lemon had said, he considered that the battle outside would come around.
Extruding his hand from the bed, lifting his upper body. It was difficult like lifting a hundred kilos of sandbag. enduring the pain he raises his body, turning his body, taking off the pipes and cord connected to his body. With a posture of his back in the bed, he somehow carried himself.

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His strenght is surprisingly weak. If he believed Lemon's words, he was alseep for a month and a half. And then---
"Dammit..."
After looking at his arm, Sousuke uttered an abusive language. It looks like this body was someone elses, thin and weak. This is like a girls arm. Without joke, he might even probably lose in arm wrestling with Teletha Testarossa or Tokiwa Kyouko.
the gunfire continuied interminently, slowly getting near to this place.
(what about weapons....?)
None.
What is available here are the droplets of needles.
(how about getting away....?)
None.
The door of the room is locked with a key. When Lemon left, he heard the lock of the door turning. Breaking the suspicious glass window, it was relatively small, and also in a high position. Crawling out there the way he is now is impossible.
In the first place, he doubts that he can stand or even walk.
He hears the gunshots and screams in the corridor.
It's not that far. No, it's near. There is no mistake that the enemy would break into here.
Sousuke smacks his lips, only seeing a handful of items inside the room.
What is available, are medical equipments and needle sets, a medical use tank and mineral water bottle. And then he himself remains, much less fighting with a trained enemy, he has no chance of winning.
When the enemy comes in here, he will be at wits end and be finished by shot to death

There is no way to counterattack.
No---
With only instinct and knowledge, Sousuke moves.
Enduring the agony with all his strenght, he lowered his feet from the bed. If he could not stand then this will be over, but Sousuke suceeds in supporting his body with both his legs.
Walking unsteadily with the electro-cardiogram on the side, he extends his hands to the medical use oxygen tank. Trying to tear off the tube attached to the tank. He can't do it, he doesn't have the strength---opening the tank valve to its maximum, hitting the inhaler mask a number of times in the wall.
The valve broke, the sound of vapor leaking out resounds.
Just by breaking off the inhaler exhausted his physical strength. Sousuke raises and lowers his shoulders, leaving the crude desk grabbing the pet bottle. It was an absurd weight. He sprinkled the contents of the mineral water on top of the bed sheet. This was a difficult labor.
He wet his head With the remaining one-fifth water of the bottle, rolling on the wet sheet, he wreathe it with his tired body.
".........."
Like this.
And take a gamble at the rest.
he breaks again into the side of the bed, taking with his right hand the needle that was stuck into him, Preparing for a rough breathing.
There are gunshots outside. The room only resounds with the leaking of the tanks vapour. There was pain throughout his body, he ignores this. He has done this a number of times in the past. In one way or another.
Gunshots again.
This time it's close.
in less than a few seconds, the door of the room were kicked open, there was one man in a black combat uniform, stepping in. There was no wasted quickness.
aiming the barrel of his carbine gun.
"Your Sagara Sousuke right?"
The man said.
"Even if I say your mistaken you'll shoot right"
"That's right"
The man fires.
At the same time Sousuke turns his body.
Evading the first bullet, Sousuke understands that there will be continued firing. But at the next instant, in front of the man's eye the air explodes.
"!?"
The fierce flame swells the hand of the man.
just like a gas burner, in an instant the flame surrounds the man 3~4 meters wide. From there can be heard the slow and heavy sound of explosion.
the oxygen coming out of the medical use tank filled the room.
If it caught fire, it will cause an explosion instantly. althought not comparable to the military plastic explosive, like a giant gas lighter, will attack the eyes when ignited.
the man's fire that brought about the flame, rushes on to Sousuke who is on top of the bed, having with violent fever in his body.
"............!"
In spite of holding his breath, the hot air jumped into his nose and throat. If he were not covered with the wet sheets, he might have recieved a heavy injury.
overcoming his body with high fever, he next hears the screams of the enemy.
"Aaah~!! A, aah~!"
The man let go of the gun from both hands, screaming with both of his hands covering his eyes. The flame burned his eyes. Sousuke immediately stands from the bed----he was fast at first---stagerring to the door he stands and heads for the enemy.

The painting in the wall was burning.
Where did we come from, What are we, where are we going.
"Chidori...."
He mutters with a delirious voice, Sousuke immediately grapples with the walking man, taking the automatic pistol from the holster in his buttocks. Then clinging to the opponent, pushing the mouth of the gun to below the chin of the man who cries in confusion, then pulls the trigger.
With a deafening scream, the man breaks down and die.
"..........."
Now there was something burning in the rear, it might be because of the painting that disappeared to blackness. Sousuke now somehow feeling excessively unbearable mood. he does not know what kind of guy this man is, he is trying to kill me. He has no reason of thinking about pity. Even then, continuing with something like this, he feels a heavy helplessness.
The nightmare still continues---
It would be better if he had died in that arena. There was some unknown will that is ordering him to [don't die yet, continue killing].
Sousuke kneels beside the corpse, taking the equipments of the enemy.
Tactical Vest. Digital Communicator. Carbine gun. Ammunitions. The blood stained knife. Phosporous grenade. The medical kit of the survival kit. Putting on the vest in his naked upper body, he puts the pistol in his hips, hanging the carbine gun in his shoulders, Sousuke steps out of the room.
Looks like this building is some kind of old church. he does not know what happened to Lemon and the others. Did they run away to somewhere, or were they dead.

Anyway he has to get away from this place. and then go hide somewhere. it will be unpleasant to be in a place full of people, so it should be on a nearby mountain, and somehow recover his strength.
That is at least what he thinks now.
"............."
His breath is rough. Legs heavy.
The carbine gun he took from the enemy and the other equipment were very heavy. He feels like he was carrying on both his shoulders 50 kilo cement bags. Carrying something like this lightly, he himself could not believe it.
The was a corpse rolling on route.
He was wearing civilian clothes, must be a colleague of Lemon. Black hair with a reserved mouth. A man over 40.
Looking at the face of this dead person, why does Sousuke feel like he remembers it. Could it be that during the vague consciousness during his critical condition a month and a half ago, that he meet this man a number of times.
Coming out of the path is a wide space.
This place is a church afterall. When he went out, it was a place of worship with high ceiling.
In the gloomy darkness, there was a silver light of the moonlight falling into the stained glass. In that beam of light, Lemon and a number of men were standing.
"Don't shoot!"
Lemon sharply ordered to the men who were aimed at Sousuke.
"Look carefully. It's him."
After saying that Lemon and the others came near. Sousuke with a stagerring arm props the carbine gun, aiming at them.
"Sousuke. You were alright"
Lemon said.
"Unfortunately. What about the enemy"
"The enemy outside were mostly taken care of. It seems that one of the enemy headed in here. Then we heard a large explosion a while ago..."
After saying that, Lemon glanced at the gun and equipment of Sousuke, knitting his brows.
"Its the the enemy's weapon. Did you kill him"
"Affirmative"
"Then, we repeled the enemy.... but, they were able to attack this far."
in front Lemon smacking his lips, Sousuke staggers unsteadily, leaning in the nearby wall.
"Your colleague died over there"
"What kind of guy"
"About 40 years old, a reserved mouth and black hair"
After hearing that, Lemon's eye circled, looking down closing his eyes.
"Delecour huh. Dammit"
"But it looks like the enemy was after me"
"yeah. Why do you say that?"
"They know my name"
"Is that so."
Standing there was difficult, Sousuke gave his back to the wall.
"and then? With that Rambo appearance, what do you plan to do now"
"I plan to get away. but, it looks impossible"
In Sousuke's exhausted words, Lemon let out a smile.
"Aah, that's right. You're not the invincible Superman. Now you have to get your strenght back."
"That's right."
"The problem is, even up to this reverse side of the world, there are guys who came here to kill you"
"aah"
"Do you know the reason for that? They regard you highly, purposely dispatching military personel to kill you. Although I can guess, I don't have the confidence. Can you tell us why?"

Walking to the side, Lemon looks into the face of Sousuke.
"I don't know"
Sousuke mutters puffing with wounds not yet fully healed.
"They really hate me"
"That's not the only reason is it"
"There is another possible reason I can think of"
"And that is?"
"it's Al"
"Sousuke tells them the name of his partner.
In the mean time that guy is still alive, if <Amalgam> has gotten hold of that information, they think that the combination of me and him would be a [threat] to them, they are trying to test which they can kill."

There are piles of problems for Teletha Testarossa.
Playing the drama for a whole week is very tiring for the body and mind, she was not able to rest.
Firstly, there was the settlement of the operation in San Francisco. Speaking of the little eye-witness in the harbour, there was a flashy battle of AS. There were no noise about it in society. With the background of Mythril's power, they can falsify the information as a [disputes of drug cartels] or the same reasons, but being isolated as they are right now that was not possible. Also having the need to manage the information, the ships AI <Daana> and the subordinates have to contribute to the operational checks, finally having to do it themselves.
After the confluence of the <Tuaha de Daanan> which was on standby on the Californian sea, it was difficult to erase these from the stolen eyes of the US Navy and Coast guard.

The American Navy were no fools. And the <De Daanan> has been commissioned for more than one and a half year. With them developing means to detect the ship, they are in the process of finishing the results. Their detection system steadily progressing, Tessa and the others are more restricted in making moves.
Three days of secretly cruising, after reaching 120 miles the coast of Mexico, Tessa withdraws the alert level of the ship. The order was repeated by the vice captain Mardukas, the ship's AI silently announcing this, from the crew that recieved this order, finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Captain, 2 hours from now Lt. Clouseau will be waiting."
Mardukas informed her.
"That's right. Let's go."
She stood up from the Captian's seat. Usually her ashblond hair are carefully braided, casually bundled in the back of her head. It's been around two days since she took a shower. There was no time for her to groom herself, the situation in these 3 days have no time to conjecture. If this were to be a male captain, the unshaved face would be left as is.
Leaving the manuever and observation to the officer on duty, they headed into the briefing room with Mardukas from the bridge. The sailor and officers that they met on route, having the situation lowered like this saluted to her. At the same time that the military organization <Mythril> was annihilated, there is no longer a need for such salute, no matter how many times it was said, the crew would not abide.
"Everyone is tired."
Tessa mutterd who was completely exhausted herself, but she has to put on air for her subordinate. Straightening up with her will, she energetically walked with a quick pace.
"Yes Captain. although our morale has not yet been influenced, we are worried about a Miss or an accident."
Mardukas following behind said with a small voice.
"If possible half a day. They would at least want 8 hours or rest"
"impossible. We rest six hours then head south."
Because Mardukas purposely said this, he was not able to speak lightly of this, Tessa also knows it well. But there was 6 hours of sleep for a military compromise. To remain more than that in this sea, will give way to the seatch of the US Navy.
In addition, the Navy's information can also be stolen by <Amalgam>.
"it is not for the subordinates. It is for you"
As expected, Mardukas was hanging on.
"After the decoy in San Francisco, you have not yet rested. You have secluded yourself into ordering the crew. Right about now in the bridge, Lt. Godard are telling the crew [The captain is tired]"
"If there was consent, would it be alright to proceed?"
Tessa said While trying to kill the desperate irritation gushing from her inside. And she immediately regreted what she said.
"I'm sorry, it is as you said. I will be careful"
"No..."
"But, the limit of taking a rest is 6 hours. There will be plenty of time to rest later. Let's try our best a little more."
Reasserting her perfect smile, it seems that there is no effect on Mardukas. He halted, briefly affirming that there was no one eavesdropping, he formally said.
"Captain, would it be alright for a little while?"
"What is?"
"My loyalty has not changed. The crew also. after escaping from Melidia island, the details are certainly clear."
"yes"
Agreeing, Tessa remembers recieving the aggressiveness of the enemy while escaping Melidia island.

Narrowly escaping the attacks of the 3 giant behemoths, the <De Daanan> which received large damage managed to escape, Tessa and the others with their experience and knowledge mobilize, one way or another getting away from the enemy pursuit. This attack would get the attention of the American army, it would be difficult to escape their stolen glances. If it were an ordinary submarine and commander, they would no longer be able to escape the siege.
Shaking off the enemy in the mean time, they arrive in the coast of Indonesia, Tessa announced inside the ship informing her subordinates.
The other squads recieved the same attack.
In essence, it is plain that <Mythril> was judged as destroyed.
Without the orginazation that have been supporting them, they chase after the enemy in isolation.
The enemy <Amalgam> having people setting up conflicts, the enemy will be able to [efficiently] produce civil war and regional conflict, moving the state of the world. Enjoying the profits from the same.
And with the circumstance, after the explanation of the basis and source of information, she said.
(---of course the construction of [Absolute peace, Permanent peace] would not be possible. Basing it on that, <Mythril> would be using violence to aim at having [Peace as much as possible]. Following the right or wrong of military power, there is no intention of saying this or that. Although it is called the waste of humans from the advocates of ideal peace, you cannot shake the fragments of it. Even if you call it that it is still violence. There is no honor or merit. On top of that, with this ship---I will not let go of history's greatest device of violence. Completely interfering with them, I plan to completely corner them. let's stop with the whitewashing. This is just revenge. the debt to the many people who died on Melidia Island, I plan on repaying that. Although it is difficult, there is also no reason why we cannot win.)
Tessa fully remembers while having the sensation of gripping the mic.
(Satisfactory wages can longer be paid. From now on everyone will be exposed to danger. As mercenaries, you are not obligated to comply. There is a helicopter in the storage deck for personnel to get on. The Helicopter will fly to Jakarta, from there on everyone is free to live their life. There is no need for Commissioned and non-commissioned officers to hesitate. For those who hesitates, come to the storage deck after one hour. That is all.)
At the end with an unconcerned expression, Tessa finished her long speech and switched off the mic.
she also thought that the essential member of the bridge needs time to think.
Getting off the seat of the bridge, she secluded herself in the captains quarters and waited for one hour. Mardukas having something to say, she clearly rejected it. On the time of waiting, the close friend Melissa Mao knocked on the door of the captains quarters, she turned her away across the door with [return to the waiting room, I am thinking]
At the most it would be good if thirty percent of the crew remained, she thought.
No, it would not be strange if only twenty percent left. At least she is conscious of that kind of reasonable state. The helicopter that can carry a hundred personnel might require a return trip a number of time. thinking of that arrangement, while considering the problem in insufficient supplies, an hour passed.
Tessa headed to the storage deck from the captains quarters. Opening the heavy door on her own and entering.
There were at least 100 crew members stationed in the storage deck. Kruz, Mao and even Clouseau is there. There is no state of tension in their appearance, chattering individually.
(Only this?)
Thinking of the unexpected Tessa asked them. And then Mao knitted her brows, and said.
(What?)
(What you mean... the people who would leave the ship)
(Aah. Then that would be over there)
Mao pointed her chin on the other direction.
beside the transport helicopter, there were a group of 20 people. There were 10 people who needed medical treatment. There were 3 attending nurse. overall 33 people.
Only 33 people.
(The ones leaving have wife and kids. Well, it is not unreasonable.)

Kruz said.
(How about you people?)
They glanced at Tessa and cramped their shoulders.
(Take a look Tessa. The ones stationed here, landing unit, Base personnel, and Maintenance crew. Right now, there's nothing to do so they are here. Incidentally the other base personnel was helping in the ships work, studying the duty's of here and there.)
(b..but....how about the others? There has got to be someone who has doubts?)

After Tessa emphasized, all personnel exchanged glances.
(I give up. Hey, anybody there?)
No one replied. No, there was a lone second class soldier in charge of supplies raised his hand and called.
(Captain. There is a video tape of a drama, will you give me permission to disembark? No, I'll come back immediately)
At once the 100 personnel all laughed. In the center of their ring, there was a giant Maintenance Officer who was gulping down a cola, Sachs pushed his way throught the crowd, and told the captian.
(....well, that's about it, Captain. It's just, the livelihood in this ship, we can live off it, if you want to fire us now is the time! Right Master?)

Sachs said turning his head. From the crowd there was a plump middle aged man---the owner of the tavern [Darza] in Melidia island base waves his hand, and shout out with [idiot] in a loud voice.
(If you think were useless, then that's a big mistake, are you stupid. For me we are mercenaries with a severe military fame in Africa. It would be better if we appoint a successor to the Russian)

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(that's right. In place of Lt. Commander Kalinin the old man can take charge of the operation. From now on you are Pass One!)
(Well everyone really can't drink while working)
(Fool, we didn't even have the time to move a single drop of alcohol. Bringing in worthless things, there are already a mountain of idiotic luggage. Really, those idiots.)
Everyone hit his hand.
Tessa only found out later, the owner of Darza indeed doesn't even have a single drop of alcohol. However the decoration in the taver with Lt. McAllen----the pictures of those who were killed in action were crammed together in the sack being sheltered in the ship.
(If we run away then Man will become obsolete, right?)
(That's right)
(Oh my? Please don't forget that there are also women here.)
The Technical Officer Reming raised her voice from the crowd. Immediately beside her Viran, the secretary of Tessa, In charge of communication Shinohara who had a bottle of cola, said [same here] in unison.
(Still, but....a number of people were already lost right? We don't know what will happen, I want to explain clearly. Even then, why, this is....)
Losing her words there, Tessa standing stock still, Madukas who was coming near unoticed from behind her said.
(Really...there is no other way with this unsatisfactory mob)
(Madukas-san?)
(Well, I'm also one of them)
At those words everyone laughed. Only this time Mardukas did not let out the rough scolding of [Silence!].
In the noisiness he informed Tessa.
(Captain. To be able to work for you, everyone is happy. Among the soldiers it is like a dream. That is you. Of course we didn't think of you as an ignorant and conceited girl the first time. But this time it's different.)
(...........)
(For something a veteran with long military service was not able to do, you brought us this far. And it is because that you said to fight, we are happy to follow you. In addition you said those words with the real motive of your heart. If ever that you said "For the sake of peace" in that speech of yours, I too would leave the ship.)
Only for revenge.
Tessa herself didn't think that it was that simple. However, moving themselves strongly, the fact is that it was a primitive move.
Not because of morality. Not because of Honor.
The soldiers follow her for their own revenge. Most of it has been in response to her expectations, but it was completely unexpected. Leaving behind the abusive curses, in the end they could not complain.
(that's....)
If it was her previous self, she would have crumble and cried right there. But that was not so. no subordinates would demand of such a thing.
Instead she put both her hands on her hips, informing them at the same time with a clear voice.
(I understand. But, as I said earlier there will be no salary okay? We can at least somehow manage food. And that is all. Would that be alright?)
(U-i)
(Well, it can't be helped)
(Yeah yeah)
broken responses were made. She drew a big breath, then shouted at once.
(Wrong. What would be your response!?)
Everyone in confusion, they put their voice together.
(Yes Ma'am!)
(Good)
Nodding with a composed face, a queer silence controlled the place. And then unable to bear it, Tessa burst out in laughter, followed by a loud laughter by everyone. An inappropriate laughter flowed in the hanger, echoing.
She herself, did not know what was strange. It might be the tensions following tensions that there is no longer strangeness in the nerve. Rolling around in laughter, finally the tears she beared started to flow. Everyone did not put on airs, she only told them "dismiss", and everyone departed the place.
When the goodbyes being said to those who would disembark calmed down, it took about 30 minutes.

"Captain?"
Mardukas said to Tessa who has an unsettled reflection.
"Eh? Ah, I'm sorry"
Returning to her face----her face that was tired of the long operation, Mardukas carfully observed.
"....... right now as I said before, what I am worried about is your fatigue. With the subordinates having these conditions, do you still feel responsible?"
"What do you mean?"
"I do not know if I am thinking too much. Originally, I can feel that you go to a tourist spot somewhere to relax for about a month."
"I can't right?"
Although he said it with a sort of snorting, Mardukas did not laugh.
"that's it"
"?"
"the former you would have answered with a lot more wit. [Then everyone should go occupy that island, and enjoy themselves], or something like that..... No, I have no talent for such jokes, I can't say it very well-- at the very least, you would not reply with [I can't]"
"........."
"Right now you do not have enough humor. thinking of many things, your mind being tired is proof enough."
At the words of Mardukas, Tessa calmly scrutinized. Certainly what he said really hit the spot, but it does not mean that she needs rest on their current condition.
Nevertheles----
She finally noticed.
Mardukas---for a stubborn and straight faced man like him to say with sarcasm "You do not have enough humor" is something strange, why did she not notice earlier? Is that not proof that she is tired herself?
"that's right...."
Tessa answered without strength.
"I will remember. But, anyway right now we have to discuss this"
"Yes"
Mardukas replying voice was mixed with shame.
They walked again. Reaching the briefing room, inside was Ben Clouseau and Melissa Mao, and then Kruz Weber was also waiting.
Since the commander of the landing team Kalinin was no longer there, his successor became Clouseau. They also lost the commissioned officer Castello, his responsibilities goes to Mao.
And most recently, Kruz carried various assignments. Previously Mao was the subleader of the SRT, and also arranges the work of the non-commissioned soldiers. After the destruction of <Mythril>, it would be natural that their ranks would be on a skeletal force, in order make clear their chain of command, Tessa bequeathed the general idea of their ranking. Clouseau was designated to Lt. commander, Mao became the First Lieutenant.
Kruz was designated as Master Sergeant. His promotion was the recommendation of Tessa, she thought that Kruz and Clouseau had a dog and monkey relationship.
At that time Tessa asked Clouseau "Do you think he can do it?", and he said "if it's him then he can do it. His experience and skill is top class, you will know if you see it. Even Lt. Commander McAllen recognizes this. Although there are some reluctance" with discomfort.
Kruz himself liked the idea of "Master Sergeant Weber", the soldiers even say "The Master Sergeant is calling". At most, plenty of soldiers are milling in their ears, "Master Sergeant Weber. The 10 dollar you borrowed the other day, hurry in paying it up idiot" or "Master Sergeant Weber, if you have so much time help out in peeling the potatos stupid", they say it as much as they want.
Although he has a different method from a typical senior non-commissioned officer, this must be because of his personal sociability and friendliness. In actual, Kruz has no problems regarding troubles arrising from the soldiers. Although he is talkative as ever, he no longer makes disruptions as he pleases. And it seems that he has become of an advisor to inexperienced soldiers.
Clouseau and Mao had noticed it earlier, Kruz has the character of a leader. Mostly, similar to Tessa, there was a variation in the responsibilities of a commissioned officer. If you look at it, it is close to a captain of a baseball or basketball team.
Incidentally Yang Jungyu and Sandaraputa who were injured during the battle on Melidia Island who were the remains of the SRT, remained in the ship for medical treatment, right now they are stimulated into rehabilitation and basic training.
the current situation of the <De Daanan> has roughly become like this.
The greatest pending question in the problem of resupply has been settled in a free thought.
Nobody knows but in the coast of Indonesia---in a solitary island that nobody knows, there was information regarding reserved supplies, which was inputted by someone into [Daanan]. One day after the escape from Melidia Island, Daanan recieved that information.
Of course this might be a trap from someone. However, there is no other choice. With vigilance the <De Daanan> heads to the accurate coordinates of the information and what awaits them, left in the solitary island are tens of cointainers full of ammunitions and fuel, Food and spare parts.
Until now there was clearly no one who prepared the supplies, but Tessa and Mardukas had a vague feeling.
There is someone who can possibly do this. Taking <Mythril> in a different and opposite route, with heavy prudence, making <De daanan> pinpoint the neccessary supplies.
Aside from Andrei Kalinin they can think of no one else.
At that point in time, they thought that in 8 or 9 cases out of ten that he's dead. Even then how could he have prepared such a detailed---up to a point where Tessa and the others did not notice, is still a mystery.

"Thank you for waiting"
Tessa told Clouseau, Mao and Kruz in the briefing room. Saying "As you were" to Clouseau who stood up, and took a seat herself on the chair.
"As you have thought the tides are flowing fast, we really took our time. I'm sorry about that."
"No"
Clouseau answered with his hips falling.
"And then on top of the damage in capturing Fowler, for us in following the compass in our mobilization..."
"Yes, but unfortunately, we were not able to capture the tail of Leonard Testarossa. It's not that we have to find another route but..."
Tessa who speaks out the name of her own brother like a complete stranger, she has already familiar with that face. Her brother manages <Amalgam> into action, contributing greatly to the organization with his technical skills, already taking about this place in all directions.
"Even if we do follow them, we can't really locate them. For a situation like this, we had to dispatch the majority of the base personnel. In these few months they would construct the information network.
The base personnel who had escaped Melidia island had already disembarked. Transporting them into different locations around the world, doing activities in their field of expertise. Buying supplies, computing the budget, the program for resupply, and their escorts.
Of course there is the information gathering and the search and contact of the remnants of <Mythril>.
In order to maintain the means of contacting and secrecy of their allies, Tessa and the others devoted one month for the preparation of this.
Mao said.
"That's why, it's not that easy to pinpoint the whereabouts of the enemy right? They're not even professional spies."
"Yes. That is why those who were dispatched, it is a priority that we contact the remains of <Mythril>. ....For example, Sagara-san would also search for us from somewhere. If we can contact people such as him, we would be getting some sort of clue."
Saying the name of Sagara Sousuke, Mao and the others were a bit sad.
"Sousuke huh..."
said, Mao.
"We don't know if he's still alive."
said Clouseau.
"Ha. I don't think that guy would die that easily"
Said Kruz with a strange confidence, then made sigh.
"...even then, you have to make this clear, Tessa."
"About what?"
"The reason for your prejudice towards your brother. Because your simply relatives, or because he's the manager, although that kind of reason is not acceptable. There's definitely some other reason right?"
"Webber"
Kruz speaking strongly, Clouseau rebuked from the side.
"It's alright, Clouseau-san"
"But...."
"I think it is high time to know. because I'm not even sure myself, and it has been vauge until now, but I will tell you."
Actually, she has not told anyone of this. Why is she targeting Leonard herself? Why is she persistently chasing after him? She does not know up to where she will talk, daring to prostrate herself up to this point, she explains to the 4 subordinates that she trusts the most.
"<Amalgam> is an unusually tough organization"
Tessa said choosing her words carefully.
"The construction of their organization is unlike the pyramid type of <Mythril>, but more like a spiders web with an usually complex command system. Of course among them there is a manager. Speaking of this manager, you can think of this net as a "node". More or less a "highly efficient node". However, even if we render the manager powerless, the damage to the organization is insignificant.
"Why is that? won't the command system be in confusion?"
Kruz said looking blankly, Mao muttered.
"Because it's a scale free network. There are other hubs that will take its place."
"That is correct. You already know of this but, the internet originally, was a system made for the survival of the command system of the US which was scattered into various places to protect from the whole nuclear threat of the Russians. <Amalgam> takes the concept of this system, an eccentric secret society. There is a man of influence in the organization, but it's true significance does not exists as the "Summit of the Pyramid". Everyone can carry the part of decision making ability, everyone has the ability to make use of the arms.
"Oh my, like a democracy."
Mardukas complained with sarcasm.
"it is democracy. That is why the decision making is slow. But difficult to break with overwhelming strength. That kind of bothersome organization."
"Um? In other words? Sorry, I really don't understand it well"
Kruz said with a scowling face, then Clouseau hesitantly replied.
"In example of a game or anime, there is no boss character to defeat in order to get the conclusion."
"Hahaa..."
"There are many boss in there. And nobody can pinpoint them. But if you were to exterminate them, the other boss will organically move and complete the organization. Like hitting moles that would not end."
"I see. ...then, hey hey! How do we fight with those guys?"

Kurz's voice nearly reaching a scream.
"At first glimpse, they look invincible right. You'd think they are like an unusually tough short enthropy. However, they are not everlasting."
Tessa said.
"Like I said before that there is a "Prospect for victory". Following that subject, I only noticed it after the christmas incident. The report was also sent to the Border Admiral. Although the admiral thought of seriously accepting it, before we can deal with it the tactical headquarters were exterminated. ... but, the author of the report on <Amalgam's> weakness---in other words me is still alive. and this type of organization's weakness, is that it is clearly a biological and engineering."
"What do you mean?
"I see, a virus"
Mao said prudently.
Tessa expressed a smile.
"We don't know if this will completely exterminate the organization. but, we can make them powerless similar to being dead. to the point where they could not recover. This is what I thought about "Prospect of victory""
"But captain---"
Clouseau said.
"The opponent is neither living thing or a computer. They are a group of people that have communications in any way. It's exact nature can't be understood. No matter how we prepare the virus, what would that tangible thing be able to do, I myself cannot imagine it."
"that's right. Me too."
"But, how..."
"As far as I know, the idea of the virus, a genius capable of preparing it, and also capable of implementing it infiltrating the organization who can understand the information, there is only one man. ....do you understand now?"
"You mean your brother?"
Kruz said.
"That is correct. I fully know his character and abilities. Of course he would have created it, in preparation for everything. the other managers did not notice it. That is why, we have to search thoroughly and attack <Amalgam's> connection institution, by destroying the manufacturing plant of their fuselage. We have to capture Leonard Testarossa alive, by all means neccessary, and have him cooperate with us."
"by all means, you mean..."
Tessa with cold eyes, nodded unconcerned.
"By all means. You don't need any explainations right?"
"b..but..."
"thank you. But it is alright"
Tessa silently smiled, Kruz stopped his lips and his muscles shakes. Clouseau and Mao made a serious look at her profile, Mardukas face down with a pitiful expression.
"Fowler got away, but he did give us some useful information. Daanan's analysis is also proceeding. I will be heading this ship towards south, and be on standby on the Pacific Ocean. There can also be a case that we have to head to the Atlantic ocean, but with this ships cruising capability it will take some time to turn from South America. Are there no objections?"
"Yes Captain."
Mardukas said first. the other 3 follow shortly. After the consultations, the meeting was over. mardukas, Clouseau and Kruz left the room. Mao remained and ask Tessa.

"Tessa"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
Mao's look was serious.
"Yes. Why?"
"Why... Well, I think there was something but"
"Mardukas-san was also worried some time ago. But I'm alright."
Tessa smiled. Mao did not smile.
"Then it's alright. At most its 5 more hours. Eat something, and take some rest okay?"
"Yes, I plan to do so."
"The Ships doctor Goldbery also said it right? If you have an appetite.."
"yes yes! if you have an appetite, having some rest would be alright, right? That is true, so don't worry."
Tessa forcefully showed a yawn, and left the breifing room.
and immediately returned to the captains quarters, there was a club sandwich and vegetable juice left on top of the desk. Private Kasuya from the kitchen must have left this.

It's already been half a day and she hasn't had anything to eat.
"........."
She took a bite on the club sandwich, and forced it down her throat. But she can't take the second bite. She drank at least half of the vegetable juice. then she threw the club sandwich in the bedpan of the bathroom, feeling like a criminal destroying the evidence.
She though of getting a shower, but she didn't feel like it. the illumination disappearing, she took off all her clothes, turning the blanket on the side of the bed.
10 minutes passed. 30 minutes passed----
An hour passed, and she gave up.
She can't sleep.
Rising in half arch, sluggishly taking off the blanket, keeping her back to the wall, staring in the darkness.
Both her eyes open.
Swirling in her head, is the face and name of her dead subordinates. The men and women who had died.
Keeping silent, she stares at the dot in the opposite wall.

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