Tik-to! Tik-to! Tik-to! Tik-to! The drip, that constant dripping and the whishing sound of water rushing, just so must they bear to make it there. These sewers were crude and just as filthy as any other but despite the appearance, it's also effective and well built.

Tik-to! Tik-to! Pipk'po! Pipk'po! Pipk'po! The dripping sound was lost, but the rapid sound of heart beating's amock. Carried by two, he sleeps as they traversed those dirty tunnels but his mind asks his body to open in despair. He can't see beyond for he is asleep, yet he longs for a glimpse.

White noise, white light, and red walls greeted his return. Weaker than an old man to correct his poise, stronger than an ant to correct his sight and a faint friendly voice his name was called as his body screamed and brain burned. Breathing heavily he cursed his breath as his mind curled his perception to a thousand stairs of gloom and dark. That is 'till the stairs straightened, the air mended and the pain ended, now in front of him a face so familiar that in a growl he spoke slowly:

"It's not FUNNY!!!"

The face turned left and looked at a white object before saying:

"Really? It's a small amount of chloroform. Just look at me will you!"

'Snickers' and continues:

"No seriously! It's very weak I can barely smell it."

The kid sighed and closed his eyes more. His cheeks went red, and sweat poured from his forehead.

" I wonder why you over-react in times like this. It seemed to me like you're waiting for someone to rescue you.

What if I tell you that there's no rescue!"

The kid sighed and growled:

"Why do I care! What do you want Kempf?"

"What if I tell you that it wasn't even my idea tendril."

"JUST STOP CALLING ME THAT! YOU ASSHOLE! JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ANDRUSHA!"

"I don't know about you but the last time I called you that, you nearly wiped out the most powerful crime syndicate in Neu Moscow. I need to ask your mom about this."

"!!! Uncle Eugene! What the hell!"

***

In case you were wondering where I am all of the sudden. I am very close to where those three were, as a matter of fact just a single Dekameter away from them, enjoying my Coffee in the midst of my comrades/best friends as they drink tea or soda eavesdropping on the aforementioned three.

Where are we though? Just two dekameter below the surface in a seemingly abandoned portion of the old subway station, that's right they once run an underground subway station till the tunnels were turned into dwellings. This place however serves as a staging ground and training station for new aspiring recruits, surely this is the reason why they are frequently short of troops. But the product was nigh unquestionable, it's the best.

I saw them walk away as the cute sucker's mother gave him a hug and took them to the control room. As for me and the boys, it's time for some RnR. The plan formulated by Kempf was ingenious, it took us less than half an hour to abduct Bubi and despite the people's vigilantism was barely even noticed. Good old Andrey never lost his touch, such are the skills one must possess to survive a world of intrigue and wealth. I have to give it to him, he's near invincible. Though not perfect, not to mention I'm far better in some respects, he managed to survive cases of assassinations even I couldn't bear to stay sane afterward.

But nothing could match the encounter in the sewers. Remember the thirty minutes I said, half of that was spent trying to survive the horrors within. Despite having scored twenty kills since my last escapade, I constantly find myself flinching in the midst of this new strain that saps the strength of my bladder. So many times I recount the boys and me return to base with our pants wet, If only we made an appointment to the pantry earlier then it wouldn't boil our embarrassment. Kempf and his twin however considered it child's play and proceeded to gun down every bugger they could find. The frequency was a mess of ironic proportions as his brother complained about his total lack of adrenaline despite the battle and him making wild, insane, berserk, and batshit crazy comments considering his opponent's lack of eyesight. That aside I've finally finished my tea and Onyx gave the signal to go to the control room, about time for Operation Hunde to start.

I entered the dark-lit room with a spooky greenish light. The walls were colored obsidian black, and the light was very white; such is the taste of the people of this country. In the midst of things, the cute bastard and his mother were currently communicating, albeit oddly enough. I heard no words neither do their mouths open, but one can see by the way their bodies moved that they were talking.

General Himmel announced that in the next 10 minutes, the operation will commence and advised everyone to avoid drinking coffee, especially the foreigners. I found three who were out of place, skin tone so white that they must've lived in a winter Oblast in Ventura but their eyes were dark brown. An oddity no less.

I must give my praise to the politics of this state. Despite being a democracy with as many as eight political parties present, there's no such thing as bickering. People seem to have retained a degree of respect for their seniors and a sense of cordiality despite their tumultuous lives. Despite the fact they were people of similar skin, similar build, and mindset, they were different in their shape of eyes and to some degree personality. What strikes me most of all is the degree of altruism these people possess, it's very unsettling. But the reality is a reality nonetheless and I'd hate to miss my appointment with Karma.

The once dead flat monitors sprang to life, and in our eyes were the eyes of ten avtomats about to be deployed into combat. It started with them checking themselves and their equipment as they await deployment whilst en route via a chopper. The aircraft was spacious, reminding me of them Kossary 50 Cargo Bulbs back home but something is amiss. The moonlight shone on the deck of the chopper, and the only noise available was the sound of the swaying trees of pine so different from ancient Earth.

Then came the time and they jumped out of the aircraft as it speeds away like a frightened robin.

"Winters this is General Himmel, please proceed to rally point Sicara for more updates over?"

"Winters, acknowledge out."

The Avtomats moved in unison, silently but briskly they moved through the dense forest jungle. Nearly every single one of them had otherworldly grace as they navigated the humid and unsuspecting jungle bereft of any natural predators or so I thought. Just as they passed through a ravine, one nearly slipped and another fell down the hundred feet drop. Our eyes met the screen that went blank and to our surprise, greeted with a sight we barely see. It was already standing when it resumed transmitting, by now we can see why it fell; it had the grace of a human, unlike its brethren which had it better. I heard in the distance Bubi utter "V-1" as he asked his mother about why it happened. Despite this being above my paygrade, the general gave me a dossier about the project, nonetheless showing his trust in the Order rather than the others who despise it.

Our eyes locked in its plight as it tried its best not to be noticed nor seen by the various horrors of the dark. Once it noticed three monsters in its perimeter that it moved like a panicked human before deliberately plotting a trap to lure said three into its line of sight. By running towards a tree creating such noise that hunters a mile away could have raced to it and jumping upon the said tree and climbing silently towards a vantage point, it made the perfect choice to neutralize as many as it can. The monsters arrived in the scene only to be greeted by calls of their kind. Fifteen arrived to be exact and some were misled into attacking their kin until cries of pain made them stop and frustrated. The V-1 made its choice and sprayed nearly fifty disk blades on the enemy before picking them off one by one with its sheathed blades. The monsters fell and the unit proceeded to scavenge the salvageable blades before proceeding.

The rest of the group arrived early without being noticed and nearly all of them sat in unison, probably streaming the other's feed. As time went by V-1 went on a killing spree by constantly interrupting another's birthday party and as time went by the observer's words reached my ears. Words berating the unit for being near incompetent and constantly 'bumbling' itself on a bunch of sleeping geese, and rose victorious with another pizdets of a souvenir. Probably meaning the amount of damage it received as it fights another moment.

The string of insults piles silently until something unusual happened. The avtomat stopped moving towards its objective despite it being a single kilometer away and climbed a tree behind it. And as it lost its grace as it climbed due to leg damage, a terrible word escaped the other foreigner's lips and the unit just stopped climbing. It continued and sat on a large branch and did the unexpected.

It reached for its head and the camera turned around displaying a face or not a face but a metallic skull instead with red eyes!

" I heard that! General Phortoval, and mind you that I can see your grin fading."

The voice was chilling, like that of ten restless ghosts speaking at once. The foreign observers ended their plight, their eyes bore their demise. But wait a moment? Phortoval! That's the most incompetent noble family ever known to exist, not to mention living in the most incompetent state available to the federation: the Sao Reval Oblast. The only thing they were truly good for were being haughty towards superiors, being a bunch of spendthrifts, and causing civil wars too often that their coffers were as empty as an impotent womb. Barely anybody wanted to invest in them now despite the potential market due to their lack of hospitality.

"Mind you people that despite Winters being the most important unit in the field. V-1 or Sotek as we called him is the most crucial by far. We were considering this Op to consist of more than 50% V-1's until the factory declared the rest finished and so only he came.

It's the cheapest but also most dependable and easy to produce unit meant to fight pitched battles, sieges, garrison duty, and anything else in between considering that it requires teamwork as it flourishes in a team."

"But take a look at it, it's miserable. I'm sure even the Emperor won't buy it." The Phortovals jeered.

I'm currently questioning their presence here today.

" Sotek was meant to be a foot soldier, not a ninja. And must I tell you that only Sotek alone could formulate battle strategies and could even raise an army through training men. Also to be taken note of would be his sensitivity in terms of words and treatment. Abuse him and he'll lynch you, treat him well and he'll die for you."

"What a waste of time!"

"General, Prepare to be lynched!"

"Who said that?"

" I did"-Andrey.

" You need some manners!"

One of the Phortovals exclaimed in anger as he deployed his folding baton and struck Andrey on the head. But he didn't even flinch he instead smiled, the general struck again this time hitting the jaw but he didn't even move an inch though the hit was as strong as a bat. He struck again only for my friend to catch the weapon and break it with the force of his fingers and revealing his right hand squeezing an odd spherical ball the general fell to his knees as if someone choked him. The other came with a small sword but before he could cut, he too fell. Andrey lifted his arm and the two rose before he slammed them to the ground and threw them to an empty wall.

" Oh, sorry about that it just happened that I wasn't very content the last time I was abducted. However, I believe that it's you who should learn some manners General! It's the first time I rated a Phortoval with a D- in Intelligence gathering. Not even your mothers are worse than this!"

"You had some beef with these people Andrey?" Asked General Himmel.

I was nearly cheated of my honor, name, and inheritance or whatever's left of it, and nearly raped by two of their cousins. For three days they interned me in a dirty warehouse under the threat of rape. Sadly came the time of their promise, and I decapitated them using a sharp wire before hacking them into tiny bits and feeding them to a pack of wolves I befriended on the way." Andrey said menacingly, but this isn't the first time I encountered him like this.

"No wonder why you were absent back then!" Onyx said.

"Yup and now I would like to ask everyone for objections concerning my motive of trying to bargain with Sotek for at least a minute committing unknown forms of war crimes on these two before he'll lynch them on the spot."

"You can kill them now if you like! They didn't even have the paper works to be here, they're basically ghosts and can be considered committing espionage. But I doubt that Sotek would be more likely to lynch you first after learning that you molested his detainees." Jested General Himmel.

" Ugh, killing people is such a killjoy! I wish I could just gouge their eyes out!"

" You can stop ranting now Andrey, stage two is about to begin." I interrupted as he said:

"Finally!!!"