Hun was already planting the bomb in an integral part of the building's architecture. She was just waiting for Seal Man so that they could link their bomb to the same phone line, making the explosion simultaneous. Seal man arrived. That was nice. But they lacked the wiring and tech skills to actually link the bombs, so they just kindly asked their seal's pretty bad AI to make a program that would call two phones at once and not route the call anywhere else. After the program was complete, Seal Man turned to Hun. “What are we going to do after this?” Hun let it slide because he was just a bit younger than her. “The bomb will destroy all of our biological footprints, and I ordered and bought the bomb from the Miss Swiss black market. Of course, people in the UCLA made the bomb with materials trackable to their land, so we can simply take a trip back to our different homes.” The Seal Man thought well of her planning. To bad he didn’t do any himself. “Then let’s go for it. For Lolita herself.” He armed the bomb, and they quietly strode out of the basement of the fancy building. It was too perfect, as if Lolita had built this basement just for this precise moment… A man with a jolly red face approached them when they finally emerged from it. “Going off alone during the party, eh? Reminds me of when I was a young lad…” Neither of them needed to parry the statement, they just smiled and passed the man. As they did, the man returned the smile and then assumed a stone cold face. “Glory to Lolita.” Then he returned to his happy oblivious self. First of all, Hun would never even think of Seal Man that way. She was 29 and he was 16, that would be a horrifying decision to make. Seal looked worried. Hun glanced over at him and noticed. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him with my seal.” He was of course relieved. “Good. We shouldn’t murder a brother.” “I agree all the way, unless he has committed heresy.” Seal, realizing a big issue with the plan, reminded Hun of an obstacle. “I should probably finish my shift. If I just leave, It’d be kinda suspicious.” Hun nodded. “Of course. I’ll stay too, just until the party’s over.” Seal and Hun enjoyed the rest of that night, but someone a couple thousand miles away didn’t. Not one bit.

Pistolet S. Mamasha was raised to be a human weapon. Her .50 SNP, with a 20 round mag capacity, (Don’t worry, it’s also belt compatible. She merely walkes around with the mag for mobility) still didn’t have enough bullets for her enemies. The one thing that kept her happy was life itself. Without life, she would hate everything. She starved, carried a 29 pound weapon with her constantly, and was shot at on a regular basis. Not the average 16 year old girl, as you would expect. Of course, the SNP (Svirige Negative Personnel. Translators messed up a bit cause Svirige is a weird language) wasn’t always held at ready position, but in its place PSM modded for adjustments such as 10mm, full auto, and extended barrel length from her home country, Mamasha. Her and her Motherland shared a name to represent the fact that she was practically raised by the country herself. She is also great for Mamashan propaganda too. “If a young girl can fight a war, you can too!”. She wasn’t mature, and some would say she shared a mind with a child. She was young, yet the military still expected her to fight in mumerous wars and walk away without any remorse or trauma. Except recently, she didn’t fight for a military anymore. She fought for a private military corp. She was paid handsomely, but this also meant fighting the most dangerous threats in the world. What could she use the money for anyway? Vodka? A car? A mansion!? Nope. She was too young, and all she could get was videogames or other things available in the medium sized city of Yekaterinburg. Her base was her base, and she was never allowed to leave, because the two leaders of this corporation were legally her parents, and Child labour laws were destroyed all over the world in 2024. Along with all the countries which once held strange names. Mamasha was Russia, the UCLA was America? Who came up with that? And apparently, everyone hated each other, There was once a north Sang, Korea, I mean, which always was causing issues with something called a nuclear weapon. Earlier, Russia and America had something called a Cold War which they just flexed nuclear bombs on each other. America also didn’t like China, or a whole bunch of other countries. It’s confusing, because Mamasha and the UCLA are practically married now. You can find people of both nationalities sharing a keg of beer or a bottle of vodka together and having a jolly time. Same with almost all countries in the world. But the best of friends are of Mamasha, the UCLA, and the DPRM. The world was so much more peaceful, but so much more worse when it came to laws and oppression. Peace, is one of the greatest things in the world, but the tradeoff we got for it probably wasn't worth the price. But now, some people are messing it all up. Where Religion of any kind was accepted, people now have gunfights and blow things up over a couple words in the great book of Lolita. Now, as a proper follower of Lolita should, I firmly believe that everyone regardless of race, nationality, or beliefs should be treated equally. Converting heretics is also good, but what is the point of using lethal force? Won’t Lolita save them on her own time? There are three shadows in the great book of Lolita. One, a person who will crusade in the name of Lolita, another, one who will do what everyone else thinks is wrong and succeed, and finally, one who will unite the world regardless of religion. The only question is, if I even am, which one is me? Will I unite the world or will I do what is right? This new assignment, I might know which one. My military was hired by an anonymous country to destroy a small unit of terrorists which have been causing all the trouble around the world. The leader, a woman named Hun Liuxing. We know literally more than she knows about herself, but she doesn’t know we even exist. She thinks no one knows anything about the things she does like murder tens of innocent people with families. Now, it was her job to kill the one person everyone else had died trying. She needed to do what was right for the world, and what all of the other followers of Lolita thought was the greatest betrayal. She was prepared to do what was needed for the good of world peace, and for Lolita. So, she requested only the best of ammunition, Loaded her LMG with a compact 20 round box mag, brought a couple spares plus a lengthy belt or two, and prepared her gear. It was time to work. She got in her primary unit’s well suppressed helicopter and lifted off the ground in a puff of wind.

What is it about explosions that are so satisfying? Is it the fact that years of work can be brought down in the press of one button? A single, mere button can change everything in the entire world. One of the hardest yet most awesome things to do in your life is to change the world. It gives you a feeling as if you can stare down everything upon the planet and dash it with your thumb. It truly is the most addicting feeling out there, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Liuxing could feel her heart rising as she lowered her thumb to the button. Seal Man almost screamed. “Not yet! Please!” Hun was quite confused. “We are still in the building Hun!” Liuxing took a full spin of a look around. Dang. The feeling had found its way to her thoughts again, past her common sense. Suddenly, everything was dark. Someone had taken out the power. But why? “Sh-” was the only thing she could shove through her teeth as she realized they’d been figured out. By who? That was the only question that mattered right now. She wasn’t even equipped with NVC (Night Vision Contacts) at the moment. She could feel Seal Man’s look on her face and she nodded toward him. They backed up against the wall, on opposite sides of the door. If the enemies’ objective was to defuse the bomb, they would search the basement covering a bomb squad. But if their objective was to successfully get everyone out of the building safely, they would have to spread out across the large building to find all the civilians. That was exactly what Hun and Seal were waiting for. Just as suspected, a man walked through the door, Semi shotgun at the ready. Shotguns in general are dangerous, as the pellet spread can make up for inaccuracy. The pellets did not penetrate very well, meaning armor was very effective, but only Seal was equipped with a simple vest. A single shot could probably end everything. Luckily, Seal actually had enough forethought to have a knife, something Hun had clearly missed out on. So, Hun punched him as hard as she could in the kidney, and he swiveled out of his pain to greet her. Seal and his knife had other plans though. Seal swiped the man’s arm up to prevent Hun from being shot. He fired up, and Seal readied the knife in his other hand and repeatedly stabbed him wherever he could. He didn’t know where to stab really. The guard finally fell to Seal’s sloppy shanking, and Seal now looked the part of a serial killer. They took the man’s NVCs and sprinted away knowing backup would be there soon.

Pistolet laughed at the corpse on the ground. How did this man even get in my unit? She could see exactly how he was killed via helm camera feed, and she was disappointed. He never had a family anyway, lonely bastard. He was worthless to the great nation of Mamasha, and a disappointment. She hopped over his corpse and walked up to her second in command. He turned to her. “Sir, his NVCs were taken. They now have vision in the dark.” Pistolet shrugged it all off. “Unless you are a complete idiot like that guy, you are gonna be okay. All they have is a knife and they didn’t take any weapons off his body. I’m guessing at least one of them is carrying a pistol, it’s probably Hun. I still have no idea how this man passed his entrance and PT test. So, stick together and don’t **** up.” All of her men heard this over comms and readied themselves for armed combat. Suddenly she heard someone almost breath a sentence into the mic. “They are here, in the central hallway, behind pillar two. Will not approach on suspicion of weapons, waiting for second.” Pistolet issued her orders on the mark. “Alright, PVT. 1, approach from left entrance. You, PVT. 6, advance directly behind. SGT. 1, ready shield. We are gonna take ‘em by surprise as fast as SGT. can walk with his shield out. Alright, let’s go.” No one was allowed to refer to one another by their names here, for the love of their families. SGT. 1, second in command, readied his gigantic bulletproof shield, really only vulnerable to extreme amounts of pure force and moderately sized explosives. He had even gotten a grenade tossed at his feet and got off with just a broken arm. (From holding the shield that shoved his arm way too hard.) a shield like this was really nice for ops like this, when there is only one or two of them. SGT. 1 lifted his shield from his back after making sure of some things. Holding it with it’s specially designed two handed grip, he went as fast as he could carrying a 24 kg wall in front of him. It wasn’t especially stealthy, but that was certainly not the objective at the moment. His armor was already heavy enough, and he didn’t want to worry about trivial things such as that. Pistolet got behind him, and loaded a belt into her SNP. She never knew if she was going to need it or not, and she wasn’t sprinting around at the moment. The two slowly approached the door, thinking about what lay just around the corner.

Seal man really didn’t like the clanking sound and shuffling footsteps coming towards him and Hun. What in the name of Lolita did they just draw from the deck? Well, if anything, they should probably run. There was only one issue. Where to? There were two hallways they could use as exits, and he really couldn’t tell where the suspicious noise was coming from. “Hun, aim your gun at that door and don’t hesitate to be trigger happy.” Hun was confused. “How do you know that is the door the unprotected people are? I’m not deaf, I can also hear the armor.”

“I don’t. Just pray to Lolita we get lucky.”

Hun raised her CV19 with utmost silence and precision, nerves starving for that one millisecond when someone would stroll through that door. Well, her nerves were pretty stuffed now. A man walked in, at the ready, standing at the corner and scanning the room for them. Hun pulled both stages of the trigger as fast as she possibly could, and to Seal, she looked like a glowing piece of steel. Her precision was wonderful, her face concentrated on that lethal pair of bullets. The oversized pistol rounds smashed into his chest, but were stopped pretty well by his Mamashan armor. He staggered, and that gave Hun enough time to unload more onto him. The air seemed to vibrate around Hun as she squeezed the trigger fully two more times. Now if he had armor, there was no way he could breathe properly under all those broken ribs. “RUN!!!” Seal yelled as he could hear the suspicious armor approaching. He dashed into the hallway, and saw another man right behind his fallen comrade, submachine gun at the ready. He fired, not knowing of the vest Seal had on. Seal fell, coughing and trying to regain his lungs and rolling on the ground in pain. Hun did a full jump around the corner, horizontal like an Olympic diver mid trial. She was thankful she had a really light trigger attached to her CV, because now she could just rapidly fan the trigger. And that is what she did. A shot rammed his helmet, and threw his head back. Mamashan helmets are made notoriously well though, so he would have gotten off with a lot of whiplash, but no head trauma. Another slammed into his right shoulder, probably dislocating it. If it missed the vest it would just destroy it. The other shots missed, and Hun picked herself up off the ground. Seal had gotten on his knee, when he could hear the clanking right around the corner. Behind that, a small female voice yelled with the heart of a dictator of old: “Hey! Set down your weapons now, or me and my friend here will spray down before you have the chance to do anything!!” Seal looked in both directions, one with the barrel of a heavy MG aimed at his eyes, another with a massive ballistic shield. He put his hands up. No way would either of them withstand a stream of .50 from a large gun like that. Hun looked at him with a look of disgust. “I would rather die than ever fail Lolita. You have lost my respect.” Hun thought of a nice little plan in her head, then executed it. She grabbed Seal's knife, and literally pushed him with it as hard as she possibly could at the MG that was sticking out from the edge of the hallway. Hun had turned around already, and she heard three shots. By the time Pistolet had realized what just happened, Hun was already next to her lieutenant. Pistolet jabbed the trigger, but Hun had already jumped behind his shield. After a second of struggling between the two, all Pistolet heard was a single gunshot. Then the massive shield fell, with her second in command right on it. Pistolet’s eyes filled with tears, and she got on her knees. Hun must have shoved her pistol under his helmet, and no hospital would fix that. Seal sat back from her knees, onto her shin, and for the first time in her entire life, cried. I swear to Lolita her damned merciless self, I am going to f***ing murder that worthless piece of garbage. I will look her in the eyes and stick an entire belt into that trash. Seal’s bloodied corpse twitched, And he slowly lifted his head up. “Please, help me. I don’t want to die…” Pistolet lifted her head, her tears drying almost instantly. She would let no-one see her cry. But it was Seal’s turn to cry. “Please…” Pistolet raised her pistol to his head, and put her finger’s weight on the trigger. Seal closed his eyes, and let out one final sob. Pistolet holstered her pistol, and smirked. “Hey, you will be pretty valuable for intel, you think I would just shoot you?” Using her dictator voice again, she yelled. “Medic!” the tall man came, but looked at Pistolet before looking over Seal. “Hun shot her way through our perimeter. We are sorry.”

Pistolet was quite angry. “You guys are worthless. I’ll transfer all of you and request actual soldiers after this. Fix him up before I shoot you.” Pistolet felt like she had graduated from being a kid that moment. The field medic raised his hands and slowly walked over to Seal, Got out his nifty medical supplies and got to work.

“He will probably die. To get shot with three .50s and live would be a miracle.” Pistolet rolled her eyes.

“Shut up and do your job.”

The doctor got to work. So far, he was doing his job properly. He turned.

“This is the first time that I am glad the bullet did go through. This one went straight through, effecting no vital veins or organs. It just slid through like a metal child on a gruesome slip and slide.” He searched for the second bullet. It had hit the edge of his vest and lodged itself in the vest diagonally. The doctor slowly took off the vest, careful of the ribs and two bullet holes. He raised the underside of his shirt. The spot was bruised badly, and made the man look not unlike a zombie under all the blood. More field medics arrived, with supplies and an IV. All of the doctors looked at Pistolet. One spoke up. “He’ll live if we do a transfusion, but we don’t know his blood type so it is surely lethal.” Pistolet laughed. The doctors were scared, thinking she was going mad.

“Do you all really NOT remember!?” Pistolet scoffed.

“I’m a universal donor! Talk about plot convenience."

The doctors looked even more confused. “Why would you want to save this man? He was just trying to kill you.”

"Again, stupid. You really think I'm going to let this valuable information just slip through my fingers?" The doctors had a loss for words in their concentration. A mumble ("crap") came from one, and a nice little (but not little) bullet covered in some almost delicious looking syrupy blood clunked and rolled on the marble floor. Pistolet picked it up. She felt a really strange urge, and being Pistolet herself partook in it. Raising the bullet slowly to her mouth, her still developing lips opened to reveal an abnormally long tongue. She licked it like her favorite brand of caramel ice cream. Everyone in the vicinity just stared at her, except the doctors who were simply wondered what happened to all the noise in the room. Second one then third bullet came out in the silence. Pistolet of course didn't repeat the process. That was gross, and Pistolet wasn't going to do it again. She may have licked it like some ice cream, but it certainly did not taste like it. She flicked the heavy thing as far as she could. It rang out far away, echoing from the hallway. It was still silent. The doctors looked up from their work silently. "He is somewhat alive, for the time being.