Kill the Dragon

“You want to use psychoframes? ”

Oracle speaks. Sergeant Red nods as if it were nothing.

Sergeant Red coordinated the psychoframe with the technical team. On one side, the first generation of red-colored psychoframes were under maintenance.

“Well, of course. How many psychoframe boosters are left? You have to include me to create only one team. ”

Sergeant Red was recently discharged as a first-grade instructor, but received a reinstatement order. Red also took that for granted. I lost a lot of reinforcements to Bahamut. I can't afford to mock Sergeant Red.

“You're crazy. That leg's a psychoframe. ”

Oracle knows that one of Sergeant Red's legs is a prosthetic leg. Psychoframes are worn, not on board. If your foot feels unnatural, it will have that effect.

“That's why I'm tuning it. Don't make a fuss. ”

“I see him walking to his grave on his own feet. ”

Tuk-tuk.

The technicians noticed Sergeant Red. It meant to take Oracle outside. Sergeant Red notices that and grabs Oracle's arm.

“Come. Let's have a drink. ”

There were a few soldiers in the hotel drink bar. Arc's soldiers, as well as a group of external special forces. Many of the arc's soldiers originally came from special forces. Of course, it's been a long time since I've been busy with my repentance.

Click.

Sergeant Red takes the orange juice and opens the bottle. He looks at the slimy Oracle.

‘He's not a soldier. ’

Arc soldiers are a resource, not a conscription. They've all volunteered to join the most dangerous force in the world. Honor, vengeance, patriotism, mission... There were one or two reasons to risk your life, and it became a foundation of high deception and mental strength. There could not have been a better military group in human history.

“If you're nervous, look into my future. Whether he's alive or dead.”

As Sergeant Red speaks, Oracle opens his eyes.

“I just don't care about your future. It's just a stupid thing to do. ”

Oracle said coldly. Sergeant Red knows Oracle well.

‘I never see the future of anyone close to me. It's terrible to see a certain death. ’

Oracle does not see every future. It only prophesies a great event and does not match the outcome of it. It is a single and one-dimensional ability to predict. A small, fluctuating event or individual's future is foretold to be even more concise. It is rare for her to see the definitive prophecy until the result.

“Put on that fancy tunic suit and die. I'm the only one who's good at nagging. And get me a drink. You want me to drink juice like kids? ”

“It's bad for your health. ”

Sergeant Red refuses at once.

“Don't you think it's too late to care about your health? ”

“I'm researching a cure. ”

“Do you think I'm an idiot? How many of these people have survived? By the time the war was over, the placenta was gone. I'm the only survivor of this disease. How are we supposed to study it and find a cure if we don't have a sample? ”

Sergeant Red frowns. He didn't want to wake Oracle from the cryogenic surface either. Realistically, it was impossible to cure psychic exposure.

“That's why you want me to stay in the lab and get treatment. Damn it.”

Sergeant Red's hesitation grows worse.

“At least I'll live the rest of my life on my own terms. Ten years is enough to keep me tied up. ”

Sergeant Red has given up talking about this. I have no reason or strength to persuade him. There was no girl who was shiny and innocent anymore. At the end of the world, there was a man who was stabbed and defeated. My chest was as cold as my head.

“Let's cut to the chase. If you want to eat, eat. ”

Sergeant Red pulled out the vodka with impulse. He pours the vodka into the glass and ignites it. He drank sparkling vodka straight.

“It's been a while. ”

Oracle had a mouthful of vodka. I feel like I'm swallowing a cold flame. It burns from my throat to my stomach. She smiles joyfully at the sneezy intoxication. Sergeant Red fills her cup in the grave.

‘In a crazy world, crazy is normal. ’

“Hmm.”

Oracle wakes up. Your orange hair is all messed up. I pulled the duvet with my thin fingers. The ritual that died gradually shook his head...

The sunlight broke through the closed curtain and fell. She grimaces at you with a sore head. First of all, I remembered what happened last night one by one. Memory is cloudy and fragile.

‘After drinking with Sergeant Red.... And then? "

Oracle stumbles upon memories and realizes that this is not his room. By the looks of it, it was Sergeant Red's room.

Did you do this? ’

Oracle wakes up. She looked under the blanket. Underwear, but no sign of undress. Oracle stands in front of the mirror, checking his chest and neck. The skin was clean. It felt strange. Dual emotions crossed.

“You look like a gentleman. ”

Oracle mutters and goes to the bathroom and washes. She puts a towel around her neck and goes through the drawer. It was just a poem.

“Still a nasty taste. ”

Oracle suddenly realizes that there is no fire, even if it is cigars. Sergeant Red can't have a lighter in his room.

“Hnng.”

Oracle groans and throws his cigar to the ground. My mouth is thick and my hair is thick. She decides to go back to her room and rest some more. I took my coat and went out to Juju Island.

“Huh? You? ”

Oracle, who was out there, found a familiar face. It was a mask, to be exact. Silence passes in front of Sergeant Red's room.

Silence gazes at the slimy Oracle. According to his memory, the room Oracle left was Sergeant Red's home.

‘My voice and eyes still seem to be awake. Broken hair, muddled clothes. Stinking booze. ’

Silence thought it was disgusting. I didn't like Sergeant Red who was hanging out with this woman.

- Bitch.

Silence hears the words in his electronic notebook. Oracle's eyes widen. She waves her hands in panic.

“Hey, there's a misunderstanding... ”

Silence did not listen to Oracle's excuses. I reached out my palm and shook my head to the left and to the right.

-Don 't mislead anyone.

Silence is determined. He backs up the Oracle and walks on his feet. Oracle scratches his head.

‘You don't like me. I don't think I'm gonna fit in with the kids. ’

Oracle felt bad for the third graders. Completely different from those who choose the soldier's path by their own will. In Oracle's view, third graders are suffering from a frenzy called a mission. Children who do not know the difference can only be touched by the words "a noble mission."

‘When the war is over, who will take responsibility for them? ’

Whew!

Lee was wearing a psychoframe. I've moved my arms and legs. There's a good chance that Ehan will go into a psychoframe on this one. That's why the entire third team moved to the site. Okto made some improvements based on his last test.

“The joints will be stiffer. Mobility will be impaired, but we'll be able to stop the fire like before. You're not as weak as you think you are. You can't keep up with the machine's performance. ”

“That's a good thing to say. ”

Ihan replied: It was a joke by Okto himself.

“and put refrigerant in it. The fever rose faster than I expected. You won't have to suffer from heat for another minute or two. ”

“If he tried to just put it in a steamer again, he would have grabbed that chunky collar. ”

Lee Han was half sincere. I thought I was going to die in the test. I moved briefly, but my sweat and heat were in my suit.

Okto explained the improvements, as if using a toebox. Less than a month after the last test. Octo made the psychoframe readily available even with a temporary prescription.

“And a new weapon. We processed the bones of the dragons we found in Africa. ”

Lee looked at the long spear. It was a window fit to the size of the psychoframe. Lee grabbed the spear and swung it around. The balance was not bad.

“My whole body is heavy. Is there a lot of extra equipment? ”

Okto claps and smiles as if waiting. It was the most vivid moment in his face.

“I'll explain now. The left and right arms have the same grappling gun as aerial warfare equipment. The cable is attached to the shoulder case. ”

Lee looked down at his forearm. You see the grappling gun. It weighs heavily as you move your arm. The tube on the grappling gun is attached to your shoulder blades, riding your elbows and shoulders. A case for holding cables was attached to the shoulder blades.

“Is this working? ”

“Of course. It's removable. Take it off when the ground wars begin. Anyway, Spider-Man is no different! ”

Okto claps his hands.

“What? Spider-Man? ”

“Oh, there's that. It works the same as a conventional grappling gun. Try it.”

Lee Han aimed at the target, which was 30 meters away, as Okto said. The hologram of the helmet shield gives a calibrated shot. A more precise aim was possible.

Shririric!

The hook is fired. The cable extends like a star-spangled tail.

“Bend your pinkie inward or press the button manually. ”

Lee Han bent his little finger deeply inward. On your shoulders is the sound of the motor spinning on the cable case.

Uhhhhhhh!

Lee was dragged away, bending his knees and enduring it. The weight of the psychoframe was manually adjustable motor output enough. Frequently, it breaks down quickly.

“How do I stop this? ”

Okto thought for a moment and said,

“If you bend your pinkie in the same way, the cable stops, and if you move your index in the same way, you will lose your hook. ”

Lee had rehearsed several times. It was hard to get used to the quick learning method.

“It's quite a hassle. Can't we just use a grappling hook? ”

Okto shakes his head. He put on all the equipment he had developed. If prototype equipment is proven in practice, it may be used as standard equipment.

“Once you get used to it, it'll be worth a few times more. We'll leave the air warfare to the first generation on this mission anyway. You're not a psychoframe for aerial warfare. ”

Lee tried using the new equipment one by one. The jumppack was also much stronger in output.

“Jumppacks can explode when they are shocked. Don't block anything with your back. It's gonna hurt a lot when it explodes. ”

“Are you going to be sick? If the chief says he's going to be sick, he's going to die. ”

The engineer next to me laughs. Jumppacks are essential despite their dangers. Aerial maneuvers are essential for psychoframes. No matter how good a psychoframe is, you can't catch a flying dragon on the ground.

‘You shouldn't hit your back. ’

Lee carved the words into his head. Even psychoframes are outputs of flying jumppacks. Lee, an outsider in technology, clearly knew what would happen if this exploded.

‘Maybe Okto thinks of me as a part of a psychoframe. ’

Lee looked closely at Okto. Often, the inhuman frenzy flowed from his speech. Such frenzy led him to where he is now. I was sure of my skills.