"Captain, what will you do? This guy doesn't seem like he's doing anything right."
Ten men were packed in a cramped space called the inside of the air duct. It was nearly 80 degrees hot to escape the factory heat drainage, but the men all look cool. You can't look out from where you are right now, but you can look across the duct and admire the panicked NASA people. The noise still reaches their ears.
"Hmmm............"
Phantom, the captain who plays his hand on the jaw and wonders what's wrong.
A while back, a bulkhead was lowered by someone. It's also as if it would obviously isolate the Tarrandas. Rising Sun immediately pushed NASA for an explanation, but the result was crushing without. On the contrary, at the beginning and end of being able to put on the argument that it was an act at the hands of Rising Sun, the underground city centre, which supported a population of five million, had a rather tingly air. There were guards patrolling the area in a state of insecurity, and none of the people walking around in their spare time.
"I don't think they can make contact with the EAP or some kind of external force. They framed us. Let's kill them all right now."
One of his bloody men snarls his teeth and flaunts his face. His mechanized eyes lit up in the dark, leaving a creepy green residual light.
"Well, wait, Hogan. If you look at them in a hurry, you can think of other possibilities."
Just like a man called Hogan, a man like a chunk of muscle emits. When the man prefaced with the "captain," he turned precisely towards Phantom in the dark.
"As a possibility, the internal division of NASA. Some runoff. Or maybe there's a third force that we don't know about. Shouldn't we see a little more?"
When the man said so, Hogan immediately gave a dry grin.
"You always have plenty of room, Philip. It's a long time to be in a crisis of employers."
"Shut up, Hogan. You've said time and again that we should only act cautiously in an emergency. So you always..."
"I understand your two opinions. I'm not going to stop the fight, but if you're going to do it, you can do it later."
Between the two of them, who were likely to start working together, Phantom broke in by extending his legs unconstitutionally. Then the two, whose noses were rough, immediately stretched their spines and briefly admitted, "Ha."
Phantom was the smallest of the ten, but not one of his men tried to disobey his orders. Everyone knew that that little body had threatening abilities, and everyone respected him. They and their families have a long and small past that was helped by Phantom, and few have saved their lives.
"The worst scenario is if NASA is trying to make the president deceased. Prevent it first. I don't know how you can do this directly to a mechanical opponent, but there's nothing you can do when they use the nukes."
"But we're holding off on their nuclear facilities, right?
"There's a chance he's hiding it, and there's a chance he's going to take it from me. Philip, take four men to the nuclear weapons cache. Hogan is... right. Take the rest and run to Ladderbase. I don't really want to think about it, but it could be that their aim is to destroy the base. I guess that's the real deal."
"Why bother............... oh, if the ladder disappears, are we all hostages? Son of a bitch."
"I haven't decided yet. Come on, go away. It's your chance to appeal to the president that you're not eating."
"Eye, eye, sir. You have to work hard on that... by the way, what about the captain?
Philip lifted his hips to go beyond the duct and looked back. Phantom raised a single eyebrow to Philip to show him, saying away without incident.
"I hold my head. I don't know how much it's worth to them, but they'll be able to pull out a little info or so."
Several men and women standing up front of closed bulkheads. They had carefully examined the bulkhead for a while, but eventually got away from it in a tedious manner.
"No, you can't. It would be a natural procedure, but no matter how hard I try, I can't open it from the outside. I can't physically."
Marl kicks a heavy layer of iron with the look he gives up. The sound did not sound at all, and its weight and thickness were asked.
"How about breaking through? If you shell it out, you're gonna get a hole in it, right?
"What are you going to do with it, Mr. Taylor? There are eight bulkheads by NASA headquarters, and it's going to be a breakthrough for the wind."
"Right. If there's a hole in the tank cannon, the NASA will be wiped out by now... Hmm, what do we do?"
Taro looks at the map of the terminal and thinks about future movements. We know something may have happened at NASA headquarters, but we were unable to confirm it because the communication was not connected. Maybe if we wait just a few minutes, the bulkhead will start to rise, but on the contrary it could remain closed forever.
"............ you can't hire someone who's optimistic about their position. Alan, if we're going to live for a minute longer with our current power, what's the best thing to do?
Taro asks without raising his face. The hatch of the tank that was nearby opened and Alan glanced at his head.
"Right...... that would be best if you were running around, but unfortunately you need to save fuel and ammunition. You set up a position somewhere to defend yourself aggressively with a mobile unit. If the bulkhead doesn't open, staying here is the worst option."
"I see. But when it comes to where this amount of tank goes in, you have very little choice. Some kind of big aisle or a hallway that looks like it was a relay area, right?
"Uhm. Neither is structured in such a way as to prevent the target from storming. I'd rather have a shape that fits in a little bit more... would you just collapse the ceiling and block the way?
"No, no, if I suck at that, I'll be buried alive. I'm not gonna kill myself."
In the thin light, oh, but not like this. The two argue that it's not. Fortunately, the swarm of Wainds that had been fighting until earlier had gone somewhere, and there had been no reaction to Sonar Radar either. At least now, there's some time left to think.
"Hey, Taylor. May I have a moment?"
Some time after we started the debate. Marl, staring at the terminal just like the Tarongs, shrugged as he pulled Tarong's arm. She looked at her face as she aligned her body direction to show her terminal.
"Hmm, what did you do? I know it's dark and uneasy, but I guess it's better to be in a toco without everyone. As far as I'm concerned, I'm bluffing and hahahahaha!!
"Ugh, there he is... I knew it was a blade sword to poke him in the head. Take a good look at that. Doesn't this fit the terms Alan just said?
"How about head-back on the nose with a penetration? It's not what the young maiden does.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Sounds like a good place indeed. Where is this?"
The map of Marr's offered terminal did depict terrain that seemed convenient to consolidate protection. wide floors and several passages extending from them. The road was not too wide, and then it was of sufficiently complex shape.
"Hmm. It's certainly ideal... but was there a place like this nearby?
Alan stepped himself out of the tank and peeked into their hands, doubting and concerned. When he manipulated the terminal by hand, he adjusted the magnification of the map displayed.
"............... Ooh, seriously"
Eventually the central point of the map, reflecting the wide area, was included in the red area, which represents the range of forces of the Wynd.
"... Hmm. Admiral Happy. Apparently, our vice president is no better than the president. He's doing the thinking circuit."
Alan makes a laugh at his mouth while his gaze remains directed at the terminal. Marr pointing his mouth somewhat shy at Alan like that.
"And you don't have a choice. I'm not as familiar with tactics as you are. But you can't give me an opinion."
Taro lifts his index finger and stops Marl from speaking. Its eyes were directed to the map just like Alan's, and a grin was still made in its mouth.
"Alan's right, you sure are bummed... but I think I'm funny"
Two men with a face up and a gaze.
"Oh, I agree. As soon as the whole army is ready, we'll move. And then..."
In the center of the map was an old fashioned Matok icon.
"Suppose to exhume the ruins and spill them? Take your side, or at least you won't have time to wait."