[FIC] Class Act (part 14)

[dd]

Sousuke had managed to hurdle a pile of 18th century cannonballs and duck into the first hall way. The concussion from the exploding tank round knocked him hard against the wall, rattling his teeth and prompting a short burst of tinnitus. Bracing himself against a coulumn supporting a bust of Alexander The Great, the young sergeant pulled himself to his feet.

Looking to the side, he saw a small alcove. A plaque was on the wall. A large sword of ancient Greek styling hung from a thin wire nade to look like human hair. The Sword of Damocles Sousuke had read that story a number of times.

<There was once a king named Dionysius. He was so unjust and cruel that he won himself the title of tyrant. There was no doubt that everyone hated him, so he lived out his days in constant worry that someone would claim his life.

But, he was VERY wealthy. He was surrounded by the loveliest of women. He lived in a fine palace and was waited on by a host of servants willing to do his bidding. There were beautiful and costly things everywhere.

One day, a friend by the name of Damocles paid the king a visit. “How happy you must be!” he exclaimed. “You have everything that a man could wish for.”

“Perhaps you would like to switch places with me?” Dionysius said knowingly.

“No. Not that, O king!” Damocles said. “But, I think that if I could have your riches and pleasures for one day, I should not want for any greater happiness.”

“Very well,” said the tyrant. “You SHALL have them!”

And so, the next day, Damocles was lead into the palace, and all of the servants were bidden to treat him as if he were their master. He sat down at a table in the banquet hall, and rich foods were placed before him. Nothing was wanting that could bring him pleasure. There were costly wines, beautiful flowers, exotic perfumes, and heavenly music. He rested among soft cushions, women by his side, thinking he was the happiest man in the world.

Then he chanced to look up at the ceiling. What was that object hanging above him, its point not too far above his head? It was a sharp SWORD! It was held up only by a single horsehair. What if the hair would break? There was danger every moment he sat in that seat.

The smile faded from the lips of Damocles. His face became pale and drawn. His hands trembled. He wanted no more food; he could drink no more wine; he took no more delight in the music. He longed to be out of the palace, far away from that sword. He didn’t care where he went, as long as he were gone.

“What is the matter?” the tyrant asked.

“That sword. That SWORD!” Damocles cried. He was so badly frightened that he dared not move.

“Yes,” said Dionysius. “I know there is a sword above your head. It may fall at at moment. But why should that trouble you? I have a sword over my head all of the time. I am always in great dread, afraid someone will take my life.”

“Let me go,” said Damocles. “I now see I was mistaken. I was WRONG. The rich and powerful are not always as happy as they seem. Let me go back to my old house in the poor little village in the mountains.”

And so long as he lived, he never again wanted to change place with the king.>

Sousuke knew that legend. He understood the meaning---kingship brings with it fears and worries as well as pleasures. The same thing held true for a young mercenary assigned as a bodyguard. His paychecks were large. He had tremendous firepower at his use. The facilities Mithril had at its disposal were second to none. But, he was no less danger than Dionysius. And, at this moment, a sword hung over Kaname’s head.

"S-O-U-S-U-K-E-!-!-!"

It was Kaname's voice. It came from further down the same hall way. Running to the nearest door, he could hear 'Mr. Mishka's and 'Miss Krieger's voices. Their words were far from reassuring.

He had heard more than enough. Lord Naoshige's words from the Hagakure rang true again. When matters are done leisurely, seven out of ten will turn out badly. A warrior is a person who does things quickly.

"Shouldn't you knock? And what's a young man like yourself doing with a sword. Somebody could get hurt."

Sousuke had heard that voice before. Turning, he saw the smelly vagrant from before. There was blood all over his shirt.

"I have no time to give you medical treatment. A girl's life is in danger." Sousuke readied a forceful kick.

"Yes, I saw. The blood is not my own. Not everything is as it seems." A grimy hand held out an I.D. card. Sousuke, his heart racing, took the card.

THOMAS, Martin A.
Special Agent
Field Operations
Inernational Crime & Cultural Theft Department
O.I.C.P. ICPO Interpol

"International police. You had wind of their plot. Will you help?" Sousuke could use whatever assistance he could find.

"Certainly." The 'old man' took a .44 magnum Desert Eagle pistol out of his shabby jacket. "Haven't had time to get my range qualification in of late. This might do. You take the nearest. We go on three. One.....two....."

"Three!" As Sousuke spoke, both men thrust at the door with their legs.

The door flew inward. Sousuke and Agent Martin followed soon after. For a split second, they took in the scene. A girl on the couch. A man literally caught with his pants down, a knife laying at his feet. A woman with a pistol taking aim.

“KANAME!!!” Sousuke shouted as he struck. The sword flashed out, a long tongue of silver lightning. A hand fell, fingers still wrapped around a WWII vintage pistol.

“HANDS UP!!!” Agent Martin fired when the Russian reacted quickly. The large calibre bullet took the bearlike man in the shoulder and should have put him out of the game.

This was not anime. This was not Saturday matinee. Even seriously wounded, the two trained killers hadn’t survived as long as they had without being good.

“ARGHHH!” Miss Krieger grunted, the shock and pain arriving after her instinctual sense to move. She hadn’t been able to avoid the sword strike. But, her other hand quickly removed a flash bang from her pocket. It hit the floor as Sousuke brought his sword back for another slash.

A bright flass of light filled the room.

“EB TVOJU MAT’!!!” Alexandr Svyatogo rolled across the floor, leaving bloody splotches behind him. As trained, he would keep in constant motion, looking for an advantageous position from which to attack. A clasp knife appeared in his hand. His foot kicked the large pistol out of his opponent’s hand.

The GRU style of fighting would be used to destroy the opponent as soon as possible, with ant means at hand.

“Sousuke, look out!” Kaname saw Sousuke put one hand up before his eyes. That devil woman, her hand laying in the middle of a spreading pool of read, laughed crazily as she pulled a stiletto out of her pants pocket.

This was no longer a childish and petulant game. With both their lives on the line, the last thing Kaname wanted to see was Sousuke fail.

“You first. Then her. YES!!!” ‘Miss Krieger’ lunged at Sousuke, putting all of her strength and speed behind it. By fools luck alone, the young sergeant lowered his hilt enough to deflect the attack. An ashtray full of cigarettes and ashes hit the seriously wounded woman on the back of the head. Kaname had been spurred to action.

As soon as the wild-eyed ex-teacher took out the know-it-all, she’d teach one final lesson to that intrusive blue-haired shit.

“I’ll advice you…” Agent Martin spat as he blocked a vicious chop to the neck.. “…to leave my…” He was no stranger to unarmed combat, having been a U.S. Marine before joining Interpol. He barely avoided a quick kick to the groin. “…mother OUT OF IT!!!” His own blade was out, and moved in a blinding arc. He had been trained in Petjak silat and kuntao, and the knife made that fighting technique more deadly.

As experienced as the one time Spetsnaz soldier was, this fight would not be a cake-walk.

“Good. Very good, pizdato. What else did your mother teach you?” The burly Russian maneuvered to where he grabbed the fallen plant’s pot. Flinging dirt towards his opponent’s face, he feinted with his knife, then lunged with hand held like a blade.

The attack had been anticipated. In a battle like this, the head can lose the fight just as easy as the hand or body.

“SOUSUKE!!!” Kaname looked for something to grab. She was scared for Sousuke. The urge to strike at that woman made her see red.

There was nothing within reach.

“Stay back, Kaname!” His eyesight still blurry, Sousuke struck in the general direction of his foe, knowing he fought a woman devoid of all caution or concern. The blade missed and hit the near wall, the hilt stinging the hands that held it.

He let the blade fall from his hand. There was no time to bring it back around, and he needed both hands for defense.

“IDIOT BOY!!!” The one time Olympian brought her slender blade down towards Sousuke’s exposed neck. He took her hand. She’d take his life.

The move should have ended things. But, Miss Krieger found her self falling. That bitch had tackled her!

“Feeling weak? Kind of drowsy? Probably don’t have much time before you pass out, eh Russkie?” Agent Martin baited ‘Mr. Mishka.’ He doubted the ploy would have ant effect, but it felt good. Both men circled each other warily, like high school wrestlers looking for the first take down.

The American was correct, though. His adversary was losing a significant quantity of blood. The red stain on his shirt was growing.

“HA!!! Even weak, I have enough to deal with such a pathetic dolboy’eb. I can understand why you are afraid. We all meet our match some day.” That too felt good.

Both moved to strike independently, at the same moment.

Sousuke brought his hand edge down sharply, with as much strength as he could muster. Kaname’s courageous act had given him just the opening he needed. Lifting herself off the ground with one hand, the bloody stump of the other painting a grotesque red pattern on the floor, the crazed woman fell back down face first. She stopped moving.

“Get the sword, Kaname. Watch her!” Sousuke now moved to aid Agent Martin.

The two men fought a brutal match, neither having time to speak any more. Red streaks crossed their clothing, the surrounding fabric torn by knife edge. Even in his weakened state, the false tour guide had the upper hand. He was bigger, stronger, and had much more training. Had the two of them fought alone, he would have been victorious.

“GOT YOU!!!” A knife swung down at Agent Martins chest, as the tripped man lay on his back, vulnerable. There was no way he could block a move with that force.

Two gunshots rang out. Soon, a third followed.

Sousuke held the Desert Eagle in both hands. One of his first two shots knocked the knife free. The third put an ugly dime-sized hole in ‘Mr. Mishka’s’ forehead. The back of the man’s head was in much worse shape, much of it missing, decorating the floor and wall behind him.

“Thanks!” the Interpol agent said to Sousuke. “Looks like you’ve done this kind of thing before.”

“Yes. It is not a problem.” Sousuke eyes were still teary. A blurry Kaname ran towards him.

“SOUSUKE!” Kaname let the sword fall to the ground. It didn’t matter, as ‘Miss Krieger’ would not be getting up again. “I was so worried. I thought she’d kill you. I thought they were going to kill me. Jerk! Big moron. Stupid head!” She buried her head in Sousuke’s shoulder and started to cry. The stress had finally proven too much.

Agent Martin took off his jacket. He had already thrown away the big floppy hat before his fight. Now, carefully, he pulled off a lifelike latex mask. He was considerably younger than he had made himself look. “Whewww!!! Good to get out of those. Unfortunately, the odor is not a disguise. I can sure do with a shower.”

“Yes.” Kaname held her nose.


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Things hadn’t turned out nearly as badly as they could have. Areas of the museum were destroyed, and some priceless artifacts were lost, but the bulk of the destruction took place in a hall of manikins and simple memorabilia. While the operating board of the museum would likely debate the idea, more than a few sponsors who were present at the take-over wanted to leave the devastation intact, as a dramatic example of the dark side of war. A small new wing could be built to take its place. Given the nature of the tragedy, contributions would likely pour in from around the globe.

The human element fared better, but aside from the criminal element, there were casualties. A small number of men and women visitors fell victim to gunfire or shrapnel. Fortunately, no children were injured. Everyone from Jindai high school made it through the ordeal more or less intact. A number of rugby boys attempted to escape through a vent in the storage room. It took a while for the maintenance team to get around to freeing them.

The police had arrived on scene before Mithril or actual JSDF forces. A number of Type 96s prowled the grounds now, making certain the area was secure. Special Tactics Teams from the police joined the military in searching the museum and the surrounding grounds. Roadblocks were being set up and a large number of official and civilian helicopters were in the air.

Small fires were being put out by the fire department. A sizeable number of police vehicles were destroyed, blown asunder by the main guns of the two tanks. Both armored vehicles now lay on their sides, relatively unharmed. The crowds were at a loss to explain how it happened. One witness said he heard a noise like heavy footsteps, then saw the tank simply roll up on its side. Another woman swore she actually saw the other tank float, tilt over, then settle back down. The UFO nuts would be going wild. The JSDF soldiers knew better. The tracks in the soft soil looked to have been made by an Arm Slave.

The word would be kept secret again. It looked like some mysterious benefactors had paid them a visit, just in the nick of time. It might be fun to believe in helpful spirits or mischievous demons, but the truth of the matter was no easier to swallow. Invisible mechas. Men in JSDF uniforms, appearing as if out of nowhere…stopping the robbery and kidnapping…then disappearing back into the unknown. Some day they’d catch those guys in the act!

The trucks carrying museum treasures were safely recovered. The helicopters belonging to the criminals were intact, if bullet-riddled. They would make it to a military auction, or show up on Ebay.

Few people knew of Souske's actions. That was good. He intended to keep it that way. As far as Miss Chidori realized, it was just another crazy otaku stunt. Off the record, the Interpol operative thanked Sousuke for saving his life. Sousuke responded by giving thanks in return---there was no way he could have survived a fight against both adversaries.

“Looks like the Gecko got away,” Agent Martin said. “He was the head honcho, the other member of the Big Three.”

“Gecko?” Sousuke did not understand the reference.

“Yes, the Golden Gecko. In real life, a small harmless lizard, adept at climbing; hardy; nocturnal; capable of a painful nip if handled improperly. In this case, a semi-retired cat burglar, with a notable calling card and a history of doing freelance mechanic work. Teiichi Murisato. The man who showed such a fondness for you, Suki.” The agent winked with that last word.

“I see. That is a disappointment. He is a dangerous man. But, he did not leave uninjured. I suggest you put in a call to all hospitals, emergency clinics, and any other health care providers. His wounds should not be commonplace.” Sousuke spoke without pride or rancor. Kaname’s ears perked up. She hated that man, Mr. Kimitaku. What dis Sousuke do to him? C’mon. C’MON!

“O?” Agent Martin smiled. Maybe there was a little bit of justice served after all.

“A shuriken found its way into his nether regions. He was losing a fair amount of blood. His reactions were a bit exaggerated. He ordered the M4 to fire. Indirectly, I am responsible for the destruction to the museum.” Sousuke seemed a slight bit discouraged.

“Ho ho hoooo!” Argent Martin’s who’s face lit up. “No, I wouldn’t call that exaggerated, Sousuke. Not if you sliced and diced his family jewels. And don’t feel too bad about what happened. What do you suppose the alternative might have been?” He gave Sousuke a comradely slap on the shoulder, his card, and another heartfelt ‘Thanks.’ “Wait until the folks on that bastard’s case hear about this! He got just what he deserved….” The young and malodorous man left. There was work for him to do.

“Family jewels?” Sousuke looked painfully perplexed. He wanted to ask Agent Martin to explain, but was not about to delay him any longer.

“Specialized male anatomy, Sousuke. Valued by many men far beyond other things. Three things women don‘t have.” Kaname blushed, even though she kept her explanation clinical and impersonal.

“Uh….” Sousuke clearly understood now.

“Sousuke!” Kaname’s voice was rather forceful.

“Yes, Kaname?” Sousuke automatically stood at attention.

“That was a rather terrible thing you did to Mr. Kimutaku. Do you realize that? I can’t think of a worse thing you could have done!!!” her look was very intense.

“Uh…I…there was little I could…uh…”

“It’s so WONDERFUL!!!” Kaname went as far as to give Sousuke a hug, she was so pleased. Realizing what she had just done, she turned red and stepped back.

“I am glad that you approve.” That was true.

“But there is only one question I have.” Kaname’s eyes took on a calculating look.

“Kaname?”

“Yes, Sousuke. Just who gave you permission to fight? Miss Okibasu? I know I sure didn’t….” Kaname hid a smile. Even she couldn’t honestly berate him. To Hell with honesty, then….

“Uh….”

“Well, was it the teacher?” Kaname put her hands at her hips.

“Uh….”

“I see. Did you see a vision, Sousuke. Did God tell you to jump into battle?”

“Uh….”

“No? I guess we all can see what your word means to you, Sousuke. I would have thought that a military machine like you---always spouting off about duty and honor---would have stuck to your promise. Hmmppfff!” That ought to do it.

“I apologize. I have indeed failed you and Miss Okibasu. I await your punishment.” Sousuke actually looked crestfallen. In good conscience, Kaname couldn’t take things any further.

“It’s OK, Sousuke. I was just kidding. I’m not angry. How could I be? What would have happened to me if you didn’t show up?” She placed a hand on his arm and squeezed twice. “Thank you.”

“I see. I owe you thanks too, Kaname. You tackled Miss Krieger. I owe you my life.” Sousuke bowed his head.

“Euw! Ugh! Who would actually want that. Just try to do your job better next time, OK?” Kaname sniffed and held her nose in the air. The shake in her hips was purely a reflex.

The two of them went to rejoin their class. They were all clustered over by a beautiful stone statue in the peace garden. Before they got there, they saw a thin man with long blond hair roughly bump into Miss Okibasu and keep on walking.

“Go see to the teacher,” Sousuke said. “I must have a word with that man!”

“Sousuke, it was rude. But, it’s NOT something to fight about. I do not give you permission.” The authoritative Kaname voice was back in force.


“It will not be a problem.” Sousuke disappeared from view around a cluster of ornamental trees.

The blond man was waiting for him, a huge grin on his face. “Sousuke my boy, another fine show, eh? I bet a certain young sergeant had something to do with that smoke rising from the museum. Eh? Eh? Am I right?” Kurz Weber was as full of himself as ever. Nonetheless, he grimaced as a message came over the receiver in his ear.

“Hell, Sis. I was just playing with destructo boy. We’re not in that much of a hurry.” Kurz spoke to Melissa, concealed in an masked M9 just off of museum grounds. It was she who helped the tanks do their impossible tricks.

“Sergeant Weber, did you knock Miss Okibasu down on purpose?” Sousuke knew that his fellow SRT member wouldn’t do something like that out of meanness or spite. He was too agile to have done it by accident.

“OOOOOH, is this a school boy crush we have here? Babe, our little boy is becoming a man.” Kurz cringed again. Melissa was in no mood for nonsense.

“No. Why would I compact her? I have no reason to want to cause my teacher harm!” Sousuke sounded annoyed.

“A crush, Sousuke. Being obsessed with a member of the opposite sex. Being attracted to them, physically or emotionally.” Kurz shook his head. How could anyone with one X chromosome and one Y chromosome be this dense?

“I see. No, I have no crush. But, the teacher might. She has been very friendly towards me after I saw her in her pink under things.” Sousuke really should have known better. But, if he had, he wouldn’t have been Sousuke.

“COWABUNGA!!!!” Kurz shouted, pumping his fist in the air. “She’s total babe, Sousuke. I really envy you. How long before the two of you make nice nice?” The AS pilot’s eyes were big. Then, it looked as if he were hit in the back of the head with a 2x4. Whatever Melissa said must have been a doozy. “Hey, I’m just looking out for that Chidori girl. We don’t want ole Sousuke going Lothario, do we?”

“Sgt. Weber, was there a purpose to this discourse?” Sousuke wanted to join his class. There might still be desperate men in disguise about. He did not want kaname to go unwatched for any longer than necessary.

“OK. Just let me know when the two of you knock boots, alright?” Kurz held his hands out in supplication.

“Boots? Why---”

“NEVER MIND, Robosoldier. Maybe some other day. When I accidentally bumped into that teacher babe, I gave her a small injection from this.” Kurz held up an small autoinnoculator with two different color vials attached. “First, pretty soon, she will get sleepier and sleepier. Later, she will get very sick. She will be in no condition to drive home tomorrow. That will be up to you. Make sure of it!”

“Why? To what end?”

“Mithril bought the bus. You don’t need to know the details. Tonight, while everyone is asleep, it will be taken away, modified, and returned.” Kurz took out a schematic and unfolded it.

“Modified? Again, why?”

“Keep you pants on! I’m getting to it. The key point is that we have gotten strong warnings about terrorist activity. We do not know if it is specifically aimed at Miss Chidori, or not. Apparently, a number of indigenous groups are looking to capture high visibility hostages. School children top the list of potential targets. That could just be a cover story spread by sophisticated groups looking for Whispered, or it might be a true leak from the bush leaguers.” Sgt. Weber lay the diagrams on the lawn and broke off a long blade of grass to use as a pointer.

“Weapons? Defensive systems? Jammers? Beacons?” Sousuke guessed before being shown.

“Bingo! Sis, you bring that bag of gold stars along this time?” Again, Kurz looked displeased by Sgt. Major Mao’s response. “Yes, on all accounts. That’s why you must drive. But, more importantly….” Kurz stopped, as if something was stuck in his throat.

“Sgt. Weber?”

“Boy o boy. How can I say the next words with a straight face?” It was obviously a rhetorical question. “Sousuke, listen VERY carefully. This is of utmost importance. There is only so much the mechanical geniuses at Mithril can do. They can invent brilliant gadgets. They can store them away for just this type of emergency. They can add them to the bus, making them look like harmless every day items.” Kurz lowered his voice. The serious look on his face looked out of place. “They cant make your decisions for you. You have to use good judgement. You have to be discrete.”

“Discrete?”

“SHIT!!! I was afraid that you had no idea what that word meant.” Kurz shook his head.

“I know the definition. I wish to know the context.”

“The context is this, old chum. The special items may well save your life. But, they could very well blow your cover. In the wrong circumstances, they could blow Mithril’s cover. Then, you couldn't stay around and protect Ka-na-may..."

Sousuke understood. Now, there was an emotional attachment, as much as it was.

If you use the systems, it is best done when other vehicles and bystanders cannot witness the effects. It will be difficult, but not impossible, to hide their use from the passengers. Understand?” Kurz handed Sousuke a bulky pair of sunglasses.

“I understand. I will do my best. What are these?”

“It would be simple to project a HUD on the bus’ windscreen. It would be hard to hide it from the students…unless we used some tricks. The glasses have embedded micro-devices that will allow you to see everything. The other boys and girls will see nothing. Real honest to goodness spy stuff.” Kurz showed Sousuke how to turn them on.

“How will I explain the additions to the bus, as innocent as they might seem?” Teenagers might not care about anything, but they see everything.

“I’ll leave that up to you, Sgt. A good operative needs to learn many things. Lying is part of the game. If that makes you feel bad, think of it as useful misinformation or necessary military misdirection. I’d love to stay and chat some more, but Mao tells me I have to go. You know how she gets when I’m away too long. She needs me!” Kurz threw off his headset when Melissa made her rebuttal. Then, he took off running. “Give that cute girl a kiss for me, Sousuke. Chidori, too!”

Sousuke hoped it was all a matter of being overly cautious. How could anything else go wrong. They already had enough mishaps for twenty school trips. No. He doubted anything like this happened to other schools. It was fortunate that he was around for such occurrences. What would happen if he wasn’t there?

Time to go.


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End of pt 14

[HELLFIRE]

“EB TVOJU MAT’!!!”

Tranlated roughly from Russian mean 'go f@ck your mother'

...waiting for more dd!







Regards

[dd]

@HF

"Oto'idi, a to jebnu"

Tranlated roughly from Russian mean 'go f@ck your mother'

Egads. You WEREN'T supposed to translate.

[HELLFIRE]

Okay, so I picked it up from Clancy... sue me!

"Oto'idi, a to jebnu"

Now THAT one eludes me... I suppose the insanity that is the 'high school
girls strip show' is coming up next, huh? Where do I get enough $100
bills?!






Regards

[dd]

@HF

Now THAT one eludes me

Essentially, get lost, or I'll kick your ass.

Yup, things are winding down. We have the dance club next, then the bus ride home.

[HELLFIRE]

...that with Sousuke intact and in one piece, or is he gonna have to
go back in VERY tiny pieces, mail class?

16 parts, don't think you've ever written an arc that was this long before.
Enjoyed it, as always







Regards

[dd]

16 parts, don't think you've ever written an arc that was this long before

Yeh, it's longer than the Hinata cross-over. IF you count it as one whole arc. I suppose someone could view it as a long story, with five main arcs: trip out...hotel shenanigans...museum incident...dance club...ride home. Either way, it took on a life of its own...