The City… Is Cleansed!
The rear was busy with the army and national guard moving about, but the 'front' was rapidly advanced by the PSD. While the rear became noisy, the front also caused some noise, slowly spreading from the east to the west, and advancing as quickly s possibly to the north. The PSD members saw some people outside, which Whites arrested before finding out most of them were criminals. Thus, with a few warning shots after arriving at every district, the rest were up to be killed or injured with gunshots.
This wasn’t just Fox or a limited area of operation, but the entire city. PSD SAs moved everywhere. Fox’s possible ascension to the Raging Blood was no secret, and the District all knew what was at stake for the country. This brought unprecedented thrive for the Piya Sanctum District special agents!
Fox was one of many moving to the front. He supervised everything happening around him, and more with Miros’s drones relaying all crucial reports to him. The SAs used WID to exchange information in such combat-ready zones, and through fast mobilizations.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Fox kneeled on a rooftop, unseen by the group of criminals who received calls of their fellow bandits south from here and planned to escape beforehand. Who could have known that the martial law thing was actually real!?
After shooting 3 in the back, breaking apart their bodies and leaving a hole in the middle, with not an untouched organ and a missing vertebral column, Fox checked his sides.
Nala had just landed after ‘clearing’ a part of the city where criminals were hurled and wanted to face the government, not knowing they were meeting the PSD first. Thus, they were rapidly killed, but this slowed her down a few seconds.
After an hour, hundreds of PSD agents were everywhere on the rooftops, through the buildings, the streets, and hiding in the houses, firing from the windows, corners, large letters. Anything.
It was still a dark sky above everyone, and the operation wasn’t even an hour old, so the criminals weren’t so sure they had to flee, believing they could hide. That was at least so for most of them, who heard gunshots and bodies plummet right after before they were seen and directly massacred.
Nala nodded at Fox, the team members following after her and landing on the rooftop a second later. They joined the fray, and specifically their zone, 15 minutes after the operation began. Fox tilted his head before continuing, kicking the ledge with the gun shooting rope and hooking at the cement, landing on a window’s sill before climbing upwards to continue the race to the north.
… The purge continued. Fox didn’t have to command at all. The enemy, the target, was only the organized crime, not something that compared to the secret world, so to speak. In just 3 hours, a fifth of the city was checked by Ly forces alike, with aerial vehicles checking for any criminal activity, and scaring them from taking any route near them.
With this, as planned, the criminals were forced to a narrowed, stretched path. The city was empty, nothing at all moved, except the organized crime and Ly forces. All sorts of young, old, and male and female were targeted and shot down.
The best of it? They didn’t even know who was after them. They were aware of that ‘agency’, but the efficiency it had was far too supernatural. No matter how they looked back while fleeing, those who took cars turning into beehives after a few seconds, they couldn’t see who shot. Moreover, anyone who turned their heads was a definitive dead criminal.
It was like one of the special agents chasing them waited for someone to look back to kill them, ruthless and quirky, but efficient.
The criminals were forced to flee one street, one block, after another. Their backs exposed, swiftly massacred by one or 2 shots, never 3. The PSDs could make tiny errors, causing someone to not die or be detained with ease, but they would not ‘have fun’ while working.
Even Fox didn’t play around when he was performing his tasks, he had his fun and fill of blood, but he didn’t play with the targets or irregularities. Let alone these Whites, Greens, and Reds overall.
The PSD had many Green, White, and Red Bloods, but not as many 1st Grade as 2nd or 3rd Grade special agents. Reds were the ones who had the most free time, followed by Whites. On the other hand, many Greens are stationed in Lymaospasó.
Regardless, not everyone was a firster, so PSD spread those they could operate with throughout Lýmoca. All colors merged in the line of the advancing PSD, forcing all those criminals, which weren’t that many, to the north.
And at this moment, with the PSD chasing down criminals, and the Ly forces not too far behind, the organized crime responsible for Proteros City’s ‘businesses’ went on its highest alert.
At the north of the city, far from the HQ of the Yopbartes gang, the organized crime group that has Proteros, Pretetl, and most of Túacan as ‘its’ territory. Their HQ is at Pretetl, in one of its abandoned rural zones up north towards the center.
Years ago, with the successful ‘entry’ into the capital city after their movements in the Proteros state, the gang leader wanted to slowly move the HQ into the capital. It was a risky, dumb move, but it could happen after gaining experience around Proteros… and knowing its corruption levels.
At this moment, however, in one of the mansion ‘safe houses’ within the capital under the Yopbartes gang, the leader and his direct subordinates were sweating and afflicted. The news from the south of the city brought them imminent despair.
“What do you know now?” Their boss, a fellow who always sweats, now even more sweaty, nodded upwards at his subordinates and asked. One of them stepped forth, a man with slightly dark brown skin, dark brown hair, charming black eyes, and of regular height. The leader lifted an eyebrow and expectantly nodded upwards again, “Lt San?”
“Commander, they are getting massacred, it isn’t anything we thought, not even the worst!” Lieutenant San explained, showing distress in his expression. “I saw some videos they took before someone got hit or something. Even when we are fighting back, we don’t know where they are. If they really come here… they’re trying to erase us from the city!”
“No mames!” The leader, Commander, punched a table on his rear without a second thought. With wide eyes, he looked at the other 2 and exclaimed, demanding something from them. “Rey, Chavito! Speak, perros pendejos! They are trying to take us out! Don’t let them, you dogs!”
“Commander.” The guy called ‘Rey’ was a white, bald short man with lots of wrinkles in his forehead when he raised his eyebrows, looking distressed. He seemed afraid to speak, and his eyes were fidgety. “We have to move, the entire army is upon us! We can’t even move that much anymore, and if they cut… if they surround the city, we’re over!”
“Shut up!” Commander barked in fury before looking at the remaining lieutenant who gulped but didn’t seem afraid. If anything, he was hesitant until now. “Commander, we do need to leave… There are no allies amongst ‘thieves’. If we are forced out of our territory, we’ll step right into the others’ hands, and we’ll all get killed. With our strength, we would get sandwiched at most.”
Chavito, who just spoke, was a very tall, brown man with military hair of the same color as his skin, and muscular. He looked at Commander, who was a brown, bald man with small black eyes and tall. He was brawny, though a little thick, and right now looked like he went for a couple of swims, yet his clothes remained half dry.
“Nah, listen,” Commander spoke and shook his head with newfound calmness. “We have always put those putas down. We’ve touched hands with every one of them! We didn’t lose completely to none of them! This is the government, but so what?”
“Haven’t we killed hundreds of their whore soldiers over the years? Haven’t we infiltrated and made contacts with the shitty polies? We use everything we have. Since they want a day to finish us up and out of their little house, we’ll stand for a month! We’ll see if this puto president can continue his little games of a fucking martial law. Send my voice, now…”
… It began as a bloody morning, and the sound of helicopters, drones, and warnings from whichever: the army, NG, or police; the population holed in their houses, too afraid to even stand up. From morning to noon, and from noon to the afternoon. 10 hours have passed since the start of the operation.
At this time, Luis received numerous letters from the neighbors down south, exclaiming their surprise and to know if they Lýmoca was alright. There was an internet block in the city, but not Proteros. Any news anchor could fly up a helicopter and try to get a good sight of what was happening.
Because, today and further, only the Ly forces’ aerial vehicles were allowed in the capital city’s aerial space. The news anchors could rapidly close in, still far from the city, and use their fanciest cameras, but very few would gain something out of it.
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With the desire to gain money from it, they of course send it to the neighbors. They didn’t even have to ‘sell’ it, as they were already paid to pass it on. Furthermore, asking for money in this case was just abusing one’s leverage and playing it risk with the head of state of a nation.
Moreover, just the combat choppers overseeing the outskirts of the capital city were enough to scare these news anchors, let alone when they came flying towards them.
Luis responded to them. The negative ones were, again, ignored. The ‘neutral’ were given a short and understandable response. On the other hand, the letters from the positive parties towards Lýmoca were not only addressed, but he called them to show he was alright, and that the city was in no danger.
The situation continued, and the city was only some hours from being freed, with the PSD members being caught up by the other Ly forces, slowing down in their chase.
Fox waited on a rooftop ahead of the hundreds of agents hanging from the sides or on the rooftops of buildings a few streets behind him. The number of criminals were almost 2,000 now, all running to the north with shaky shoulders, folded arms, limp hands, and wobbly heads.
“Come on, little rata! Hurry, hurry! You’re getting slower!” - “Hey, youuuu! That one! Why are you running!? You can just kneel and surrender, you know!?” - “Who’s tired? Who wants a drink? Come and stop for iiiit~!” - “They’re still running! My heavens, are they all the future Raging Blood’s bastardly sons and daughters? Such genes!” - “Hahahahahaha…” - “Hahaha! Guys, help. The representative is looking at me…”
The Greens, Whites, and Reds were having fun while watching the criminals go. They had become so slow that they literally had to stop for half an hour or something. Besides, the PSD shouldn’t continue without the other Ly forces. It wasn’t a merit campaign, and they needed those good points for the others.
“Motherfucker! Run, run, RUUUUNNN!” - “Why are you running now? EH!? Why are you just running!?” - “Don’t you have a fucking gun there!?” - “Too putas afraid to use it, motherfuckers!?” - “Don’t run, malcriado! Bastardos hijos de perra(bastardly sons of a bitch)!” - “I hit him! Hahaha, I hit him!” - “Me too, me too! Let me, hey!” - “Hahaha, run, little shit!” - “Ruuun!”
That being said, while the SAs were just resting and waiting for Fox to give the order to resume, bored and aiming at the criminals’ backs from afar, the citizens of the capital had something to say. Seeing the situation, with the criminals’ slow ‘march’, and the special agents who have been killing them remaining behind, they became emboldened.
One threw some garbage, another stones, others tough or sharp ceramics. Then, when one used a whole regular-sized trash bin to knock a criminal on the streets, the rest followed. A hurl of strikes became mandatory, turning this fleeing march into the walk of shame of hundreds of criminals.
Those to the front realized fast and joined the community event. The PSD were taken aback, not expecting this, and had to slowly advance to protect the citizens in case the criminal scum grew balls against those without triggers to pull.
The sight of thousands and thousands of hidden, resting special agents coming to light and walking through the rooftops, strangely leaping from one building to another, and sliding through their sides appeared everywhere. Instead of looking strange, it felt a bit… serious.
Just watching dozens of people easily move through buildings like spiders through a room’s corners mollified the citizens who were no longer in reach to throw shit at the bandits. However, there had to be limits, and whenever something that shouldn’t have happened occurred…
“…” Fox emotionlessly watched a young man get struck with a heavy clothes iron to the head. Blood and organ matter existed from his nostrils. He pointed to the window where he calculated it came from, with some drones above the PSD SAs, and ordered Miros, “Mark that one. Manslaughter.”
“Got it, boss!” Miros responded. He might not be affected by it, but he felt it. Nala unconcernedly leaped through the buildings, when she suddenly snapped and aimed her LM and fired. Bang!
A criminal who had just turned around was shot in the head, about to lift a rifle. It fired off a little before another SA aimed and broke it apart, blasting both parts to the sides with another DLM.
The evening sky welcomed more and more darkness as some criminals were left behind, with nobody supporting each other, only keeping the group alive for better survival. Now, those who thought about splitting thanked their sluggishness for impeding them from doing so earlier. The criminals continued fleeing… but those slightly more to the north were already hopeless.
… Commander was picking his stuff, getting everything ready with the room dark and lonely. It suddenly opened, showing Lt San, who checked for his boss before nodding. “Ready, Commander Don. We’re leaving in the bikes in no time, with nobody ahead. We can leave, let’s hurry! Before they send someone after us!”
Commander paused, nodded, and continued packing before leaving with Lt San to meet with the others. They had tried everything. Getting their remaining people guarding around their future-to-be HQ to arm themselves, something no longer possible. To contacting their contacts, which ended up as a failure. When they managed to get to someone, all they got in response is ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I can’t do anything’.
They had to leave, there was nothing else from them in this hell of a city. Wishing every gas conduct could just explode the city to bits, Commander Don left with his Lts.
… 4 hours later, entering the deep of the night. Fox stood atop the last rooftop in sight, with special agents stacking everywhere to his sides, resting at last. Nala and the team were on the same rooftop, and Colmillo with them.
Of the firsters who participated in this operation, about half of them were breathless by now, with the other half remaining stable and up for more. Not everyone was at the level Nala’s elite team was, and even the elite team Nauer leads had half its members wheezing for air and sweating so heavy it was humiliating. Not one of them in particular, though. Teon.
Nauer looked at Teon, who seemed relaxed and even a bit… bored? He observed and analyzed her, but she really didn’t have the same nature as Fox. Looking at Fox, Nauer noticed the differences so obviously.
With Fox, it was like he was seeing another body. Not so ‘not human’, but rather… ‘another type of human’. And not necessarily in differences like ethnicity, but… from the very inside, like his bone structure, skin, and even blood were different. Still the same, human, but different.
Nauer wouldn’t beg for forgiveness to Teon, much less show ‘his place’ by bossing Teon even when she was so meek and efficient. That wasn’t the way a leader was, and not even Nala or Fox would do those if something as unnecessary as what Nauer did to Teon occurred.
Setting his gaze on her again, Nauer nodded a few times, causing her to feel it and dart her eyes around before eyeing him, befuddled. He saw her outlined body. Arms, legs, slender muscles on those parts, shoulders, ribs, hips, pelvis… It all matched the humanness he was used to.
Thinking it was right, Nauer casually walked to her, voicing, “Hey, you…”
“…” On the other hand, Fox looked around, watching as the combat choppers followed the criminal scum, and the army exited the city, passing by the outskirts as the people living in it cheered to the top of their lungs. This… was the first time Fox saw people genuinely cheer on the forces of an army. He saw it himself, in person, so he heard the heart coming out of their throats as they yelled and thanked them.
He could also ‘see’ the waves of their sounds as some extended their arms out, just wanting to touch some of the walking patrolling soldiers or national guard elements. The sight was brand-new, even if not unimaginable nor unique in the history of humanity. Thus, Fox could see their strong, budding emotions.
“It’s completed… 4 hours before the time limit.” Nala stepped forth and stood beside him. Fox said nothing, still looking around. She glanced at him by slightly tilting her chin to the left, eyeing him with the corners of her eye sockets. “What is it?”
Fox grinned. She already knew, but the cheeky woman just had to ask him. He lifted his right hand and grasped her chin, his touch was gentle and warm. Nala was imperturbable to him, though. Looking at her wonderful eyes, he mouthed, “I just liked doing this. Nothing more.”
“Nothing, eh?” Nala’s eyes narrowed, her left eyebrow raised. She closed her lips to his arm, quickly kissing his uniform before staring ahead. She was seen, but there was no way in hell anyone dared to look a second longer.
“… … …” Fox then lifted his left arm in a slow motion, holding another, similar smallish device from before. A simple box with a thin button. The eyes of the special agents moved to him, all firsters became focused, looking at the source of their achievement. Then, he pressed it before turning it into smithereens.
“WUUEEEEH…” - “RRAAAAAA…” CHEEEEERS… CHEERS… CHEERS…~!
It was the first time in more than 200 years that the Piya Sanctum District was no longer a hidden nest of rats observing the land they lived in massacred slowly by the people governing it. They had finally acted, shown themselves… They were now here for their homeland.
Fox looked down at his left thumb, his eyes were on the burning marks that burnt through his gloves. That little thing was mighty enough so that nothing wrong could be done to the highest command’s orders. Although there were more options in case there was miscommunication.
“Hey!” Fox exclaimed dotingly, turning his head to Nala, who kidnapped his left hand and observed his thumb’s yolk up close. Her widened gray, light blue eyes fully opened before she side-looked at him with narrowed eyes. Nala traced Fox’s thumb on her lips before letting go of it. Then, he just stared at her as she faced the night sky and the beautiful nature below it.
… In the presidential precinct. Luis, Roam, and his entire cabinet were celebrating the news. The small, encased bulb that has been lightless for about 20 hours had finally been lighted! Luis had to write a public statement, but the celebration was just starting!
Just as Roam became the beacon for some to praise their president endlessly, knowing he didn’t respond well to those, and Butler smirked before looking through the window as if he could see something else. Luis and Lesly were unknowingly drawn to each other.
While Luis was still a complex relationship status in his cabinet despite their trust and actual belief in what he’s doing and wants to achieve, as he grinned in contented exuberance, Lesly hugged a few women. And as they turned to watch the rest of the celebration, with Luis looking around at his desk, and Lesly with no more shoulders to hug, their eye sockets aligned with the most comfortable silence.
It was just like a force field ushering silence everywhere from above around them, despite the dozen others in the room. Lesly stepped to him like a skipping child, only she did jump in her steps a little, arriving before him before both could realize.
Fortunately, there was no awkward, sudden realization that’d make both want to crush their glabella with a fork, a plastic fork. Lesly’s hands moved to his jaw, and Luis stood there like a fool with no motion.
Their chins bumped into each other, both sets of lips meeting meat, and their noses breathing in, long and soothingly, before breathing out hard and again a bit hard in. It was their waltz of the least important kind, but it felt like the best celebration they had. The others’ mood couldn’t compare to this.
They separated soon after, but not as if electricity crashed between them. No, instead, they were more like magnets that were forcefully pulled away by the hands of confusing serendipity.
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