(KigaVerse) Red Lotus vs Nakajima Corp HQ (and Double-Barrel)
From PRIMUS Database
(All characters speak Japanese unless otherwise stated. Translations are used for ease of access. This is from the story (KigaVerse) Red Lotus.)
Yua Nakajima's knuckles were white on the wheel of her modest Japanese sedan. She held her frightful gaze forward, avoiding eye contact with her captor. His quarry had taken him to the headquarters of Nakajima Corporation and the stronghold of her father, Masaki Nakajima. She took a deep, controlled breath before speaking aloud, her voice cracking as she did so.
"This is it," she announced nervously, never looking into the rearview mirror, lest she catch a glimpse of those eyes. The round he had sustained to the cheek in Kyoto from a Yakuza thug had left both eyes bloodshot in the wake of the swelling which was receding due to his healing factor. When she began to speak, he opened the rear passenger side door and stepped out of the vehicle. As he did so, her tone became more frantic and dire. "But you'll never get to him through all of that security!"
Hiroyuki exhaled a shaky, fatigued breath. It had, all of it, led him here. And nothing would stand between him and his bounty.
"Just watch me," Hiro exclaimed quietly into the cool night air.
A pair of soldiers clad in black gear and fatigues stood idly on guard, protecting the front entrance of the Nakajima Corp building. Each of them were equipped with Howa Type 89 rifles loaded with 5.56×45mm NATO rounds, Minebea P9 pistols with 9×19mm Parabellum rounds and several M67 Series frag grenades. Although this equipment is commonly found among Japanese infantry, these men were international mercenaries under the employ of Double-Barrel. Contracted to protect and enforce the interests of Nakajima Corporation and its corrupt mastermind, Masaki Nakajima. On this night it would all come crashing down around him. On this night there was a whisper of vengeance in the air, and it was approaching Mr. Nakajima with unrelenting focus and commitment.
A blurry, black mass rushed the guard on the left flank without warning. It resembled a shadow in movement. No physical details the naked eye could discern, but upon a closer examination in slow motion, one could identify Hiroyuki Uchida grappling the unsuspecting merc in mid-air. His left leg and arm led in, heel hooking deep into the merc's waistline as his left arm hooked around the back of his neck into a jiujutsu-type maneuver. As his body swung into that of the merc at near super speed, his right foot came around and under his Howa rifle and into his left hip. In the same fluid motion, Hiro's right hand ceased the barrel of the Type 89, beginning to bring the strap over his head as he swung his target into the momentum, bringing him down to the ground. Hiro's back made contact first, the Type 89 having been released from it's secure position around the merc's torso. As he made contact, he dragged the merc over him, continuing to use his momentum combined with his heels at hip level to toss the merc to his left and toward his cohort. At the same time, he relieved the soldier of his Type 89, quickly readying the assault rifle for a three round burst which, when performed at supernatural speed, could be placed with precise accuracy. The first shot was placed to the head of the airborne merc he'd just disarmed, penetrating his cranium with an explosive plume of blood and brain matter. The second and third shots crawled the length of Merc #2's body, travelling through the crimson mist forming behind the skull of Merc #1. The first hit him in the shoulder which was protected by nothing more than a T-shirt. The second round was released from the barrel a bit higher, puncturing the temple and creating another vibrant plume of blood and meat. Hiroyuki emerged from this high speed exchange in a sitting position, right knee bent and lifted with his left crossed beneath along the ground. To the naked eye, Merc #1 was violently twisted and catapulted into his partner's torso at an impossible rate of motion as both of their melon's spewed fluids into the brisk evening air with the ringing off of three fully automatic NATO rounds.
Wasting no time at all, he pushed off his left calf and into his right foot, returning to his feet and retreating deeper into the right flank of the entrance to assess further action. Hiro had received years of the worlds finest super soldier training. This meant every calorie expended, every action in of itself, was precisely and methodically paced out for maximum results and as little risk to personal efficiency as humanly possible. His creators liked to think of their subject's brains as tiny organic super computers under post-grad conditions. Hiroyuki wasn't just one of those subjects, but the best of them. His movements and the judgements used to dictate them were akin to a symphony of violent perfection. As messy and haphazard as they may often seem, there was no one on the planet that could do it better from a tactical and logistical point of view. If his masterpiece at the most secure Yakuza stronghold in the world, or at the Tokyo Police HQ weren't enough to solidify it, his next work of art was about to leave no room for debate.
(Work in Progress...)
