Spriggan Fan Fiction ❯ The Solitary Trooper ❯ Memories ( Chapter 3 )

THE SOLITARY TROOPER

By: rx79guntank

Disclaimer: All characters of Striker/Spriggan are under the copyright of Hiroshi Takashige and Ryoji Minagawa. All other characters unless stated otherwise are obviously owned by me.

Author notes: 3rd chapter done. More of Jonathan's past and the enemy revealed… Also, many thanks to Ominae and Groove for their feedback and reviews. To answer Groove's question, Mr. Boomerang will be making an appearance… soon. I did play Lunar Verse once (I got lost in the game), and I remember correctly, his name was Oshiki Tashiki (got that from the Faqs) Oh, and Ominae, you asked for Tea, you got her!

And to the readers, please do leave a review after you've read. A review acts as like a benchmark for my skills, and I am always trying to improve my writing. (Better writing-better stories) So please, please do leave a review.

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Sand, sand and more sand. Dunes as far as the eye could see. Any man would have gone insane, but for the local residents and a few select people, it was already part and parcel of their daily life.

 

Jonathan adjusted the collar of his distinctive uniform. The heat and the heavy weight of his Interceptor flak vest. It annoyed him, but he didn't mind. It kept his mind on the edge. He grunted as the Humvee hit a bump on the road and looked around at the rest of his team that was riding with him. On his left was Sykes, the marksman of the group. On the roof, manning the M2 50 caliber machinegun was Hayes, also the group's SAW gunner. In the front seats were the two other members of his team, the Ryan brothers, completing his fire team. They had been together thick and thin and today it seemed like another routine mission…

 

Earlier, a group of Marines were ambushed and isolated when the transport convoy they were guarding came under attack. Now Jonathan was part of another convoy of 4 Humvees, sent to reinforce and relieve them

 

“Hurry up, guys. I bet when we get there they'll be so glad they'll give us all their X-Box time for the entire week!”

“Hell yeah! I've been waiting to fwap to those volleyball ladies (1) till my arms fall off!”

 

The entire Humvee erupted in laughter at the obscure bathroom joke while Jonathan just smiled in the spirit of things. Everyone knew that it was just another way to keep the situation out of their minds. Suddenly, a radio transmission from the lead vehicle came in.

 

“10 minutes to the contact point. Get ready!”

 

Automatically, Jonathan picked up his M16A2 carbine and got it ready for battle. He checked the RIS (2) rigging, ensuring the foregrip was secure, and checked his ACOG scope for proper calibration. He checked his ammo magazines, cocked, and re-cocked his rifle, and as an after thought, made sure his SAPI plates were on properly. By now the convoy was traveling at breakneck speed, not stopping for anything or anyone. Suddenly, the humvee jarred to a teeth-shattering stop. “We're here!!! Get your asses out!!!”

 

Heart beating like a pump, Jonathan practically leapt out of the Humvee and into a practical hell. Bullets were flying all around and bodies of both Marines and enemies alike littered the streets. Jonathan was shocked. He hadn't seen so much carnage since the opening battles…

 

“Hide your ass!!!”

 

The sudden warning made Jonathan dive for cover, bullets slamming into the place where he once stood. Jonathan quickly regained himself and joined the firefight. The Marines were pinned down behind a wall in the street while the enemy, holed out in a 3-storey building opposite them, kept the other maries at bay. It all turned to chaos as war cries filled the air and the Marines, desperate to get to their injured and trapped buddies shot at basically everything is sight.

 

“General Adams!”

 

General Adams, the commanding officer of the marine detachment in the city was supposed to be in constant contact with the commanding officer of the mission. If Jonathan was talking to him…

 

“Lieutenant Harker?” The voice was filled with a tone of seriousness that Jonathan dreaded.

“Uh… yeah…?”

“The CO's dead! You're in charge of this operation now, son!”

 

His heart skipped a beat. “Say what?!!!”

“Just get those Marines back!!!” The cut-off tone sounded terminal.

 

Jonathan sighed. He looked around and found his fire team along with another group of Marines taking cover behind a large wall and headed to them.

 

“Hey guys!”

 

The Marines just looked back at him.

 

“You're Lt. Harker, right?” One of the Marines Jonathan identified as the leader of Humvee 4 asked. “General Adams told me you're in charge of the mission now.”

 

“What do we do, sir?” Another eager-eyed new guy spoke up. Jonathan looked at his fire team… They just shrugged. Their friends were dead and dying by the minute. He was hard-pressed. What was he going to do?

 

“Alright, listen up, you guys. We're going to get them in one strike. Hayes and you guys put down suppressive fire while we get them out,” Jonathan explained, motioning to the others around him. As soon as I give the signal, get the evac vehicles here and when unload all the shit that you have, including the TOW missiles!”

 

“Uh… Domingez?” Jonathan asked as he read from the radioman's name tag. “Any word on when the Cobras are going to get here?” referring to their supposed helicopter fire support for the mission.

 

“Not fast enough!”

 

That was all he needed to hear. “Right, let's get this done…”

“But sir, who's going to be the point man?”

 

Jonathan cocked his M16. “Well, I am.”

 

The fighting died down as they experienced the calm before the storm… As soon as Jonathan leapt out, the enemy launched a barrage of fire from the building, countered by fire from the Marines as well. Jonathan ducked and dodged through the debris, seemingly unkillable, and occasionally stopping to take out insurgents through the window with his M16. Marines on both ends could only watch in disbelief at the near-suicidal maneuver…

 

As he got there, the rest went like clockwork. He gave the signal, the TOW missiles from the Humvees slammed into the insurgent-held building, rendering it. The exfil humvees arrived and began evacuating the trapped marines while Jonathan from his position, killed off any insurgents who tried to close in. But then it all started to go wrong…

 

Techincals-Hastily prepared fire support vehicles made from old trucks- appeared suddenly, with RPG-armed insurgents in the back. They had come up from an unprepared angle, and before Jonathan knew it 2 of the 4 Humvees were consumed in explosions, along with the occupants. A fierce firefight ensued, with the Marines replying with AT-4 anti-tank rockets. But the seemingly endless RPGs launched were slowly weakening them. The explosions scattered the Marines who tried to take cover. The exfil vehicles had managed to get away in time, but now it was the rescuers who were trapped.

 

Jonathan, still in his position fired again and again, killing off technical drivers and the RPG firers, hoping to buy time for the others to escape. He'd just shot an insurgent in the head when a massive explosion next to him knocked him off his feet and into unconsciousness.

 

When he came to, it was all a blur. He couldn't hear a thing. Just ringing… He tried to look for his team, but the buzzing in his head dampened all his senses. In the distance, he could make out another Marine getting shot… Jonathan groaned and tried to stand up, but all he felt was just pain.

 

Damn, I can't feel my legs…

 

Then it all went silent. He tried again to stand up, but he just… couldn't. Then, a pair of boots appeared in his face. Before Jonathan could look up to see who it was, a violent blow to his head knocked him out… and he woke up with a shout, sweating.

 

The arid hell of the desert had turned into the warmth of the bed. And the sound of war was now replaced with a peaceful silence. It had been all a dream, a dream of a life that Jonathan wanted to forget.

 

Not again…

 

Grumbling on a morning spoiled, he did his business and prepared for the new day, changing his clothes and putting on his all-important armored muscle suit. He carefully checked his gun-one could not be too careful, and in this line of work, `careful' wasn't a word that you would take lightly.

 

The Park Hyatt Tokyo was known to be the most posh, even prestigious of all the hotels in Tokyo. Renowned especially for their atmosphere, interior design and rooms, one night could command almost a 100,000 yen, leaving it reserved for only the most wealthy and upscale.

 

However, ARCAM was known to dispense with such stinginess. In the business of protecting and saving the world, monetary concerns were a small matter and in this case this was proved with the ARCAM's acquisition of a few suites in the Park Hyatt Tokyo as safe houses and in this case, Jonathan accommodation during his stay here. While seeming extravagant for some people, is proximity to ARCAM's new office (Just a few floors below) and the association of safety being directly next Japan's government center (The Tokyo Metropolitan Building) made it a necessity.

 

Jonathan bypassed the various restaurants offering breakfast on his way out. He'd prefer a ham and pickle sandwich from the local 7-11 instead. Besides, he grumbled with a bitter tone, he had an appointment to keep.

 

Further away in the new financial center of Shiodome (3), a middle-aged grey-suited owner of a trading company nervously paces the floor, shifting his view from the doors of the conference room and his watch. It had been almost 30 minutes since the meeting started but he already was sweating buckets. He couldn't help it; this meeting decided the future of his company. The doors opened abruptly and his associate stepped out…

 

“So did we do it?” The owner was hopeful, although the disposition on his associate's face suggested otherwise.

“It's over… We lost.”

The owner froze. 20 years of tradition were gone in just 30 minutes. Just like that. Once again, another company fell to the ruthless undertakings of the corporate world. Disheartened, the both of them slowly left the cold glass halls of the office that echoed their fate, their livelihood and dreams destroyed.

“Heh, they were true. You can't win against a Moroha…” the owner recollected bitterly…

 

“And so gentlemen, may we return to business?” the cool, elegant voice of the victor echoed from the meeting room. It belonged to none other than Saruta Moroha, the head of the massive Moroha conglomerate and financial empire, owning various businesses and vast tracts of property in Tokyo, including this very building and the entire Shiodome ward, which served as their global headquarters. To the public, he was the young and debonair playboy, with the entire world at his beck and call. He was also the sympathetic victim, having being thrust into the corporate world after the death of his parents and the disappearance of his brother, Koichi Moroha. He was immensely popular with females as well, blessed with handsome, almost feminine looks, a soft spoken and gentle voice and was noted for his ability of always appearing in sharp, dapper suits, complete with white velvet gloves. In private however, he was known to be a shrewd businessman and a cold and calculating individual, always able to get what he wanted out of a negotiation. The hostile takeover just moments ago had been just child's play to him.

 

Charismatic, and possessing a magnetic aura, he was the poster child of Japan's recovering economic power…

 

From out of the shadows, two Caucasian men appeared. It was apparent they had been watching at the proceedings and they were duly impressed at the impressive display of Machiavellian maneuvering. Behind them, armed guards closed the conference room doors, effectively soundproofing the room. It was clear that whatever was to be discussed would not leave.

 

“Herr Klaus, Herr Otto.” The two men nodded in acknowledgement, yet shivered slightly. In the domain of the ruthless, being cold was a prerequisite. Indeed, the air conditioning was set at almost 8 degrees Celsius.

 

“I believe you have already made yourselves at home, gentlemen?”

“Indeed, Mr. Moroha…” the one known as Otto replied. “We unloaded our men and equipment yesterday. Your shipping services are indeed effective…”

“Of course,” Saruta laughed. Moroha Shipping Lines, part of the Moroha conglomerate was known as the world leader in shipping efficiency. “But enough of this dallying, gentlemen.” He continued. It's time we began the true purpose of this… briefing.”

 

At the snap of his fingers, a young female assistant dimmed the light and started a projection screen. An image of a young, determined looking individual with black hair and blue eyes.

 

“Subject name is Jonathan T. Harker,” the assistant began. “At 20 years old he is currently ARCAM's youngest and newest operative…”

 

At that point the image shifts to reveal several pictures of Jonathan kicking butt, including him firing a rifle and fighting off a group of soldiers.

 

“Subject's physical fighting prowess is somewhat lower than the Spriggan Yu Ominae but is extremely skilled in use of firearms.”

“Are there any weaknesses we can exploit?” the one known as Klaus asked.

“Early history is unknown, but reports indicate that the subject was first seen operating alongside the mercenary David Marcel in his adolescent years, and is confirmed to have joined the United States Marine Corps a year after his death.”

Otto coughed. “Damn child soldiers. (4)”

 

By now it was clear that there were others watching this presentation as well. At the back of the room, various silhouettes could be seen in the darkness, watching, and observing every facet intently. However, the strange thing was their sizes; from a 7-foot giant to a Gollum-like dwarf… As she prodded on about Jonathan's history the images switched to show him in the Marines' blue dress uniform, followed by one showing him in the desert with full battle armor, wielding a M16A2 and giving the camera the `finger' and another of him firing an AT-4 anti-tank missile.

 

“Subject was later sent to the Middle East as part of the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit on board the USS Bonhomme Richard (5), and was recommended for Force Reconnaissance (6) as a result of his performance and actions during his tour of duty.”

 

A final image of Jonathan decked out in his Force Recon CQB gear was shown.

 

“He is believed to have joined ARCAM somewhere a year and a half later. Psychological evaluations of the subject indicate that he is resourceful, determined individual, with a predilection his opponents, however. He is also-“She stopped. You could almost see the disbelief on her face as she read the next line… “A feminist.”

 

The room fell into an awkward silence.

 

“In any case gentlemen,” Saruta cleared his throat; “Our friend here is currently the most plausible threat to the operation. His elimination is of the paramount importance…”

 

Klaus snorted arrogantly. “Bah! He is of no concern! With our reinforcements we are more than adequately equipped to deal with that young fool!”

Saruta on the other hand, found the boastful general amusing, espousing his hollow threats and hot air. It was clear to see why they lost 60 years ago.

 

“Why, I can even bring his head for you today! Bo!!!”

 

At once, Bo Brantz, (7) the blonde-haired, scatter-brained, muscular retainer of the Neo Nazis stepped forward and gave the infamous salute. But Saruta just waved him away disdainfully with a gloved hand.

 

“Enough gentlemen,” he sighed. “I have no need for this brute or for any of your theatrics. His death shall wait. Right now we have more pressing matters to attend to…” He said, emphasizing the last part firmly.

 

The air dipped to an uneasy sense of tension as the two generals and Bo looked at each other, unsure and almost certainly outraged. While both the Moroha conglomerate and the Neo Nazis had been brought together with a common goal, and most certainly a common enemy, they could not help but feel the very condescending attitude that had been pressed on them since their defeat in the last world war.

“Mr. Moroha, I beseech to you that you do not take us so lightly,” Otto countered. Too long have we endured this ridicule! “Your family may have assisted us and the Fuehrer greatly in the past but that is where our debt ends. All of our forces have been gathered for this mission, our strength is unassailable…

 

SLAM!

 

The impact of Saruta's fist on his table startled every one, even the stoic Bo. “No… I believe it is you who are mistaken, Herr Otto, we were the ones that supplied you during your fledging years after the war and it was I who gave you support after your so-called resurrection fiasco!” He sneered. “If it wasn't for us you would just another group of failed anarchists, forgotten in the sands of history…”

“Why you!!!” Bo moved threateningly forward, but was stopped by a cooler Klaus.

“As I said, his death will come… but not before I have ensured he has suffered pain and humiliation; not until he has been broken and his life destroyed then will I take his life…” “Really, gentlemen, you should really learn some patience!” He said as he sat down complacently in a clear show of defiance and authority over his Neo Nazi allies. They could do nothing but resigned themselves to the silent truth, plotting, and waiting, like always. Their time, they vowed, would come soon.

 

 

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“Mai! MAIIII!!!!!” A voice of desperation shouted out in morning peace. Curious housewives looked out from their apartment windows curious and eager for more gossip materials. Jonathan sat waiting with his bike below the apartment block, generally with an even grumpier attitude than usual. As part of his security detail, he had offered to send Mai to and back from college everyday, to his hesitation (And to which Mai interpreted as a sort of attraction to her.) Jonathan didn't really dislike her outright. It was just that her girlish and bubbly attitude was annoying at times; he had to admit she was rather cute and charming… But what did he know? His only exposure with girls was laughing at his buddies while they failed miserably chasing skirts back in Okinawa. And, he reasoned, once this mission was over, he'd probably never see her again. But one thing was for sure, he hated waiting for them. It was almost 45 minutes since he was waiting there… He was in limbo, pissed off as hell, unable to leave, and dreading the inevitability of Mai's glomping attacks which still left him sore. The loud sound of someone quickly bounding down the stairs made him look up…

 

“Couldn't you have waited a little, while longer? I haven't had my hair done up properly, you know…”

 

Jonathan nearly fell off his bike. The gothic dress she wore last night left little to the imagination, but as she stepped down, the pressure and temperature in Jonathan's face began to rise…

 

“What?”

 

Mai's lithe, athletic figure of her body stood out proudly in the thin fabric of her sailor fuku summer school uniform (8) she was wearing, framed by the mini-sized skirt, long black hair and ribbon on her blouse. The loose socks, loafers, satchel and the two ribbons tied onto the long hair tendrils by the sides of her face completed the desirable schoolgirl look. But what attracted Jonathan was her chest. Her size 95 breasts were barely held back by the tight blouse, but even then, it created a noticeable bulge that lifted the edge of her blouse a centimeter above her belly.

 

“So? Does it still fit?” Mai asked with a slight bush on her face, biting her lower lip anxiously. It was obvious to see where she got the uniform from.

Jonathan however only stuttered and mumbled in a feeble effort at a response. “Uh… ah… Don't you feel cold wearing that?”

 

Mai sagged her shoulders unenthusiastically. How dense could he be?!!! “It's called fashion, you idiot…” She sighed. “I thought you foreign guys were into this kind of stuff?”

He blinked. “We do?”

 

She sighed again. “Anyway, today I'll be finally able to put that ganguro bitch Yuki in her place! She'll never call me unfashionable again!!!” She ended with the laugh of a typical conceited Japanese female, with a twinkle of determination in her eye and a vain hand across her cheek. Jonathan just looked on blankly at the mysteries of female politics.

 

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“I could have done this by myself you know…”

 

In Shinjuku Prince Hotel in downtown Tokyo, scholars and science boffin-types milled around in the spacious lobby. The annual World Physics Conference had just ended, and its participants and keynote speakers were dispersing, either to disseminate their newly-gained information or just taking a well-deserved rest. Professor Mayzel, ARCAM's head of research and renowned Omihalcon meight had originally been warned about his safety, but as a scientist, he felt that such a great meeting of minds was an obligation he could not avoid. As a result, along with his faithful assistant Margaret, he was accompanied by Yu Ominae and the mysterious Tea Flatte as a security element.

 

Tea ignored Yu's earlier rant and concentrated on looking for threats. The news of the disappearance of Jean and a few other Spriggans along with the random attacks on ARCAM bases were certainly troubling, enough to even send that `loose cannon, Jonathan into the field… she wondered. But as they headed to their waiting car, she noticed the atmosphere suddenly went quiet, and the amount of black-suited men in the lobby suddenly increases. It was a trap.

 

“Ominae…”

“Yeah, I know…”

 

Meanwhile in Saruta's office in Shiodome, he receives a secretive call…

“Excellent. Begin the diversion operation.”

 

Simultaneously the black suits rose and began approaching them menacingly. The bulges in their suits indicated that they were armed and the flicking of their switchblades indicated their true intentions.

“We want the professor.”

“Doesn't everyone?” Ominae stared at their supposed leader, adding tension into the air. Then in a flash, both of them struck together, blocking each other's attack with their arms. Disengaging, Ominae's AM suit activated and bulged with artificial muscles in anticipation of hand-to-hand combat, while the black suits lunged at him with knives, the only weapon the Am suit had no defense against. While Ominae fought, Tea, silently led the Professor and Margaret to the side entrance, only to be confronted by another of the black suits.

 

“Halt!!!”

Tea smiled. “I suggest that you get out of my way…”, dropping a piece of paper with a cryptic symbol on it…

 

Jonathan on the other hand was concentrating on riding his bike and trying to ignore Mai's noisy handphone conversations when it happened. A mighty Hummer H2 (9) suddenly burst of from an underground car park exit and landed on the street in front of him, chased by a few black Mercedes E-classes similar to the one Jonathan saw the other day… He skidded to a stop, not because of the event, but rather at who he saw in the Hummer. T-Tea? And the Old Man?!!

 

“D-did you see that?!” Mai asked, just as astonished as he was. These scenes usually happened in movies.

“Yeah…” If they were here… Suddenly, Jonathan caught sight of a group of people fighting in the lobby of the hotel. Yu! Jonathan immediately got off and headed for the battle…

 

“Hey! You're not going to leave me here aren't you?!” Mai asked with her doe eyes, holding onto Jonathan's AM jacket, holding him back. Jonathan hesitated. That had been his original plan…

“Uh, ah… If the police come, you could tell them you were waiting for someone…” Excuse given, Jonathan pulled free and ran off. “But-” Mai shouted, but fell on deaf ears. “-this isn't a waiting area…”

 

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Yu fended off the attacks and fought back, but the black suits seemed to recover easily, even from his enhanced strength blows.

 

“W-what are you…?”

“We are a new breed of soldiers…” The leader spoke as he picked himself up coolly. “We have been genetically modified to defeat the likes of you Spriggan fools. As a result, we are stronger, better, faster…”

 

“And more stupid?”

Immediately, they turned to see Jonathan standing in the doorway, looking rather arrogant. “That's the only difference I can see…”

“It's another one! Get him!!!”

From inside his AM jacket, Jonathan pulled out his M9 bayonet from its upside-down quick-release sheath and got ready for the mess that would follow. As one of the black suits charged at him with his switchblade, Jonathan's CQC (10) instincts kicked in. He sidestepped the attack, grabbing the attacking arm of the black suit and twisted it with a satisfying crunch. Now disarmed and screaming in pain, Jonathan twisted the arm behind his back and spun the black suit around, using him as a human shield as he put his bayonet against his neck for effect.

 

Like all comrades, the rest of them hesitated at what happened. Jonathan smiled. It was exactly what he had expected. In a flash, he pulled out his M93R Custom, set it to the 3-round burst mode and fired. The deadly bullets ripped trough the body of the Black Suits, killing instantly. The precise shots mowed through their ranks and when he expended his magazine, he spun the black suit he was holding hostage as he brought his blade to his neck, slicing his throat as the body fell away. Inspired, Yu attacked with a renewed fervor, tackling the leader in a martial arts battle.

 

The three remaining black suits attacked Jonathan, slicing wildly. Mindful of Jonathan's earlier CQC move, they came in a group, as Jonathan reloaded his gun. He endured a few attacks that drew blood, but then he spied an opening. Taking hold of one of them by the shoulder he twisted it as he pushed downwards. While he struggled, Jonathan calmly and ruthlessly put a bullet into his head…

 

“Kill him!!!”

 

With the other two attacking from different angles, Jonathan threw the body of the dead black suit at one and snapping a kick to the head of the other. Unfazed, he attacked again but Jonathan caught his arm and put him in a judo takedown throw that floored him, filling him with lead from his M93R as he lay. Suddenly, Jonathan noticed that the other one had gotten rid of the body thrown at him. Unfortunately, he too suffered the same fate as he was mowed down by burst fire from Jonathan's gun. Meanwhile outside…

“Illegal parking, riding without a helmet, not having a valid license… you're in for a whole lot of trouble, missy!” A pretty young traffic policewoman said, writing the ticket while her partner complained in the patrol car. “I'm hungry Miyuki! Let's go for lunch already!!!!” (11)

Mai on the other hand, could only fight back tears of embarrassment and anger, as she sat on the bike. Damn you, Jonathan…!

 

For Yu, he launched a barrage of punches down at his seemingly inexhaustible enemy and managed to score one lucky one, knocking the breath out of his opponent.

 

“Go to hell, freak!”

 

Yu had about enough of him. It was time to end this. Taking hold of the leader, he swung him around and around and sideways into a panel of glass, where the broken pieces decapitated him, silencing him for good.

 

“Messy.” said Jonathan as he surveyed the mayhem.

“You could have at least given me some help!!!” Yu snapped.

“I couldn't bear to. You were having so much fun…” Yu just glared. “Besides, we don't have time. Those goons are after Tea and the Old Man too…”

 

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“I told you for the umpteenth time, the bike doesn't belong to me…” Mai was close to tears. She was already cursing painful revenge on Jonathan for abandoning her when surprisingly, he appeared.

Thank god!!! “Jonathan!”

But instead of attending to the problem, he grabbed Mai and lifted her off the bike, opening the cargo space under the seat and pulled out a FN P90 (12). The two officers just watched stunned as Jonathan calmly closed back the seat, put Mai back on kit, and ran off to rejoin Yu. The officers remained speechless. Mai just frowned and sighed in exasperation.

“You idiot…”

 

It was obvious that Yu and Jonathan needed a fast car to catch up to the running battle ahead. A solution presented itself when an immaculate, brand new white Mazda RX-8 (13) pulled up at a parking stop. The owner got out, admiring his new possession when he felt two shadows behind his back… He gingerly turned and faced the twin glares of Yu and Jonathan…

 

“P-please… anything but the car!”

THWACK!

 

Cocking their weapons, and Yu gunning the engine, they were ready.

 

“Let's go!!!”

 

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Misc. Notes:

 

1) The game Dead or Alive Xtreme Beach volleyball. `Nuff said.

 

2) The Rail Interface System for the M16 assault rifle and M4 carbine that allows for the ease of installing optional stuff like flashlights, foregrips and laser pointers. Part of the SOPMOD system, the ACOG scope is part of this too.

 

3) The newest financial district in Tokyo, home of many multinational corporations.

 

4) A little in-joke referring to the majority of action heroes (i.e Ominae, Raiden, etc…) out there who had been child soldiers and causing so much pain to their enemies…

 

5) A Wasp-class amphibious assault ship belonging to the Marines. Jonathan spent some time there. Pic here:

http://www.naval-technology.com/projects/wasp/

 

6) A special forces group belonging to the USMC.

 

7) The hapless musclehead returns!

 

8) The subject of a majority of our wet dreams… Can't believe it's really standard issue to Japanese high school girls. Immortalized by Aya Natsume of Tenjo Tenge and other fan service animes.

 

9) A massive SUV based off the original Humvee. Enemy of the environment. Pic here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummer_H2

 

10) Close Quarters Combat. As seen in Metal Gear Solid. Jonathan learned this during his mercenary days, later refined when he was in Force Reconnaissance.

 

11) A special cameo from our two favorite policewomen…

 

12) A futuristic-looking submachinegun shooting armor-piercing rounds. Pic here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Search?search=p90

 

13) The successor to the famous RX-7. Pic here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RX-8