Austronesia Empire, Imperial Majapahit, East Kalimantan, Tanjung Redeb, In The Streets Of Tanjung Redeb.

YNA 1, Wednesday, 1st Week, Month Of Noah

Screams and cries rang out from the abandoned city as the rebel militants ran about in panic from the sudden spread of destruction. Several parts of the city had seemingly disappeared in the sudden explosions with the fire that seemed to be unable to be doused with water.

"Echo 3-1. Good effect on targets! Viking RTB, good hunting."

"Much obliged, Viking. We'll take it from here."

Another loud sound started to ring in the buildings, an alarm, as Riley and his team were now breaking down a door and making their way toward their objective.

"Heads up."

"Multiple guns, on foot."

"Kami sedang diserang! Temukan orang-orang kami yang hilang, sisanya amankan kirimannya! (We're under attack! Find our missing men, and the rest secure the shipment!)"

"Hold up, let them approach," Riley commanded.

"Ada laki-laki di bidang ini. Temukan mereka dan bunuh mereka! Atau Direktur akan membunuh kita! (There are men on this ground. Find them and kill them! Or the Director will kill us!)"

"Menyebar! Jika Anda melihat sesuatu, tembaklah! (Spread out! If you see anything, shoot it!)"

Riley advanced a bit and gripped his gun. His squadmates waited for him to give the call. Suddenly, flashlights lit up as the enemies approached. Riley had no choice.

"Smoke 'em! Now!"

Riley and his team fired, each taking down a target.

"Clear, force up."

The squad made their way through the area, which is now entirely burning to the ground. There was only but fire and cinders surrounding them, and the trees and the grass everywhere were still burning around the squad as they were walking among dead, burnt bodies of rebel soldiers.

"Looks like someone was playing with fire…" said one of the squadmates mockingly.

"Serves 'em right," another replied.

As they approached the front gate, a burning watchtower started to crumble right in front of them.

"Watch out!" yelled a squadmate, making everyone step back.

The tower collapsed into the flames, triggering another explosion.

"Shit…" a squadmate muttered.

"Hey!"

The Hitman Team immediately turned around, weapons raised, only to find one of the rebel soldiers came in front of them with his whole body burned as he crawled towards them.

"Please…Help me..!"

One of the soldiers grunted in distaste as he aimed his weapon and shot the man in the head.

"Ugh…" he growled, clearly showing his disgust for his own actions.

"Hey, you did good. We gotta pull them out of their misery…" Riley said as he tried to comfort his mate. "There's nothing we can do. He is already dead…"

"I know… I know…" the soldier replied in a clearly annoyed tone, clearly unhappy with what he had to do.

Riley sighed at him before going ahead, leading his squad into the burning facility as they were checking every corner while making their way.

Riley made a sign to his squad, pointing towards a building where they heard voices.

"Matikan api ini! (Put down these flames!)"

"Saya mencoba! Aku tentara bayaran sialan karena menangis dengan suara keras! Saya dibayar untuk membunuh orang, bukan untuk berperan sebagai pemadam kebakaran! (I'm trying! I'm a damn mercenary for crying out loud! I was paid to kill people, not to play fireman!)"

"Anda tidak dibayar jika Anda mati! (You don't get paid if you're dead!)"

Riley approached the door as he made a sign to one of his mates, readying themselves in front of the door. Before smashing it with a kick as they entered and killed one man each.

"Clear."

"Uh… Element of surprise is not on our side, boys. Stay frosty."

All the squad readied themselves in front of another door as they were breaking the handles to enter.

Suddenly, a light lit up right in front of the first man as he got pierced through by a rain of bullets, blood spilling out of his body.

"MAN DOWN!" Riley shouted as he quickly stepped forward to shoot and provide cover as a squadmate was dragging the deceased man inside.

"There's an MG up ahead!" shouted one of his mates.

"He's dug in! Lay suppression and get up there!"

"I'm on it! You guys suppress and cover!" Riley ordered.

"Copy 3-1!" The others put themselves in position.

Riley started to make his run, taking cover behind the carts on the railroads before him as his squadmates were shooting towards the LMG to prohibit it from shooting.

Enemies started to show up on his way. He didn't think twice before shooting them down as they tried to cover, having the advantage as they didn't know where he was until now.

"Reloading! Cover me!" Riley yelled as he changed his magazine.

"I got you 3-1!" another answered, offering suppression.

Once reloaded, Riley pinned his rifle to the cover's side and started shooting multiple rebel soldiers trying to counter-attack his mates, killing them with well-placed shots.

He continued his advance, jumping over a barricade when an enemy suddenly lunged at him with a knife. Riley blocked the attack with his rifle, blocking the man's elbow before kicking the man in the knee, passing under his arm and projecting him on the ground, pinning him down as he pulled his pistol to shoot another enemy approaching from the side, and execute his primary opponent with a bullet right in the face.

"Damn it!" he grunted, as he put his pistol back in the holster.

Riley was now near the LMG, who couldn't get him since he was in a dead angle. He pulled a grenade from his belt, yanked the pin, and threw it up. After a little while, the entire floor where the LMG was stationed exploded, accompanied by the screams of his enemies.

"MG down!" he shouted.

"Nice job!" his mates cheerfully shouted as they regrouped on him.

"What's his condition?" Riley asked the medic of the team, referring to the one who got shot.

The soldier shook his head sadly in response.

"Fuck…"

Knowing they had lost one of their squadmates, they have to mourn his death, but not now as they had a mission to finish.

Moments later, one of his team placed an explosive on the gate and stepped back up.

"Cover your ears!"

BOOOOM!

The gate blew up, opening it and allowing them to get through.

"More guns ahead!" a mate yelled as he took cover.

"Hey, they're running!" another laughed.

With Riley situated up the ladder, where the LMG was, they shot the remaining rebel soldiers who tried to regroup and mount a defense.

"You see anymore?" a squadmate asked.

"Nah, seems clear," another replied.

Riley went down the ladder and checked the remaining bullets in his magazine, before loading it up and taking the lead of the squad.

"Check your corners and stay on guard. This is the building high Command told us about up ahead. They stated that the Rebel leader is there. If you see anyone, fire on sight. Don't let them get the chance to smoke you.m," Riley ordered

"Rog."

"Solid copy."

They continued to go forward with their formation covering every corner of the squad from front to back upon reaching the door of the building.

"All right, masks on," the captain ordered.

Everyone proceeded to put a mask on their face making sure it was well placed. A squadmate went forward to the door and looked to Riley, who gave him a nod of approval to open it.

The door opened, and they entered the place, checking every corner with guns on point, until the lights went out.

"Uh… Of course." a squadmate spat.

"Maybe the explosion?" asked another one in a low voice.

"Right when we enter? Hell of a coincidence," growled another.

"Lead?" one asked, looking at Riley.

"Lights up on your weapons, tight formation, two on me to cover the front, the rest check the back. Report everything you see that seems suspect and if anything other than us moves, you shoot first," he replied in a stern voice.

Everyone gave a nod of approval and put themselves into formation, watching every of their steps as they walked into pure darkness.

Suddenly, a movement ahead caused some cardboard boxes to fall.

"Right, we're not alone, boys," a squadmate spat.

"On your guard, and shut it," Riley whispered.

They continued to walk, and Riley stopped as he saw something near the obstacle before him. Without thinking twice, he started shooting, earning a scream as a man fell. Immediately after, bullets began to rain from their sides.

"Take cover!" a squadmate yelled.

"Drop flashes on their faces and smoke them!" Riley ordered. He grabbed a cylindrical grey grenade from his belt and threw it. It exploded with a loud noise, disorienting the enemies who clutched their heads. No one wasted a second before shooting them.

"Still one up!" a mate yelled.

Riley immediately reacted and shot the last man standing on the balcony above them, ready to shoot, making him fall to the ground in front of them.

"We're clear?!"

"This is the end of the first floor. They might be on the second," another replied.

"All right. Let's get the power up. Shed some light and found the rebel leaders."

"Copy 3-1."

"Lookin'."

"Copy, searching for power."

Riley looked around him, walking with caution as he still was on his guard, until he found a box against the wall with a yellow triangle and a lever.

"All right, got it. Lights up," he said as he pulled the lever, lighting the building up.

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Hurriedly storming into a large conference room where the rest of his cadre sat around with worried looks on their faces, a man waved the guards away and ordered them to guard the main doors before closing and bolting them.

He grabbed a pitcher of watered wine and poured himself a goblet before slumping down on the chair at the head of the table.

"FUCK!!"

Another man by the windows watching the destruction of the city turned back and looked at the man who was in a state of panic and sighed.

"Vice-leader, I warned you that we shall stay low for the time being, but nooo~! You want to expand your powers and control of the area," he spat. "Now look at what you have done! They have found us!"

The vice-leader paused in his fidgeting and glared at the man by the window, "Didn't you enjoy the spoils too? Now it's all my fault?"

"Enough guys!" a third person stood up and smacked the table hard. "ENOUGH!"

The two turned away from glaring at each other and looked at the man who slammed the table.

"Now the important thing is, is there an army outside the city? Or is this just a strategic bombing?"

"I have confirmed earlier that three places are hit," a fourth person said from his seat on the table. He took a large gulp of the goblet of wine before him and continued. "The factory, the Administration, and the Barracks are hit by the bombs." he then took another gulp of the wine, "And I think one of ours is most likely buried under the Administration building..."

"Shit..." The rest looked at each other. Every one of the eight leaders of this rebel militia was here except for the director himself. Now one of them is dead.

"If this was just a strategic strike, they just destroyed half of what we have built up!" a fifth person, who was running the production department, cried out. "All the time and effort... Gone! Just like that!"

"Calm down!" the vice-leader snapped, his nerves returning. "We knew that they would find us sooner or later, and we made some plans for that! They must have sneaked some spies in and they found out which buildings and areas are a high priority."

"I doubt they have the capability to launch a ground attack, we will be able to see them coming miles away," the man by the window said. "But I underestimated that they have bombers around in this region! I assumed they would attack with those converted cargo haulers!"

"We prepared those AA guns as a surprise for those gunships. Now we need to rethink how to rebuild our production base!" the vice-leader said. "We need to be able to better protect ourselves and show those pretentious assholes that there are consequences if they fuck with us!"

"Wait," another man cut in, "What are you going to do? Upgrade the weapons we have?"

"No, we’ll sell weapons to the nations of this world and get them to wipe those fuckers off the face of this planet!" the vice-leader cried out with a crazed light in his eyes. "We will show those fuckers!"

"Are you crazy?!" one of the men cursed just as the rest looked among themselves uneasily, "You know what consequences there will b-?!"

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

"ISP! OPEN UP!!!"

BANNGGG!

The double doors suddenly blew inwards, sending several splinters the length of a man's hands slicing through the vice-leader, who bent over the table and fell gagging onto the floor.

The shockwave knocked the others over their chairs and they stood up on their feet in confusion with blood caused by the cuts from the splinters. One man sat dumbly on the floor with his ears ringing when he saw several dark tubes rolled in. His military experience kicked in, and he recognized the tubes as flashbangs.

"FLASHGRE-"

He quickly threw his large bulk behind the upturned table and plugged his ears with his fingers and opened his mouth just as the flashbangs detonated. He screamed as his ear ringed painfully and he quickly crawled his way to the back entrance of the hall.

"GO! GO! GO!"

Riley and the rest of his squad rushed into the room, finding an upturned table and five bodies rolling about on the ground from the effects of the flashbang.

"Tag and bag them!" Riley ordered coldly as he swept the area.

One of his squadmates dragged the closest person to the side and wrenched the crying man's arm behind before cuffing him by the thumbs. The rest did the same, while another squadmate called out.

"We got a door here!"

"Go check it out!" Riley ordered, and two of his men disappeared through it.

Riley turned and looked down at the five men. One of them laid squirming by the floor in a pool of his own blood, choking on a splinter in his throat while his men crouched next to him.

He looked up at Riley, who shook his head slightly. His squadmate nodded and stood up, denying the vice-leader any medical assistance as the choking man with a splinter in his throat gasped and reached out to try to grab the soldier's leg, who stepped out of reach.

Another soldier used his tablet to verify each person's facial features and names, followed by fingerprinting each of the arrested men.

Another soldier walked among the captured men with a video camera, carefully video and recorded each person's facial features properly before zooming out to capture all four kneeling men.

"Fuck! It's the pigs!"

Riley stood before them and pulled out a small notepad, flipping pages until he found the correct page.

"By the authority granted to me by the highest level of command, Emperor Juan Maximo, you five have committed the most serious crimes against the Empire. Under Article 84, these crimes are punishable by death or other such punishment as a court-martial deems fit."

He paused, looking at the kneeling men who were recovering from the flashbang's effects.

"Do you understand your crimes?"

The four looked at each other in fear and nodded hurriedly.

"Y-Yes..."

"Good, then it will be simple," Riley said as he gave a cold smile. "And together with the crime of murder of countless citizens of the Empire and the crime of stealing Empire property and selling weapons to the enemies of the Emperor, the Emperor has judged and declared your punishment by death!"

"W-Wait?" The four eyes turned wide as they looked up in horror. "W-We demand a trial! W-We have rights you damn savages!"

Two of Riley's men took up positions behind the condemned rebel leaders, who screamed, pleaded, and begged for their lives.

"Make ready!" Riley's expression remained impassive as the men of his team drew out their service revolvers as one and pointed them at the back of the condemned men's skulls.

"Take aim!"

"NOOO YOU BASTA-!!"

"Ramu Garcia, Siddarth Kumar, both found guilty of terrorism and accomplices to the murder of multiple innocent lives. You are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad without trial!" Riley declared and nodded to his two squadmates who stood behind the two. "FIRE!"

"FUC-"

BANG! BANG!

"Tony Petrynec, found guilty of terrorism and accomplices to the murder of multiple innocent lives. And Ivan Pavlo, found guilty of terrorism and for the cold-blooded murder of multiple innocent lives. You are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad without trial!" Riley snapped his booklet shut and nodded to his squadmates, who had stepped over the lifeless bodies to stand behind the next two.

"I GOT RIGHTS! I AM A DAMN HUMAN BEING! WHAT HAPPENED TO HUMAN RIGHTS!? GENEVA CONVENTION?! THE ABOLITION OF CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!? YOU ARE JUST FUCKING LYING RACIST PIGS! YOU FUCKIN-"

"FIRE!"

BANG! BANG!

Four bodies laid face down with the back of their skulls blown away, blood and brain matter scattered across the rich carpets. Riley turned and drew his revolver and stood over the last dying man in his own blood and said formally.

"Nicolas De Vos, found guilty of terrorism and accomplices to the murder of multiple innocent lives. You are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad without trial!"

And he fired, hitting the forehead of the vice-leader, whose eyes remained open.

"Pack it up! We only got five confirmed kills here! We still have one more to find, which is the Director himself!" Riley ordered. The soldier with the video camera retrieved it from the table where he recorded the whole proceedings, and carefully packed it away.

"3-2, this is 3-1, location?" Riley asked.

"3-2, searching for one of the targets, but the tunnels here are like a maze! We need assistance," the squadmate's voice replied.

"Roger, we are on the way," Riley replied as the men reloaded their weapons. "Wait..."

Stopping his steps, he felt a strange tingling sensation and turned. "Fuck this shit..."

The bodies of the executed appeared to be smoking. The holes on the backs of the dead had tendrils of black mist rising, and before their very eyes, the wound closed up and the dead coughed and cursed.

"Motherfuckers! I'll fucking kill you fucking pigs!" One of the supposed dead pushed himself up to a kneeling position. "You hear?! I'll fucking kill you!"

Without a word, the four soldiers flipped their carbines up and fired. The suppressed weapons tearing chunks of flesh off the half kneeling men with their arms still bound behind their backs.

They jerked and danced as bullets slapped into their bodies, threw flecks of blood and gore all over the room before the ammunition ran out and the bodies slammed face down again in their own pool of blood.

Riley and the rest of his squadmates quickly reloaded their weapons.

"What was that!?" one of his men exclaimed as he kept his eye on the bodies while slapping a new mag into his carbine.

"Fuckers must have signed some pact with demons!" another soldier spat over the side as he stepped to the side to cover the bodies. "Fucking demon magic!"

"Ahahahhah! ack! ahhaha!" One of the bodies laughed and coughed wetly. "You can't kill us! We are immortal! Most of us have sold our souls to kill you all!! AHAHAHAHA!!!!"

The speaking body pushed himself to a sitting position before grunting and ripping his thumbs off the restraints, sending more blood splattering across the room. He looked at the exposed bones of his thumbs and winced.

"It hurts like fuck you know?"

Riley fired again, aiming for the head. His shots blew half the head away of the laughing man, and the others following his lead, firing again and emptied their magazines into the reviving bodies of the demonic rebels.

Black mist tendrils coiled around the wounds of the rebel leaders and the wounds slowly closed up again. One of the crazed men laughed and coughed again as he sat there watching the troops stepping back while reloading to put some distance between themselves and the grotesque spectacle.

"You.. ack! Can't kill us!" The man grinned and wiped the blood from his face, which dissipated into black mist. Even the blood on the floor was slowly vaporizing into the same black mist. "Lord Andromalius shall unleash chaos into this world once more!" His eyes glowed with madness as he screamed. "WE CAN'T DIE! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Riley roared as he suddenly accelerated forward while drawing his combat knife and slashing down. The man's laughing head flew off from his body and Riley continuously fired his rifle into the rest, trying to force them to stop reviving.

"Cut off their heads! Get bottles of salt or holy water and burn them!" Riley quickly ordered. Three of his squadmates charged forward and hacked at the reviving men with their blades, turning the whole room into a slaughterhouse.

Riley pulled out bottles of holy water he had from his hometown's local church and quickly poured it over the bodies. The tendrils of black mist appeared to avoid them while seeming to coiled around angrily before dissipating away.

"Looks like it's working!" Riley grinned as he saw their wounds appeared to be struggling to recover. He nodded to his men, each of whom held a thermite grenade in hand.

"Seems like we’re dealing with a demon cult here," Riley said as he pulled the pin of the thermite grenade. "Let’s finish this."

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Running through the labyrinthine halls after narrowly escaping the Imperial Secret Police's elite task force, the vice-leader, who goes by the name of Nicolas burst into the room where the leader of the rebellion, the Director, awaited sitting in his business chair.

"Director, the secret police are now on us! We must escape immediately while the demons that have possessed our comrades buy us some time!" Nicolas urged, breathless and desperate.

The director looked down and sighed in defeat.

"Even if we escape, where should we go? The revival of a Democratic Indonesia, is already a lost cause. Ever since we have lost contact with those of our supporters from overseas, we're nothing but an empty shell now," the Director calmly said.

"What about Francisco and his army? We were allies-"

"Did you forget that the moment they made a deal with the government, they betrayed us, abandoned us, and snitched on us? Plus, both of our politics and religions are completely different. Even if we toppled the government, we would still be enemies."

Nicolas, who insisted the director evacuate exclaimed.

"Even so, director, we could escape to another country in this world, and rebuild our hopes and dreams elsewhere and take back our nation from these Imperial fascist scums!"

The director met his second-in-command gaze, to which he shook his head sideways and sighed again.

"And we're are we going to go? To become slaves? We both know how humans are treated in this world, right?" The director said.

Nicolas was taken aback. However, he persisted.

"Director, you can't just abandon us! You're our only hope for the revival of our country!" he insisted.

The Director sighed deeply, "You know, over these past few decades of living on these dubbed 'The Great Imperial Experiment' by other countries, all I could say is that it was a pretty good run," he casually said and leaned back in his chair, "My eyes have opened up into various things and ideas. It truly is an eyeopener "

Fuming with anger, Nicolas drew his gun and pressed the barrel against the Director's temple.

"So, this is how it ends, huh? You've finally revealed your true colors now? A coward? You have created this rebellion in the first place, you've sworn yourself to destroy all of the fascist in the government, and even made a deal with a demon during the New Year Tragedy. And now you want to give it up just like that?!"

The Director remained calm, "...I suggest calmly surrender yourself. The Imperial Secret Police are already on their way here. I've already surrendered, and you should do the same. Others have done the same, and been pardoned by the Emperor himself, as long as we gave intelligence out against the other rebellion groups."

"You are a traitor to the motherland!" Nicolas spat.

"I'm no traitor. The Austronesian People's Empire is my motherla-"

Before the director could even finish what he wanted to say, a thunderous shot rang out towards the surroundings, ahe Director fell to the ground lifeless with eyes filled with sadness.

"I would never have thought that you'd turn back on our cause, director." Nicolas said with a trembling voice.

Just then, a thunderous knocking came from behind the door.

"I guess this is it for me."

Nicolas then put his handgun towards his head and pulled the trigger, sending a spray of crimson blood across the room.

After hearing the shot, the knocking became bashing until they broke the door. Two soldiers from Riley's squad came inside and were saddened by what they saw. Because what they saw would mean even more bloodshed.

“3-1, this is 3-7, we’ve lost the Director!” one of the soldiers reported. “I repeat, we’ve lost the Director!”

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Austronesian Empire, Imperial Majapahit, East Kalimantan, Tanjung Selor, In The Streets of Tanjung Selor.

YNA 1, Wednesday, 1st Week, Month Of Noah

In another city not far from Tanjung Rehab, the streets were bathed in the harsh light of explosions and the thunderous echoes of gunfire. The once vibrant cityscape now resembled a war zone, with the bodies of soldiers and rebels piled high on either side of the conflict.

"To the left! Fire on that position! We can't let this terrorist terrorize our nation anymore," shouted an officer.

Forces from the Imperial Secret Police directed their shots towards the specific area. Dust was being shot as it flew higher and higher into the sky, while the blood of the rebels and terrorists formed a river that flowed through the streets.

On the edge of the chaos, a soldier was behind the terrain. He moved his hand towards his pocket and grabbed a grenade, and pulled the pin.

"Grenade!" the soldier shouted at the top of his lungs.

After throwing the grenade toward the enemy position, he ducked down, and a splitting explosion followed. When the dust settled, he shouted once again.

"Push forward! Don’t give them a chance to regroup!"

Just like that, dozens of soldiers moved forward under a hail of suppressive fire, pressing the attack and preventing the rebels from being able to move an inch from their location. Meanwhile, the rebels were cowering in fear as they watched their comrades fall, immobilized and desperate.

One rebel, in a moment of despair, removed his white t-shirt and inserted it into a stick before raising it as a white flag in an attempt to surrender. However, his fellow allies wouldn't let him, because as soon as they knew what he was about to do, they didn't hesitate to put a bullet into the head of their ally.

"Coward!"

The scene turned even more grim as rebels who wished to surrender were gunned down on their own.

The remaining rebels, witnessing the brutal enforcement of loyalty, chose to lay down their arms and raised their white shirts and gave up on the cause. They would rather be reintegrated back into society than rebelling even further, so the moment they raised their white flags, the gunfire ceased immediately.

"Drop your weapons!" commanded an officer, "Hands in the air!" he ordered once he saw the rebels comply.

Across Austronesia, the same scenes were happening all over the nation as threats to the state were put down, and those who surrendered and cooperated were pardoned, but were forced to swear an oath of loyalty to the flag and the Emperor. An oath that they will fight for the cause of the Empire, and uphold its values.

Just like that in just a matter of hours, the most crucial threats that could endanger the Empire to its very foundation were taken care of. The trials were all broadcast nationwide, to the delight of the entire nation and drawing widespread approval from the public.

From the beginning, the working-class citizens have always been on the side of the government. Only those with ulterior motives dares to shake the Empire to its very foundation. Fortunately, some rebels chose to turn back toward the Empire at the last moment and were spared from harsher consequences.

However, another problem had arisen, evident from the Hitman Team's discovery.

And that there are people out there who have made a pact with the demon remnants.

With this revelation, the Imperial Secret Police, the Intelligence Division of the Austronesia Constabulary, and even the two major religions were on high alert. Plans were swiftly made to deploy field agents and armed forces across the country.

A new law was also enacted. Anyone found to have made a pact with demons was to be immediately executed by firing squad without trial. Even people who practice Satanism will not be spared and will be arrested without trial, whether they are innocent or not.

Capital Punishment was once abolished decades ago, but remembering the New Year Tragedy, the government decided to reinstate it as the threat was severe enough to justify its return and the execution of anyone suspected of dealing with demons.

It was cruel, inhuman, and immoral but deemed necessary for the survival and the Greater Good of the Empire.

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Austronesian Empire, Imperial Majapahit, Central Kalimantan, In A Military Base

YNA 1, Thursday, 1st Week, Month Of Noah

At a military base in Central Kalimantan, under the Imperial Majapahit, a helicopter can be seen touching down on the helipad, and a blonde woman walking toward it in a baste as the door opened, revealing Riley and his squad disembarking with their rifles slung over their backs.

Upon stepping out, Riley sighed as he met the woman's gaze.

"Agent Riley, I’m Agent Amelia from the IDAC, and—"

"It's all right, pretty lady. I only lost one man, I'm not dead yet, and we've got a demon cult problem in our hands," Riley interrupted tiredly.

"I'm already aware. But unfortunately, you and your team are not done" Amelia responded sternly.

Riley raised an eyebrow with a bewildered face as he turned around to see the pilot of the helicopter speaking with another officer. He then grimaced a bit to the woman.

"Lady, I just got back from a shithole!" he said, barely containing his frustration.

"I know. But this isn't my call. Command needs your team on this one, it's about a mission, a mission involving other nations in this world," Amelia replied.

Riley quickly let go of his attitude upon hearing this, as he frowned deeply to the blonde caucasian woman.

"Where?" he asked coldly, rather quickly.

"To a city called the Free Trade City of Aquarius. Details about your mission will be provided later once you reach Manila," she explained, expecting something.

Riley sighed as he raised his head with continuous nods, looking around him as the sun was setting.

"Right, let's go then," he answered, making a sign to his men to return to the helicopter, and they followed. Moments later, he ordered the pilot to take off, who nodded his head.

Amelia watched as Riley and his team boarded the helicopter and the door closed behind them.

Inside, Riley settled into his seat, placing his rifle on his lap and quickly checking it before raising his head to the front.

"Hey Captain, what did that White American woman want?" one of his squadmates asked with a blunt tone, though Riley sensed a hint of disdain in his voice.

"Just a mission to the outside world," Riley replied, glancing at the pilot. "Hey, pilot, how much time until we reach the capital?" he asked as he stretched his arms.

"Regarding the current speed, it might be 6 to 7 hours," the pilot answered as he adjusted the controls.

"Right... I'll take a nap then, if you don't mind." Riley snorted.

"Be my guest."

"Sweet. Hey guys, wake me up when we arrive," Riley said as he placed his weapon on his side before leaning in his chair and closing his eyes.

As the captain went to sleep, one of his men looked at the others with excitement.

"You heard the captain! We’re heading to the outside world!"

"Fuck yeah! Maybe we’ll find some of those elf beauties!"

"Or a dragon! A hot dragon! Or maybe some magic that could turn one of us into a dragon!"

"And the best part of all..."

"""Adventurrrrre!"""

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