<em>Whoooom!</em>
"Ahhh…!"
"What’s happening!? Report!"
"I-I don’t know… we can’t connect with the outside!"
"Goddammit, so you’re telling me you can’t even send someone to figure out what’s going on while hiding in here? We’re in enemy territory, damn it! Pull yourself together!"
<strong>33 Thomas Street Building, Titan Point.</strong>
A so-called "windowless building," one that could withstand a nuclear war for about two weeks. With no windows except for venttion shafts on the walls, this was also the NSA’s core department, a listening post with long-rangemunications systems.
Around 100 Russian-Chinese subunit troops had upied the building, using it as their base, and at some point, they felt a massive vibration shaking the whole structure, realizing they had lost contact with the troops they had sent out.
No one knew that this was part of a meticulous strike operation being carried out with what little capability was left in the U.S.
The reason was simple.
"Those damn Artemis people… After giving rocketunchers to the escapees and rioters, I knew this would happen. Not much we can do now. If the building was going to copse from one or two rocket hits, it would have already fallen."
"We sent people outside to assess the situation. They’ll be back with results soon."
"That’s not the issue. We’ve lostmunication with the submarines stationed in New Haven. The vibrations from just now might’ve damaged themunication equipment on the 22nd floor. Send repair personnel."
"Understood."
How long passed? Soon, themunication unit personnel began climbing up.
As expected, they weren’t carrying guns or anything, just repair tools. This was the subunit’s home turf, and no one else was inside the building.
About tenmunication unit members began heading up to the 22nd floor, clearly annoyed that they had to wake up after just two hours of sleep.
But what they encountered on the 22nd floor was even stranger.
"Crazy."
"Is that… a missile warhead?"
"Shit! Command! Command! This is Lt. Popov from themunications unit! The enemy has fired a missile into the building! Immediate evacuation is needed!"
A missile nosecone poking through the ceiling.
elerating, the bunker-buster missile’s warhead collided with the building’s ceiling, and the explosive bolt caused the missile to prate at least 30 meters of the building,ing to a halt somewhere mid-way, waiting to detonate.
At least that’s what themunication unit members thought, and as soon as they realized the situation, they panicked and fled back down the way they came.
However, ironically, the missile didn’t explode. The guided bomb, designed to puncture the building, contained an explosive bolt instead of the usual charge, and it had damaged the building’s roof and prated all the way to near the 22nd floor, leaving it impossible for anyone to reach the area.
And that allowed two individuals to infiltrate from the rooftop.
Riding arge drone, two mutants climbed onto the chaotic rooftop of the building.
"...I’ve never seen such an infiltration method."
"Drums are nice after all."
"Let’s get started. We’re on a tight schedule."
Part of the building’s rooftop had partially copsed, but precise targeting calctions ensured that the two could use the rooftop staircase to enter the building.
Though they were human, they were hardly "human." The two of them quickly began descending. The building’s internal power from its generators lit up various areas as they proceeded.
They turned off their night vision goggles, and someone resembling an owl led the way. Only their eyes could see the green infraredser cutting through the lit hallway.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to reach the 22nd floor.@@novelbin@@
Inside the space cluttered withmunications equipment and servers, the shing lights were a blur.
Olivia picked up a control panel, and as the device booted, the Icarus Gear automatically established awork line.
How long did it take?
<ul>
<li>
[Reconnecting to the National Security Agencywork… Identified. The first operation objective has been achieved.]
</li>
<li>
[The second linkage objective is now disyed. // Eliminate all enemy forces inside the building.]
</li>
<li>
[Rmended method – 3-Quinuclidinyl benztepound canisters. // Sleep, hallucinations, muscle rxation.]
</li>
<li>
[After activating the canisters, spray them into the building’s air exchange system. // Venttion ducts are non-functional.]
</li>
</ul>
"...Is it working?"
"Better than expected."
"Then... what should I do now?"
"Take out the canister you brought, go down to the air exchange system on the floor below, and drop it into the vent. Then meet up with me again. Got it?"
"...Yes!"
And someone with a tail like a snake quickly made her way down the stairs.
<strong>21st floor.</strong> Her sensitive senses detected several vibrations from nearby, and she soon realized what they were—a group of about ten soldiers made eye contact with Eugene.
The firepower gap between those with and without guns was enormous, and it didn’t take long before she turned the entiremunication unit into lifeless dolls.
Simrly, it didn’t take long to throw the canister into the huge air circtor.
The oxygen levels inside the isted building gradually began to drop. This was only possible in this building. The air cirction system and the building''s unique structurebined in such a way that it could deprive people of the very right to breathe.
Although the oxygen wasn’t entirely released, the moment the non-lethal sleep gas was injected, the expected result was inevitable.
It didn’t take long for the upants to fall into a light hallucination. And since the two Icarus operators had pulse skills that could track people’s locations, the situation was under control.
A hundred or so building upants, half-mad, and two Icarus agents were now facing off.
The only expected result was clear.
"The enemy, not knowing, hack…!"
"People, strange people walking around, hehehe, heeheehee…!"
"Shit, out the front door! The poison gas has been released into the whole building, ughh!"
Like snapping a child’s wrist or a thin twig, the two of them methodically cleaned up everyone they saw in front of them. Resistance was nonexistent or minimal.
Moreover, unfortunately for the Russian-Chinese coalition forces, those who tried to escape through the front door on the first floor were met with something worse than sleep and hallucination gas.
White phosphorus mes.
As they burned and the building caught fire, the smoke poured in.
Compared to BZ gas, it was far more deadly.
The moment the smoke filled the first floor, those who were fighting the escapees outside the building finally understood whymunication had been cut off.
Of course, that wasn’t the end.
"Ugh, shit, where the hell did this stuffe from…!"
"It’s sticking to my body, the fire’sing toward us!"
"A new incendiary device has activated! Back to the first floor, aaaahhh!"
As several drones waiting outside the building’s first floor activated at once, the white mes hit them like a tsunami.
The soldiers attempting to escape from 33 Thomas Street, in just 20 seconds, ended up in the same spot as the border guards who had burned first. Whether it was hell or paradise, no one knew.
Meanwhile, the two-man kill team (or rather, one was more of an auxiliary) thoroughly cleaned every floor, slowly making their way down. Thest ones left in the building—until the white phosphorus smoke began pouring in from the first floor—were the escapees.
Less than ten minutester, the building was devoid of all but the two infiltrators.
How much time passed?
"…CP. This is Stalker Actual. I’vepleted the cleaning of 33 Thomas Street. How’s the bombing progressing?"
<ul>
<li><strong>CP here. The bombing is fullyplete. Over 1,000 enemy killed. UAVs still hovering over Lower Manhattan, detecting surviving enemy forces, but difficult to track due to heat signatures.</strong></li>
</ul>
"Understood. What now?"
<ul>
<li><strong>Head to the evacuation point. It’s estimated that it’ll take at least a week to suppress the fires in Lower Manhattan.</strong></li>
</ul>
"Got it. I’ll get out using Zodiac."
Under the burning mes, the two disappeared, as if they were never there.
The operationsted only about 15 minutes, and during that time, no enemy or U.S. military satellites were flying over Manhattan—either they didn’t exist or couldn’t connect.
Except for a few who knew the truth, the day’s events would be known as the Great Manhattan Fire.
"…They’re absolutely insane. Unbelievable."
"Weren’t there about 1,500 there?"
"And they’re all dead. Coyote, Styx, Hound… we’ve got to be careful of the bacsh."
"Shall we prepare for retreat?"
"Of course."
Meanwhile, in Brooklyn.
Watching the white mes that illuminated the dark, Zodiac had a bad feeling.
Her day to head to Central Park was fast approaching.
"Entire financial district, Two Bridges, and Lower East Side are burning. With dozens of tons of white phosphorus used, it’s unlikely to be extinguished quickly."
"Make sure the fire doesn’t spread further. Have the mission objectives been achieved?"
"Much better than expected, Sir. All objectives surpassed, no casualties."
"Good. But this isn’t over, is it?"
"Unfortunately, no. The intel we gained during the operation confirms there are some urgent issues that need addressing."
<strong>Central Park HQ, Top Secret Area. 3:51 AM.</strong>
Originally a meeting room only essible by high-ranking officials, including the President, now had a dozen or so people gathered, all wearingbat fatigues dirty with blood and dust.
Aside from two individuals—Olivia and Eugene—who had just returned from Lower Manhattan, they had disposed of their contaminated clothes, showered, and were now in clean gear.
President Henry gestured to his aide to speak, indicating he wanted an exnation.
The conversation continued.
"First and foremost, we’ve confirmed the presence of Yasen-ss submarines and upgraded subs at Artemis’ hideout and the 33 Thomas Street building. Their codenames are divostok and Changzheng 18, and it’s highly probable they’re currently docked in New Haven."
"This is urgent."
"Yes, Sir. They must be neutralized or destroyed as soon as possible. These ships alone could derail all our ns."
The briefing continued.
Most present grimaced. It was understandable. Submarines were an unmatched asymmetric force and were strategic weapons, carrying dozens of ballistic missiles.
However, there was some hope—ironic as it was, there was more hope than despair.
Lorentina, who was knowledgeable about ships, pointed out the good news.
"...But surprisingly, the situation might not be as bad as we thought."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, Sir. Submarines require maintenance and docking facilities. And from themunication records, we know that both of these subs are currently docked in New Haven, and it’s highly likely they’ll stay there."
"...Stay there?"
"To keep the crew’s morale up."
Lorentina continued.
"Bringing a submarine from Russia to the U.S. is extremely difficult. They can’t cross the Panama Canal, so Russia or China must cross the North Antic to reach New York’s waters."
"...That would take quite a while."
"Based on theirmunications and logs, these subs likely came from Norway and the South Antic. They’ve been at sea for over three months, carrying close to 100 additional crew members. We know what their mood’s like inside."
"So they have to stay docked in New Haven to keep the crew calm?"
"Yes, they’ve only been in the U.S. for about a month."
Everyone nodded.
Compared to the escapees outside, no one thought the submarine crew, who had just tasted fresh air for the first time in a quarter, would be able to tolerate the remains of abandoned American cities.
The situation had already been half-confirmed through themunication logs.
And once the operators inside the room understood this, their minds began racing, considering what actions they needed to take based on the gathered intelligence.
Numerous conversations followed.
"We need to locate them first. Send all avable reconnaissance drones to New Haven."
"How do we know if there are missiles? Artemis might have helped the enemy nation infiltrate, using New Haven as a base. It''s not impossible."
"If there are crazy looters, they might have scattered desirable goods across New Haven with transport aircraft. If they’ve nted GPS, it might not be too hard to track."
"Now that we’ve essed the enemywork, let’s extract as much information as we can. We can start by asking what they need."
Of course, there was no need to devise a n with the president present.
After a few exchanges, the next destination was automatically set as the debriefing room, and the room went silent again.
Henry, sitting at his desk, understood how the operation had gone and what needed to happen next. With a small smile, he spoke to those gathered.
"The rest is up to you experts. I’ll handle the permissions and the required supplies. Get the operation n submitted. Is that all?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Well then, I think that wraps things up for today. I have some things to discuss with them, so I’ll see youter. Everyone else, go ahead."
"Understood."
As the operators quickly left, Henry chuckled to himself and nced beyond the door.
Then he spoke.
"How’s the Icarus Gear energy stabilization going?"
"Almost done, Sir."
"Good. I don’t know when the next operation will start, but we can’t afford to waste those lives. Make sure that all operators can use Icarus Gear as soon as possible."
"Understood. We’re preparing to operate it at the task force level. We expect ten initial personnel."
"d to hear that."
"What about the call signs?"
"Hmm."
Usually, this kind of decision was made by the operations officer, but when Henry heard this, he felt something important was beingmunicated, and he immediately realized this call sign would go down in history.
As names shed through his mind, only one remained.
A term fitting the soldiers who risked their lives at the front.
"Daeger. Let’s go with Daeger."
"Task Force Daeger, acknowledged."
Was this the beginning or the final struggle?
The answer would onlye with time.