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Legacy of Shadows	By : reddragon Category: Yu-Gi-Oh GX > General Views: 2257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            There turned out to be one small hitch with Private Simonson’s plan. It turned out that Duel Monster decks weren’t part of the standard US Army kit, and as such he didn’t actually have any cards on hand. There was a contemplation of using the cards the Franklin boys had on hand, but this was turned down for reasons that only the legal department truly understood. That meant the unit needed to get their hands on some cards, and fast.
            The three Stryker armored vehicles barreled across the parking lot at sixty miles an hour, coming to a screeching stop in front of the local Bullseye. There was one casualty, an unlucky Toyota SUV that got clipped in the rear bumper by sixteen tons of speeding armor. The half ton SUV flipped like a child’s toy, skidding across the asphalt with a shriek of tortured metals and plastics. The soldiers in the back of the Stryker barely noticed the collision, focused instead on the ramp at the rear as it crashed to the ground.
            “Why are we doing this again?” Private Farlance asked as he slapped the breaching charges on the plate glass window next to the unlocked automatic doors.
            “Good training!” Sergeant Kendricks answered with a smile as he clapped the private on the shoulder. In Sergeant Kendrick’s opinion there was [i]never[/i] enough good training. Each and every moment should be a moment when his troops were working on refining their skills. “We’re behind on some of the courses, and this [i]is[/i] a legal operation. The Lieutenant figures that if we’re going to be paying damages, and we will, then the corporate white shirts will do all they can to gouge us for some extra cash, which they will, so we might as well get our money’s worth, which we will.”
            “Well, I’m set, so we should probably get the hell out of the way!” Farlance answered as he slipped the last wire into place. He and Kendricks scurried around to the other side of their Stryker and hunkered down with the rest of the squad as Farlance pulled out a small detonator and flipped the switch.
            The charge in this case was twenty [i]pounds[/i] C-4 explosives. The charge had been designed to blow through an armored door on an enemy bunker. Using them on a plate glass window was, to coin a phrase, overkill. The force of the explosion was enough to cause the Strykers to rock back and forth on their shocks for a brief moment. The front of the store, by contrast, was just annihilated. The window shattered in an uncountable number of glass splinters as the metal frame warped and twisted under the force of the blast. The second stage doors were blown off their tracks and sent hurtling through the store, pulverizing the colorful displays that had been set up to catch a customer’s eye. The thin aluminum shelves shredded, releasing a cloud of burning shrapnel that sliced through the nearby clothing racks, setting a few on fire in the process. One of the doors bounced off a support beam, the only thing sturdy enough to deflect it, and smashed through an overhanging bank of lights, tearing them in half. It landed a dozen feet later with a thundering crash in the middle of the electronics department, right where the plasma screen TVs had been set up.
            “Yup,” Sergeant Kendricks murmured with a smile as he watched the smoke begin to clear, the wail of the fire alarms drowning out the rush of water as the sprinkler system killed the fires. “There is no such thing as bad training.”
            “You’re right, sir,” Farlance agreed with an awed nod as he contemplated the destruction they had just wrought. “Permission to borrow one of those next Black Friday, sir?”
            “Only if you’re willing to do my shopping for me, Private,” Kendricks answered as he waved the rest of the unit into the store. “Come on folks, let’s get this over with. Priority is on the structure decks, secondaries are the booster packs. Don’t bother opening them, we’ll take care of that once we’re back on site and can get things all properly sorted out.”
            “Permission to speak, Sergeant?” Private Farlance asked, raising his hand as the soldiers began to sort through the rubble. Fortunately the register displays had absorbed a good portion of the blast, leaving the far wall of gaming merchandise relatively untouched. The toys section had been spared entirely, something they were all thankful for.
            “No, you do not get to claim which cards are yours,” Sergeant Kendricks replied, accurately predicting what the soldier was about to ask. “First of all, it is up to the Lieutenant to decide if she wants us armed with them if and only if this works. Second, I outrank you, so I’ve got dibs anyways.”
            “Awww….”

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                        “I think we may be too late,” Yugi commented as they passed overhead of the explosion. Kaiba banked the plane around as he slowed down, letting them get a better look at the scene below.
            “No, that doesn’t seem to be the result of any monster activity,” Kaiba replied over his headset. “Those are military trucks down there. I expect it is part of some sort of reaction to the current situation.”
            “Should we land and find out what is going on?” Yugi asked.
            “No, better that we find the command area,” Kaiba answered, shaking his head even though Yugi couldn’t see it. He opened the throttle a bit and began to circle the town, staring down to try and spot the house the dragon had appeared at. That didn’t take very long, but then he realized that finding a nearby landing pace might be a bit tricky. There didn’t seem to be any streets wide enough or lawns large enough to touch down on. “I want to have all the information they have. With a situation like this, it would be dangerous to not have all the information at our disposal, and then end up walking into a fight we are not prepared to handle.”

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            “Are you sure this is going to work, Private?” Lieutenant Foxworthy asked as she looked askance at the pile of cardboard on her table. A large pile of plastic and foil wrappers littered the ground next to her. There were easily thousands of different cards scattered across the table, and Private Simonson was staring at them intently as he studied them, trying to decide which one was the best to use in their situation. A duel disk sat on his left arm, a yellow light blinking steadily as it waited for him to put a deck into the slot.
            “Well, I can’t make any promises, Lieutenant,” Simonson answered honestly as he picked up a card and added it to the small pile he had decided would be his “deck”. Foxworthy had no idea what he was basing them on – some were white, some were black, or purple, or blue, or orange, or darker orange, and all it did was make her head spin. She knew she should be paying more attention, as it was unlikely that this was an isolated incident, but right now she was more worried about the current problem and whether or not they were actually solving it or just making it worse.
            “All right, I think that should do it,” Simonson announced, snapping Foxworthy out of her thoughts. He slipped the stack of cards into the deck slot, and the little yellow light stopped blinking. He tugged his helmet into place, making sure it was nice and snug underneath his chin, then took a deep breath to steady his nerves. “I think now is as good a time as any, yes?”
            “Well, better than me having second thoughts,” Lieutenant Foxworthy admitted with a weak smile. “I still wish [i]someone[/i] had called back to tell us what do.”
            “Heh, and what would they tell us?” Simonson asked as they walked out of the tent to confront the dragon. “I’m sure they’re just as clueless as we are. I’m actually kind of glad they haven’t decided anything yet – with our luck it probably would have been a nuke or something. I’m sure they’d warn us, but that kind of escalation…? No, We’re the best men and women for the job, and that’s that.”
            “I just hope you’re right,” Foxworthy replied, staring at the dragon. She shook her head, still unwilling to admit they didn’t have any better options. Nobody had told them what to do, but they also hadn’t told them what not to do, so… “Well, good luck, Private. I hope this works, otherwise I’ll see you at the court martial.”
            “Hey, don’t worry about it,” Simonson answered with a smile. “If anyone asks, it was all my idea anyways.”
            Simonson stopped about fifty feet away from the dragon and drew five cards from the top fo his deck. They had turned off most of the functionality on the duel disk, so it wouldn’t notice that the deck he had built wasn’t technically legal for pretty much anything. All it would do was obediently display whatever monster he summoned. He looked down at the cards in his hand and let out a sigh of relief. It was a better draw than he had hoped for, and while there wasn’t anything there that could take dragon on in a fair fight, there was something there that could take it on in an [i]unfair[/i] fight. “And if you ain’t cheatin’, you ain’t tryin’,” he murmured.
            “I summon D.D. Warrior Lady!” Simonson declared, slapping the card down into the central monster zone. There was a flash of light, and suddenly there she was, standing not a few feet away from him. Maybe six feet tall, clad in a skin tight black leather jacket that hugged her curves, a glowing machete clutched in one robotic hand. The dragon woke up with a grumbled snort, climbing up to all four feet as it felt the surge of magic in the air around it. It peered down at the blonde warrior, and took a cautious step backwards as it spread its wings wide, blocking out the sun.
            “What is your bidding, my master?” the swordswoman asked, turning so that she was holding her sword two handed in front of her, prepared to fend off the dragon’s attack.
            “Go, attack Hyozanryu!” Simonson ordered.
            “Right!” D.D. Warrior Lady answered with a nod. She charged, screaming her battlecry as she ran towards the dragon. Hyozanryu roared in acknowledgement of her challenge, lunging forward to impale her upon its horn. She dodged aside, slicing at the dragon’s eyes, but it was too quick and its neck snapped back, raising its head out of her reach. D.D. ran underneath it, trying to get at the less well protected belly, but Hyozanryu was ready for her, and knocked her aside with its talon. It pinned her to the ground and then…
            “Why is it taking off her jacket?” Foxworthy asked in puzzlement as the dragon sliced away the leather coat.
            “I’m…not sure,” Simonson admitted, blinking stupidly at the unfolding scene. “This…isn’t what the game implies happens.”
            “Well, THAT definitely doesn’t belong in a children’s game,” Foxworthy agreed. “I mean. Wow. That’s…that’s pretty damned big.”
            “And now she’s…” Simonson shook his head in amazement. By now everyone was staring in shock at the unfolding event. “Wow. I’m surprised she can take that much. I mean, I know she’s not small, but wow. That’s got to be hurting her jaw.”
            “Maybe she’s got a snake thing going on?” Foxworthy suggested. “Not having a gag reflex certainly helps.”
            Simonson frowned. “Is that from personal experience?”
            Foxworthy blushed. “Well, I haven’t tried it on a person…”
            “But you’ve tried it, is that what you’re saying?”
            “Private Simonson, I am your commanding officer! You will not ask me such questions…in public, at least!” Foxworthy scolded him. “Maybe in private. If I’ve had a few beers. At least some vodka.”
            “What about the 600s?” Simonson asked with a grin.
            “Hang the- Oh. My. God. Look at that tongue!” Foxworthy squealed.
            “Oh, I see it all right,” Simonson answered, his eyes wide with surprise. “And I bet you she’s feeling it! Wow. Yeah, she’s definitely feeling it. And now he’s… Damn. Yeah, that will definitely please a woman. Christ, I wish I could do that with mine!”
            There was a delighted groan from the other side of the yard, and Foxworthy shook her head. “Oh, I am so glad we got rid of the civilians. I can only imagine how bad Washington would react if this made it on the six o’clock news.”
            “Oh, the FCC would flip a shit, that’s for sure,” Simonson agreed, nodding dumbly. “Hell, I can barely believe we’re watc- Oh. No, tell me he isn’t going to-“
            “He is, he did, and…” Foxworthy tilted her head sideways. “Where the hell did it all [i]go[/i]? There is no way he got all of that in there!” She started trying to edge around to get another angle on the proceedings, but Simonson grabbed her by the arm.
            “Better not, Lieutenant,” he quietly warned her. “I know I wouldn’t want to be interrupted at this point!”
            Hyozanryu let out a triumphant roar and then both dragon and warrior vanished, as if neither had existed in the first place. The only trace they left behind was the wreckage of the buildings and the long furrows in the ground from their recent activities.
            “We did not just watch that,” Foxworthy muttered.
            “Sure we did,” Simonson countered, then laughed. “And I guarantee you at least one of us got all that on his cell phone. Good luck getting in front of that one, Lieutenant.”
            “Christ, I need a drink,” Foxworthy moaned. “Fuck the report. I am going to go find the nearest bottle of vodka and crawl into it and not come out.”
            “Mind if I join you?” Simonson asked. “I do [i]not[/i] want to be around when the brass start asking questions. If anyone asks I’m helping you with your ‘report’.”
            “Private, I would like nothing better.”
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