Ball Hall, Washington D.C.
6:00 PM
Enterprise-80, Bunker Hill-76, Frigate Belfast, and Lucas entered the Ball Hall. The room was full of Government Officials, Shipgirls, and Military High-Ranks.
Enterprise-80 wore a White Dress, Bunker Hill-76 wore a Blue Dress, Frigate Belfast wore a Purple Dress, and Lucas was wearing his Dress Blues.
Everyone inside looked at them in their party dresses. The men received instant death glares from their wives. The ladies also stared at Lucas in his Dress Blues.
Queen Elizabeth greeted them at the entrance. "Good to see that you made it in time... everyone here is waiting for your arrival, Miss Enterprise."
"We're very sorry for being late, Your Majesty... we just had some 'matters' taken care of..." Enterprise-80 apologized for being a bit late.
Frigate Belfast was staring at Queen Elizabeth, as if she were about to give this kid a good old child spanking.
"I-I see... very well, let's start the Party then," Queen Elizabeth said, stuttering because of Frigate Belfast.
Enterprise-80 and Bunker Hill-76 were engaged in conversation with some Government Officials and Military High-Ranks.
Frigate Belfast was talking to Royal Navy Shipgirls about the UK Government and its Military.
Lucas was in a corner, alert for any suspicious activities around the Girls. His eyes were sharp, and his posture was ready to jump in any emergency situation, no matter how trivial. But he knew these ladies could draw their sidearms quicker than anyone else.
As everyone would say, "Bitches got purses, American women got concealed and carry Second Amendment in their pockets."
Richelieu approached him, holding a glass of wine and offering another. Lucas took the offered glass of wine.
"Thanks... Miss Richelieu," he said formally.
"No need for formalities..." Richelieu said as she sipped her own glass of wine.
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"So, tell me... Mr. Lucas, how is my Faction's counterpart in your world?" she asked Lucas, her curiosity piqued.
Lucas scratched his head. "Well... Um... France is still... France," he said sarcastically.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce them to you." Richelieu called to two Girls, who came to their position.
"This is Le Triomphant and this is Le Terrible. These two are my escorts," Richelieu introduced the two Girls.
The two girls were looking at Lucas with curiosity and wonder. Lucas's mind was blaring with alarm like police sirens.
'What's up with the glowing eyes?' he thought.
"Whoa... Are you really a Destroyer?" Le Triomphant asked, her eyes glowing with stars.
"Y-Yeah. I am a Destroyer... why do you ask?" Lucas replied carefully, not wanting to summon the ire of the FBI.
"Sorry about these two for making you uncomfortable... they are just quite curious about... why you are a Destroyer... like... you're too big for a Destroyer?" Richelieu apologized for the two Girls. But she was curious too.
Lucas sighed and spoke, "You see... the role of Modern Destroyers is broad. And so, we need to be big as well. We have the same destructive firepower as Battleships, and the range of Cruisers, while still retaining the maneuverability of a Destroyer." Lucas explained it as if talking to a child.
The two Destroyers lit up at Lucas's words. This also piqued Richelieu's curiosity again.
Lucas thought, 'If my tonnage of 9,700 tons is the reason why I'm big, what about the Flight I's and II's?'
"Why not build a Cruiser? Cruisers can handle such big tasks... like... Anti-Air and Anti-Surface. So, why a Destroyer?" Richelieu asked him more directly.
Lucas sighed. "The answer is funding. If you want to build a Large Ship Combatant or anything that could resemble a Cruiser, you need to approve a fund from Congress. If a smaller vessel with half the payload and displacement can perform the same as the larger ships, Congress and the Navy will choose the cheapest option. We Burkes are built with such restrictions. Because money talks."
"I-I see..." Richelieu said, remembering her Faction's bureaucrats.
Lucas changed the mood a little bit. "But hey, look at the bright side. Because of the restrictions, we became the most successful and numerous class of Destroyers in our world."
The two French Destroyers glowed. "How many are there in the class?" they both asked him.
Lucas, still remembering the number of his class, said, "Well... I'm the 75th of the class, and there are 92 Burkes."
"That many. Amazing....!" Le Terrible and Le Triomphant's eyes sparkled.
Royal Navy Shipgirls
"S-So Belfast... how come you're a Frigate? W-While your size and displacement are comparable to a light Cruiser?" Queen Elizabeth asked, careful not to anger her. Because she knew Frigate Belfast had a dark side similar to their Cruiser Belfast.
"Our role as a Frigate differs from nation to nation. There are small ones, and there are very big ones. I am a multirole Frigate, which means I have to do everything like ASW, ASuW, AAW, and some Humanitarian Aid," Frigate Belfast remarked as she sipped her glass of wine. Everyone was still confused about the Frigate's role.
"Why not just build a ship that can do one specific job... instead of one taking all the work alone? This will only make the ship even more complicated?" Dido asked Frigate Belfast.
'Really. A maid that acts as a spy and any other secret mission. Doesn't have any idea of multi-role?' she thought.
"Well... if you look at it, one ship that can do one role sounds good if you want to save costs. The Nation that built me was looking for future capability, so that the ship doesn't need extensive modification... you just have to plug it in, and you're done," Frigate Belfast answered Dido's question, remembering the bureaucracy in her construction.
"So, the cheaper the ship is, the fewer the roles and capabilities? And the multirole capable ships are more expensive?" Warspite chimed in, pondering about the Battleships of the Future.
"Yes. Although those less capable ships are good at protecting their nation's territory, because they are meant to patrol their own waters and not fight wars," Frigate Belfast answered Warspite's question, not wanting to downplay the other Nation's ships that were doing their job protecting their home waters.
Everyone nodded in agreement, as a ship's role is to protect its home waters from any foreign threats.
"Are there any Battleships in your world?" Queen Elizabeth asked Frigate Belfast. She had really wanted to ask this since morning.
"Unfortunately, Your Majesty... there are no Battleships currently in service in our world. Most of them are scrapped, and the others are turned into Museum Ships. Only Cruiser Belfast is left in her Class; she is currently anchored in London as a Museum Ship."
This surprised everyone, including Dido and Sirius, about Cruiser Belfast being the only one left of her Class.
"W-What! How come? Battleships are the Strongest Ships!?" Queen Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise at what Frigate Belfast told them.
Queen Elizabeth could not hide her anger as reality dawned on her. Battleships are now extinct in any Modern Naval Warfare.
"Despicable! How did they get rid of us, Battleships, like we're nothing!" Warspite expressed her anger, stabbing the floor with the edge of her sword.
Frigate Belfast spoke to calm the two down and stop them from creating a scene. "Battleships are not obsolete, it's just that they don't have a specific role in Modern Warfare. Besides, everyone uses Aircraft Carriers as Flagships. Battleships only returned in the 80s, as America was looking for a Big Stick."
Frigate Belfast was trying to ease everyone's concern. "Well... currently, in our world. There's a Submarine named HMS Warspite."
This caught Warspite's attention. "Okay... you got my attention. Go on."
"HMS Warspite was part of the Dreadnought Class Ballistic Missile Submarine. And yes, all the Submarines are now named after Battleships."
Author's Note: Here's the Name of the UK's Nuclear Ballistic Missile Submarines that would replace the Vanguard Class. HMS Dreadnought, HMS Valiant, HMS Warspite and HMS King George VI.
"She was not the first Submarine to be named Warspite. The first sub named Warspite was a Fast attack submarine. HMS Warspite's role is to patrol the Northern Sea. She's Britain's 'Deadly Retribution' if the homeland was attacked by..." Frigate Belfast paused a bit, as she was told by Enterprise-80 not to reveal the existence of nukes.
"By... what?" Warspite asked, waiting for her response.
"My bad, I just remembered something," Frigate Belfast said, as Warspite just nodded in understanding.
"Before ado, let's continue. If the homeland were attacked by unconventional means like... biological weapons. She will release all of her fury on the attacker. If the high command is down, the CO onboard has to make a decision about retaliating or just waiting for the orders of any ally, like America--"
"America again?!" Queen Elizabeth exclaimed, tired of hearing about America every time she wanted to hear about her Nation's counterpart.
Frigate Belfast's voice got serious, making Queen Elizabeth hide behind Warspite.
"Your Majesty. The United States of America was the Number-one Hyperpower in our World. If you want to mess with them," she then pointed at the American Kansens.
"God save the Queen." Her tone shifts grim.
Queen Elizabeth was sweating bullets, remembering how she greeted those American Kansens.
Sirius asked, to change the subject. "How much would it cost to build a Modern Vessel?"
Frigate Belfast pondered a bit, trying to remember her construction cost. "Well... I cost £1.31 Billion per unit, not including R&D."
This caused the Royal Navy Shipgirls' jaws to drop in surprise. Cruiser Belfast cost £2,141,514.00 Million in 1936 money.
"How much Budget did you spend?" Warspite asked, her corgi ears straightened up after hearing the cost.
"Well... it's close to 2% of the GDP, that is £100 Billion," Frigate Belfast replied.
"That's quite a lot of money!" Queen Elizabeth exclaimed, almost dropping her glass.
Frigate Belfast continued. "Well... USS Enterprise CVN-80 cost $12.8 Billion not inc—"
Before Frigate Belfast could continue, Queen Elizabeth passed out after hearing the cost of the Modern Vessels. The two Maids were trying to wake the Queen, and Warspite was having a mental breakdown.
"I guess I spoke to soon."
"B-Billions! E-each s-ships c-cost B-Billions," Warspite murmured, crouching on the floor. Everyone in the Ball was confused about the weird behavior of the Royal Navy Shipgirls.
Frigate Belfast spoke in a serious tone. "We're not even at the Trillion Dollar Defense Budget of the Americans yet, Your Majesty."
"Tri-Trillion Dollar De-Defense Budget!" Warspite yelled out.
Frigate Belfast accidentally revealed the Trillion Dollar Defense Budget of Uncle Sam, in order to intimidate the Bratty Queen. Now everyone in the Ball knew.
Every High-Ranking Military and Government Official could see and hear the whole commotion of the Royal Navy.
Enterprise-80 held her temple and groaned. "Did Belfast tell them the cost of every Modern Vessel?"
"Seems like it," Bunker Hill-76 said, sipping her Glass of Wine.
Lucas just straight-up burst into laughter. "Trillion Dollar Defense Budget goes brrrrrrrrrr. Baby... Whoa...!"
FDR looked at Enterprise-80 and asked. "What did Lucas mean by 'Trillion Dollar Defense Budget'?"
Enterprise-80 sighed in defeat. "Guess, there's no keeping it a secret now, huh." She turned and faced FDR.
"That is the American Defense expenditure every year... and, YES. You heard him right... that is Trillion, with a capital T," she remarked.
Government Officials, Shipgirls, and Military High-Ranks just jaw-dropped, and their Wine spilled out of their Wine Glasses.
They were all frozen in shock after hearing the Trillion Dollar bill. Many just straight-up collapsed at such expenditures.
"TRILLION DOLLAR, WHAT!!!"
A Woman with White Hair, looking like George Washington hit by an Animenizing Beam, was on the floor kneeling.
She could see the Eagle Union Banks collapsing if they tried to maintain this kind of Ship. The current Shipgirls were currently a butt pain when it came to maintenance, now this.
"Can the economy sustain that much expenditure?" FDR asked Enterprise-80 again, still recovering from the shocking reality of America's Defense Budget.
"That's only 3% of the US economy," Enterprise-80 answered, drinking her Glass of Wine.
"What about the US Economy?" FDR asked, preparing himself for the absurd numbers of the US Economy.
"40+ Trillion," Enterprise-80 said, watching FDR turn pale after hearing that. She then motioned to her secretary.
Bunker Hill-76 explained. "38% is in Operational and Maintenance, 24% is in Military Personnel, 18% in Procurement, 14% in Research, Development, Testing and Evaluation, 7% is other stuff that is related to 'Defense'."
Lucas chimed in the conversation, holding a Bottle of Wine and Wine Glass. He was mostly drunk.
"That's how much money we spend... when you are patrolling the world's oceans with 15 Aircraft Carriers."
Bunker Hill-76 explained further. "There are currently 4 in deployment, 4-3 in training or on standby, 2 in Dry Dock, 2 are under maintenance, 1 is just being delivered to the Navy, 2 are refitting in port, and 1 is under construction."
"Do you really have to expend that much?" Gen. Eisenhower asked, seeing the burden of tax.
"We're not expending that much now... back in the 80s and 90s we spent 6% of the economy," Enterprise-80 remarked.
"Inflation is a bitch," she cursed under her breath.
"There's a saying back in our world: The Americans will end a war before it even starts," Lucas said sarcastically.
"H-How can you guys say such a thing like that?" A Blond Hair Woman wearing an Admiral Uniform asked in concern, not used to hearing such things casually.
"We are not stupid enough to end the world. But we almost did," Enterprise-80 remarked. "Bunker Hill-76, please explain my role to them."
"The role of US Modern Super Carriers is power projection to the world. Keeping the fight out of the Continental US, they are deployed every 6 months to their assigned region. For Miss Enterprise, that region is the Western Pacific."
"The other role is deterrence, to put it simply. Of the 15 carriers, 4 or 5 are forward deployed, 4 or 3 are in Training ready to be called upon, 4 are in maintenance, 1 is being overhauled, and 1 is being refitted. If war broke out, the American President always asks: Where are the nearest Carriers?"
"We are the first response if any hostilities spark in our area of the region," Enterprise-80 added.
"Or we just park our Carriers miles away on the coastline of any hostile Nation, as a daily reminder and telling them to calm down or else," Bunker Hill-76 remarked.
"Or else. What?" FDR asked in confusion.
"You already know what it is... Mr. President," Lucas said, looking at FDR and raising his Wine Glass like The Great Gatsby.
FDR realized the reality. He had been asking God to send him and his nation Angels of Salvation. God complied with his prayers, but. God did not send him and his Nation an Angels of Salvation.
Instead, God sent him and his Nation an Angels of Death and Destruction with the capability of destroying this world.
"Dear, God..." He muttered to himself as images of chaos flashed through his eyes.
Café/Bar (IDK)
6:30 PM
Laffey-200 was drinking her 39th Bottle of Booze, as everyone in the Bar could not believe what they were witnessing. This Bunny Girl drank 39 Bottles of Alcohol straight without vomiting or collapsing.
This also surprised Texas, an Alcoholic herself. Lafayette was just sitting opposite Laffey-200, waiting for her to stop, as it was almost night.
Lafayette muttered to himself. "I'm not going to carry you back to your ship."
"Are you sure she's normal? I mean, she just drank 39 bottles without vomiting or collapsing," Texas asked, looking at Laffey-200 from the counter.
"Yeah. She's normal. With some few loose screws in the head," Lafayette said, remembering his sailors returning to his ship drunk, one of them Bridle Carrying his buddy onboard his ship because he was too drunk to walk.
Laffey-200 then stopped at her 40th Bottle as she finished emptying the last bottle. She put the Bill on the table and raised both of her hands like a Baby asking to be carried.
"Carry me. My legs won't move," she said, like it was nothing.
Lafayette yelled. "GO! FUCK Y—"
But his whining was cut off by Laffey-200's immediate Death Glare at him, he made kiddy noises followed by a whime.
Lafayette obliged. "Yes... Ma'am..." He thought. 'How should I carry you?' He scratched his head while looking for any ideas.
"Here goes nothing..." He then rolled his sleeves and manned up.
Lafayette gave her a Piggy-back ride, his small frame barely visible as Laffey-200's tall stature dwarfed him. He had the horsepower but lacked the knee stability and strength. He took each step carefully, his feet wiggling.
The Shipgirls watched him move at the speed of a turtle and snail. He was giving a Woman twice his size and weight a Piggy-Back ride from Texas' Salon to Norfolk Naval Base.
Texas just smiled and cheered for the little fella. "You go... kiddo..."
"What an interesting bunch," she uttered, fascinated by each characteristic of the Modern Kansens.
The two left Texas' Bar, navigating through the street at night. They were not alone; they were accompanied by their Manjuus.
Lafayette carrying Laffey-200 from the Bar to the Harbor. This whole scene was seen by passing Town folks.
An 8,000-ton Frigate hauling an 11,000-ton Destroyer was not in any tonnage to weight ratio. And his back and knee injury was not service relatable.
As they reached a dark corner of the street, two Men wearing trench coats and Fedoras were eyeing them from a distance, leaning back against the wall. At the other corners of the alleyway, other Operatives were hiding among the shadows, ready to pounce on the escorting Manjuus.
"That woman is too drunk to even move... and the kid carrying her is about to collapse on his knees. He looks like the kind of kid who would run in the face of trouble," the Man with the Black Fedora spoke.
Before they reached the dark alley, they tried to call one of their buddies in their secret hideout, but he did not respond. Without wasting any time waiting for their colleagues to arrive or even give him a call, they waited in the alley for their target to come.
"Do you think we need this? I mean, that woman is too drunk," the Man with the Grey Fedora spoke, bringing out a handkerchief drenched in chloroform.
"Ja. To make sure she's asleep. Remember, these two are Kansens," the man with the Black Fedora reminded his colleague how dangerous a Kansen was, even if it was a kid.
They then readied their handkerchiefs drenched in Chloroform. As the two got near them on the sidewalk, in the dark alleyway.
The man with the Black Fedora nodded his head, signaling the others in the alleyway. The signal was received, and they readied their weapons.
Unbeknownst to these two and the others, Laffey-200 smelled the Chloroform from meters away and knew they were being followed. Her senses were now awake; her drunk state vanished.
The smell of the chemical was a wake-up call for her senses. Like a killing machine turned on for battle, her eyes glowed red, her fingers twitching. Her Bunny-Ears were like EASA Radar, actively searching for potential threats in the corner. She just needed to wait for the two to move, then she would react.
As they passed them, the man with the Black Fedora positioned himself behind Lafayette to cover his mouth with his handkerchief drenched in Chloroform.
Laffey-200 raised her left leg, kicking the man in the face. Lafayette dropped her and stumbled as Laffey-200 suddenly kicked out of nowhere.
"Whoa... what was that!" Lafayette exclaimed, tripping over and hitting the concrete ground with his rear.
The Manjuus that were escorting them were pounced on with batons. The Manjuus were like yellow pineapple-grenades with the pin missing. Yeah... they exploded on their faces.
Underneath the chubbiness or layers of feathers was the American Constitution and 2ND Amendment fully loaded. A burst of fire with their concealed M4A1s (Don't ask me how) gave the others a wake-up call of reality.
A bunch of them wanted to pick a fight in the alleyway, but the Manjuus showed them the HOOD, and they all got gunned down.
Gotta say, they picked the wrong neighborhood.
Back at Laffey-200, with her split kick mid-air, which sent the Man with the Grey Fedora flying, her sneaker made an imprint on the man's face like a damn floor mat with all the lines.
The other man, the Man with the Grey Fedora, dropped the handkerchief, reaching for a Luger hidden in his trench coat.
"Oh, shit— "
Laffey-200 saw him reaching for his Luger and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying and hitting the brick wall with a resounding thud and falling into a stack of trash.
The man with the Black Fedora, the one who got kicked in the face, regained his balance and stood on his feet. 'Damn. I thought she was too drunk to even pick a fight. Where did that strength and alertness come from?' he thought, his mind reeling from the failed abduction.
With all the power of Whiskey and Tequila, Laffey-200 lunged at the Man with the Black Fedora with kicks and punches. The Man, in his fighting stance, blocked all her punches, but all of her punches were getting heavier and heavier with each landed blow.
'Leiber Gott, ist sie ein Hollenhund?' the man thought, his rear getting beaten like a rag doll.
Laffey-200 launched a right hook into that man's left lower chest, breaking one of his rib cages. Then it was followed by a left to the stomach, a critical hit that made the man vomit blood.
She turned and gave the man a kick that sent him flying toward a stack of trash, landing him in the trash. Leaving him there, lying, slowly losing consciousness and bleeding in the trash.
The man coughed blood, his vision slowly blurring and turning into darkness. The only light he saw were those red eyes, thirsting for blood. Death was upon him; he couldn't do anything but wait for his fate.
The Man with the Grey Fedora regained a little strength and crawled behind a dumpster, controlling his erratic breathing as his heart beat faster. He slowly peeked out of the Dumpster to look at the Bunny Girl. The Bunny Girl was not there anymore; he slowly looked up and saw the Bunny Girl above him, pointing her handgun.
"Leiber Gott," he muttered in disbelief.
Laffey-200 parkoured her way up through the alleyway between buildings to gain the higher ground, then pointed her Desert Eagle down at the man who was poking his head out of the side of the Dumpster.
Her glowing red eyes aligned with the sight and the man's head. With a squeeze of the trigger, the .50cal. bullet destroyed the man's head clean, spilling blood all over the alleyway. She then landed on both feet, sober and in heat with battle.
Lafayette was having a stand-off with the other man, pistols pointed at each other. Lafayette with his Glock-19 and the man with his Luger.
"Drop the gun!" Lafayette demanded of the man.
"Nein."
"I said drop—"
*BANG*
In front of him was the man who lost a chunk of his forehead after getting cleaved by a .50cal. Desert Eagle. Lafayette was horrified at the gore. He quickly turned to face her.
Laffey-200, without a hint of total drunkenness in her movement, holstered her Desert Eagle as the threat in the area was eliminated. Her Bunny Ear Antenna searched the surroundings for any potential threats.
"What the fuck was that?!" a very afraid and scared Lafayette yelled in surprise, holding himself from wetting his pants. As he watched the one man lose his forehead.
"Enemy... is... Terminated," she said in a robotic voice.
The two with goons Spy thought they could touch America's Boats with some handkerchief drenched with chloroform, but they were wrong. Because they faced a 3.4 Billion Dollar Destroyer in action, jacked-up by the US Government to fight a Near-Peer Adversary. These two fucked around and found out.
"Terminated? What are you... a god damn, Terminator!" Lafayette exclaimed.
"Carry me..." She then fell to her knees and snored; she was like on a power switch-off.
"Oh come on!"
After that kidnapping attempt, everyone in the neighborhood was awake from the sound of gunfire. Local Police responded to the area of the scene. Shipgirls were also called in as some worked in the Local Police Department.
This fiasco would be in the morning headlines, the shootout in the alleyway near Norfolk Naval Base and the exploited attempted kidnapping of Iron Blood's spies.
Naval Base Norfolk, Virginia
Essex and Denver-856 were bored after eating a bucket of ice cream and handling some "matters." They sat at the edge of the Flight Deck of the Amphibious Assault Ship.
"Damn it. I'm bored after assassinating that spy..." Essex-12 exclaimed.
Then they heard another gunshot, and they both jolted in surprise. This time, they were certain someone had died. Horror spread across both of their faces.
"I'm sure she killed someone with that shot," Denver-856 said.
Essex-12 could dismiss the report about the afternoon gunshot, but now, she was certain someone had died.
"I am not making a report about that shit! – no way!" Essex-12 exclaimed, ducking her head.
"I'm going to call Lafayette to see if she really killed someone this time," Denver-856 said, pulling out her phone to confirm the shot.
JS Maya ran outside, Katanas at the ready, and headed towards the two, asking, "What is it this time?"
The horror plastered across Essex-12's face told it all. JS Maya realized it instantly. "Did she kill someone?"
"Yeah... I talked to Lafayette... she really killed someone this time," Denver-856 said, lowering her phone.
Essex-12 screamed in horror, realizing this kind of neglect would fall under her responsibility, as she was left in command while Enterprise-80 and the rest were on a diplomatic mission.
"My position as second in command is ruined! Waaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Essex-12 cried like "Aqua throwing tantrum" on her ship's flight deck.
Denver-856, JS Maya, and the nearby Manjuus watched her sob on the flight deck. This kind of incident would be hot news; tomorrow, it would be on the front page of every newspaper: "Breaking News: A Bunny Girl Killed a Person."
Laffey-200 and the Manjuus had turned Norfolk into Detroit in seconds.
"You can now kiss goodbye to your position as Second in Command," Denver-856 said.
Manjuu Marines and other Ship Security Personnel were on high alert due to the burst of gunshots and the emergency signal from Lafayette.
V-22 Ospreys were ready on the deck of the Amphibious Assault Ship, and ACVs of the Marines rolled out of the Naval Base gates to respond to Lafayette's distress call. A convoy of heavily armed vehicles, ranging from JLTVs, Cougars, and ACVs, followed by UGVs, sped towards the location.
Above, an AH-64 Apache of the Marine Corps raced to the area, guns ready. The area was a scene of total devastation from a gunfight.
Six dead bodies littered the dark alleyways. Local officers were not yet there; instead, city folk and some Shipgirls were present.
Essex-12 disembarked from one of the JLTVs and darted towards the two with an unreadable expression, clearly pissed off.
"Can somebody explain to me why you opened fire in public?! Look at this!" She pointed at the dead bodies.
Laffey-200, in her resting mood (barely awake and conscious), simply ignored the berating Essex-12, who looked like Aqua after breaking character because the situation was dire. Their superior would be in hot water with the news media about this shootout.
Lafayette stood there, beads of sweat running down his face, along with the Manjuus, their tag-along security. In their defense, the operatives had instigated the fight that culminated in the shootout.
"Tell me if that shit is in the headlines tomorrow. I only hold this position by chance, and you two blew it!" She could now kiss goodbye to her position as Second in Command.
Texas sided with the two, as the action taken was clearly self-defense.
Some of the OSS Agents there confirmed the identity of the operatives. Luckily for them, those dead spies were their primary target.
One of the Agents spoke, cutting in on her rebuke. "Umm... Excuse me—"
"What?!" Essex-12 shouted in the man's face.
The Agent jolted at her aggressiveness. "I think we can sweep this mess under our pretext."
Essex-12 was intrigued by the Agent's proposition. The proposition was that they were the ones responsible for the capture, and the Modern Kansens had helped them when the gunfire started.
"You got a deal."
USNS William McLean
William and his assistant were inside the Cargo Compartment, waiting for a new set of deliveries to arrive on the Cargo Ship.
The entire Cargo Compartment glowed, and four Phalanx CIWS and ten base parts for the Rolling Airframe Missile materialized.
The ten base parts of the Rolling Airframe Missile would be the base of the new Close-in Laser Weapon System currently being assembled.
He then walked to another Cargo Compartment and saw a Mk-16 Launching System RUR-5 ASROC materialize in the center.
Enterprise-80 had given William a very important task. He was tasked with up-gunning their current ASW Ship without compromising the design and stability of the ship. The Mk-16 Launcher was chosen because it didn't compromise the VLS cells, and it was light enough not to affect the ship's stability.
William looked at it with satisfaction. "Looks like you're getting a new toy... kiddo..."
He then shifted his attention to the crates next to the Mk-16 Launcher and saw two crates of rubber ducks and two crates of grenades.
"What's up with these rubber ducks, Essex?" He muttered to himself.