13:00 Chiyoda, ??? Street
“No look, it’s this free to use sound effect called the Wilhelm Scream, it’s been in nearly any action movie with a load of extra mooks. Seriously you have to have heard it at least once, it’s this long drawn out yell. Hell it was in the starwars film we had on last night during the bridge scene.” Leona said. Arthur shrugged as he let his gaze travel over the street.
“Can’t recall it immediately.” he admitted honestly.
“It’s really, really distinctive, I swear you’ll recognise it instantly once you hear it.” Leona maintained. Behind them a man screamed. It was a testament to how training saved lives as both soldiers instinctively hid behind the raised concrete of a flowerbed before either consciously realised they were under attack.
“That’s the scream! That is totally it!” Leona even managed to utter mid-dive.
“Target spotted what the flying fuck?” Arthur responded tonelessly. Leona looked at the youth oddly, before she peeked around the raised concrete herself.
“... I second that notion.” she uttered finally. A small winged humanoid led on what for all intents and purposes appeared to be a walking corpse down the street. As both soldiers watched, they failed to notice how their phones acted up right up until two more figures burst into existence in front of them. One was more or less a mountain that walked like a man, and as subtle as a brick to the face it dealt out an overhead two-handed strike to the zombie. Leona estimated that the remains would need to be cleaned with a paint scraper. The second summon was a literally angelic figure complete with pure white robes and wings on her back. While the rock-man dealt with the zombie, a single elegant thrust from her spear dealt with the flyer behind it. Silence descended over the battlefield as the two figures turned around to face their summoners. Leona cautiously stepped towards the two figures and motioned for Arthur to do the same.
“MASTER? YOU OKAY?” the rock said in a gravelly voice. Leona chortled.
“Am I high?” she asked.
“NO. ON THE GROUND.” the summon rumbled in response.
“Do not be afraid. We live to serve and protect you.” the angel added. “Great peril threatens this world, and we will help you combat it.”
“Oh. World in danger, sure. Um, Private Leona Ramirez, at your service.” Leona said in a daze.
“Private Arthur Pipkin, same.” Arthur said, still in the monotone voice of utter shock.
“KISHIN UBELLURIS.” the mountain introduced itself.
“One of the Divine Powers.” the angel said finally. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the summons vanished back into their respective mobiles. Arthur sat down heavily on the flowerbed and grasped his head in both hands. Next to him, Leona dialed Colton’s number.
“You know. Sergeant is never going to believe this.” Arthur said. Leona shrugged.
“Well reception here just crashed, so we’ll have to find him to tell him first.” she said.
“Probably everyone calling everyone at once what with these freaks roaming the streets. Overloaded the network.” Arthur theorised.
“Balls.” Leona summed up.
“Indeed.”
“Right then. Caught your breath Sprog?” Leona asked. With a nod, Arthur rose up. Going by the city noises around them, more people were in trouble with whatever the hell these things were. They needed to regroup, hopefully get a better idea of what was happening and get to saving people.
13:30 Chiyoda, Police post
When the four had finally regrouped near the police post they had set out from, there was one question on everyone’s mind. Spoon articulated it best.
“How the bloody hell did the concrete get set on fire?” he said as he poked the remains of the wooden shack with his foot. Of the officers, there was no sign.
“More than one type of these things out and about. Guess we got lucky.” Arthur posited.
“Or someone with a grudge against the police got a pokemon too.” Leona added. Colton nodded.
“Okay we will try and get back to base and figure out what the blazes is going on from there. We’re going to need kit, and I know just the place to get it from.” the sergeant said finally.
“Where would that be?” Spoon asked eagerly.
“The spams have an embassy around here.” Colton noted with a smile.
14:00 Chiyoda, Okura Shukokan Museum Entrance
The art of acquiring extra gear was one honed to perfection by generations of squaddies forced to chafe under the yoke of strict quarter-masters, shrinking military budget and of course their own light fingered mates. Be it by liberating the stores of ‘working surplus’, use of such brilliant undetectable lies as ‘I’ll bring it back, promise!’, good old fashioned trading or the ever effective method of walking into a place with such purpose that no one would even think about getting in the way. Termed ‘proffing’ by the British, it is phenomenon common to armed forces world wide, though even in those circles the ability of British troops to 'acquire' extra gear was legendary.
Case in point: Colton walked into the American Embassy with nothing but the clothes on his back, a cellphone, three packs of cigarettes, one pack of chewing gum and around two pounds worth of souvenirs. He walked out with a duffel bag containing two assault rifles, a light machine gun, a battle rifle, four sets of roughly correctly sized uniforms, enough ammunition to take over a small third world country and his cellphone.
“No helmets?” Spoon asked as he put on the padded pants.
“You’re welcome to go back and give it a go Spoon but I don’t think they’ll be happy to ever see a british squaddie again once they realise what just happened.” Colton replied.
“Watch me.”
Five minutes later, now fitted with helmets, the squaddies moved out.
