Before Captain Ishida Hisashi set off on his search and rescue mission, he intended to follow up on his word to provide them with a radio. Even if they were paranoid, even if they had cast an unsightly gaze upon him, he intended to be there for them. It was the mandate of the UN, and of the JSDF to help civilians, to uplift the weak and defenseless. Once upon a time, he had been a surgeon, a doctor and pediatrician. It was his passion to wrest the needy away from the skeletal hands of death. In a sense, he hadn't changed at all, even if he was forced to wear a uniform and bear arms.
The medical officer, for his fireteam of four, had picked three of his infantrymen and one driver to pilot the rover. The college was relatively untouched by the Coming of Hell, so the less combat-oriented Kyonshikirapeitai would be quite capable of guarding it.
"Remember, we are going forth to rescue our fellow warriors in need, so leave the thought of glory here in this American campus." With his chosen men lined up at the carpark outside the School of Education, he gave them a preparatory talk. Ever since running out of senior officers and veterans, they had looked up to him ever since, "To breath life into them is glory unto itself. These times are terrible, but true terror is to become one of the Kyonshi. We are alive for a reason, and I believe that reason is to preserve life itself." Then looking up at the sky then his watched, he decided to conclude his talk quickly, "Should we see anyone - and I mean anyone, in need, we will stop our rover and help them. Ichiro, keep the UN flag close, don't forget to mount it on the rover. People will know us to be good when they see it."
"Should we really help them sir? I've overheard what was said in the conference room as I guarded it. They do not want us around." Private First Class Ichiro, the flagbearer, said with a touch of dismay. Like Sergeant Maiko, he was a little dismayed that his captain had to tolerate the attitude of the Americans.
"Yes. We are the UN. We are the JSDF. We are Kyonshikirapeitai. And as fate dictates, we do things the old ways, as Samurai. Bushido requires sacrifice. Even if it is thankless." The captain replied firmly, even if he himself had a strained relationship with the ideals of the samurai. To him, it was little more than philosophy, something pushed unto him by his family and clan; if it weren't for the Coming of Hell it would have remained as philosophy. His passion to help could exist without such an embellishment. Alas, as things became medieval, the old ways of the samurai became useful and important again.
With that, they took their rover down, but before they leave, they stopped by the convoy that was being put together by Roy, leader apparent of the civilians holed up in the campus. Captain Ishida Hisashi got out of his rover, the radio he promised to the leader apparent in hand. It was a spare, found in one of the military trucks. It consisted of a rugged but high tech looking walkie talkie with a digital screen that looked like it could kill a person, as well as an earphone with a mic and a speaker. It resembled something a police officer would use. "Here is your radio. Do not hesitate to ask for help." He said to Roy, and after taking a despairing look at the rag-tag group of civilians (how many will not return, these foolhardy adventurers?) being put together for their 'mission', he returned to his rover.