The insurgent sat in his foxhole, waiting for contact with the enemy. Everything was dead silent. Before the soldier could do anything to sound an alarm, he disappears from his comrades. Only the faint whistling in the wind was only the betrayer of...
A/N: (Bit of a lengthy tangent here. Sorry about it.) Today this fucken asshole (in the pictures) decided to camp in my towel before I took my morning shower, hiding in the folds, and I was half way done drying myself off before the bastard came out the towel and onto my neck. Flung the bitch across the bathroom faster than Sanic before it tried to escape down the air vent. Splashed some left over water and dropped the soap dispenser on it before giving it a time out. Thirty minutes later after I had managed to get breakfast down I decided to check on it and it's dead :)
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A/N: Now your probably wondering several things right now, but the main ones I assume you kiddos might have are: Q: Why were you being so skittish around a lousy spider? A: One, I have arachnophobia. Really bad arachnophobia at that. Two, I live in a part of the US that has all three of the dangerous spiders in commonality. (Black Widow, Hobo, and Brown Recluse spiders for those who might not know.) *Insert Sarcastic Yay* Finally, third, I am practically blind without my glasses and had them off during the moment and I didn't want to find out the hard way how much gangrene hurts. (I assumed it was a Brown Recluse) | Q: Why the Nerf football? (American Football) A: First thing I could grab that wouldn't crack the tile, also it's sort of become my own tradition of sorts to use it for this job. Also in my opinion it's much more fun to throw than an ordinary football which is why I've kept it for all these years even though I don't do Nerf all that much anymore. (Rival Ball almost got sucked into the heating furnace and ammo is freaking expensive, not to mention the fire hazard that would pose.) | Ok with those out of the way, let's start the chapter! If you have any other questions, I'll be posting this exact stuff in a bit on my multiverse story with some elaborations added and will be answering questions there. Now with that tangent out of the way, let's get to what you came here for!
<Start of Chapter>
The formation of C-10's reached their destination: A forward base for the blackops in Japan. Built on the old prequirk remnants of the US Air Force base that used to exist here, it has been revamped into a lively miniature city of sorts. Office blocks containing researchers, recruits, training facilities and more tower over the old ATC tower whilst a new one stands beside it. The runway was lengthened to accommodate the large C-10's and the reception terminal was expanded to handle more cargo. The formation breaks off as the C-10's land one by one, the command going first. Once the planes have landed, the equipment is brought over to the mechanic shop and promptly repaired with the help of Rampage. Izuku and the rest of the captains get out of the plane while Izuku takes a little time to clean up the blood spilt on the floor and seats before leaving with Eri on his shoulders.
