Azur Lane: Return of Davis

Chapter 33: Prisoners of War

May 14, 1942

I yawn while releasing the tension within my spine. The beds here, admittedly, are kinda ass compared to my room's bed, but they'll do when you need a place to sleep.

Stepping out of the elevator, I waddle on over to the re:VIVE test site, where we're still trying to bring Amagi back to reality. I look to the Manjuu in charge.

"Hey. How are we doing on Amagi's synchronization rate?"

The Manjuu chirps at me, giving a status update on the project. I still don't know how the hell we're able to understand these things when they don't even have human vocal cords, but I guess that really isn't important.

He basically tells me that we can expect full synchronization by the 28th, but with extra materials needed, the earliest we can bring her back is the 5th of June.

"Not a problem. Thanks for keeping an eye on this project. Keep up the good work."

He chirps back, pleased with the compliment, and ensures nothing will go wrong. I feel as if this is an omen, somehow...

Oh, and I guess it's an omen for right now, because I can hear the emergency exit door opening. Who's coming in from the stairs?

With my Model 10 revolver, I load in 3 standard .38 S rounds and 3 .38 SP rounds and prepare for anything.

Turning the corner with my revolver pointed straight ahead, I catch sight of my targets. Two young girls with skin-tight swimsuits and... crosses. Ironblood? I should've expected they'd send somebody to snoop on the SP round project.

Stealthing up behind them, I tap one of them in the back with my gun.

"Put your hands up before Bismarck gets two body bags in the mail."

The black-haired one raises her arms quickly, shivering somewhat, with the other turning around.

Blonde: "Wer zum-"

I pull out another gun (this time an M1908 that I forgot to load) and point it at her. "I can shoot both your asses to next Tuesday. So put your hands up before I send you to an early grave."

She slowly raises her hands before charging straight at me. I promptly get her cohort into a chokehold as a human meat shield and point the Model 10 to her head, quickly changing cylinders so the SP rounds were in the barrel.

Noirette: "96! Nicht!"

"Yeah, Neunsechs. Don't. Before I blast your little friend's head open like a traube." Why can I play the role of the villain so damn well? I don't like it one bit.

96: "Scheisse!"

I look down to the girl I'm half-choking out. "Say, girlie. What's your name?"

Noirette, with difficulty: "Kriegsmarine U-101 of the VIIC class."

"101, eh? So if you're U-101, then she's U-96?"

101: "Jawohl."

I let her go. "Good. At least you're amicable. I'm Lieutenant Commander Hernandez Joseph Ray-Cruz of the Eagle Union."

101: "Ray?"

She looks over to 96, seemingly questioning each other telepathically. While they're looking away, I quickly load a magazine into the M1908  that has the SP ammo. After my run-in with Alpha, I have to keep the SP rounds on me at all times, just in case.

"Now, if you girls would calmly come with me to the interrogation room, we can keep talking there."

They both look at me with... Is that hate in their eyes?