Azur Lane: Return of Davis

Chapter 47: Black Flag

MERCENARY DETAIL
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MERCENARY AGENCY: SICARIO CORP
SQUADRON: HITMAN TEAM
SQUADRON NUMBER: 1
TAC NAME: MONARCH

AUGUST 9, 1942

Jason: "What in the hell am I looking at?"

Hernandez: "What in Satan's shit is this?"

I watch as Commander Jason and Lieutenant Commander Hernandez look at our handiwork. Sure, I'll admit, it's a little confusing, but I like the look of them.

Robin: "Henry and I reverse engineered that Siren tech we got our hands on and made these!" She points to the planes we built. "That over there's the Tomcat, that's the Fulcrum, and that's the Eagle." Robin's eyes start sparkling. "They also have experimental weapon systems from the Sirens installed. 'Missiles,' they're called. Think of them as midair torpedoes with magnetic pistols."

Hernandez: "How much... do they cost?"

Robin: "Oh, we just nabbed some Wisdom Cubes and used them as the core of the plane. Automatically refills our missile supply, so no costs."

Jason: "...Say, Henry, Robin, how'd you get the idea for these planes?"

Robin: "Well—"

I hear a beep from the cockpit of the Beau, so I quickly run in there and listen in.

???: <<< Just let us land, damnit! >>>

ATC: <<< Negative, Hitman 3. Only— >>>

I sign to Robin, who noticed me missing, that Hitman Team is trying to land, who then relays it to Jason.

Jason: <<< ATC, this is the Commander. Is something happening, over. >>>

ATC: <<< Several unaligned aircraft under a group by the name of Sicario are attempting to land in the base. What should I do, over? >>>

Jason, noticing Robin nodding: <<< ...They have permission to land, ATC. They are our mercenaries, over. >>>

ATC: <<< Hope you're not making a mistake, Commander. Okay, Hitman 2, Hitman 3, Galaxy 1, you have permission to land. Runway 26R, winds are calm. >>>

Hitman 3 | Comic: <<< Thanks, asshat. Comic, preparing to land. >>>

Hitman 2 | Diplomat: <<< Hitman 2 copies, ATC. Sorry for the trouble, man. >>>

In the distance, I can see the figures of surplus F4F Wildcats that we 'bought' for Dip and Mick, both with the Hitman mark over the star that marks US aircraft. I can also see the TBF Avenger used for our airborne warning system with its large radar atop it. Gotta love merc ingenuity.

For the next 3 minutes, Hitman and Galaxy land and taxi their way to where we're hanging out at. I hop on the wing of the Beau as I wait.

Robin: "Dip, Mick, it's been a while!"

Mick, sliding her goggles up: "All because of you dumbasses. Why the hell'd the Doc sign us up with the Azur?"

I shrug.

Mick: "Oh, don't play that mute shit around me, Monarch!" I stick out my middle finger on both hands before hopping off.

"Peter, Evelyn, it's good to see you two. Same with you, Dominic, Alexandra!"

Peter, slinging an arm around me: "So, the 'Silent Demon' speaks! Hah, it's good to see you too, Henry!"

Alexandra shoots a thumbs up as Dominic chuckles.