GATE (Thus the JSDF fought there): Breakthrough

Chapter 3: The Bar and a New Assignment.

"Yo! Actual you awake?" Mike banged on the door to Ryan and Jackson's room.

It's been a full night since Watcher had arrived, luckily no problems had arisen as they slept with one eye open.

Jackson opens the door and hangs on the doorframe, looking at their huge machine gunner who only carried his 1911 DS Prodigy in his right holster. "Actual ain't here, left a while ago with Claire for some sort of money exchange."

"Damn, well their loss. Wanna get a drink? Rest of the boys are already walkin' there." Mike gives a grin as Jackson nods.

"Lemme get my pistol and we'll get going." Jackson walks inside and grabs his SIG M18 before inserting it inside his right holster, and leaving their barracks room.

After a small walk down Jackson and Mike start to notice a lot of the locals here, most of their clothing seemed like something they would see in the history books.

"1-1, 1-5! Hurry it up!" Markus would shout, the big breached wore a tight green shirt that only pushed out his huge chest and shoulders.

"Fuckin hell... never saw his physique until now." Jackson mumbles as he walks to the rest of the team with Mike.

"Navy feeding their sailors steroids." Mike adds on with a chuckle.

"You're one to talk Mike." Jackson jokes. Mike wore a rather baggy t-shirt unlike Markus, but with the size of his forearms, it was easy to tell that Mike's physique was close to Markus if not the same.

The team all make their way inside the bar, looking around and noticing a rather abundance of people who lived in the special region and JSDF soldiers alike. A rather awkward tension filled the room as the team looked to the JSDF soldiers who glanced at them.

"We should've brought 1-4. Any of you know Japanese?" Chris asks the team as they take their seats on a table a good part away from the door, in the corner where one side was secure behind a wall.

Everyone in the team shakes their head, for such a fragile diplomatic mission Ryan should've at least had two translators.

An orange-haired bunny girl would walk over to them, speaking in a foreign language that all 5 of them didn't understand.

Everyone in the group was quite stunned at seeing this, normally stuff like this was something in Jackson's manga. Everyone looked at Jackson as he raised an eyebrow. "Woah hold on, don't go lookin' at me? I can't speak Japanese."

"You telling me you watched all of those Japanese shows and you don't know anything about the language?" Chris jokes with a small laugh, crossing his arms.

"Seven drinks for the table miss. Sorry for any problems, they don't speak Japanese or your language." Claire says in Japanese to the orange-haired server, for once her long black hair isn't in a bun as she walks to the team with Ryan towed behind her.

"Figured I find you boys here, you owe me for the drinks." Claire sighs as she pulls a chair from an empty table to sit at the end of the booth since it would've been hard to fit more than three on each side of the booth.

"We'll pay you back someday. Thanks for saving me though." Jackson taps his finger on the table as the team all relaxes in their booths.

"Got a feeling we're being watched still..." Jason mutters as Ryan looks back to see a few of the locals staring at them before quickly turning away once they were caught red-handed.

"We're visitors here. I'm sure the JSDF felt like it when they first arrived here also. Not to mention everything else, the CIA did send some of their boys to hunt down a demi-god and a few others." Ryan mentions to the team. "Doesn't mean we shouldn't be hostile or acting cold to them, help out a bit, just like helping the locals overseas."