Hells Bells

A revelation.

April 14th, 2022. Base Azur. Pacific Ocean. Azur Dimension.

A topless Humvee pulls out of Base Azur one, moving down the road along the seawall. Admiral Briggs watches the passing buildings and the girls, sometimes wearing mechs, walking down the street. Briggs points to his right, and the driver turns the car into the town, but suddenly stops when a few girls run out in front of them. The girls hurl obscenities and flip them off. A couple US service men run out in front of the car and do the same thing. Admiral Briggs lets out a groan, and steps out of the car and walks up to the group.

BRIGGS: Are any of you Hells Bells?

One of the service men steps forward, and curses at the admiral. Briggs smiles at him, he draws his sidearm and shoots him in the head. The girls run off, the soldiers try to run but stop when Briggs orders them to. He holsters his sidearm and waits. The Hells Bells materializes in front of the Humvee.

BRIGGS: Where is the base commander?

SOLDIER: His usual place, s-sir.

BRIGGS: Thank you, now get the fuck out of my sight.

Briggs gets back into the truck, when he sits down the soldiers run away. The Humvee continues down the street. Briggs grabs his radio and talks to someone for a few minutes, before putting it down and telling the driver to take a left.

DRIVER: Sir this is the brothel district.

BRIGGS: I know, but the man is down there. Now take the damn turn.

The driver nods and turns onto the street. The further they travel down the street the more it turns into a Colombian slum. Briggs tells the driver to pull over by a decrepit three story hotel. They wait there for another ten minutes, as two local police and one local military police truck pull up. Briggs gets out and grabs one of the rifles in the back, and directs the police to the third floor, and the MPs to stay outside. The police kick in the door and the hotel comes alive as the residents try to leave, those who make it outside are detained by the MPs. The sounds of doors getting kicked and frightened women fill the air for the next twenty minutes. The police come out dragging out the many customers and employees of the brothel, the last person to be dragged out is the base commander. He rambles to the police, asking them if they know who he is. The man is thrown in the back of the Humvee, when he tries to get back out, Briggs knocks him back in with the rifle's butt.

BRIGGS: You have a lot of nerve going to these coke ridden dumps, when you haven't started on the treaty preparation.

Briggs gets back in the truck

BRIGGS: This is why hiring from this cursed island was a stupid idea, most of your men are smuggling cocaine, and they disrespect superiors. I had to call in marines from 169 to arrest the entire base garrison. You even managed to corrupt the Hells Bells unit here. You better hope to whatever god you pray to your court martial is merciful

The Humvee makes its way back to Base Azur. The base commander is dragged out of the truck screaming and kicking, saying they'll all be sorry. Briggs yells for everyone to clean the shit out of the base. The marines scatter across the base, throwing the found cocaine and contraband into piles and setting them ablaze. Briggs reaches for his radio and confines himself in the base commander's office.

BRIGGS: Odin, get me a narcotics unit over here, and change the meeting point, the Azur Republic isn't clean.

Gods Dimension. Dungeon Underneath The Imperial Palace. Kurzen.

Wyte right hooks a Coliac General tied to a chair, knocking out a couple teeth.

WYTE: You have a better chance of surviving if you tell me everything, otherwise I'll leave you in the hands of the Arragonians.

The general spits in Wyte's face. Wyte pulls out his bayonet and stabs it into the general's hand. The general grinds his remaining teeth and stares at him when he starts twisting the knife. Wyte sighs and rips the bayonet from the Coliacs hand. He wipes the bayonet with a rag and sheaths it. He turns to the Arragonian officers in the cell.

WYTE: Do whatever you want with him.

Wyte leans against the cell door. The officers move around turning on recording devices, and prepare a borrowed car battery from a Humvee. One of the officers dumped water on the general, while another prepared jumping cables. Three officers hold the general down as two others rip his pants off. The person with the cable moves toward him. Wyte walks over to the table with the recording devices, and stands behind the officer operating them. The person with the cables clamps them to the general's privates. The Coliac starts to breathe heavily, the officer moves over to the battery, pausing for a bit staring at the general. The general stares the officer in the eyes and mouths "fuck you". The Arragonian begins to clamp them to the battery, putting on one, but pausing with the other one. The officer turns to the one recording, the recorder nods and starts recording. The other clamp connects and the general screams in agony. The clamper looks at his pocket watch and waits five seconds before unclamping one. The general breathes even heavier, slumping in his chair.

RECORDER: Why was Ozvey working with a summoned American traitor?

GENERAL: (Heavy Panting) She planned to use the "heroes" against the gods during Agils reign, but that changed when the Americans showed up... after the heroes were in possession of the Duchy of Minskin she ignored them. I don't know why she sided with him now.

RECORDER: Why are you fighting us on the side of the duchy?

GENERAL: I don't know.

The recorder nods to the clamper and the screaming begins again, after another five seconds it stops. The Coliac slumps further in his chair, he is propped back up by two other officers.

RECORDER: Answer correctly.

GENERAL: (Heavier breathing) We were told to... told to... secure our relationship with the people of minskin... for an eventual invasion of the Arragonian continent to deny the Americans a base of operations with warm water ports, and eventually confine them to the... Hel continent.

Wyte pats the recorder on the shoulder, and the recording stops. Wyte moves out from the table and in front of the general, tapping on his wrist pad.

WYTE: Why is she against the United States?

The general averts his eyes from Wyte. Wyte draws his sidearm and points it to the generals' charred privates. The general turns to him with despair in his eyes.

GENERAL: She... hates the way you're running things, she hates that you tossed the gods aside. She hates how you treat each race equally... She hates that an American stole her sister away from her.

Wyte holsters his pistol, looks at the general and starts laughing.

WYTE: Laughing is how I can make this situation less horrifying, my god. She has more issues than we thought... But why do the other sisters follow her?

GENERAL: ... Because they all have the same mind set.

Wyte taps on his wrist pad and turns away from the Coliac, walking out of the cell.

WYTE: Continue.

Screams of the general echo through the dungeon, Wyte opens a portal to Yankee Hotel. The portal closes and Wyte sits on the bed. Staring out the window of the Presidential Suite, pulling his luger out and setting it next to him. He opens one of the nightstand drawers, taking out his cigar box. He takes one out, twirling it in his hand. He hears the door slamming behind him. He puts the cigar in his mouth and stands up looking at Litzain. He stares at her with a stern look, with her walking up to him and snapping her fingers lighting his cigar. Wyte takes a drag and blows the smoke in her face.

WYTE: Here's the deal, three of your sisters are about to be arrested by their governments. Any reasonable objections?

Litzain looks at him with no emotion.

LITZAIN: none.