Subject #9, codenamed Deku, was just a tool for the facility to use. A genetic hybrid, the perfect super soldier. Unfortunately for them, he had morals, sacrificing his life to free his brethren from the eternal torture of the lab. Now, he finds him...
"Time to get to work," Izuku said, meeting Momo at her house. Laid out on the couch were two black tactical bodysuits. They were so impressive Izuku wouldn't have doubted they came from modern day Earth. "You made these in two weeks?" He asked in disbelief.
"Nope!" Momo began to strip. "I've had mine for a while. I told you, I haven't been sitting around all this time." As she took off her shirt, with nothing underneath, she noticed Izuku's stare. "Looks like Draxia's had an influence on you too."
Izuku immediately shook his head and looked away. "I'm sorry, that was-"
"Cute. You never would've taken a peek like that in your past." She giggled. "Not all women appreciate that stare, but this one does." She made sure to give Izuku a show as she pulled up her pants, which did nothing to hide her physique.
Izuku cleared his throat. "Erm... right..." He busied himself with getting his own suit on.
Momo rolled her eyes. "I'll have to wear something more appealing, I guess."
"Huh?" Izuku missed what she said under her breath.
"It's a surprise, for another time."
"Okay..."
"So," Momo said, "what's the game plan?"
"You want me to pick? You've been alive longer."
"And you've always been the best at this," Momo assured him. "I trust you."
Izuku nodded. "Karab is the one I feel the safest about. We'll start there. Can your wings handle a HALO drop?"
"Of course."
"Then we're inserting to Karab from 5,000 feet." Technically, HALO drops started at 15,000 feet, but there was room to fudge the definition in this world. HALO jumps were made to avoid detection, usually from radar or other interceptors that flew at a lower altitude. This world didn't have either. "We'll be 5 klicks East of the Warlord's palace. Our first goal will be to incapacitate Mezo Shoji. The problem is getting close enough to him without sounding the alarm."
"He's young right?" Izuku nodded at Momo's question. "Then the easiest way to get close is overloading his senses. Karab has a lot of cultural festivals."
"Create a bunch of explosions, like fireworks," Izuku realized. "And while I'm creating the distraction, you knock him out. Once done, we move to secure the target and get out, hopefully without being noticed." He sent Light Magic pulsating through the air. "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear!"
"Alright, we don't have to worry too much about communications then."
Light Magic was crucial to stealth. While Dark Magic could provide similar physical cover, and hide your form, Light Magic allowed for perfect synchronization between parties. Izuku had been practicing religiously in order to prepare for the mission.
Basic Telepathy Magic, with no precision, could only send simple signals, like morse code. But once you got the hang of it, you could have full conversations with almost zero Lumina leakage.
"What are the rules of engagement if we do get noticed?" It was almost a jinx, but they had to be prepared for every situation.
"If possible, non-fatal takedowns. The less mess the better. They're more likely to come after us harder if we kill their people. If anyone sees either of our faces though, we need to take care of them."
"Understood," Momo responded, putting on her helmet alongside Izuku.
"Man, these are impressive."
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