Girls Frontline: HELL Warfare

Prologue

Sector 13, (Redacted)

BOOM!!

A door swings open forcefully and a full team of armed personnel goes through into what seems like an office room. A short petite girl in a police uniform enters the room, holding Super-Shorty. She looks at the other party currently in the office. A twenty-year-old man in a red uniform, clearly surprised by the sudden intrusion.

"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST COMMANDER REAGAN! YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. ANYTHING YOU SAY CAN AND WILL BE USE AGAINST YOU IN COURT." The petite girl shouted at the man.

The man quickly recovered from his shock before his face turned to a scowl. He replied in an authoritative voice, "What is the meaning of this? You cannot arrest me, I am the commander of Sector 13. The very base that is considered the most dangerous and can only be commanded my talented strategist like me. On whose orders are you on?"

"On my orders, Commander Reagan." A feminine and authoritative voice rang out from behind the petite girl.

The man now named Reagan to face quickly turned from anger to shock to fear.

"Mi.....Mi.....Miss Helian, why are you here?" He asked.

Helian walked towards the commander's desk before slamming down an report on his desk.

"Wha...what is this, Miss Helian?" He asked.

"Twenty-eight counts of complaints from the engineering personnel of your mistreatments on them, and that's not including your negligence of Sector 13. Defences and repair stations in a state of disrepair. It's a miracle how this base is still surviving. Furthermore-"

She slams down another stack of reports, "We also received a number of detailed reports about your spending of our military budget: This includes several luxury vehicles, dozen of crates of caviar, saffron, white truffle and so on."

From her coat, she pulls out a third set of reports and opens it.

"We have also discovered a number of discrepancies between the amount of T-Dolls we received and the amount of T-Dolls YOU have retired throughout your time as the commander of Sector 13. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Reagan looked at the reports before he meekly replied, "I.....I do not have anything Ma'am."

Helian observe the disgrace commander before her and asked."And what of those T-Dolls, where are they now?"

Although she knew what probably happened to the T-Dolls, she still wanted to know from the perpetrator himself.

Commander Reagan looked down without answering.

"ANSWER ME!" Helian asked in an authoritative voice.

"They're gone, lost on the battlefield. Their neural cloud erased from the network, so you can't save those metal assholes." He looked up replied in an eerie tone.

"I'm sorry Reagan but I'll have to arrest you now for misuse of military equipment, disregard of safety issues and a dozen of other crimes you have committed. While I do commend on your exceptional talents in commanding Sector 13, you have done questionable strategies which includes the use of low-quality T-Dolls as fodder for your high-quality T-Dolls before erasing their neural network. May I remind you that we are in a middle of a war and you are willing to spend millions of G&K assets into whatever sick and twisted strategies you employ." She told him.

She told the petite girl, "Super-Shorty take him away."

"No. You are not going to arrest me."

Before anyone could react, an arm wraps around Helian throat and a M1911 was cock next to her head.

The petite girl name Super-Shorty and her team aimed their weapons onto Reagan. Helian, fearful of her life asked the clearly insane man, "Now.....now let's not be too hasty Reagan, how about we talk this through like normal people. Put the gun away and we can talk it out." Her expression a far cry from her normal self.

Reagan push his m1911 closer to Helian head and replied in a deranged tone, "NO!!! I WILL NOT HAVE WHAT I ACCOMPLISHED BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME. PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS BEFO-"

SWOOSH!

Before Reagan could finish what he wanted to say, a sickening crack echoes through the office. Everyone face was shock, with Reagan one being the most obvious. An arrow pierced right through Reagan's forehead. He expression was one of shock before it becomes slack as his life slowly seeps away from him.

Alas, Reagan is nothing but a dead man now.

Super-Shorty and her team recovered from their shock before quickly securing Helian and Reagan and finding the one who shot the arrow but it was nowhere to be seen.

"Miss Helian! Are you alright?" Super-Shorty asked.

"Yes I am fine Super Shorty. It's just that." Helian glances to the dead body and pinched the bridge of her nose and muttering, "Ugh, I should really looked for a boyfriend to complain about this."

"Hmm?" Super-Shorty question.

"Nothing.....nothing, just quickly secure the body. I will be at the helicopter waiting." She blushed and quickly answered.

"Yes Ma'am!" The T-Dolls in the room replied.

As Helian walked out of the office and towards the airfield, she thought to herself, 'How am I supposed to tell this Mr Kryuger. That a man threatened my life and some mysterious assassin coincidentally saved my life by killing him? Ugh, I'll have to complete even more paperwork now.'

End of Prologue

(A:N) So this is my first time writing this fanfic so I may have quite a few grammatical errors but all criticism is welcome to allow me to better myself in future chapters.