Chapter 261: "It’s Like Christmas! Except In November, And With World Military Grade Weaponry Instead Of Gifts!"

"If all the trees on the earth were pens, and the sea replenished with seven more seas[were ink], the words of Allah(God) would not be spent.

Indeed, Allah(God) is all-mighty, all-wise." -Luqman 31:27

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[2 Miles From Sanpaku’s Underground Entrance]

A whimpering young man, one of Sanpaku’s scouts, with one extremely outdated SunSword strapped to his hip, falls to the ground on his ass, and is immediately picked up by the collar and a fresh hot SunSword blade comes within inches of his face.

Zeke: "Tell me, where is she?"

Sanpaku Scout: "I don’t know who you’re talking about!

Please don’t kill me too!"

There is blood on Zeke’s face and behind him is a beheaded young woman, another scout for Daisuki outside the Takamagahara group.

Because of the cauterizing effects of a SunSword’s slices, there is only a small amount of blood in the accumulated SeiõrSnow on the ground.

Zeke’s buddy walks calmly up to the panicking young 20 year old.

Jeremiah: "Just point us in the direction of your leader, kid.

I can’t guarantee your chances, since he’s the one with the sword in his hands, but maybe my friend will let you go if he’s feeling grateful today."

Zeke’s narrowing eyes get even angrier as the Sanpaku Scout hesitates but then the shaking arm of the young man points towards the lower freeway.

Sanpaku Scout: "If- If you jump down passed that broken fence and follow th-the signs to the underwater road tunnel, the Sanpaku Sanctuary entrance is there!"

Jeremiah: "The what now?"

Sanpaku Scout: "There, I-I told you everything you wanted to know.

Please, ju-just let me go.

I- I told you what you- you wanted, ah-and killed my sister.

Isn’t that enough?"

While his shaved blonde accomplice walks over to the broken chain link fence, the red mohawked HFF soldier with an evil smirk, snickers.

Zeke: "Nah. You snitch."

*SLICE!*

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[Sanpaku Training Area]

Aside from the military grade tanker, the rest of Takamagahara is navigating through the rest of the crates, boxes, and pallets.

TayTay finds the food section of the room and pries open one of the nailed shut crates with his bare hands.

Inside the crate is a cornucopia of freeze dried foods and non-perishable canned goods.

Sol walks up to him and puts a hand on his elbow.

Sol: "You’re gonna have to learn pretty soon Big Guy, just because there’s a surplus of food or supplies now, doesn’t mean you aren’t taking from others."

TayTay: "Buh Mama.

Apples..."

He points and then rubs his tummy.

Trying to communicate to her that he has to eat.

Sol: "I know you’re constantly hungry, but maybe you can try to use your ability more when it’s sunny out, and that will subside your hunger pangs Big Guy."

TayTay gets upset and shakes his head pointing to his open mouth.

TayTay: "No.

Apples... Good."

Sol: "What did I say to you about telling me ’No’?"

As the ’mom and son’ have their public argument over treats, Dom and Char examine the munitions and artillery weapons portion of the winning rations.

Laban comes over and is sort of flaunting for being the one who knows everything about the "gifts".

Laban DaeMon: "As you goons can see, there are three crates full of a variety of guns, grenades, and another two crates full of rounds for them."

After removing all the guns from their respective stashes, Laban moves down the layout and explains Takamagahara’s newly upgraded weapons cache.

Laban DaeMon: "Starting with the small stuff.

500 lbs total of military grade grenades.

White smoke grenades, M84 Stunners, and Mk 21 SOCOMs.

The Mks can be triple stacked for increased blast damage."

There are 10 handguns she stands over and grabs one showing both sides of the sleek, all black pistols.

Laban DaeMon: "10 of your standard Glock 17s.

The most common sidearm and it’s easy to learn for those with noodle wrists."

The immature DaeMon waves the unloaded gun, pointing at Sol and the Aiden not noticing her talking about them.

Tossing the Glock back to the padded floor, she moves next to the three seperate, differently categorized sub machine guns and the more compact personal defense weapons.

Laban DaeMon: "Here we have my three favorite CQC personal defense artillery weapons.

This is the sexy AR-57.

This sassy semi-automatic succubus is lightweight and can hold up to 50 round mags.

Plus, with the custom horizontal iron sights on the side, you can mount one of the supplied scopes to this bad bitch and have the serenity knowing you have an option to take some long distance pop shots if needed."

She tosses it to Dom and the clumsy clown of Takamagahara bobbles it but manages to fully grasp the black and white weapon.

He examines the gun with glistening eyes.

Dom: "Woooahhh.

Cool."

Charybdis snatches the weapon before the rookie can break that one too.

The presentation continues with Laban grabbing another submachine gun from the set.

Laban DaeMon: "Next, we have this bullet wasting spaz, the FN P90.

It has a top mounted 50 round mag, and a rate of fire that could spit out a max of 1,100 rounds per minute.

If you found a belt of bullets long enough that is."

She puts down the futuristic looking gun and moves to the most familiar looking SMG.

Laban DaeMon: "And here, we have my specific choice for those trying to spin the block on a gang of Ops.

No explanation needed, cuz it’s name speaks for itself.

The Uzi."

She moves down the line to the five larger rifles and quickly explains them to the Gunners."

Laban DaeMon: "3 AK-47s and 2 XM7s.

Military grade combat rifles meant for offensive control.

And finally, without further ado, my personal favorite..."

Char’s eyes widen as Laban pulls out the last surprise for the firearms enthusiasts.

An all black sniper rifle, tall then her from stock to barrel, there is a silencer on the end of the barrel making the ridiculously long, even more so.

Laban DaeMon: "The silent Stoner Rifle-25.

With it’s Thor-like rotating bolt action, even someone with a basic SoulSeiõrShield will feel some damage from it’s impact.

Nevermind those without the protection of Seiõr.

Those poor bastards can die just from the vibrations of a slung 51mm caliper hitting the one of their bones."

She admires it one last time but then holds it out for the top Gunner to grab.

Laban DaeMon: "Promise me you won’t let ’2 IQ’ over there break her."

In a simple misunderstanding by the simple man, Dom reaches out to grab the certain death delivering sniper rifle.

Dom: "I mean, I wouldn’t say Char is that dumb, but-.

Wow, r- really?

You’re trusting me with th-?"

Like she was using it as a spear, Laban hits the ignoramus with the butt of the sniper rifle, knocking him to the ground.

Char didn’t listen to a word single misinterpreted word from his trainee. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Char: "Ah- are you serious?"

Laban looks over at Saku watching from the doorway, his eyes dart away, not trying to put any pressure on his recovering sinner.

Laban DaeMon: "Yea, but like I said, if you break her, I break you into just as many pieces."

With the entrance to the cock pit open below her, Scylia is examining the top of Takamagahara’s new tank, but looks over at the unselfish scene unfolding.

Scylia(to herself): "Maybe I misjudged you, DaeMon."

Daisuki pops out from the inside with a smile.

Daisuki: "Holy shit, Scyl.

It’s like Christmas.

Except in November, and with world military grade weaponry instead of gifts!"

Char nods and bows before carefully taking the exchange.

Char: "I-I don’t know what to say...

Th-Thank you, Ms."

The goofball of the group gets up from the ground while rubbing the bruised lump on his forehead.

Dom: "Ow...

Well, ask and you shall receive, aye Char?

Instead of having to find a bunch of guns and bullets, the guns and bullets found us, haha!"

Katsu: "Haha!

Nice one Dom!"

Katsu and Shelly are examining the clothes and toiletries supplies close by when Laban walks up to the two.

From her knees, looking up with a scowl, Shelly locks eyes with the smiling woman she defeated to earn all these new quality of life improvers.

Shelly: "What are you cheesing about?"

Laban DaeMon: "Well Skalmönd, I originally wanted to act humble when the time came, but now knowing your previous ’mouth blade’ is burnt to a crisp, I’ve also come in clutch for you as well."

Shelly’s eyes now narrow in skepticism of her most toughest opponent beaten yet.

Shelly: "What are you getting at?"

Laban turns around, smirking and over her shoulder, uses her pointer finger to signal them to come with her.

Laban DaeMon: "Follow me Skalmönd, and Yang Vessel.

I’ll show you, your special trophy for beating me.

Plus, it will be good practice for when and if you can steal back my older sister’s dagger, Lævateinn."