Editing City Series:Volume6b Chapter6 (section)

===Part 3===

The battle started slow, but it was picking up speed.

Berger walked alone along the #8 Base’s southern runway. His pace was slow but steady.

The communicator at his hip gave off the static of decryption as it provided him the current state of the mission. But instead of using voices, it used rapid morse code.

The flames of battle were not yet rising from the base before him, but the battle had already begun below the surface.

“Two minutes ago, 20% of the Vaterland’s control system was taken. The fuel storage control system was also secretly taken.”

That was thanks to the spies who had infiltrated the base ahead of time.

“Great job,” he muttered to himself just before something like loud drumbeats sounded from the forest.

There were 5 in all.

After a pause, pillars of fire erupted from the center of the base.

The pillars roared into the night sky.

“Igniting the uncontrolled 10% as a diversion.”

He was answered by more pillars of fire that burst into the night sky, dying the base scarlet.

He kept walking and drew a golden hilt from below his coat.

That was Gelegenheit.

He gave it a light swing in his right hand and an even larger pillar of fire rose from the center of the base.

Lights raced along the runway, illuminating him and him alone.

At the same time, a great noise raced out. The somewhat intermittent and entirely earsplitting noise was the second alarm.

The light and noise were not enough to stop Berger.

“Let’s see, how did the plan go again?” He tilted his head. “They bring the Vaterland acceleration reactor to critical and dump some high-purity Phlogiston inside the barrier. Then it destroys itself just like engines running wild in the moonlight.” He struck his own hand in understanding. “I see, I see.”

From there, he pulled a Size C Phlogiston Tank from his black coat and attached it to Gelegenheit’s hilt. Then he attached a second, third, fourth, and fifth.

A black blade extended from Gelegenheit.

It measured about 20 yards.

At the same time, two shapes appeared on the road leading to the runway. They were about half a mile away, but he could tell at a glance they were military trucks carrying guards.

The canopyless trucks each had several soldiers armed with submachineguns loaded in the back.

“I appreciate the work ethic to get up so late, but a single platoon isn’t gonna cut it.”

<Destiny does not take orders.>

He lightly swung down his right arm, embedding the 20-yard black blade in the runway out ahead of him.

“Ready…go!”

He held the hilt sideways and pushed it forward as he began to run.

Gelegenheit’s blade tore a 20-yard-wide gash in the runway.

The asphalt pavement was torn apart and sent airborne with a sound just like ripping paper.

He could see the two trucks approaching up ahead.

He did not even hesitate to rush them head on.

“I was told to leave after stirring up some trouble, but is that really such a good idea?”