Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 162 - Contingency

Roughly around the same time. 

Impossible. 

Unthinkable. 

Unbelievable. 

Why. 

Those are the many words circulating in Yamja's mind while she grips the crossed mark in her chest, fuming heavily and clenching her teeth, even growling akin to a snarling wolf upset their prey got away. Boris is also sitting down in the other side of the transport ship, a mechanical device attached to the leg where the combined effort of Logan and Rian sliced it up. His face is only that of a long scowl, looming over the window in front of him while his arm is coated in black. 

All while the other Zlocans aboard remain in absolute silence. Not even bothering to glance at either Boris or Yamja, or even whispering secrets at each other. All they do is to remain firm and in check as they arrive back to the tower of Los Angeles where Richard lives in. The sunrise still shining firm and high in the sky, illuminating the radiant glasses of each skyscraper in sight. Yet the flying transport ship is the only thing in the air, not even fellow air patrols are flying this close to each other in those perimeters of the city. 

For it can mean only one thing. 

Certainly, it is not some pretty news to wake up for. 

As soon as the transport ship turns right, a glance at the launching port on the rooftop is spotted, with Yamja clenching the crossed wound even more, breathing raggedly while the transport ship descends in its course. Boris still gazing into the deep beyond with arms crossed, while the Zlocan Knights move from their seats, grabbing the handrails from the ceiling as soon as the transport ship descends neatly into the ground without further issue, aside from a few bumpings in the interior. 

"Hangar door opening," the pilot intercom says, and as this happens, the doors from the cargo ship open, leaving a hissing sound. 

With that, the Zlocan Knights hopped off the transport ship, their rifles at hand. Boris stands up as well while Yamja's hands are still clenched in her scarred chest, staring at the landscape on the other side of the window. So many things linger in her mind for the latest events from the attempted raid, a supposed moment of glory now supposedly turning into the ultimate humiliation for her. 

Those bastard weaklings...! Who do they think they are...?! 

Yamja snarls even more while she stands up, her hunched posture noticeable as she steps off the transport with Boris following suit. They walk straight to the main door, where the Zlocan Knights open them on their behalf, all firm and disciplined, yet their grips on their rifles are tighter than usual. The one on the left even slightly trembling while Yamja passes through the door to the upper floor of the tower. 

Reaching the elevator, only Boris and Yamja enter while the other Knights stand guard, leaving the two to attend to their own business. An answer to their latest failure.

*** 

The underground base's facility is quieter than usual. Almost no one is passing through the corridors on the upper floors, or even activity on the lower floors, not even a trace of a single Zlocan Knight in sight. Either most of them left to attend their battle stations in anticipation of the incoming assault from the UEF, or perhaps, something far worse to consider right when the news reach them. 

Facing a wounded and seething Yamja is asking for a death wish, especially if you're a lower-ranking soldier and happen to be in their way during that mood. 

As soon as the door from the main passage opens, sliding widely, the two figures walk in tandem to the main room that's in front of them. The one where many meetings happened. From the discovery of the Foxhole, to even when Yamja first gave her boasting speech to the rest of the room, how the assault will serve as an example of those who dare to defy the Zlocu and their path to evolution. A step to demonstrate to the masses that no matter the setbacks, the Zlocu will still find a way through and change the tide of war.