Armed Enlightenment Book 1 (Practice Story [My other stories are better])

Tragedy in floor 27

Terran 0-6, O5-1, Zero, or simply Y/N L/N, sat inside the passenger seat of the Accipiter Blackhawk in the ambiance of the occasional radio chatter and the buzzing rotors.

He had the aura of a veteran. The way he composed himself, his lean upper body leaning forwards, twiddling his thumbs for the things to come with only a pistol all showed the composure of a Delta operator. But deep down, he was thankful for, at least, prolonging the inevitable moment of facing his girls after proposing to Avrora. It wasn't that he picked favorites, he simply knew what's going to happen after spending all those years in the academy[watching anime] that he didn't waste. He also has to thank Enterprise for sticking with him till the end.

No, Y/N is a communist, but the correct term would be socialist because it is compatible with democracy and liberty, whereas Communism involves creating an 'equal society' through an authoritarian state, which denies basic liberties, but the authoritarian side still persists through his power, but I digress. He loves them all equally even if he doesn't show it that much.

He already has three rings, one oath ring, and one promise ring in a total of five left. He can propose to all of them in one go, but it would ruin the mood for each of them. He had to do it in chronological order as well to show no inequality to the bourgeoisie and proletariat of the world. But right now, he has to postpone in thinking of his polygamous marital future and focus on the task ahead.

It has now been three minutes since he rode the chopper flying above the capital of the Federation—Terra. The sun has already set an hour ago. There were a few skyscrapers, the rest were all commercial and residential buildings that can be seen as far as the eye can see. Ground Zero of their isekai was now a bustling city filled with reserve soldiers as the home front in a full year or 16 months local calendar thanks to modern construction technology, manpower, inexistent budgets, and magic. Avrora, Kar, and Y/N were practically 19-years-old now. They really gave their all that they forgot to celebrate their birthdays. The field that turned into the graveyard of twenty thousand Estfalians was turned into a park with an obelisk at the center commemorating the tragedy caused by Estfalia's leaders.

"Sir, one mike!" the co-pilot raised his left index finger. Y/N reciprocated the gesture.

The helicopter then landed on the lower level of a Federal Intelligence Agency, the umbrella agency for all foreign intelligence agencies established in the 70 story building. A police helicopter was circling around the building and police cars surrounded the building. The entire place was locked down.

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"Miss Monika's waiting for you at the top floor, sir. Welcome to the FIA."

I disembarked the Blackhawk and was immediately greeted by a group of agency officers. "What's the situation?" I asked.

A guy in a black suit and glasses that gave off the impression of a cunning fox then spoke up. I know him, he's the building's manager.

"Attempted break-in at the 30th-floor housing intelligence requiring level 3 security clearance, suspected espionage and foreign connections, multiple officers and Accipiter operators wounded but no fatalities so far, and taking one principle hostage. Also..." he hesitated for a bit. "We've detected some sort of magic tool imbued in stealth magic. The same that Miss Monika discovered in Weissenheer."

I start to recall the report she gave me back in Weissenheer. After the emancipation of the slaves in one of the Gallian front companies, she detected a mana signature floating inside one of the slave cells. An EMP was enough to disable its mana circuits and recover it for research. It had Protoss aesthetics, to be honest. It's easy to make a guess where it came from, but for it to be here... I need to fund the FBI more.