Vol. 3 Chap. 132 The Innocent Have Nothing To Fear

Vol. 3 Chap. 132 The Innocent Have Nothing To Fear

Nilfu was, according to his now badly abused road atlas, a long way from the middle of nowhere, which is where he currently was. Or about a three hour run. Truth did some completely unnecessary stretching, and set off. Wasnt going to get any closer if he stood around, and there sure wasnt much in the way of passing traffic.

System, could you put together a new spell for me? We have to have loads of spell models from all the research we have done.

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I was thinking Enlarge, or one of the old reliables from the PMC days.

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Damn. I figure they will be running forensics through that intel office after Im through there, and wanted to lead them directly to the PMC.

The countryside continued its gray boringness. The occasional burst of green trees served to effectively underline the inescapable truth- you were stuck on an underused highway, in an underpopulated region, primarily used for heavy polluting industries. Fun was not simply not allowed, the land generated Anti-Fun, a substance which obliterated Fun on contact.

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Focus on Graemes Arrow. I can make that work.

Barely an hour of forgettable highway later- >

That fast?

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Truth scooped up a rock and hucked it at a tree two hundred meters away. Graemes Arrow!

The rock shot off and punched a fist sized hole through the tree, and tore a gouge through the one behind it. The first tree slowly collapsed, the hole flickering with fire. Truth zipped over and put it out. No need to start a forest fire. Even if I can throw a rock so hard it can burn down a pine forest is a pretty impressive reason to do so.

Oddly, Truth was frowning as he examined the hole.

That didnt feel right. It felt hollow, maybe? I dont know how to describe it, but I can feel the missing components.

do anything. It made complete sense to me that they would be removed. Try precision throwing- see what you can knock down with pebbles.>>

Truth spent ten minutes flinging pebbles, pine needles and just about every object he could reasonably and discreetly toss, clipping off individual twigs from trees, knocking down pinecones from a hundred meters away, and generally looking like he was goofing around.

Yeah, its weird. I would now classify the spell as scuffed. Which I dont understand, because the performance seems to be identical. And yet, somehow, scuffed.

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Best guess was the floor button was the alarm, but Hell with it. Truth grabbed the secretary by the neck and slammed him into the wall. Two sharp slaps to get him focused, then leaning into Incisive- You will open the door for me!

The young mans hand involuntarily spasmed towards a blue gem set into the desk. Good enough. Truth snapped his neck and pressed the button. The door unlatched and swung open slightly.

Truth blew in like a hurricane. The Major hadn't been expecting anyone. At Level Five and a veteran of a lot of nasty business, he was already pulling his needler and drawing a bead on the door when Truth came in.

Several things happened very quickly. The Major managed to snap off a half dozen needles, relying on the auto-fire function and the magic of spray-and-pray. Truth called out the Tongue and deflected the needles that would have actually hit him back at the Major, as he rushed to close. None of the deflected needles hit. The Major had cracked a charm, surrounding himself with a glassy barrier.

Truth didnt bother with Obliteration. He just stacked up the power of his body on Incisive and slammed the Tongue straight through the barrier. It was like stabbing into ice- but he got through. The Major let out a shocked grunt as a meter of angelic steel was suddenly buried in his guts. The barrier shattered.

Truth was on the Major then, ripping the blade out and using the flat of the blade to smack the needler out of the Majors hands.

DO NOT MOVE! Truth didnt try to clean up his accent. His crude Onis came out very Jeongo.

Who the Hell are you?! Do you have the faintest idea what you have done? The major ground out.

No, I was lost and gutted you completely at random. YES, Major Tsu, I know exactly what I am doing, and what you are going to do.

I will never betray my country! Was there a recording device in here? Truth would bet there was. Perfect.

Oh, we have a hero, do we? Well, Hero, if I can find you in your armored office in the middle of a police station, how safe do you think your family is? How safe do you think they are right now? Truth started leaning on Incisive again, letting the poison drip into the Majors ears. The older man turned pale, but his face didnt shift.

No matter the sacrifice, I will not yield!

No? But what if I wanted you to call for help?

There was a pause.

Thats right, Major. You have been attacked. Someone burst into your office and gutted you. Hes standing here right now. Dont you want to see me dead? See me in chains? Call for help.

Major Tsu was breathing heavily. He wasnt dumb. He could feel what was happening. You want to lure the tiger from the mountain.

No, the tiger is quite happy on the mountain, ruling as it should. Its the dogs yapping around his heels that need to return to the plains. After their master gives them a good smack and reminds them to behave.

I will never betray Onis. NEVER!

Shame. Oh well. I think I can fake your voice now. And dont worry, we will take very good care of your family. All the families of senior internal security officers have been marked. A week from now, your country will labor in chains. Lower than animals and demons. All because you forgot your place. All for the glory of the King of the World. Truth picked up the Majors needler, cast the crummy version of Graemes Arrow, and shot the Major in the head.

He quickly searched the room, scraping everything that looked secret or confidential into a sack, popped open the safe with a combination of violence and Obliteration, emptied it into the sack, triggered the explosives in the safe (blowing out a wall in the process) then pressed the emergency alarm. Truth wanted to make sure they had a real emergency to respond to, after all. And he had just enough time to make one. Probably.