LYDIA DEETZ AND FULLMETAL PANIC
Capítulo 3: The iron
Both Lydia and Percy were delighted with the entire area reserved within the TDD-1 for the two of them, and Tessa did not spare any expense for her guests. There was a whole library and a small kitchen next to their dining room so that the two boys would not decide to go to the official dining room of the ship. Other amenities such as a large bathroom and an entertainment and games room were also part of the whole complex.
“Tessa was very kind to prepare all this for us," said Percy as he played with the play station.
“It's true, I'm sure it cost her a lot, I just hope she's already convinced her men about taking the mandatory vacation. All we have to do is wait for NATO's approval before it starts looking for Utis.”
“So, do you think they will try to use Spain as a laboratory for this new drug, as well as the new mechas?”
“I don't know who those people will be, but I'm disgusted that they think they can play with the dignity of the Spanish, I won't let them, I'll do anything to protect all those people, how I would like Tessa to give me the order to look for Utis.”
Lydia didn't have to wait long as she was given the go-ahead that afternoon to try to find Utis.
Tessa, along with Kalinin and Mardukas saw how Lydia concentrated and shuffled the tarot cards.
“You know," Percy whispered to the three members of Mithril, "for the tarot card prediction to work, they must be at least a hundred years old, they must be of their own design, and most importantly, they must be read by the same woman who created the cards.”
“But wouldn't that make it almost impossible to find someone who could read the letters?” Tessa asked.
“That shows you the tremendous power that Lydia has, she is very young and can still read the cards perfectly.”
Lydia reviewed the distribution of the cards on the table and analyzed their meaning, after a couple of minutes, she found Utis' location.
“Well," said Mardukas, "we won't have to change the plan, the place where they're holding the NATO agent is close to a resort.”
“We must not waste time," Kalinin intervened this time, "the enemy could sense our true intentions. Let us quickly send our men to that place on the pretext of the holiday and indicate the coordinates to those of NATO so that they can bring the mechas.”
“Once they leave," said Tessa this time, "we'll head for the target decoy, I just hope everything goes well.”
Tessa thanked Lydia and then along with Kalinin and Mardukas went out to prepare for the operation, there was no time to lose.
Melissa and other soldiers like Sousuke and Kurz were angry that they had to go so suddenly to the north of Spain to take mandatory holidays, but the harsh looks of Kalinin and Mardukas convinced them that it would be best to obey without hesitation.
As soon as the mercenaries left the TDD-1, Tessa ordered them to target the decoy target to attack it.
"Kalinin, Mardukas and I are the only ones who know that we will attack a false target," Tessa thought. "No, stop thinking about it! I must concentrate, I must convince myself that the decoy is the real target."
Lydia and Percy were distracted by a game of terror to avoid thinking about the real mission.
“Lydia, it's amazing that a game made with rpg maker can be so scary... the Japanese are geniuses," praised Percy, as he watched Lydia perform in the horror/rol/puzzle game: "the witch´s house".”
Lydia turned the game off as she sighed.
“What's going on, Lydia?”
“It's no use, Percy, I can't stop thinking about the real mission.”
“But you must, you said it yourself, you can't block the magic the enemy uses to always get ahead of Tessa.”
Lydia looked down in frustration and Percy hugged her from behind.
“Let me help you, Lydia," said Percy in a whisper and stood in front of Lydia as she sat on the floor just like the Gothic girl.
Percy took Lydia's hand and then started sucking her index and middle fingers.
Lydia looked at Percy in surprise as she blushed with a silver color covering her cheeks.
Percy stopped sucking on Lydia's fingers and sitting more flirtatiously began to lick her long fingers.
“You know Lydia, fingers are a good thing, especially if they're long and thin like yours," said Percy and then suddenly kissed Lydia as he laid her down.
“Is this how you want to distract me? I guess it's okay," said Lydia as she held Percy's face in both hands and then both kissed each other that slowly became sweeter than the cherry blossoms and at the same time saltier than the refreshing ocean wind, all in the dark, dark depths of the ocean.
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At an OpMithril base in northern Spain, Utis Otonashi, better known among his new comrades (and among the old NATO comrades) as "the iron", flattened his buttocks by sitting on a hard, cheap wooden chair while watching the "silly box" that played at the time varied cartoon network programming.
"God, what a piece of trash, how I feel sorry for the children of today, in my days they gave quality American or Spanish cartoons," Utis thought with a boring gesture as he tried to pass the time.
The Iron, was a spy agent barely older than Sousuke, without having a robust build, nor could one say he was very athletic. Neither too tall nor too short, his hair was neither short nor long, and his appearance far from that of a quasimodo, did not look like Tom Cruise either.
“Hauaaam," yawned the iron as he watched more garbage on the children's tv. “Hell, and to think that people think that the spy trade is glamorous... Yes, yes, yes, keep brainwashing kids with the idea that there are blond spies, redheads and brunettes more concerned about fashion or about being declared to them, than about carrying out their mission... And what kind of junk equipment is that, laser lipstick, Gucci bag and machine gun throwing anti-villain gel... as these Yankees would say: WTF!”
The work of a spy was very ungrateful, only with the motivation of your love for your country or organization, the pay was always miserable, with the only incentive that one day, perhaps (most likely not), your boss will give you a brief pat on the back and you will retire to some dirty and smelly dunghill in the middle of a ghetto.
"I think I chose my line of work wrong, I don't even remember why I started with this," the iron thought, while remembering much older spy agents. The look they had was pathetic, with dead eyes and a much more dead mood, they were very tired, both physically and mentally.
The iron shook his head to keep these thoughts away.
“I hope that Mithril will come soon, although I don't know how they will get me out of here, with those visionaries who can see in advance where the enemy will act. If it weren't for the fact that everyone at OpMithril is paranoid, I would have already left, hell, I feel like I'm in those new American prisons, I even have to ask permission to pee, or do I say urinate?”
“I no longer remember my language classes if men pee and only animals urinate or it was the other way around.”
The fine, deep, philosophical thoughts of The iron were interrupted by the alarm at the base that all the mercenaries were to fight whoever invaded the perimeter of the base.
“It's about time, well I'd better warm up a bit, anyway, I'm just the cook here.” The spy got up and started to do warm-up exercises, which consisted of stretching his arms and squatting.
“One, two, one, two, one, two. Good to work at putting your feet in the dirt.”
It was not difficult for Otonashi to leave the base, as he tried to get none of his "comrades Ivan" to discover him.
"Now the betting part," Utis Otonashi thought as he pulled out a flare gun. "I'd rather use the recon smoke, but it would take too long. The flare is quicker to detect but it's also like putting up a sign that says: "I'm a spy, catch me, torture me and put a bullet in my brain... and I'm not the kind of guy who likes to get his balls electrocuted with a power line."
Sousuke saw the flare signal and hurried off with his wick to meet the spy.
Utis saw someone approaching him, not a NATO or Mithril mecha, but a military jeep with its "comrades".
"Good thing I decided to carry this antique," he thought and pulled out a bazooka from a long bag, then put the load on it.
“Say cheese!” Utis said and then fired the bazooka, destroying the jeep and its nine occupants.
“I'm sorry, guys... I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't charge you the five bucks each of you owed me! I told you that team wouldn't qualify! my five bucks...”
Sousuke arrived at that moment with his mecha.
“Are you Utis Otonashi, the iron?” Sousuke asked.
“It's about time! What happened, did your balls weigh on your mecha?”
“Tell me, you are Utis Otonashi, the iron!” Sousuke demanded to know with his characteristic paranoia.
“I'll show you," said Utis as he pulled out his wallet and Sousuke thought he was going to show him an ID, but instead the iron pulled out a small mirror.
“Ummm... yes, I think it's me," said Utis as he looked attentively in the mirror.
“Tch," said Sousuke as he frowned and soured his face.
“Look, hero boy, you better move your metallic ass to save my peasant ass, which by the way is already cold from talking to you so much... Move before we get our asses fried or I decide to kick your lazy ass!”
Sousuke had no choice and grabbed the iron with his hand from his mecha and ran from the place.
Utis didn't consider himself a tough guy, but stress always brought out the worst in him.
“What's your name, my friend?”
“Sagara Sousuke, Sergeant of Mithril.”
“Thanks for your help Sagara, I really appreciate you saving my ass.”
Sousuke's mecha headed for the city as he wondered if his friends would make it out alive.
CONTINUARÁ…
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