The Executive Departmentâs last struggle was when they had been backed up into a corner.
It was always at the top of the list of the Investigation Bureauâs worst-case scenario, and the preparations they made in response to that made this situation a little less surprising.
But it would have been a different story if the Raptors were involved. The category just went from âinternal conflict within the Domeâ to âwarâ.
Even the ED, IB, and AB, who mixed about as well as oil and water, made it an unspoken rule to cooperate with one another when they detected activity from the Raptors, and it hadnât been broken until now.
[Is the Executive DepartmentâŠ. teaming up with the Raptors to take over the entire Area 47?]
[I donât know about the directors, but wonât all of the manager-level staff be changed out the moment the election ends? And the preparations are probably already done to do so. Theyâre just looking for a way to survive. The Executive Departmentâs Director is most likely cooperating with them, or being forced into cooperation with them. Or is already dead. Since they can still scan the bio-ID code from corpses. And theyâve worked together, so it would be easier than pie to fake comms by making a copy of their voice.]
[The evidence?]
[UmmâŠ. circumstantial evidence?]
[Gyosu Park! Do you know just how important of aâ]
[Countless. An overwhelming surplus of circumstantial evidence that even an idiot would be able to know whatâs happening.]
From Gyosuâs mouth came out all of the circumstances that he had confirmed so far.
With the starting point of this entire shenanigan, the bunker in Area 45, being the main cause, the Raptors were in a state where they would be completely pushed out of the picture if they didnât attack the Dome right away.
And likewise, the high-ranking officials of the Executive Department were at risk of losing their lives if they didnât do anything about it.
So for some reason, the Executive Department brought out a sloppy plan that obviously looked like it was going to fail.
The odd actions of the staff he saw as he participated in the play himself.
He didnât have any concrete evidence, but under the assumption that the âExecutive Department is working together with the Raptors in order to attack the Domeâ, everything fell together perfectly like puzzle pieces, and they were revealed to the Investigation Bureauâs comms without a single piece left untouched.
[âŠ.Theyâre completely mad. If the Dome is destroyed, the Executive Department wonât have anywhere to go to eithâ]
[There is one place now. In Area 45.]
[Theyâd rather become the head of the serpent than the tail of the dragon?]
[I donât think the Raptors will let traitors be their head.. I think the highest theyâd get is about a sheep herder.]
The man wasnât in his position for nothing. He didnât need to say much for the manager to understand.
His explanation was long, but their judgment was quick.
[Squad one. How far did you come?]
[I can see you standing on top of the green roof.]
[The rest?]
[Squadron 2. Near point 3. The outskirts of the model garden are in sight.]
[Squadron 3. We were transporting the supply battery packs so weâre not that far from the hangar!]
Through the comms came a rapid succession of orders to the corresponding squads.
[Alright. Squadron 3, leave the supplies where they are and head back into the Dome. Protect the central generator at all costs! If the Executive Department is behind this, then they might have already started to move!]
[Roger that, sir!]
[Squadron 2, return at once as well. Pick up the supplies that Squadron 3 left and make preparations for battle. Delmar, where was the latest area where the Raptorâs nest was spotted?]
[UhhâŠâŠ Itâs difficult to pinpoint a location with the jamming, but Iâve found a trace of an entire nest moving. It was near Area 43.]
[Then Squadron 2 will take the batteries and prepare defenses in the direction of Area 43. Squadron 1 will return with meâ]
[Ahh, wait, wait. The other guys can leave, but I need you to stay with me, manager.]
[What is it this time! And can you stop cutting me off?!]
[I know youâre in a rush, but you still need to finish your job. Look at the model garden right now.]
In response to Gyosuâs remark, Monclair raised his head. He didnât even need to look closely. Smoke was billowing up everywhere, the streets were in tatters from the explosions, and buildings were in ruin from Old Pictureâs attack.
[You know best that the guy doesnât die this easily. Youâve fought him before yourself. Itâs going to wake up soon, and I donât think heâs just going to waddle back home like before just because he went down once. After all, the central area is in this state. Itâs probably going to go on another rampage after its previous experiences get reset.]
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[âŠ..Thatâs true. Thatâs why the last time we neutralized him, we blew off a chunk of its body, then fried it with electricity for 30 hours until the restoration of the street was complete. But this isnât the time to be doing that! As you said, the Raptorâs main forces are charging toward the Dome at this moment, and we need to block the internal sabotage the Executive Department is causing too! Who knows how long itâs going to take to repair this place, and we donât have enough forces to keep that guy at bay! The best we can do right now is pray that it wonât come to the Dome when it goes berserk and concentrates on the enemies!]
Gyosu thought back to several years ago, when Ralph had approached him. He was always depressed and secluded from the others due to his sick mother and the dirty work he did for the Executive Department. Back then, unlike his appearance, the man had been a pure, bright, and kind man.
âHe changed a lot over the past few years. Maybe itâs because heâs a manager now? Heâs able to make calculations even during this tense situation.â
He did feel a little bittersweet, but he was also a human after all. He needed to look at things from a larger viewpoint now, was what he told himself.
[What do you mean thatâs the best option? You and I both finished a play with Old Picture before. We know that thereâs a way to completely calm the guy down, donât we?]
[âŠ.]
The comms went quiet for a moment, then, with a buzzing sound, Monclairâs voice spoke out with much clearer audio. A yellow light lit up next to Monclairâs and Ezelâs names. It meant this was now a private connection.
[Why? Are you embarrassed? That you need to make calculations like this?]
[Gyosu, did you know that it took over three digits of casualties to settle down Old Picture here and maintain this state? The moment we give that up, all of those sacrificed lives become meaningless. Itâs not a simple matter like that!]
Oho. Not a simple matter. Then it means he did think about the complicated way too. Well. He would have to be an idiot to not think about that option when the situation is this dire.
[But the circumstances changed. It went from being a controllable monster to one that the enemy can potentially control. The Old Picture plan has already failed. And youâre thinking of just leaving this guy and praying that he goes somewhere else? I guarantee you, thereâs over a 90% chance that it will go to the center of the Dome. If that happens, then youâll need to fight off the Raptors without the cityâs defense system activated. Can those Exosuits block an APFSDS? Can it break a tank with a single hit or something?]
[âŠ..]
[This isnât a choiceâitâs necessary. Only city-level weapons have enough power to eliminate it, but we canât use those now. If we leave it alone, then itâll recover and contribute its part to the fall of the Dome. So the only choice is to eliminate it. Letâs be honest here, alright? You brought it, didnât you?]
[âŠ..Weâll talk when Iâm there.]
Tzzzt!
With Monclairâs conflicted last response, the private connection ended.
âGyosu. What was all of that about? The Raptors? War? The Executive Department betrayed us?â
âAh, right. Thanks for letting me use that, Ezel. Letâs talk about the rest when Ralph gets here. I donât want to repeat myself. Heâll be here soon, so letâs prepare to move in the meantime. Vex! If thereâs any weaponry left, bring it over here! Weâll make our final preparations and ride on this!â
âIs there enough space? For the four of us? Everyone?â
âThe place where the battery pack goes in is used for carrying the wounded. Two people can squeeze into the driverâs seat. We can put Ian in there, and if you can hang on between the frames, it should work out.â
After getting out of the driverâs seat, Gyosu approached Ian, who at some point broke out of his restraints and was picking up the remains of the truck that had flown towards them as debris.
âHey, you heard me, right?â
âDonât talk to me, you asshole. That truck, it was my comrade.â
âOf course I know that. Hyde was the one who did it, but ultimately itâs my fault for letting him loose. Iâm sorry for that. Thatâs why I said it out loud so you could hear me.â
ââŠ.Hack-twu!â
âWhich is why you stopped struggling and started to prepare. You heard it right? The Raptors are coming. Not the looting team, which moves in small packs, but the main forces are coming. Not only will there be combat vehicles, but a bunch of armored trucks and tanks are going to come too⊠Ahh! Now, wonât that be a tasty treat! If their Old Picture plan fails, then all we have to do is deal with their idiot forces that are trying to fight against the Domeâs unbreakable defenses! Letâs go get some new cars!
âM, Ahem! Well, the old truck did have a lot of rough spots. I guess it is time to let it rest now.â
I knew it. He knew the moment the man who was screaming at him turned quiet. Ian had been picking and choosing which ones he wanted to take the moment he heard the Raptors were coming.
Rustle, rustle!
And so while they scuttled around to prepare their next move, Old Picture, whoâd been hanging motionlessly onto the side of the hill, slowly, started to move once again.
âUhhhh, hey, Gyosu. Gyosu Park! That thingâs moving! Itâs moving without its head! And itâs coming towards us!â
âAh, donât worry about it. Itâs just in the process of moving towards a safe spot while getting rid of its physical body in order to protect its main form.â
To Ezelâs terrified exclamation, Gyosu replied calmly without even looking at him.
As the massive giantâs body broke down, it slowly crawled upwards.
[GrrrâŠâŠawrrrrrrrâŠ]
An unbelievably weak roar compared to the start of its rampage. It didnât cause a shock like before, but the wave was still more than enough to direct its memories toward the people standing right in front of it.
Even while desperately trying to come to them with its collapsing body, Old Picture continuously sent his memories to them.
âWhyâŠ. is this guy going this far to send out these waves? Does it hate us this much?â
âYouâre thinking it all wrong, Ezel. Itâs a Type 3 mutant. It doesnât have the urge to attack humans and replenish its body like the Type 1 and 2s. It has no intention to attack us in the first place.â
Ziiiingâ
The giant eventually dragged up its chest to the top of the viewpoint and completely collapsed. From the debris appeared a large ball of flesh with shoes attached all over it and three mannequins completely unharmed. And the next memory followed.
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Waaaaaaeeeeeeaaangâ!
[ Attention. This is the Ministry of Public Safety and Security, the Civil Defense Alert Control Center. We are issuing an air raid warning. At the current timeâŠâŠ]
A sudden wail of a siren. A crowd of people shot out from shops and apartments, running around in panic. And amongst them were his wife and son, frozen from shock and fear.
âWe shouldnât have come out.â
His wifeâs antidepressants had run out long ago. She was trying her best, but every time their son complained about being bored or wanting snacks, it was a cycle of her bursting out in anger then sinking into even deeper depression in guilt. So he wanted just one day. Just one day where they could go out and walk as a family, like they had done every Sunday.
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âNo oneâs heads are hurting, right?â
âYeah. ItâŠ.. feels like Iâm just watching a realistic movie.â
âThatâs natural. Itâs because this was the original reason why it sent out those brain waves.â
Type 3 mutants. Monsters created from the hostâs last memories. The thing didnât have an intention to attack from the start. It was just that when its emotions were triggered, its output strength got too strong to control, and the people around it were affected so deeply by its depression that they also became depressed. Its original goal was always the same.
When it was in its normal calm state, it spoke in a whisper.
When it was shaken by the different conditions of its street, it acted as a scared person would toward a passing stranger.
When on a rampage, it screamed out, as if crying out in desperation and denial as it faced the truth it tried so hard to ignore.
Like how the volume of a personâs voice changed, its output strength changed as well, but Old Picture had always been talking with the only language he knew, âhis memoriesâ to communicate with others.
âGyosu, howâŠ.. do you know it so well?â
âIâve seen it before. Normally, when the play ended without us neutralizing it, it sent out the last memories of the host to the people around it quietly like this as it went back to its normal state.â
Driiiipâ
The bundle of shoes that emerged from the giantâs body shook vigorously, then started to melt down once more. As if it were peeling away its deeply ingrained memories, one at a time.
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âItâs a war! This is the start of a war!â
âNorth Korea shot a missile towards the US!â
âAaaaahhhh!!â
Mayhem. Like the definition suggested, a chaotic, confusing mess of a situation.
The war started without a single warning. The markets close by had already been emptied out because of the rumors that a war was potentially brewing. But the warning that an attack was coming had come too suddenly.
People, scared out of their minds, ran out to the streets, and the place became a confusing knot of cars and people.
âSeoul, we need to get out of Seoul!â
âGet out of my way!â
âLet go! This is my stuff! Iâll kill you if you donât let go right this instant!â
âMother! Where are you, mother?!â
In the face of danger, humans become selfish. Within the tsunami of people were those stealing from others, those that chose violence to protect their possessions, and weakened, scared people that were separated between those people.
âH-honey!â
âWahhh! Daddy!â
Dojin tightened his grip around his wifeâs and sonâs hands.
His scared wife and young son. He needed to protect them. He⊠he needed to stay strongâŠ..!
Shwooooâ
âW-what is that?â
wooooooâ
âSomething, like a dot, is flying towards hereâŠâ
woooOOOOâ!
âI-itâs a missile! Itâs an attack!â
âAaaaahhhhh!â
âHeeeeeelp!â
âDaddy! Daddyyyy!â
âHold onto my hand! You come this way too, honey! Get into the alleââ
WOOOOOOMMMM!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeepâ
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Clunkâ
Thoomp!
âMr. Ralph.â
ââŠ..Gyosu Park. You really were alive.â
âThen did you think you were talking to a ghost on the comms?â
âI thought that maybe I was hearing things from the effects of the psychowaves.â
Monclair parked his Exosuit next to Ezelâs.
âSo you really managed to force it into that state. How did you do it?â
âThat isnât whatâs important right now. You brought it, right? You wouldnât have thought of the chance that Old Picture would run wild like that.â
ââŠâŠIs that really the only way? Giving it up like thisâŠ.â
âThe monster has already been used by the enemy once. Itâs not that weâre giving up on itâweâre disposing of it. The project was utilized by the enemy.â
ââŠ..Damn it. Letting Old Picture go wonât end with just a few letters of apology. Iâll need to wear a bulletproof vest for a while after this.â
âWhatâs there to worry about? All of the Executive Department people will be gone after this ordeal is over.â
âThe Director has some sharpshooting skills. They carry a revolver around with them 24/7.â
And with a deep sigh that followed his comment, Monclair took out a heavily sealed box from the back of his Exosuit.
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Itâs hot.
I got hit by a car. It must have been something like a truck.
No, the cars werenât moving. There was too much traffic.
Am I⊠alive?
The pain of his entire body burning down woke his fuzzy consciousness. It hurt. It hurt so much that he couldnât think straight. What was I doing? The last thing I rememberâŠ.
âMy son!â
There was not a single drop of strength left in his body. Turning his head took eons. But something warm filled up in his heart. It was a hot, stinging hand, but he was still holding it. There was still a small hand in his palms.
âHe must be scared. Letâs calm him down. Daddy is alrightâhe just needs to rest a bit, soâŠ.. go to Grandmaâs house with mom. Go without himâŠâ
The lump in his throat weighed his neck down like a stone. Slowly, tasting the iron from the blood pooling up in his mouth, he turned his head towards his son. From the corner of his warped vision, were they tears? Or was his eye damaged? He saw a small blue sneaker. It was his sonâs shoe. A birthday gift with robots drawn on it that his son liked so much that he only wore it outside on special occasions.
âUhhhhhh, auhhhhhhh. Ahhh. AhhhhhahhâŠâ
The moment he opened his mouth, it felt like lava was pouring out of his throat. This is bad. He must have hurt his lungs. He needs to tell them. HeâŠ
Slowly. Little by little. Like the needle of a clock, his eyes turned toward his son.
There was his shoe. It was definitely his sonâs shoe. It was definitely the shoe that he bought for his son. The small ankle above it, the bandage above it with a penguin drawn above itâthey were all his sons! It was his sonâs foot!!
But why?
Why couldnât he see his son above that?
âAhhhhhh, uahhh, ahhhhhuhhhh.â
That couldnât be. He was holding onto him with this hand. He was holding on to it so tight so he wouldnât lose him in this chaos! Even now! His hand was definitelyâŠ.!
Finally, Dojinâs head finished turning. His senses had not been wrong. In the last moment, he ran towards the alley in order to minimize what damage he could from the missile.
But all that came with him inside was the small hand of his son in his hands and his left foot. The rest that did not make it into the alley disappeared elsewhere.
He hugged the remains of his son with flesh that melted down from the heart. This was a dream. It was all a dream! My eyes were hurting, so I must not be able to see right! Seongjin must have lost his shoe. Yes! He lost his shoe! His wife had already left to look for the shoe! He did like this shoe a lot, so she must have gone out looking for it! Thatâs what happened! Thatâs what had to have happened!!
The manâs melting body started to move. He needed to find it. The other shoe. What I can see is merely a dream. If I find the shoe, his son and wife will come back. And this nightmare will all end.
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âIt was the creation of an uncommon monster from a common tragedy in the Wastelands.â
Clack.
Gyosu opened up the box Monclair handed him.
A small, blue shoe designed with robots.
It was just a fake, but it was created to look exactly like the other side of his sonâs shoe that Old Picture, Dojin, had searched for so long in his memories.