Secluded Farm Field, Cuba
Sep 22, 1942
3:00 PM
Both Agent Kevin and Agent John were at their car, left behind to watch from afar what was about to unfold with the Operatives hiding in the secluded Farm Field.
Agent Kevin was sitting on the hood of the car, lighting up a cigarette. "Stop thinking about her. She said she can handle a bunch of Operatives herself," he said, smoke puffing from his mouth.
Agent John leaned back against the car, his mind drifting. "That's not what I'm worrying about," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
"Then what is it bothering you?"
Agent John gazed down at his right hand as it shook profusely, recalling the sight of her glowing red ruby eyes, thirsting for blood.
"I don't know..." he said, clenching his shaking hands. "I thought I was talking to an ordinary woman back there, but then..."
"Then what?"
"As soon as I saw her red glowing ruby eyes.... I felt like looking at the eye of a monster." Agent John articulated the thought that was bothering him.
Agent Kevin puffed smoke, now understanding the advice their Chief had given them. "Chief told us whatever we do, don't stare at her eyes."
"And looks like you didn't listen to what he said."
Agent John remembered that advice as they left their Chief's Office. "Now I feel sorry for those Iron Blood Spies," he said with a heavy heart.
As the two had their friendly conversation, a gunshot echoed through the field. Both of them instantly went on high alert.
"What gun was that?" Agent John asked.
Agent Kevin analyzed. "That sound. It's a high-capacity round. It's a .50?"
"Wait... she's not carrying that kind of gun when she left, right?" Agent John questioned.
Agent Kevin was about to offer his thoughts when they heard a follow-up explosion coming from the Barn. The two OSS Agents watched as the entire Barn went ablaze from the explosion; they hadn't seen anything like it before.
...
At the Farm Field
The Barn, neglected by repairs and weather corrosion, was now a hiding spot for the Iron Blood Operatives who crawled under the shadows.
The Barn that had withstood harsh weather and time was now ablaze from the C-4 explosives planted all over its foundation. At the initial explosion, the entire Barn collapsed, and the secondary explosion—the cook-off of the stored ammunition—followed as a chain reaction, causing a massive explosion as wood splinters and debris fell onto the dry, tall grass.
(Leak footage of what happened inside that Barn)
( [ Exploding Couch Meme from Jackass 3D with Chopin ] by The Directorat )
Some of the Operatives survived the initial explosion, though all were disoriented, and some were covered in fire.
The Two Manjuus with M4A1s waited for any survivors to emerge into the open, finishing them off with automatic fire from their M4A1 Rifles. Some begged for their lives to be spared, but they spared no one, as dead bodies littered the area, some covered with burns.
It was not a battle nor an operation; it was an extermination, a massacre, as the Operatives fell in a single swoop and were crushed like insects.
...
Farm House
Everyone was silent, processing what had just happened, and then a nearby explosion broke them from their daze. They quickly pointed their weapons toward the front door.
"It's her! It's the HollenHund!" Scheiscopf shouted.
"FIRE!"
After the confirmation, everyone unleashed a hail of lead, but before they could fully unleash their fire, two Operatives near the window fell from another headshot.
Their comrades didn't hesitate to return fire, seeking to avenge their fallen comrades and brothers in arms. The Operatives unleashed a torrent of fire from their MP-40s at the front door, but to their dismay, the assailant wasn't there, but on the second floor.
After Laffey-200 shot the Operative disguised as the Farmer in the head, she next targeted the two Operatives hiding near the window, who were poking their heads out from the corner. Huge chunks of their heads flew off as the .50 cal. round, with its immense stopping power, claimed the lives of the two.
Danger inbound, she jumped back as a hail of lead tore through the rotten front wooden door. At the edge of her vision, she saw more Operatives hiding on the second floor of the run-down Farmhouse.
She ran forward to gain momentum and jumped from the solid dirt ground into the air. As she leaped, she fired at one of the Operatives visible at a window.
That Operative received multiple shots from her dual Desert Eagles, claiming his life before she landed at the window with her heels.
The other Three Operatives who were there for the high ground to take a shot were all stunned and surprised. Because of that, they lost a crucial advantage: whish is reaction time. Laffey-200, with her quick reaction, managed to shoot all three Operatives before they could even return fire.
In a quick, or even a blink of an eye, she neutralized all threats on the second floor, armed with only two Desert Eagles and sheer tenacity.
The 8 Operatives down below on the first floor raised their MP-40s at the ceiling and began firing, quickly emptying their rounds.
After the sound of gunshots settled and they reloaded their MP-40s with new magazines, one of the Operatives gave a hand signal to the one near the wooden stairs to check the second floor.
That One Operative, tasked with the check, slowly walked his steps up the creaking wooden stairs with caution. His MP-40 was raised, anticipating a potential ambush as he ascended the stairs. Eyes on the iron sights, his heart beat frantically in the eerie silence.
There, in the secluded dark corner of the room, he saw a pair of glowing red ruby eyes. Before he could pull the trigger of his MP-40, chunks of his head were carved off by a .50 cal. round from one of the Desert Eagles.
Brain matter and blood splattered on the wall as his body fell onto the stairs, blood gushing from what was once his forehead. His comrades were all terrified, seeing him lose chunks of his head in a single shot.
Full of fury, rage, and fear, they all once again fired above the ceiling with their MP-40s. The ceiling was now riddled with bullet holes as the remaining 7 Operatives on the first floor unleashed lead onto the second floor. Then again, silence settled as there was no noise coming from above, only the creaking woods and the sound of curtains being blown by the wind.
"Is it dead?" one of them asked in a somewhat terrified voice.
"Maybe?"
As soon as he said those words, two of their comrades fell, chunks of their foreheads now open holes.
They all looked to where the shots came from and saw the hole where the rounds went through. In that general direction, they unleashed a volley of fire with their MP-40s. Clouded by dread, they didn't realize it was all a trap to lure their fire and attention in the wrong direction.
At the Stairs, she emerged, guns pointing at them. They all tried to return fire, but they were on their last leg of ammo as their magazines were all empty.
Laffey-200 jumped off the stairs, guns pointing at the 5 remaining Operatives. Her two Desert Eagles shot four Operatives dead center in the forehead as their brain matter splattered all over the place.
The last remaining Operative was too stunned to even move or flinch his finger as he saw his four comrades fall within seconds. He stood there, stunned and afraid of what had just hit them. In a split second, he saw her red glowing ruby eyes aligned with the iron sights of her gun.
He could see the muzzle end of the gun barrel pointed directly at him. It all happened in a flash; he didn't feel the cold, like what they said about the feeling of death. To him, it was quick and painless.
Laffey-200 landed on the wooden floor with her two feet or heels, followed by a resounding thud and the creaking of the wooden floor.
The last remaining Operative fell to the floor, blood and brain matter, or what remained of his head, gushed out onto the wooden floor as a pool of blood dripped through the gaping hole in the wooden floors.
Her Manjuu Security busted down the torn-down wooden door as they finished off the remaining Operatives who had survived the initial explosion at the Barn.
In simple words, they were leaving no survivors from the initial explosion at the Barn; they were literally executing them at gunpoint.
Inside the Living Room, where it had once been lively with the chattering of Operatives, now lay the dead bodies of those lively Operatives.
Missing chunks of their foreheads and pools of blood, some splattered on the fading colors of the wallpaper on the wooden walls. Dust trickled down from the bullet holes in the old ceiling.
Laffey-200, who was used to seeing this kind of gore, spoke in a commanding tone. "Search the Basement."
The two Manjuus obeyed the given order and began heading to the kitchen, where the Basement door was mostly located.
In the Kitchen, a small door frame leading to the Basement below was visible. The two Manjuus moved professionally, not wanting to take any risk of ambushes. One of them opened the door slightly and tossed a Flashbang Grenade to stun any Operatives down below.
A scream of disoriented men sounded from down below as the Flashbang went off. To seize the moment of the disoriented Operatives, the Two Manjuus unleashed automatic fire with their M4A1 Carbines at the Operatives.
The gunshots settled down as four dead Operatives lay on the dusted ground, their torsos riddled with bullet holes.
"This is Agent Frank, Basement is clear of any hostiles." Agent F reported, tapping his earpiece.
"Any escapees?" Laffey-200 asked on the radio.
"Negative," he said as he saw a dug-out tunnel inside the Basement. "Looks like they used a dug-up tunnel to escape. Any further orders, Ma'am?"
Laffey-200 walked into the Kitchen as she spotted some littered papers on a flipped-up dinner table. She crouched down to grab a folded map sticking out among the papers. She unfolded it and found the next location of their target escapees.
"Flush them out, with explosives," she ordered.
The two Manjuus pulled out a pack of C-4 from their pockets (don't ask how) and started planting it all over the tunnel to create a massive blast of pressure to flush them out at the end of the tunnel.
After setting the C-4 explosive, they bounced and left the Farm House as the C-4 Explosive Charge was set to explode.
As you all know, a Plastic Explosive can demolish an entire Farmhouse along with its Basement and tunnel.
Agent Kevin and Agent John both watched from their car how an entire Farmhouse was demolished and went up in flames.
"Jesus Christ."
They both uttered the name of God and Savior, as the entire Farm Field was ablaze from the actions of one Psychopath Woman and two shady Manjuus in Black-Suits.
The worst part of their job was reporting to their Superiors what went down here at the Farm Field. Surely, they could now both imagine how thick their paper report must be, thick as an Almanac Book, as they detailed all the chaos that transpired at this secluded Farm Field.
...
At the Tunnel
Akagi, Odin, and Scheiscopf, along with two Operatives, ran through the dug-up tunnel system to avoid capture. The purpose of this tunnel was to provide cover for their movement as they carried supplies from shore to land via Submarine.
Scheiscopf managed to drag Odin out of harm's way as the firefight commenced. He, along with Akagi, carried Odin through the tunnel as they ran. Currently, Scheiscopf was piggybacking Odin as she experienced traumatic memories of her encounter with Laffey-200.
Akagi, Scheiscopf, and the two Operatives ran like hell, knowing they wouldn't match that Psychopath who was hunting them.
"Scheisse! Scheisse!!!!!!!!!!"
Scheiscopf and the two Operatives yelled German curse words as they ran for their lives, fear and exhaustion clearly visible on their faces.
Akagi, meanwhile, had to run barefoot, and like the other two, she was exhausted and frightened beyond her fears as the screams of the men who were left behind echoed through the tunnel.
"What the fuck was that!? That shit is scarier than I've ever encountered; even my body hairs are on the rise because of fear!" she exclaimed in a tired voice as she ran.
"That's the Hollenhund," Scheiscopf said in a gruff voice.
"Hellhound!" Akagi shouted in surprise, the name sounding utterly terrifying.
Scheiscopf elaborated. "That's the name given to her by our Komrades who fell to her guns and her two assistant Manjuus. She's called that name because of her ability to sniff out Spies from their hiding spots, and worse, finding all of them in one place, and you already know what happens."
Akagi nodded as sweat trickled down her face.
"They were all found dead with missing chunks of their foreheads, and the whole place was littered with a pool of blood. Every shot from her gun aimed at everyone's head, according to the autopsy. All of her targets are headshots."
Akagi gulped, now understanding why her Fox-Senses were screaming at her to flee as soon as she could.
To be fair with Akagi's fears, she was stripped down of her Kansen Powers, and the only thing she had were her Fox-Ears and Nine-Tails, along with her bitching attitude. Overall, she was a cabbage in the face of a .50 AE ammo round being shot from a Desert Eagle.
"Scary!" she yelped at the notion of getting turned into Swiss Cheese.
As everyone was busy running for their lives, a sudden shake in the tunnel caught their attention as dirts fell from the shaking. One of the beams supporting the foundation of the cave tunnel fell in front of them. Without wasting their precious time, they all ran forward as they could see the opening of the end of the tunnel.
A loud shockwave or overpressure from the explosion inside the tunnel blew them off like potatoes being fired from a potato gun.
To the luck of these bastards, they all landed on a stack of hay lingering around. Akagi's face dove like a missile into the hay, her ass sticking out.
Scheiscopf, who was piggybacking Odin, landed in the hay, ass-first for the man. The other two Operatives missed the hay by meters and both landed on the solid ground with a resounding thud and a German grunt.
The location was unknown, but it seemed they all landed at the hidden base of the Operatives that was camouflaged in the nearby foliage.
The other 10 Operatives nearby were all alarmed by the shockwave coming out of the hidden tunnel that they had finished digging out last week.
At the hay where Akagi, Odin, Scheiscopf, and the two other Operatives lay in pain, the other 10 Operatives rushed to their aid as they saw them in pain.
"Lt. Scheiscopf, what happened?" The Leader of the 10 Operatives asked.
For the past few minutes, they hadn't received any response from the Barn via radio. But we already knew that Barn had been obliterated by C-4.
Scheiscopf responded in a meek tone. "Everyone is taken out at the Farm."
"What??? What do you mean?" the Lead Operative asked in confusion.
"The Hollenhund! It's here!" he shouted through his lungs so everyone nearby could hear.
Scheiscopf didn't have to explain any further as the Operatives under his control knew the danger of what he had mentioned.
"Scheisse!"
"Everyone at your station! Get ready for a fight!" The Lead Operative gave his men an order to ready their weapons for the incoming battle for their lives.
"Nein. What are you doing?!" Scheiscopf shouted. "You can't win against the---"
The Lead Operative responded. "This is not about our fight. It is about you getting out of this place. I know it's suicidal.... But it is enough to buy you some time to escape... there." He pointed at the motorboat near the shore.
"Use it, a U-Boat is already at the rendezvous point," he said in a frantic voice as their situation was dire.
Scheiscopf held off his tears as everyone here was going to sacrifice themselves to buy them some time to escape. "Thank you," he said, his voice cracking from holding back tears.
Akagi broke free herself from the hay where she was stuck, ass sticking out. Scheiscopf's voice boomed at her ears, calling her. "Akagi, let's move, now!"
Akagi didn't need any further instruction as she ran along with Scheiscopf, who was carrying Odin on his back.
Both of them ran as fast as they could toward that motorboat to rendezvous with the waiting U-boat out in the ocean. The timing of the rendezvous was in shambles, as they had wanted to rendezvous with it under the cover of dark, but the situation was urgent, and they needed to get out of the Hound's reach.
As the two got near the motorboat, the motorboat suddenly exploded as debris flew everywhere, and its burning hulk slowly drifted down the waves.
Both Scheiscopf and Akagi saw their only means of getting out of this hellhole explode.
"H-Ho-How..." Akagi trembled, now realizing clearly that she couldn't leave this place.
Scheiscopf fell to his knees as he thought of his men sacrificing themselves to buy them some time to escape, but their means of escape was now a burning wreck. Odin, carried on his back, couldn't hold back her tears as their fate was now sealed.
...
At the Nearby Hill
Laffey-200 stood as she overlooked the mobilizing Operatives, gearing up for war. Unlike the other Operatives she fought at the Farm House, these Operatives were all armed with STG-44s, the standard Assault Rifle of the Third Reich.
Her attention was drawn to the fleeing escapees as the V-Bat Drone flying above kept the two tracked and monitored. She didn't even need a fortune teller to tell her where her prioritized targets were going. She saw a motorboat docked at a makeshift harbor; the escapees were going to use it to escape by sea.
She curved up a smile as she already knew what to do with that poor Motorboat (You're not an American Boat. So... poor you, Motorboat-Chan). Her response was to blow it up.
She brought out her purse, grabbing something deep inside. She had the right weapon selection from her purse inventory. She pulled out a Green Aluminum Tube along with its Command Launch Unit.
She brought out an FGM-148 Javelin from her Purse Inventory to eliminate a motorboat.
She aligned the sights and optics of the Command Launch Unit. The sensors of the Javelin Missile not only used Thermals in detecting their target, but it also used Image Target Identification if the enemy wasn't using thermal. That additional upgrade made the Javelin Missile more dangerous, with or without any use of Thermal.
With a push of the button, the Missile flew off from its launcher and flew towards its intended target, the poor Motorboat-Chan.
The two OSS Agents were left mouth-agape as this was their first time witnessing a Javelin Missile in action as it used its famous top attack on that poor Motorboat.
The question lingering in their minds was how they were going to write it down in their report: a miniature Missile doing a diving run at the Motorboat.
With a smile of satisfaction plastered on her face from denying her targets any means of escape from her hunt, she jumped off the cliff to join the two Manjuus engaged in a firefight with the dug-in enemy in the woods. Her glowing red ruby eyes were like thermal cameras as she could see the heat coming out from the thick foliage.
Before she even landed on solid ground with her heels, she took out one of the Operatives as the .50 AE carved his forehead off clean (besides the splattering gore and blood, though).
The other Operatives next to their fallen comrade were all horrified as the chunk of his forehead just got deleted.
"Lieber Gott!" one of them exclaimed in a panic.
As Laffey-200 landed on the solid ground with her heels, she casually walked towards the shore as the Operatives ducked their heads so as not to follow the fate of their comrade who had his forehead deleted.
One of the Operatives poked his head out and noticed her walking toward the shore, to where their hideout was. He took the chance as he knew that he was at the edge of her sight. He popped out from his cover to throw a stick grenade at her.
He made a throwing stance, but before he could throw the Stick Grenade right at his hand, he noticed her eyes were on him and the gun she held in her left hand was also pointing in his direction. He could only see her devilish grin and the flashing explosion of a gun being fired.
It all happened in seconds as the stick grenade he held was shot; the trigger pin was destroyed, and premature detonation occurred as he was still holding the stick grenade. The Stick Grenade exploded, taking his life along with it.
On the other side of the cover, one Operative, full of courage (or lack of brain at this point), pulled out his Panzerschreck, shouldered it, and pointed it at her.
With a German war cry of desperation, he pulled the trigger, and a rocket flew out from the metal tubes of his Panzerschreck. Anti-tank rockets whizzed as they flew toward her, but the dumb idiot didn't think that his target was going to dodge that futile attempt.
The rocket flew by, and Laffey-200 just tilted her stance a bit to let the rocket pass. As the rocket passed her, she then shot the man through the glass sight of the metal shield of the Panzerschreck.
But to the credit of the man, his futile attempt wasn't a total waste as the rocket he fired hit something. By coincidence, he hit his other comrades hiding in the ditch with his Anti-Tank Rocket. (It ain't much, but it was still a hit, though.)
...
At the Manjuus
Agent F and Agent U were both engaged in a firefight with a bunch of Iron Blood Operatives armed with their STG-44s.
Two Manjuus with their M4A1s, equipped with red dot sights, started picking off the heads of the Operatives as they peeked from the dense grass and bush.
The Lead Operative was stunned as he had just witnessed them being beaten in the dust. He watched his men being picked off in the head by these Chickens in Black-Suits.
"What kind of Manjuus are we fighting here!" he asked in a not-very-calm tone as he started to get pissed off by these two flightless Birds.
"Sir, 5 of our Komrades have fallen from the hands of the Hollenhund," one of the Operatives nearby him said in a frantic voice, filled with desperation. "What should we do, Sir?"
The Lead Operative now had to make a choice: save the escapees from the Hound, or sacrifice the remaining men to buy them some time to hide for safety.
Hating to sacrifice the remaining men, he opted for the only choice with minimal consequences for his action. "Retreat," he ordered.
"Sir?"
"Let's retreat. There is no further sacrificing more lives with little to gain," he said with a stern voice.
The two remaining Operatives who were left in a firefight with the Manjuus obeyed. As they too would sacrifice their lives for little gain, now the escapees were trapped inland.
As they all prepared themselves to sprint away, one of the Operatives right beside him, with unforeseen suddenness, received a headshot with a High Caliber Round.
He gazed across and saw the shooter. The shooter was none other than the one they feared the most: 'Hollenhund', the name they had given her.
As things went slow-motion, another shot was fired, hitting the other remaining of his men. Like the first one she took down, she targeted the last of his men with a headshot, carving off his forehead with a .50 AE.
He recomposed himself to open fire at her, but it was in vain as he was targeted by the two Manjuus with their M4A1s. Multiple rounds hit him all over the body as he fell on the white sand. The sand where he lay was soaked with his blood, and his two men lay dead with their foreheads gone.
In his remaining moments, he saw her walk over as she headed towards where the escapees were. He tried to do something, but his life was running out, and his vision went blurry as death neared him. The only death he saw was not that of a hooded robe with a skeleton face and scythe. Instead, he saw a Woman in a White Dress that resonated with the aura of the Grim Reaper himself.
"....Hollen....hu...hund...." He uttered the name of the last person he saw before dying.
...
At the Bushes
Scheiscopf, Odin, and Akagi ducked down for cover in the thick bushes nearby as their means of escape was blown at the makeshift harbor.
"What kind of monster has the Eagle Union sent to hunt us down!" Akagi exclaimed in frustration and fear.
Odin, meanwhile, couldn't utter a word as she trembled in fear, so much so that she lost her stoicism and cold personality.
Scheiscopf, ever the man he was, positioned himself in front of the girls, his Luger Pistol in hand, ready to protect the two from the 'Hound' that the Eagle Union had sent to hunt them down.
"Don't worry about it, I will protect you two," he said in a calm, yet frightened voice.
"How the hell did she even find us?! The whole entirety of Cuba is goddamn big to even find us in just one day of our escape!" Akagi yet again expressed her frustration.
"Quiet down your voice, Akagi, she might hear us," Scheiscopf said, covering her loud, complaining mouth.
Akagi, not pleased with something covering her mouth, removed Scheiscopf's hand as she hated it. "Don't cover my mouth with your filthy hands," she said, annoyed.
"Fine... just shut your mouth," he said, pointing his finger at her while maintaining a serious look on his face.
"Fine," Akagi said as she shut her loud mouth. "Although... how did she even find us in the first place?" she asked.
Scheiscopf replied. "I don't know about that...." he said while his eyes lingered, maintaining awareness of their surroundings.
As he sensed no danger from their surroundings, he looked up into the sky and saw a small silhouette of a small object loitering. He squinted his gaze to confirm his suspicion; to his horror, his intuition was right.
The object loitering above was one of the aircraft-like vehicles that the Modern Kansens used for searching targets, according to Iron Blood intel. He now realized that all the hiding they did was futile given the searching capability of the Modern Kansens.
They could run and hide, but that didn't guarantee their security; it only wore down their resolve until nothing was left.
"Scheisse!" he cursed.
"Nani??"
"We've been found," he said in a terrified tone as the situation was dire.
Akagi didn't need any explanation as to why. She immediately grabbed Odin's hands to make their escape under the cover of the bushes. As they made their way out of the bushes, a woman's voice caught their attention.
"My, leaving so soon?" The Woman said, her calm voice sending shivers down their spines.
They all stood there, frozen like how Dr. Alan Grant once said, "Don't move a muscle," in front of a Tyrannosaurus-Rex.
Odin, meanwhile, was on the verge of crying as their hopes of running away ended there, as Laffey-200 looked at them like a vicious predator ready to maul its prey.
Scheiscopf, ever the man he was, positioned himself in front of the girls, Luger Pistol in hand, raised and pointing at her. He might be brave, but fear still crawled down his skin as his hand shivered while holding the Luger Pistol.
"I won't let you get near them," he said, breathing heavily as his heart beat faster under pure pressure.
"Move aside," Laffey-200 said, unimpressed by the courage Scheiscopf was displaying.
"Nein. You'll have to walk over my dead body," he declared, with the intention of taking her with his death.
"Nein!!!!!!!!!!.... Don't do it!" Odin cried out as she was held by Akagi, who was also trembling in fear.
'So.... this is the one that defeated Hakuryuu and Odin? I never thought I would consider Hakuryuu's story to be just pure incompetence, but now.... that story seems to exceed everything I knew about her,' Akagi thought.
Laffey-200 held her lower lip as if pondering. "The order said to bring the escapees alive.... But it didn't mention anything about you being alive there.... So.... I have to take your word on that."
"DIE!"
With that, it became a Wild West Duel as the two quickly drew their pistol and shot one another in the blink of an eye.
Laffey-200 flinched as the bullet passed her left cheek and cut a small portion of her hair strands, but overall it didn't hit her; it just gave her a small cut from her hair strands.
Scheiscopf, on the other hand, faced the .50 AE like a champ and didn't flinch. I may call him brave and stupid at the same time. Because he was now dead.
Odin and Akagi were both terrified as they saw Scheiscopf lose his forehead after facing a .50 AE like a pro. Nothing could describe their total reaction but pure horror and shock.
Now that the 'shit-head' was out of the way, Akagi and Odin were both left terrified. She lowered her Desert Eagle and looked at the two in the eyes like a predatory animal would look at its prey.
"You two," she said, and the two yelped in reaction. "Vacation is over.... Time to return to your Quarters (Jail cell)."
The two nodded their heads frantically, cartoonishly, so as not to incur her wrath for non-compliance.
"Yes, Ma'am," they both said obediently, scared for their lives.