“Welcome to the peace humanity has won,” said a blonde woman firing a carbine with zero motivation. This was conventionally called being demoted, being sent to sit by the window, or being kept out of the way. It seemed that had all exceeded what their sexy commander (as they called her) Froleytia could handle and so they had been “transferred” away from the 37th Mobile Maintenance Battalion. They had accomplished many great achievements that put bitter expressions on faces of the higher ups in the military. They had made small but repeated mistakes. They were leaning over the handrail and firing rifles at targets attached to boats that moved around by radio control. Quenser, Heivia, and the others were on land made of steel. Most of the islands were used as testing grounds for Objects and storage areas for supercomputers, so all of the soldiers lived on a single island. The individual islands were connected by giant bridges like the Information Alliance’s Miami. Artificial land similar to offshore oil platforms dotted the area around that island. Or rather, the area around one of the small islands on the edge of the archipelago had been thoroughly developed. It was actually made up of a number of islands floating in the Pacific Ocean, but only the small island in the center was natural land. It fell into the category of a small safe country. It was a part of Legitimacy Kingdom territory. Shit, how many tens of thousands was our quota today?” That means this ‘homework’ is the only thing left for us to do.
“The fact that they gave an amateur like you a rifle is proof enough. “Are you making things up with no proof again?”
If we don’t use up the excess bullets now, the defense budget will be cut down for the next fiscal year,” said Heivia sounding a bit bored as he fired a rifle next to Quenser in a decent-looking pose. It’s about time for the accounts to be settled. “We’re using brand new bullets for shooting practice. “Why have we just been shooting and shooting for so long? Are we feeding the fish lead food?” Quenser used the sleeve of his military uniform to wipe away the sweat on his face on a solitary island in the southern hemisphere of the Pacific Ocean. The blazing sun made it easy to forget it was January. Your browser does not support JavaScript! Chapter 1: The War Broker Closest to Heaven > Intelligence Battle in the Cook District Part 1