Loud and Clear

Private Ingrid clutched his bloodied abdomen with gloved hands, exerting pressure as much as he could. Blood escapes from the wound despite of his effort to stop it. He glanced around the dark tunnel lined with rusted pipings. The dirty walls were smeared with fresh blood, not his but his own teammates that had laid on the ground, motionless. There are seven of them, some with missing limbs, some with perforated chests. He tried to remember what had happened. It happened so fast that he was still in a shocked state. The Glitch that they are trying to quarantine almost escape them but they have finally contained it with the help of GI-1126-A (Glitch Item).
   As he exerted more pressure to his painful wound, something bright in the form of a winged Human approached him. The glow disappeared, revealing what looks like a blonde Angel with gold eyes wearing a golden battle armor, genuflecting beside him.
   "Sir," A voice asked from behind the Angel. It was 1126-A, equipped with black armor trimmed in gold which 1126-A and his people calls 'Praetorian Battle Gears'. "I didn't expect you to be here."
   "I am here to assist, Protectorate Blackshot." The Angel says. "You have stayed here for so long."
   "Archangel Raphael," Blackshot called as his headgear quickly detracts to the accessory attached behind his neck, revealing his entire face. "What's happening in Heaven?"
   "Nothing much," The 'Archangel' replied as he dipped two fingers inside Ingrid's wound. The Mobile Infantry Division Operator winced as he felt a cool sensation invading his wound. "But the question is, what happened here?"
  "Depends on what kind of question you're asking, sir."
   "The Archangel Michael has commissioned the Machete Speartip Inquisitorial Team to close the Seances in Colombia to prevent the Hellspawns from slaughtering the populace. How did all of this happened?"
   "Protectorate Vengeance's team has requested assistance, sir, from us when they destroyed the Black Heirophant Legionnaires. The Demons were replaced by another Legion, the Lust Choir. We annihilated them but they apparently called upon their brethren."
   "Brethren?"
   "Death Riddler Legions, sir. When we destroyed the Demons again, they have left 'this' mess."
   "I've never seen such messed up phenomenons happening here on Earth, Blackshot. Not even once." Raphael stood up, finally healing Private Ingrid. "This 'mess', what is it?"
   "It's everything anomalous, sir--"
   "Define anomalous." Raphael interrupted, staring at the Protectorate straight in his eyes.
   "It was an object, event, phenomenon or entity that defies the laws of physics. Everything that shouldn't be existing that happens to exist in our world, sir, is an anomaly that they call, 'Glitches', like glitches in the Matrix, if you saw the film, sir."
   Raphael glanced at Private Ingrid, then back at Blackshot. "Funny, you ask an Archangel if he watches a cyberpunk film. Anyway, who's they?"
   "Aren't you supposed to know that sir? I mean you're an Archangel and you're a hundred years old than us."
   "What?" Raphael asked with a frown. It was the first time Blackshot sees him with an expression.
   "I mean, these guys call themselves the Agency. They were affiliated with the government who collects and analyzes all the leftovers in each battle that Heaven and Hell fought. But when the Death Riddlers were destroyed and left thousands of anomalies scattered around the world, we have decided to forge an unholy alliance with them to quarantine the Glitches that we should have been destroying."
   "Well, why not?"
   "Because we still haven't found out how."
   "Pardon me," Ingrid interrupted. The two turned to him. "They shall not be destroyed for research purposes. The labcoats back in the head-shed will be studying the Glitches we contained and NO ONE is authorized to destroy it. Not even you two."
   "Give back to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's." Raphael said to him. "You have no authorization to the envoys of the Lord."
   "Oh sorry, I'm Atheist. In fact I didn't even know you guys existed."
   "Now I know why you hate them so much." Raphael finally said.
   "Yes sir, and they are containing everything that Mankind shouldn't touch!"
   "Which explains why I couldn't find my golden spoon." He turned to Ingrid accusingly. "You haven't found any golden spoon with the name 'Ralphy' in the handle, have you?"
   A set of footsteps echoed in the tunnels that seems to originate on the far left. Raphael heard fifteen Human heartbeats pulsing fast, nerves filled with adrenaline. They finally came to view with weapons raced.
   "A Glitch!" One of the MID Operators yelled, aiming at the three. "Put your hands in the air!"
   Raphael drew out his Burning Blade, ready to smite them but Blackshot immediately stepped between them, raising his Blast Rifle at the Operators with an itchy finger.
   "Put your weapons down, Humans!" He yelled. "Or I will be the one to make you cease breathing."
   "GI-1126-A, why don't you put down your weapon and surrender to us now." A figure in a white Hazmat suit says as he stepped in front of the MID Operators. "Please?"
   "Cool name." Raphael whispered. "You're a robot now?"
   "No sir," Blackshot replied. "Denise...no, GI-1126 is inside my head. I've contained it--her from a child's dream."
   "Seems like you got yourself a girlfriend."
   "She's androgynous, sir. She can be a Dennis or a Denise anytime she wants."
   "Why prefer to it as 'her'?"
   "She doesn't like being called an 'it'."
   "Put your weapons down now!" Another warning came from one of the MIDs.
   "Sir, what are your orders?" Blackshot asked.
   Raphael shut his eyes tight and meditated shortly, peeking through the Multiverse for every possible outcome of this situation. He opened his eyes shortly and said, "Put down your weapon. I will get that soldier away from here while you continue your cleanup with them."
   Blackshot nodded. "I will put my weapon down. But hear me, Doctor." He almost spit the word as he stared at the figure in the white Hazmat. "You know me, Allen, if you do something I won't like, I will spurn this Glitch inside my head while I erase you and your shadow from this world. Is that clear?"
   "Loud and clear." Dr. Allen said.
   Blackshot then lowered his weapon while Raphael scooped up Private Ingrid and disappeared in a flash of light.


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