DOMINION CONFLICT ONE.
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FOURTH EPISODE: "On your mark!".

By CAPRICORN.

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Overall advise:This text contains explicit sexual situations and (mild) violence scenes; if you do not like or approuve or are not entitled to read it please do not!
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Leona opened her eyes, hearing the alarm of her clock invade her little room with its unfriendly  sound.
She rubbed her face with the palm of her left hand and twitched her nose.
She gazed at the ceiling and then sighed and stod up, half sitting.
She looked at her futon heavy quilt and gave a quick glance at her room.
It was little and very crowded for a six tatami room. It was not she could not afford something better for herself, her pay was more than adequate for that, it was only that she was affectionate to that little flat.
She had lived her from the beginning, since when she was transferred from the bike police of Osaka to the tank police of Newport City.
She looked at her pigiama and smiled seeing what she wore. It was something she let make only for her. 
It was a man's pigiama, made from dark blue, heavy flannel, with little Bonaparte figures stitched overall on it.
She scratched her head and thought about the possibility of going back to bed and sleep a couple of minutes more.
Then she remembered why she had set the alarm  that early and on her face a grim expression appeared.
She trew the quilt aside and jumped on feet.
<Time for the kill.> She thought beetwen herself.
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The room was quiet, half lighted and silent, the only movement that was visible was the cover of the bed, that seemed to breath rithmically, like it was a sated, resting beast.
It was a short second after the clock had started chirping that it regretted it fully.
A full fist landed on it and reduced it to crumbles, silencing it forever; then, quietly, returned from where it had come.
A resigned moan was heard under the cover- It was my clock, Anna.
-I'll buy you another someday.- A muffled voice answered
-It's not that.- The male voice moaned louder- I mean...
The cover was tossed aside and an enraged cat girl jumped over her companion pinning him face down on the bed and blocking his wrist with force.
-Now listen well!- She roared- There is something you've got to know about me!
Alessandro gulped, really nervous now- Yes?- He fidgeted.
-I'm never in good mood in the morning!- She snarled, then looked at his fearful expression and laughed loudly. She let her grip on his wrist and kissed his left ear.
He breathed again- Sheesh! You scared the hell out of me!
-Sorry, sorry. Just joking!- She laughed more and let herself fall on his nude back, adhering totally to him.
He felt the warmth and soft smoothness of her skin on him and relaxed again.
He closed his eyes and enjoied her presence.
-Hey!- She poked on his cheeck with her left index- Don't fall asleeep again.
-Hmmm?- he smiled but did not move at all- Why?
-I'm off to work in an hour, don't you want to use it?- She whined.
His eyes snapped open and the one that could actually saw her rolled slowly in her direction and gave her a suspicious glare- Define "Use it"?
Anna smiled and let her hands slide on his biceps, brushing gently his skin
-Well...
He moaned louder; she slapped lightly his right arm- Hey, what's that?- Anna complained irritated.
-Please, aren't you sated?- He pleaded.
-Your fault!- She pouted.
-My fault?!- He could not believe his ears- I did what was my best I think!
She kissed him on his uncovered cheeck and smiled- That's exactly what I mean.-She whispered tenderly.
He arched his eyebrow, perplex.
-I liked it very much.-She closed her eyes and let her right cheeck rest on his left. 1
He flushed lightly, touched- Err... thank you.- He did not know what he could've said.
-No, thank you.- She answered purring.
He let his hands slide on the bed, behind his back and put it on her buttocks; She purred louder.
-Anna?
-Hmmm?
-May I ask you something?
She opened her eyes and looked at him- Yes, sure, what?
-Well, about yesterday...
Anna found it difficult to talk in that position, she rolled on his left side and covered herself partially with the white cotton sheet, then leaned against her left hand and waited.
-I was wondering, how could you be sure that those two scums would have plaied along? I mean, it was risky.
-Well, you humans have the bad habit to underestimate us a lot.- She had a hint of a smile on her face for a second, then she went on- We found out that acting like you would expect us to do is the best way to catch you pants down.
He nodded- It did not work completely.- He remarked.
-Yes, Uni complained about it too. - She sighed- It was her fault, she had to let me take him into my mouth, and after a sec...
-HEY!- Alessandro blushed crimson and protested with all his forces.
-You think I would have liked it?- She glared at him- I only know that after that, they would have been both too aroused to bother, even if Uni had come inside the bar naked and dancing flamenco!
He calmed down and caressed her hair- Sorry. I did not meant it like it seemed.
-Yes, you did!- She smiled, happy he had that reaction- And I liked it.
He blushed again- Well, what about the knife that cut his tendon? Where did Uni get it?
-From my leg.
-Uh?- He blinked not sure of having completely understood.
-We have a full array of blades concealed under the skin in various places of our body, they were useful many times already.- She smiled- You'll never know what hit you.- She made the gesture of shooting him with an immaginary gun and then blew the smoke from the muzzle.
He gazed at her body and assumed a inquisitive expression; she giggled- You're wondering where they are, right?
He looked at her confused, she laughed slyly. She pulled him closer and kissed him, stroking his hair. 
As they parted she glared mischieviously at him- you played enough with my body, tonight. Didn't you notice it?
He grinned croockedly- I had my hands full with other business.
She nodded happy- Good for you.
He sighed satisfied and rolled on his back, looking at the ceiling, she closed herself and put her hands on his cheecks, planting little kisses on his lips.
She looked at him and smiled- May I now ask something to you?
-What will it be?
-How did you understand she was in danger?
-At the beginnig I noticed she was acting a little too coldly, but did not give it much importance. Then I noticed she did not take the initiative and merely answered and that was strange for Michaela. She usually has a very social behaviour.
-I understood that something was wrong as I suddenly noticed we were speaking japanese.
-Uh?- Anna did not get it.
-Normally we speak german; she likes it better. Gives her a little taste of home or something.
She leaned against her left hand and gazed at him-You know german?
-My mother taught it to me as I was a child.- He answered nodding.
-So that's what made the lights go on?
-Yes, just to be sure I asked her what she wanted to repeat with me that evening and she answered that she had fully understood the Shiroo curves and wanted something other.
-Well?
He smiled, lightly shaking his head- If there is something I could not explain to little Michaela are the Shiroo curves; we already did it a handfull of times.
Anna hardened her look- "Little Michaela"?
He felt suddenly at unease- Come on. She's just a friend of mine, not even a friend, how could I say? A pupil!
Anna nodded relaxing- Sorry. I did not meant it like it seemed.
He smiled and kissed her letting his hand brush against her right cheeck.
-Yes, you did! And I liked it.
He rolled over her and leaned against his elbows, not leaving her mouth a single second, letting his tongue plunder her.
He brought his right hand on her neck and brushed against her skin, letting it wander over her shoulders and upper part of her chest.
They parted breathing heavyly and searching deep into their eyes.
-Hey! Who was the one too tired to do something?- Anna teased him, a broad grin on her face.
-I forgot it.- He answered diving back on her lips.
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Charles Brenten was a man that had seen many things in his life, first, into the JSDF then as a MERC and finally during his carrer as officier of the tank police.He believed there was an explanation for everything and that, with some wits and logic, you could find the answer to each question.
Now, looking at Bonaparte, in the hangar of the tank police station he was not more that sure...
He inclino his head to one side and studied the complex drawings on the golden shield on the front plate of the tank and had to admit they were half that bad.
No, on a second thought they were good. Very good.
He scratched his head and took his black shades down, looking closer to the motto carved on it.
"To protect and to serve".
He approved nodding; bold, strong, it gave a neat message. That girl had to be commanded for this.
He put his shades on again and straightened his black moustache. Then he patted twice on the front plate and nodded again.
-You're a good boy, I think your mistress had a good hint for the colour schema.
If he had could Bonaparte would have blushed crimson... 
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She let her hands brush behind his ears and breathed stronger as he touched her weak spot between her spreaded legs.
He was patient and was right now busy in trying to drive her mad.
He resumed his gentle licking, putting his hands on each inner thighs. He blew  air on her mound and she gave a high pitched sound, she put both hands on the back of his head and pushed him gently, but firmly again to his task.
He licked her external labia and teased her over the limit, not touching her clit more than a fraction of second and then bringing back his tongue to move up and down into her slit.
Anna could not stand anymore and arched her back, trying to push her most sensible point against his face, in the hope he would have given her the sweet gift she was expecting.
Instead he backed from her and put both hands around her waist, holding her back arched and kissing her smooth belly.
She snarled, enraged by her desire and closed her spread legs around him.
She looked at him, a furious shadow into her eyes and hissed- So you like to play?
She turned around and he could not do anything than follow, finding himself imprisoned into the steel grip of her legs.
He found himself pinned on his bed in a millisecond looking her into her eyes and breathing forcefully.
She grabbed his head and buried her tongue into his mouth, moving, probing, savouring each moan he made.
Sandro liked when she went that mad with passion that you could not more tell were the man ended and the animal began.
He parted from her and gazed at her. God! She was beautiful. 
Her hair was a mass of wild gold that did not more have any comb or rule, her eyes where so full of desire, they had lost their focus from longtime.
He felt her breathing heavyly  and saw her smooth skin glistering with sweat.
She was everything he needed in that moment, food, light, air. There was only her.
There was only Anna.
She put her palms on his chest and pushed him down pinning him to the bed. Then she dove with her mouth on his chest and engulfed his left nipple into her incinerating warm mouth.
He almost screamed from pleasure, feeling his flesh melt into her.
She teased him there, knowing that men are sensible the same as woman if properly stimulated.
She let her rough cat tongue wander on the little spike, then suddenly bit it.
He yelped, half in pain, half excited. She did not care and started to suck on him again, then she left the nipple and panted letting her hot breath wash on his muscled chest.
He grabbed a handfull of her hairs and dragged her against his mouth,  trying to melt her tongue with his and to tame that enraged serpent.
Anna took his stiff penis and let it slide twice up and down her humid mound, then, she let him enter her.
He moaned into her mouth and started to slide in and out from her, searching for a rithm that was good for both. She helped him and bucked her pelvis using her internal muscles to stimulate him entirely.
He was amazed by the wetness of her inner part, he was so soaked he almost slipped out a couple of times; he would have regretted it, feeling the friction against his manhood and the warmth of her mound engulfing him that way.
It took a while , then he felt he could not hold it anymore. He gazed at her ruby eyes and stuttered- Anna... I'm...
She nodded and wildy kissed him again- Do it, don't hold back, do it!
He knew he was there, after a second his bucking accelerated and suddenly froze, feeling the entire world collapse into a light point into his vision as his eyes snapped open but did not see anything.
Anna screamed, as she felt him discharge into her and clawed him frenzily on his neck as the pleasure invaded her.
It was only a second long, but it lasted at least two centuries into their minds. Then he started to breath again, feeling his lungs burning for air.
Anna smiled and let her cheeck rest on his chest, slick with sweat.
She looked at him, his eyes closed, breathing like there was no more air in the room and quickly kissed him on his lips.
-Good morning.- She giggled.
-Eh!- He sighed, smiling sated and rubbed his face with both hands- I could get used to being awoken like that.
She smiled- You'll have to.- She kissed him again.
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He turned the shower faucets and let the water slide down from his legs, then he opened the opaque plexiglass box and stepped out from the narrow space, letting a  cloud of steam escape in the bathroom.
He got the towel and damped hinmself, as he was nearly dry he took his old blue bathrobe and put it on.
He did not use it at first, because he did not like the feeling of his wet skin sticking to the tissue. He always dried before, only then he used the sponge robe.
It was irrational, but he liked it that way.
He sniffed and rubbed his short  umid hairs, leaving them free to search for a form they would have liked to take.
He then went for the doorknob and exited to his left, looking at the kitchen. Anna was already there and was busy putting a shameful quantity of food on the table, with a delighted expression on her face.
He smiled and went for the kitchen himself. He looked closely at her and noticed she was wearing only a pair of white panties and a white, fresh shirt of him.
She smiled at him as he kissed her on the cheeck.
-Mind if I use it?- she asked looking at his shirt.
-Not at all, I did not notice. You've got nothing to clad yourself with. Right?
-Only a little.- She shrugged as if it was nothing so important- But we'll do something for at the end of the month.
-I can borr...
She silenced him with a quick kiss- No, thank you, you've already done so much.
She smiled warmly and sat down. He opened the mobile and took a little teapot and a white mug.
He got a little tick paper purse and opened it, letting the aroma of its content fill his nostrils.
He nodded and took a metallic filter from the mobile, filling it with a sponge of the content of the sacket.
He then filled a boiler with water and put it on the stove, putting meanwhile the filter into the teapot.
-I'm going to wake your sister.
-Right, I'll wait for you.
He went for the guest room and knocked softly on the door twice. No answer.
He tried again, but again had no reponse. He quietly opened the door and glanced inside.
The room had had some big improuvement from the day before, a pair of bed, with clear wood coloured bedposts where there, one against the wall in front of him and the other perpendicular to the other wall on his left side.
A wardrobe was hidden at his right from the door, and a multi coloured carpet, stitched with azthec symbols and drawings gave a  happy look to the room itself.
No pictures were on the wall,Uni said it was not necessary to find them on spot. They could take their time for it.
He went for the bed on the left side of the wall, moving smoothly and without a sound.
He looked at it and the first thing he noticed were the sheet's colour; green with rosa teddy bears on it.
He made a disgusted expression and resolved himself in looking at her occupant instead.
Only Uni's head pocked from the covers, she was facing him and was lost deeply in the embrace of Morpheus.
He knelt at the side and took a second to look at her, liking the expression  of absolute peace that was on her face. He wondered if she was dreaming something pleasant...
He rised his hand and gently took a rebel lock of hair from her forehead and brushed it aside.
Uni's eyes twitched, then opened only half and looked at him.
He smiled and kissed her on the nose tip- Buongiorno, tesoro.- He said.
-Uhmmm?- She stirred looking quizzically at him, a broad, sweet smile on her face.
-I said "Good morning, dear".- He translated caressing her brow.
-I thought you said something like that.- She nodded and rised partly leaning to her left elbow; she tossed the cover and let her gorgeous naked body shine in the morning light.
He was not embarassed, he liked that sight and seemed absolutely normal to him. She turned on her belly and stirred like a cat, rising her buttocks and extending her arms, yawning widely.
She then rested on her bed again and closed her eyes again.
-Hey, come on, breakfast is ready!- He protested
Her ears twitched and she turned a hungry glare at him- Breakfast?- She muttered almoast foaming from her mouth.
-Why do I feel like a steak right now?- he wispered  shuddering.
She giggled and returned to a more normal behaviour. She rised from the bed and sat on the edge of it.
She looked at him standing up and mewled. He knelt down again- Yes?
-Mhhhh?- she sounded offended.
He blinked then got it; he smiled and kissed her on her mouth, fully.
After a second they parted and she looked at him with shimmering eyes.
-Satisfied?
-Yes, but do not let me ask for it again.- she said with a grin on her face.
-Oh Lord!- His face faulted.
She laughed and hugged him forcefully, dragging him on top of her on her bed.
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The hangar of the tank police was crammed with people, with the exception of the mechanics of the Leona's squad there seemed to be the whole third platoon.
Inspector Brenten stood to side, leaning against the wall and talking with the others squad chief.2
Leona was one of them and was busy scribbling some notes on a piece of paper on the table.
Commander Yon looked behind his tick glasses at Leona's tank and scratched his head, not daring to ask anything. The huge mass of Commander Paku was now busy shaking incontrollably as he gestured wildly exposing his ideas.
Anna and Uni saw this scene as they entered the building, they looked at each other puzzled and shrugged, in all it was the same if the dayly reunion was held in the upper office or into the hangar, none of their business.
Asada's head pocked from the hangar entrance and she noticed the cat twins on the ladder that brought to entrance.
-Anna!- she called. The android turned her head and waved at her, thinking she wanted to say hello to her.
-Come here! Quick!- Asada used a harsh tone and Anna blinked.
She looked at her sister that shrugged again, absolutely clueless about what was going on.
-Well sis, see you later.- She kissed her and run to the hangar. Uni smiled and turned to the door.
A policeman, who was just stepping out from the door saw the scene and froze on spot, unsure about what to say.
Uni gazed at him nonchalantly and entered the building - Never saw a lady?- she stated smiling evily.
Anna run into the hangar from the vehicle entrance and joined Asada. The pony tailed girl glanced at her and asked surprised- Were did you came from? I understood you slept around here, it's late.
-It's a long story.- Anna smiled cutting the conversation.
She looked around for a second and noticed Bonaparte's new paint job had some amount of succes.
Asada devined her thoughts- You know, Ozaki is pissed at you. And I mean it!
Anna grinned- Come on, it's cute, no?
Asada rolled her eyes and shook her head- You're impossible.
-Thanks, I try. Now, mind to tell me what's on?
Asada shrugged looking at the table where the officiers where at the end of their planning- Your guess is as good as mine, but I think it wont be long until...
The heavy voice of commander Paku rumbled iside the hangar- ATTENTION!
The group quickly formed three ordened lines. Anna run behind Shinozaki, who was behind Shimizu, Asada and in front, due to his low point of view, Habana.
They saluted martially as inspector Brenten walked in front of them and  stopped, with spreaded legs, his arms behind his back.
He puffed a little, white cloud of smoke, from his cigar and spoke with hardened voice.
-AT EASE!
 Each one executed. Anna started to get nervous about this.
Brenten scanned the entire audience silently, then looked in front of him and nodded briefly, as if he had found what he was searching.
He took the cigar from his mouth and let his voice fill the hangar-Gentlemen!- he paused- We are in Crisis Area!
The last remark fell like a curtain of ice on the audience.
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What time was it?
He looked at the serie of numbers that run  at the extreme right of his field of vision and read. 10:00 AM.
It had to be a sunny day, maybe. He did not care, for him it was all dark, with the only light of the occasionally row of files and data running in front of his visual angle.
A sick flourescent green shade that was his only sun and moon.
He concentrated again on a little electronical window, displayed high on the left and saw a street.
It was a street in the city, a pair of blocks away from where a couple of days before a explosion had ripped away each certainty of that Goddamned town.
He saw the street from the eyes of a camera, that seemed to be fixed on the head-rest of a car, due to the fact the steering weel was on first plan.
It traveled quietly, without any hint of haste or nervousness.
After a second a hand entered the field of vision and turned the weel to his right side, parking gently the car to one side of the road.
The car hummed deeper, then the hand moved under the dashboard and cut the engine.
The car was silent for a second, then the door opened and the camera moved as it had been fixed between the eyes of its passenger, instead of on the chair.
It pictured the sidewalk, at its left, getting pictures of various people generally minding their own business. The camera turned around and pictured a pair of hands busily locking the driver's side door.
The car itself was a very common, five doors one. Dark green coloured, with little points of rust on the side and a badly smashed front light.
He liked the overall looking of the car though. 
He concentrated on the camera and it promptly spun around, showing the side of the street. It was a crowded quarter, so there were few boutiques or shops, being concentrated in the commercial area, a couple of streets souther from there.
The only remarkable commercial activity was in front of the camera. An old laundry was there, his sign displaying its name proudly.
"Speedy Wash: If your mother does not do it, don't do it yourself!"
He smiled. A nice cleaning was right what was needed there...
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Her hands pressed a pair of touches on a console put on her right and instantly a set of data appeared on the screen in front of her seat.
Anna shot a quick glance at Leona and felt suddenly not at ease at all. She had hoped she would burst for the little paint job they both had done to Bonaparte.
Instead Leona had just looked at her coldly and then, after giving the last order to the squad had opened the hatch and had jumped inside.
-Commander.- She tried.
-Hmmm?- Leona looked into the periscope and did not say nothing more than that.
Actually she did not have to look inside the periscope; the optical fiber network built in front of the turret gave her a 180 degree field of vision directly trough the visor of her helmet.
Leona used the periscope because she liked the phisical interaction with her tank; the sensation that gave to her gripping the hardware pieces of that vehicle.
-Er... We are in position. Waiting for order.- Anna gave up and fumbled with her words, flushing.
-Okay, put me trough.
Anna actioned the inner com sistem and put the mastoidal microphone on her left ear, ready to listen.
-Is everyone there?- Leona asked just for sure.
-Yessir.- A mix of voices was the answer.
-Okay, that's what we have.- Leona stopped and took a deep breath- As inspector Brenten told you back in the hangar we have a serious problem here. The explosion of saturday night was not an accident at all, it was caused on purpose.
-It started from a car, stuffed with explosive almost to the roof or so, the scientific section could only understand it was some sort of self built nitroglicerine; not stable, but effective.3 It was not radioguided, there was a small portion of electronics into the debris of the car, enough to understand it was a timebomb.
-What about the letters that arrived after that?- Habana's voice interrupted her unpolitely; Leona did not mind.
-Well, except some that were pretty idiot there were plenty of choices. In all nothing came out, even if we are not dropping any possibilities.
-Yesterday, one of the officier that was filing those letters arrived to the most interesting one.
Silence fell on the line, as everyone held his breath awaiting.
-It was post card of Newport City,an aerial view with a little circle drawn on the photo; do I have to say wich quarter it was?
Shinozaki's voice entered the line- What was that interesting? Was there a message?
-Yes, there was a message, it spoke "Wish you were here", it was not hand written so, calligraphic search is useless. What we found interesting was that the message actually smelled.
-Pardon?- Shinozaki sounded puzzled.
-It smelled strongly of chemical; after an accurate analysis we found out it was soaked with the same explosive that was used into the car.
-Now we come to the really interesting news. Anna?
Anna touched a pair of buttons and complete map of the quarter appeared on the screen of each tank.
-The red light is where the car exploded, the other little yellow the explosion in the other quarters. Now look at this.- Leona touched button and a group of blue light appeared around it. Habana swore under his breath; Leona heard him.
-Spare me the profanity and tell me Habana, what's that?- Leona's voice was cold as ice and hard as steel
-It's our position as scheduled at that precise hour of the day.- Habana hissed, his brow starting to coat with sweat; an innatural silence fell on the line.
-That's right, he left that car there, and let it explode at that time of the day, because he KNEW exactly where everyone of us was in that moment.
-Question, commander!- Asada's voice was high pitched due to her nevousness.
-Go on.
-What the heck is there to blow?! I mean, it's a too careful planning only to make a big mess!
-Right observation Asada.- Leona nodded.
-Teacher's pet.- Anna whispered.
Asada flushed and countered- HEY! I'm not...
-QUIET!- Leona shouted sternly- Shinozaki and Shimizu flinched from the force of the sound.
-Sorry!- Asada and Anna muttered.
Leona calmed down and started again- There is nothing that could catch the eye in that particular part of the town, until we realized that the car was parked in a particular position!- Leona touched a button and the map become transparent. She touched a pair of switches and a dense web appeared under the street.
-Now, we are not interested in water lines.-She brushed a touch once and a part of the web disappeared- A general blackout would have been easier to have if he had brought his car to  some sort of electrical node; not this case.- She touched her commands again- Now, three guesses and the first two do not count, what do we have left?
The web shrinked to a dense but regular maze of lines; Asada shuddered and put her left hand on her mouth, Habana swore again, a little more this time and not quietly under his breath.
Shimizu wistled and Shinozaki widened his eyes. Anna gritted her teeth and turned to Leona, she showed a grim and determined expression on her face, but was absolutely calm and steady.
-It's... It's the...- She stuttered.
Leona nodded and answered sternly, nearly snarling- Yes Anna, it's the gas line.
The bastard put the bomb over one of the nodes.
-He knew very well that that kind of explosive has a spherical way of expansion, so he let the car there  and as it exploded the asphalt cover broke and let the flames enter the line.
-They traveled until they did not find a place where they could come out, logically it was other gasline nodes.
Leona stopped and sighed deeply- The explosion has expanded over the quarter and the column of flames that has broke out from the floor has reached fifteen meter's high, fortunately it did not do that much damage.
-But in all it killed six people,  heavily injured ten and destroyed property of the city for at least eighty millions Yen! I do not need much more to be pissed off! 4
Everyone silently nodded, Leona calmed down- Now for the work, from this moment the plan will be written in the morning from the squad commanders and will be told only when everyone is on his vehicle. Anna?
Anna typed on the keyboard at her left and sent the file from the central unit of Bonaparte to each board computer of the squad. There was more silence as anyone looked to his program for the day.
-From now on refer each suspect vehicle to me immediatly, keep in touch and normal report is from now on each half hour, instead of the full hour. Clear?
-Yessir!- The coral answer was somehow reassuring for Leona, that permitted herself a little smile.
-All right, then let's go! Good hunt! Ozaki, over and out!
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He took the tomato in his hand and squeezed lightly, feeling her softness. Actually it was even too soft, he put it back on the pile in front of him and took a pair from the bottom.
Being satisfied with his choice he put it into the plastic bag he held with his right and fished a piece of paper from his mac left pocket.
He looked at the few scribbled lines on it. It was a list of ingredients he needed for his recipe.
He smiled to himself, how long has it been since he had cooked for someone? Five? Six years?
He shook his head, could not remember, but it did not matter after all.
He  mentally made his control- Tomatoes... Beans... Pasta? Already got it... Flour... eggs, check... What else? Ah yes!
He put the piece back into his pocket and went for the counter. The clerk was a middle aged, fat woman, whith a kind smile on her face.
She took the bag as he put it on the counter and quickly checked the content starting to type on the cash- Nothing else?
-Yes, could you happen to have cheese here?
-Tofu?
-No, real chee...- He stopped realizing he was going to be really rude if he had finished his phrase; he started again- Sorry, I mean milk cheese.
He had always hated tofu, he found it really offensive, for him, an italian, that such junk could bring the name of "cheese".
He was a farm boy, and had many times assisted to the little magic that was behind the transformation of milk in cheese.
Cheeese could be only milk made, nothing else; and those barbarians continued to use soja for it.
Disgusting.
The lady finished her note and answered- Sorry, we do not have foreign food, try to the international store at the end of the street, right before the corner.
-Thank you.
-My pleasure, it will be 2000 yen.
He paid, frowning at the thought of how expensive actually Japan was for living.
He took the plastic bag and stepped out from the store. The automatic door opened letting him breath the polluted air of the street again.
An electronic voice called behind him- THANK YOU AND, PLEASE, COME AGAIN!
He looked at his left and saw the end of the street, he started to walk as he heard a low rumbling behind his back; he turned around and gazed at a really unusual vehicle.
It was a treaded vehicle, at least three meters and half high. He recognized the shape of the Bonaparte type tank.
His thoughts run back to the night of sunday, when he had be arrested by one of their pilots.
He wondered if Anna was inside that one. He looked closer and noticed that this one had a curios drawing on his side.
It was a lion, ready to charge; he thought it was well painted and that there was some degree of art in it's realization.
The tank rumbled past him and went for in it's path. Suddenly the sound of a siren was heard and the light of the tank flashed into his view; he blinked confused, unsure if it meant something or no.
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-Sorry commander, I accidentally pushed the wrong touch!- Anna apologized hastily.
Leona looked at her rear view screen and noticed a tall european, with a plastic bag, that stood on the sidewalk and looked puzzled at them.
It took her only a second to recognize the man that had trown up on her that saturday night; she gritted her teeth- Yes, surely a mistake.- She hissed.
Anna grinned evily.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------I think she's overacting.- Shimizu sentenced.
Asada, from her turret position, sighed; she hated when Shimizu started those kind of conversation- You'll never like her, wont you?
-I only think she's dramatizing the situation. I understand there was a bomb and everything else, but seriously...
-You do not find strange at all that the bomb exploded right as every tank in that quarter was directing himself to the hangar?
-Coincidence.
-Nine tanks?!- Asada started to get nervous. Shimizu was not a tank man, he was only killing his time waiting for his transfer, so maybe it was a waste of time to try to teach to that guy some police wits, but hell! 
He really was so tick headed she was sure he was asking for a good wack behind his ears.
-Every idiot could wait out of the police station not longer than a week, taking notes of the hour in wich each tank was back; I  admit it's not 100% sure, but in all it's not even that difficult. So...
Asada grimaced disgusted from his straight logic <Good point.> She had to admit to herself...
-Yes Shimizu, whatever you say. Now, pleas be quiet, it's time for the report.- She cut down roughly the discussion. 
Asada opened the comm channel and spoke into the microphone of her helmet.
Shimizu shrugged, he did not care after all. He found that those tank guys were all a bit to excited about their job.
Better leave them alone, he did not mind if childrens plaied near him, although he found it quiet annoying.
-T-33 calls T-31, Asada here, are you listening? Over.
-Ozaki her...
-Hya! Cutie!- Anna's joyful voice interrupted Leona's voice. Asada blinked as she heard a strange sound, like someone had been malleted to the ground.
Actually she had no idea what kind of sound a mallet could do if it had hit someone, but she was pretty sure it had been something similar to that...
-Ozaki here. Report! Over!- She was nearly snarling and Asada could hear some moans in background.
-Er... We are proceding as scheduled commander.- She had be infected by her commander's nervousness and did not trust the comm channel, so she did not tell where she was- Nothing to report. Over.
-Affirmative. Report in half an hour. Ozaki over and out.
Asada closed the communication and sighed, she hated when the thing went that tense, she felt like she had ice cubes under her back and was sitting on them...
-Strange.- Shimizu quoted absently.
She came back from her thoughts and arched her eyebrows.
-What, Shimizu?
-Well, maybe it's nothing, but look at that car in front of us, approximatively thirty meters on the right.
Asada lowered her helmet visor and commuted the view to the external mode- Wich one?- she asked looking in front of her- The sporty one?
-No, the brown station wagon right behind.
Asada magnified the view and locked her visor on the told car. It seemed absolutely normal to her.
-Well? What?
-Wait a second, the sporty is turning right. Ah! Here we go.
The red sporty car turned right and let the field of view free in front of the tank. The car was a old sedan, dark brown with orange stripes on its right, but in all it seemed absolutely normal; Asada saw it stop quietly at the traffic lights.
-Shimizu, not that I want to seem hasty, but could you go to the point?- Asada began to become nervous.
-Look closer, there is only one person on the front seat and none other, nor trace of any packages on the roof.
-So?
-So, if I was not blind I would ask myself why its suspension are so low.- Shimizu noted sarcastically.
Asada blinked and used the magnification sistem of her visor examining the closest she could the car. She had to admit it was strange...
-Okay, go for it, but not to hasty, maybe it's just a dear, sweet granny out for some shopping.
The tank accelerated lightly and closed to the car, Shimizu switched the lights on and was ready to open the siren while, as the traffic lights were still red, the car jumped forth, over the crossing!
It's acceleration took everyone by surprise, Tires howled loudly as many cars tried to avoid the collision. Two did not reach the safe side of the street and a black Toyota smashed in the back of a white van propelling it over the crossing.
Shimizu nearly ripped the cloche away, as he tried to avoid the van. He succeded, but found himself covered in sweat.
 As he knew for sure he was behind the vehicle, in relative safety,he wished his brow and breathed loudly- Hey! What kind of grannies do you know?
-DON'T LOOSE HIM!-Asada shouted as she frantically controlled her fire position and double checked the main turret weapons.
-Commander! T-33 reports! We are following a dark brown and orange striped station wagon, right down Midori-Oh! Give us assistance! Over!
Habana's voice entered the communication- T-32 here! Asada! Push him to our side, we are ready to get them! Over!
-T-31 Here! Coming to help!-Leona's voice entered the line-Be careful and no heroics T-32 or I'll tell it to your wife! Ozaki over and out!
Habana shuddered. That was no fun.
No fun at all...
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Habana pulled the cloche and gently spun his tank around, facing the end of the street.
He checked the radar on his left side and saw the little red point blinking as it approached their position.
-Two minutes Shinozaki.- He reported calmly.
-Affirmative Sir. Chamber ready, HEAT shell ready, waiting for order!- 5 Shinozaki's voice was powerful, but somehow tense. He understood the problem of his gunner.
Actually shooting at that car was the last option, they could not afford the possibility of being right and find out it actually was a car bomb. 
He could nearly immagine the sight of the heat shell triggering the device and transforming the whole quarter in a mass of flame...
He double checked the radar and felt like he could smell the car approaching.
Suddenly the red point blinked quicker and he knew it was a matter of second till the car was in sight in front of the tank.
-He'll come from our right, try the left front tire, five degree depression, two meters in front of him.6
Shinozaki executed, letting the turret pivot and pointing the gun at the asphalt of the road. He gulped almost audibly and moved his hand in the glow that was surrounding it.
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-Position?- Leona's voice was cold and firm, but Anna read a rage inside almost as strong as a typhoon.
She looked at the radar and tiped under it on a little keyboard.
Leona looked at a little tridimensional model  appearing on the screen on her right side. They were almost there, a pair of blocks near.
Habana and Shinozaki stopped at the ending of a street, there where it crossed perpendicularly with the Sakura- Oh boulevard. Turning right he would have smashed directly in their face, turning left he could have run down Sakura- Oh directly into the park of Aoshima.
Not good.
-T-31 to T-33! Asada, follow him until the next intesection, then make him turn and run into T-32! You turn right and cut him the way to Aoshima Park! Over!
-Repeat? Over!- Asada sounded baffled.
-Cut him the damned road!- Leona shouted into the microphone, almost snarling Anna grimaced- Is it that difficult? Over!
-Any suggestion? Over. - Asada whined in  the comm line.
-WAKE UP ASADA! IT'S A DAMNED TANK YOU'RE IN! EXECUTE! OVER AND OUT!
She closed the line and looked at the radar again.
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Asada blinked, then put her left hand on the level cloche down at her right and fastened her grip on the  front cloche.
She switched to fire mode and the visor of her helmet fell down like a guillottine blade.
-Shimizu! Quick I neeed a balistic curve, three meter in front of him!7
Shimizu blinked  but executed, his fingers frenzyly typing on the keyboard as he entered the data and transmitted the result to the gunner position.
The little HUD put on the helmet flooded Asada's left eye with informations, as the red lines cascaded over her field of vision.
She examined them and in the same time let the turret rise lightly. A electronic sight covered her right eye, as the laser guided sistem targetted the spot.
-Are you sure?- Shimizu whined.
She gritted the teeth, took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger.
The muzzle of the tank cannon spit out a little tongue of flames  as the shell erupted from it an traveled with a low arc in front of the car, then, as if someone guided it's fate, crashed down, with a deep crackling thunderlike sound a couple of meters in front of the car.
There was a loud howl of tire as it tried to control the curve. It spun nearly on spot, leaving deep rubber marks on the road. Entering swift as wind the street on it's left.
Asada roared rising her right fist.
Done!
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-See?- Leona stated to none in particular- It was not that difficult after all. No?
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-Here it comes Shinozaki!- Habana saw the shape of the car enter the street and charge in them like it did not saw at all the little tank.
Shinozaki melted his eyes with the targetting sistem of his visor and said a little quick prayer letting his finger brush the trigger, sweating into his glove.
<Three, two, on..> His thought were cut down as the car bonnet exploded and flew away, like someone had ejected it, useless.
Shinozaki squeezed reflexively the trigger and let the shell fly free in the air.
The projectile traveled slowly, aimed at the ground in front of the car. Habana suddenly noticed something in the front of the motor section.
A section of the motor rised suddenly and revealed a custom v3000 engine, nitro propulsed...
-Shit!!!- Habana swore, as he saw the car accelerate sudenly and the low speed  projectile reaching for the spot it was aimed for, now occupied by the mad, rampaging vehicle.
For a short second images of the car torn to pieces and the subsequent explosion lighting the quarter, run into Habana's mind...
The shell touched ground in that moment, opening a crater in the street and tearing the car nearly apart.
<Uh?> Habana blinked as he saw the smoke cloud part and the car emerging uncharred; it was traveling with increasing speed after the explosion had rised the chassis and left her with two weels rised in the air.
The tank crew saw the car travel on it's right side weels, inclined in a most impossible position, reaching them at high speed.
Shinozaki understood it would have collided in a pair of seconds.
-SIR!- He yelled.
Habana pushed a button on his left and pulled the cloche against himself.
Suddenly it seemed as if the little tank had had the intention of actually dodging the incoming vehicle. His left side treads moved perpendicularly to the vehicle as a pair of powerful hidraulic pistons rammed from under the tank into the asphalt, boring deep cracks in it, inclining him on the right side.
Like a fat acrobath, the vehicle inclined on it's right side and immobilised itself, his left treads high in the sky.8
Inside a deep moan from Habana testified the state of the two crewmen...
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Leona heard the explosion with the external microphone sistem, thundering into her ears. She widened her eyes and looked into the screen in front of her, noticing that the front camera of Habana's tank gave a spun around image of the street.
<What the hell...> she could not finish her thought as she saw the car jump out from the street traveling on her right side weels.
With a swift brake hit the driver slowed the car, preventing it to ram inside the line of parked cars on his front, right side of the street.
The car glued on spot, then with a loud clanck fell on its left side, touching with all the four weels again.
Then his weels screamed  as the car started to run away, giving it's back to Leona's tank.
-Oh no, you don't!- Leona snarled and pulled the leveling cloche of her turret, rising it high.
Before Anna could actually understand what was happening she fired a shell. It traveled with a  high  curve and exploded a second after five meters in front of the turning car's left.
The car screeched and started to turn in the other direction, pointing at Bonaparte and accelerating steadyly.
Anna blinked, she hadn't given any balistic coordones, how could she...
Leona's voice cut her off- Anna! Charge! That's an order!
Anna grinned and pushed the cloche firmly as Bonaparte seemed  to jump forward like a wild stallion running free.
-Do we play chicken?- She asked checking the dropping distance indicator between the two cars on her front screen
-LIKE HELL!- Leona snarled furyosly.
-Thirty meters.- Anna stated looking at the car approaching.
-Twenty five.
-Do not move a centimeter!- Leona looked at the screen in front of her and saw the distance indicator drop down quicker and quicker from a second to the other.
-Twenty meters!- Anna's voice grew.
No! She would not let him escape <I have you now!> she thought feeling her mouth dry. She saw Asada's tank jump out from the street behind the car, almost hundreed meters away.
Too late...
-FIFTEEN METERS!- Anna shouted sweating and gulping down.
<SSSSSSSHIIIIIT !!!!!!> She cried in her mind.
-STOP!- She yelled .
Anna glued Bonaparte on place, hearing the tread digging into the road- LEFT! NOW!- Leona doubled her order.
She executed and the tank slid to the side, like a ninja hiding behind a tree, crashing in an helpless green car, parked on the side of the street, pushing it on the side walk an letting it roll twice until it stopped.
The car accelerated in front of them, about five meters away, noticing the opening they left for him.
Leona did not make a sound, she remained there and looked coldly as the car approached, as she saw him arrive, his front almost brushing the left side of Bonaparte.
She opened her fire options menu, touching a button under her right tumb, on the cloche in her hand and let suddenly the twenty millimeter rotating cannon spin around leaving him perpendicular to the tank.
Time stopped.
Leona did not look in the screen, nor in the periscope, she used the sound she heard from the external microphone sistem as a narrator.
She heard a screech as the driver tried desperately to stop the car, understanding the cannon would have stopped his car, then Bonaparte rocked strongly as the cannon inpacted into the V3000 engine, tearing him apart, then she heard the motor piece dive into the cockpit of the car crumbling it.
After a second that seemed eternal she heard two crashes.
She let her gaze drop and looked into the  screen in front of her, looking at her back view of the tank, and saw the car, out of control, had smashed into a parked car on the left side of the street, ten meters behind.
-Report.- She stated flatly
-Eh?- Anna had her glare fixed in front of her and seemed not ready for a conversation, right then.
-I said report. Wake up little one.- Leona smiled
Anna tore herself back to her work and quickly checked her computer- Operative 90%, we lost the left vulcan.
-Where is it?
-Well, I guess you should ask the owner of that F450 metal-blue Maserati parked on our left.- Anna stated embarassed- It flew trough, I do not think it will be something reparable.
-The bastard?
-No reactions whatsoever, seemed we got him.
Silence fell into the tank as Leona refused stubbornly to look to the other screens, fearing she saw something she did not like at all.
Suddenly something entered her field of vision in front of her. She blinked as she recognized the plastic bonbon package that she always brought into the tank for Anna.
-Here, I guess you earned this one!- Anna's voice sounded like she was under shock and her hand shook visibly.
-Hmmm.- She smiled and looked inside the sack- Are there lemon one?
-No, but we have Ananas and Kiwi.
-Kiwi then, I like it very much.- she took the bon bon an opened the paper wrapping trowing the candy in her mouth, savouring the taste.
Then, slowly they started to giggle, then the giggle widened and it became an irresistible laughter, that grew louder and louder...
-T-33 here, are you allright?- Asada's voice filled the tank. Worried.
They kept on laughing...
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Alessandro laughed louder and louder, desperately trying to catch air meanwhile. Anna had her head resting on the table as her arms covered it, like she wanted to soothe the sound she heard.
Uni leaned to the table with her left arm and stroke her sister's head with the other, looking at him sternly.
They both where cladded with their usual orange body , as they sat at the table finishing the dinner.
-Do you mind?- Uni hissed to the engineer.
-Sooorrrryy!- he tried to control himself, stopping suddenly, then he fumbled and after a short second started again, louder.
Anna moaned and shook her head on the table- Yes, go on, tear my hearth to pieces!- She whined, her voice muffled by her arms.
Uni lowered her head and kissed her hair mass- No, he does not mean that sis, but you have to admit...- She smiled slightly.
Anna roared rising her head- VERY WELL, YOU TWO CLOWNS! I'LL HAVE TO FIX BREKFAST TOMORROW! THINK OF THAT!
Alessandro, hearing that threat seemed to take control back and stopped his laughters, slowly, he kept on occasionally to giggle, but in all he stopped it.
-Sorry!- he wiped a tear away and rised from his seat, approaching to his angry girlfriend.
He leaned down and tried to kiss her; she moved her head away crossing her arms on her chest. He smiled and touched her face, then tilted her chin and kissed her slowly.
She sighed and calmed down.
-So it was not the right car?- He asked again stroking shortly her hair and then returning to his seat.
-No- Anna said dryly, shaking her head.
-Well? Then why had he such low suspension?- He leaned against his right hand and looked at her trying not to burst again.
-Well, partly it was the pumped engine, part the driver, which happened to weigh 150 kiloes and in the end we found a little compart hidden under the chassis with a kilo or so of sintho Blue-Ice. 9- Anna flushed embarassed.
-Well, in all it was not a total loss, no? How much was the stuff worth?- Alessandro asked, tensing as he already imagined the answer.
-Well, it was already refined, so, it was about... err... Let's say 200 thousand bucks- Anna stated, trying to put a hint of proudness in her voice and failing miserably.
-And... How much damages did you make?
Anna blushed crimson- It's a little early to say...
-Give me a guess. How much?
-Well, counting the cars, the asphalt cover...
-Well?
-About.- Anna Said something but her voice dropped to a whisper.
-Pardon?- Alessandro asked again, cupping his left hand on his ear.
She sighed- I said, five million bucks.
Alessandro smiled,then his smile widened as he tried to control himself, tears filling his eyes and all the muscles twitching madly.
-Please.- Anna begged with wide eyes, almost on the verge of crying- Please don't do it!
He nodded and took a deep breath,then looked at the table and into their dishes.
Part of a sort of pie, full of a mixture of vegetables and pasta was on the center of it and rest of it into each one dish.
He took the woodden spatula and scrubbed inside the baking- pan that contained their dinner.
-Well, does anyone want of this?- he looked at both.
Uni leaned against the chair and patted on her belly, smiling- Nope, thanks!
-What about you?- He looked at a depressed Anna sitting at his left side.
She just shook her head gazing down, he smiled- Come on! It's not your fault. Eat something.
-I know, but really I do not feel like eating right now. I'm pretty full actually.
He put the spatula down and clapped his hands together once- Gee! My mother would be proud of me sating someone like you two ladies!
-Your fault!- Uni smiled looking at him across the round table- It's a stodgy recipe.
Alessandro looked at the baking- pan, nodding- Actually you're maybe right. Well, I've got my lunch for tomorrow.
He turned around and looked at Anna who kept stubbornly her wounded expression.
-Stop it right now. It's enough!- he said acidly.
-Easy to say- She pouted, not looking at him.
-Look, none was wounded, you came back safely home and you stopped a drug dealer.- Anna shot him a dirty look, he resisted the urge of a smile- No, seriously, I'm proud of what you've done.
She did not answer.
-Are you not proud of you?
-' Suppose so, but the chief will have a word with us tomorrow...
-Well you'll think about it tomorrow- He cut her gently out.
-But...
-My mother used to say "To each day, its burden", I find she's right.
-Me too sis, we handle with it later.- Uni caressed her sister's left cheeck with the back of her hand and smiled.
Anna sighed and nodded.
Alessandro put both hands on the table and rised- Good! Now that we settled this, we'll do the following. You clear the table and I let you flow some water for a bubble bath. Deal?
Uni smiled and nodded, rising from her place and starting to collect the dishes.
Anna rised slowly and imitated her but her expression was not the usual light one.
Alessandro touched her chin and turned her face to him- Hey, don't I get a kiss and a smile?
She seemed not convinced at all. he kissed her lightly and waited until she did not feel like answering, after a short second he felt her lips react.
She kissed him and then hugged him over the shoulders resting her head on his left shoulder- Sorry.- She whispered.
-You do not have to. It happens to make mistake.
-It's the first time I care.- She noted flatly.
-It's the first time you've the responsability for it!- He stated quietly, hugging her back; he pushed her gently away and looked into her eyes- Welcome in the wonderful world of us workers.-He brushed her nose tip with his right index.
She smiled and nodded- Better that way- He approved looking at her expression-Now finish here, I'm back in a minute.
Anna started helping her sister as he walked quietly to the bathroom; before he reached it he looked back and saw Anna bowed on the table collecting the dishes.
He liked the view of her full body. 
Suddenly he spoke again.
-Oh my!- A hint of tension in his voice.
They both turned around and looked at him, puzzled- Something wrong?- Anna asked.
-Your butt is a little low darling. Are you hiding something inside or is it some defective piece?- he smiled croockedly at her.
Anna blinked, then realized the joke and her face twisted as she was invaded by rage.
-YOU...- She jumped over the low wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of the room.
Alessandro jumped inside the bathroom and locked the door.
-YOU'RE GOING TO COME OUT, YOU RAT!!! I'LL WAIT FOR YOU UNTIL HELL FREEZES IF NECESSARY!!!- Anna knocked on the door furious as never.
Uni heard him laugh into the bathroom and then call her- UNI! CALL POLICE! A TIGER ESCAPED FROM THE ZOO AND IS WAITING OUT OF MY BATHROOM!!- Then more laughters subsided.
Uni shook her head and looked at her sister, who was busy trying to tear the knob from the door.
-I guess you'll need something more.- She reached for the phone, near the couch and typed a number on it; after a pair of second someone answered- Yes, Oficier Uni Puma here, tank police, may I speak with commander Otonashi? Yes, thank you I'll wait.
Silence.
-Commander Otonashi? I've got an emergency here. How much time do you need to collect your SWAT squad?
Silence.
Uni shot a look behind her back and saw her sister's expression, hearing more laughters from the bath room- That long?
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Technical notes:  

1 Okay let's put it straight once for all; cyborgs and androids share, technically the same sensibility sistem, an artificial skin built of three layers of tissue (more information on the technical book). The difference is only that if a cyborg NEEDS that sensibility because he has part of his body who's still human (the brain and some more), an android USES it to communicate and study with the external world.
So, Anna felt pleasure, because she is supposed too, the fact she reacts positively or negatively (likes or dislikes) entirely depends on her AI level.
2 The platoon of Leona is the third police platoon of the first company of the first battalion of the district of Kinki, also known as the third platoon of Hyogo; it's composed from three squads, under the command of inspector Charles Brenten. Each squad has a squad commander in the person of Leona, Paku and Yon.
Twelve mechanics belong as well to the platoon as support crew.
3 Nitroglicerine is really a bad choice if you're searching for an explosive for such task; just imagine your path till the place in wich you'll have to park the car.
>From the other side it's really easy to create it even from simple home detergents. I wont tell you how, believe me on my word.  
4 Such a quantity of explosive would do much more damage than that!
Treath this last bit of information as a consequence of the fact that the autor does not like to write "pulp" fictions... 
5 Shinozaki opted for a HEAT (H-igh E-xplosive A-nti T-ank) instead of a standard twenty millimeter shell, for the simple fact that being designed to impact on a armoured surface, the explosion is more contained.
More than that, it will release a lesser number of splinters, very useful due to the fact we are in a urban area!
6 The idea is to aim a meter or so in front of a tire, counting that the strenght of the kinetic wave from the impact will suffice to pierce the tire or break the half-shaft
7 To impress to a shell such an angled curve on such a little distance is nearly impossible. Two possibilities:
One: The shell was  a low kinetic one and was aimed high in the sky. Two: The autor is a donkey.
8 Bonaparte is designed for road blocks, the two pistons are coupled to another pair from the other side, and are used to pin the vehicle to the ground.
The treads are designed to move perpendicularly to the chassis and angle themselves down, permitting a higher stability.
9 Blue-Ice is a drug obtained refining Crack cristals with copper monoxid ( that gives it the carachteristic light blue colour) and some other chemicals.
It has the form of little irregular cristals, and is used breaking it under the nose. It gives strong rapture and a nearly helpless addiction.
There is a variation of it, called  Dark- Skies, that is not more that the waste of the process that creates the first drug.
It's cheaper, but it's effect are nearly deadly