[b]Balibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022, 20:47 UTC+8[/b]

Cornelio Malong was about to reply, but then he heard the sounds of fire, of mobs, of chaos, and [i]Salamin[/i] shifted to show scenes of [i]zombies[/i] - The infected human variant, not the undead kind - rampaging throughout the neighborhood. He then gave a sigh and said, "You have your answer; while I did not know that the Chinese would resort to [i]a  zombie virus[/i], I did not want to bother the other Arms Masters here as they're supposed to protect the city from any major terrorist incident. So yes, I was asking [i]a child[/i] to do my dirty work; how like the political clans I am seeking to dismantle."

He chuckled and spoke, "I've changed my mind; I'm taking care of Flores Corriente myself instead of asking [i]kids[/i] to do it. I do still need you, though,... So I'm offering 100,000 Philippine Pesos to get me out of here; is that good enough? After that, we need to link you with First Lieutenant Alonso's 'Task Force Obsidian'; they can take care of you better than I can, I think?"

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Noel Alonso was expecting to have to confront a mob but was not expecting the mob to be mixed with [i]zombies[/i], zombies that were not actually undead but rather infected living beings. So the First Lieutenant swallowed his pride as he pulled out his radio and called the rest of Task Force Obsidian, including Qingshe, "Task Force Obsidian, we need your help - Qingshe, you have full authorization to quarantine the infected in your shadow until a cure is found!"

Certain people might find him incompetent, but he knew when to use every resource available. Deftly sidestepping a burst of bullets on instinct, Noel swung his Noble Arm to try and invoke La Luna's power of enchantment, but found out that aside from copies of Qingshe's shadow, which he did not know how to use yet - 

"What are you doing?!" he heard Myron's voice call out as the latter and his knot of MPs, who had shot their way through angry lynch mob and zombie alike with their guns. "You're authorized to shoot to kill here! These aren't civilians anymore - Defend yourself while waiting for Qingshe and the others to save the rest!"

Myron was right; he should at least defend himself while doing his duty - Command. So Noel sent a radio to all military and police units in Angeles City, saying, "First Lieutenant Noel Alonso requesting a quarantine of the Balibago Neighborhood! Repeat, First Lieutenant Noel Alonso requesting a quarantine of the Balibago Neighborhood!"

The reply was immediate, "Affirmative; should we ask the Air Force for an airstrike?"

Noel was repulsed by the notion, "No! Primary-friendly assets are here! Give us 45 and we'll have it under control!"

[i]45 minutes, Noel?[/i] he thought to himself. [i]You're really depending on Qingshe now...[/i]

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Amadeo Balagtas was flying above Balibago, his Noble Arm giving him the power to act as an aerial asset in lieu of Indra Larsdottir, who had returned to the Ukranian front. Right now, he was scanning the streets for any clue as to whoever started this whole mess. 

He didn't expect to find one almost immediately, as he saw a man throw a knife at the neck of a woman carrying a baseball bat and then after wounding her slightly, telekinetically pull said knife out to stab her a second time, in the lower abdomen; strangely enough, the man had a standoff with a stray cat as the woman raged somewhere else, ignoring her fatally bleeding wound. Was that man American? He clearly looked like one, and he had cause to defend himself if he was... But he did not look like a listed volunteer.

Amadeo regretted not having the precision to drag that man's breath from his lungs from a distance. However, what he did have was a height advantage and access to the Philippine Military's Arsenal, including a [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barrett_M82]Barrett M82[/url] strapped to his side.

Lock, load, swirl a few winds around himself to compensate for the recoil, and he was ready to shoot - But first, a warning.

"Oi, you a Volunteer?! If so, state your name and purpose!" Amadeo was not precise enough to carry sound specifically to other people's ears yet, so he settled for being loud. 

Jason would be able to turn around to see someone shooting at him from the air - A redheaded man, one who looked like an American-Asian himself, but whose face and expression betrayed privilege that most of them did not have. A redheaded man just barely out of boyhood, with androgynous features that mixed masculine and feminine perfectly.

And one dead-set on confronting him...

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