The de Danaan approached quickly. Mao's M9 waited with outstretched arms.
"All right!" hooted Mao, catching the incoming Arbalest. "Urzu Seven recovered! Admission from hatch four: complete!"
"Hatch four closure commencing! Two more seconds," reported the duty officer, whose screen read secrecy maintenance. "Closure complete."
Teletha Testarossa nodded and said: "Hard to starboard, course 205, full combat speed. Mind the depth, please! "
"Aye aye, ma'am. Hard to starboard, course 205," echoed the navigation officer. "Maximum speed!"
The ship lurched right, chopping through the surface waves. Enemy fire splashed haphazardly around it.
The screen's velocity display shot up past fifty knots, close to thirty-five miles per hour.
The fastest any normal submarine could travel was forty knots, but the de Danaan easily broke through that barrier. The on-screen speedometer continued to increase.
"Present speed, sixty-five knots."
Seventy-five miles per hour!
This freakish cruising ability was what enabled the de Danaan to get to the coast in such a short amount of time.
Quickly, the ship fled the coast.
"When we reach a depth of one-hundred sixty-five feet, flood the main ballast tank and set the diving angle to five degrees," ordered the navigation officer. "Maintain present speed."
"Aye! Beginning planned dive," responded the helm officer.
Tessa and Mardukas closely watched the diving procedures.
"This is the first time we've pushed it this hard," Mardukas commented.
"The super-conducting propulsion system?" clarified Tessa.
The executive officer nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am. It seems tough. From our preliminary tests, I thought it would be more delicate."
"I'm surprised, too." Tessa smiled and looked at her screen before adding, "I guess that's strange for its creator to say, isn't it?"
She returned her attention to passing a series of patrol boats.
Freshly patched up, Sousuke returned to the hangar.
Kaname and Kurz both were conked out in the medical office still.
The hangar was quiet; noise regulations throughout the ship prohibited the maintenance crew from working there.
Covered in bandages, Sousuke gazed at the kneeling ARX-7 Arbalest. Splotches of mud and grass stains marred the white exterior. The armor was a mess, and the lower right part of the head was missing.
In this light, it was just an AS—an eccentric prototype mech based on the M9 Gernsback. But what on Earth was…
"Looking pretty terrible," declared the lieutenant commander, approaching from behind Sousuke. "What happened to Gauron?"
"He died. No mistake this time."
"I see. I wish I could have been there for that." Kalinin sighed. "You look like you have more to say."
"Yes, sir. What exactly is the Lambda Driver?"
Kalinin seemed prepared to answer this frank question. "I heard rumors Gauron had one."
"Yes, he did. And this AS has one, too, if I'm not mistaken."
"You're correct. When I heard that Weber's M9 got totaled, I knew it was a possibility. That's why I sent the Arbalest. It takes an AS with that kind of firepower to stop one of the same."
Now Sousuke understood why they had flung an unmanned, highly valuable, experimental mech into enemy territory.
"That still doesn't answer my question," persisted Sousuke, "about the Lambda Driver."
"You don't need to know. Not at this stage."
"Lieutenant Commander, I am aware of rudimentary physics, but I've never heard of a device with powers like that."
"Of course not. No one in this world has thought of it."
"What do you mean?"
"Your generation probably hasn't realized it," Kalinin said heavily, "but today's weapon technology is abnormal. It started with the AS. The Lambda Driver, ECS, this ship's propulsion system, sensors—it's all overdeveloped. Any way you look at it, it's weird. Don't you ever think it's strange that sci-fi robots dominate the battlefields?"
Commanding a mechanized assault division was an everyday activity for Kalinin, so Sousuke was surprised to hear him say something like that.
"Today, I thought so for the first time," answered Sousuke. "I've felt it for a long time—many people think weapons like this shouldn't exist. But the reality is that they do. I don't know who thought them up, but the theories and technologies are real. And society understands that."
Sousuke didn't know what to say.
"But, as I said, things like this really shouldn't exist" Kalinin stared at the Arbalest, finding the indispensable mechanical ally somewhat grotesque. "Who the hell dreamed up this technology—Black Technology—that drives current weapons, like the AS? Do you know where it came from?"
"Perhaps people like Chidori? The ones called the Whispered."
"I'm not allowed to say, but it's possible." Kalinin walked over to get a closer look at the Arbalest's damage. "In regards to Chidori, the intelligence bureau will handle the situation by spreading false information."
"False information?"
"Most likely that Gauron's group investigated her and she turned out to be a non-Whispered. She should be safe, but we'll still have to be ready in case an enemy wants to kidnap her. We'll destroy their bases and rescue her as many times as we have to."
Kaname might be able to live a normal life.
The idea appealed to Sousuke, but he still felt a great sense of loss. His next mission awaited, and there would no longer be a place for him in Kaname's life. He felt Jindai High School, its hallways, and its people quickly fading.
"However," Kalinin began, interrupting Sousuke's thoughts, "this incident was a good precedent. It'll be easier to have insurance."
"Sir?"
"You've done well. Get some rest."
With that, Lieutenant Commander Kalinin walked away.
Epilogue
Hurtling toward the earth, Kaname saw a large, steel hand come out of nowhere.
Hub? The next time Kaname opened her eyes, they were pressed into a white pillow. The IV stand next to her did not block her view of a rectangular window, which presented a pleasant view of a damp cherry tree.
She was in a private hospital room.
"About time you woke up," stated a young nurse sitting next to the bed. She was prettier than her demeanor would suggest.
"Where am I?"
"A hospital in Tokyo. It's May first. You've been asleep almost two and a half days now, ever since that unidentified ambulance brought you in. You're bruised and sprained, but nothing's broken. If they gave you only one dose of those drugs—"
"Wait, who are you?"
"Ha ha. I guess I don't look like a nurse, after all. This uniform makes my shoulders stiff. If Sousuke weren't so rough, I wouldn't have to do these kinds of things."
"Sousuke? Are you one of his colleagues?"
"More or less… So, now that you're awake, I'll give you some advice: The bad guys at the base gave you drugs, and then you passed out. The next time you woke up, you were here, and you don't remember anything else. Forget about Sousuke, Kurz, the white AS, all that stuff."
"In other words, you want me to keep Mithril a secret?"
"Well, that's up to you. People connected with the Japanese military have heard of us. But if we—or you, yourself—were identified, the police probably wouldn't let you go home. So, keeping that in mind: You remember nothing. Stick to that story. I'm sure the police will question you tomorrow."
The faux nurse stood up. "Also, I want to thank you."
"Thank me?"
"Yes, Miss Chidori. You saved my men. They owe you their lives." When the woman offered a handshake and a serious expression, Kaname found herself flustered.