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MHA185- WEM
🕑 Added 2025-07-26 21:09:44 +0000 UTCThe safe house was a nondescript, worn-down building outside of Wakayama, sitting just far enough from the Gunga Mountain Villa to avoid immediate suspicion. Re-Destro, Skeptic, and Trumpet arrived under the escort of Dabi, who led them inside with nothing more than a few grunts and a nod toward the furniture. It wasn't much, just some battered chairs, a table that had seen better days, and a couple of crates stacked in the corner.
Skeptic adjusted his glasses, scanning the room like it personally offended him. "This is what you are giving us?"
Dabi leaned against the doorway, lighting a cigarette. "What, you expected a five-star resort?"
Trumpet crossed his arms. "You could at least pretend to have some level of organization. The PLF doesn't operate out of abandoned shitholes."
Dabi exhaled a slow drag, smoke curling through the air. "Relax. You are only here for a few hours. The boss doesn't want you near the main operation until it is time."
Re-Destro, who had been quiet up until now, rolled his wheelchair in, rubbing his temples. "Fine. We will wait."
They didn't get the chance.
The second Dabi flicked his cigarette to the ground, the room exploded into movement.
Edgeshot's attack came first, fast and lethal. He slipped in through the cracks, striking before anyone could register his presence. Skeptic barely had time to react before he collapsed, a pinpoint strike knocking him out cold.
Best Jeanist followed, threads snapping forward, binding Trumpet before he could so much as shout.
Gran Torino slammed into Re-Destro next, the old man's speed turning him into a blur as he struck, forcing the Liberation Army's leader to the floor before he could activate his Quirk.
The moment Skeptic's body hit the floor, Trumpet thrashed against Jeanist's threads, but they held tight, wrapping around him like a noose. Re-Destro grunted under Gran Torino's weight, struggling to move in his chair, his hands clenched as he tried to activate his Quirk. A sharp jab to the back of his neck stopped that thought before it could turn into action.
No one spoke for a second. The whole thing was too easy. Too clean.
When they turned to the side, Dabi was staring at them.
Jeanist's grip tightened on the fibers around Trumpet. "Are you the insider?"
Edgeshot reappeared by the window, wiping blood off his hand. His eyes swept the room once more, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Gran Torino moved in, stepping between Jeanist and Dabi. "You are Ryuu's contact, aren't you?"
Dabi tilted his head, grin splitting wide. “I am. But not Dabi.”
Everyone shifted slightly.
“If you see the real Dabi, attack on sight,” he warned.
Gran Torino squinted. "Ah. The lass. Toga, was it?"
Dabi’s smile didn’t fade. He threw both arms out with a dramatic shrug. “You are sharp, old man.”
In that moment, the trap closed, and the rest of the board didn’t even know the game had changed.
While the Commission poured resources into their shiny frontlines, the real play had already started.
At Jaku, near the hospital…
The raid was about to begin.
The Commission had set their pieces, convinced they were in control. The Hospital Raid Team, led by Endeavor, was ready to storm Jaku General Hospital. The Villa Raid Team was preparing to hit Gunga Mountain Villa. The Evacuation Team was moving into position to get civilians out of Jaku before shit inevitably went south. And, as expected, the Commission had left the trainees to play cleanup with the Villa Backup Team.
It was a massive operation. The Commission dumped every big-name cape they had into this mess, like throwing glitter on a dumpster fire and praying it stuck. This was their big move, the moment they had been waiting for. But, just like we knew, the PLF was waiting. They had been waiting. The Commission was walking straight into a fucking ambush, and most of them had no clue.
SCI moved separately. We weren't following their plan—we were following ours. The Villa was where most of the fighting would go down, but our target was already secured. We had Re-Destro, Skeptic, and Trumpet locked down before the war even started. That meant the PLF's leadership was already cracked, leaving the League to deal with the fallout.
But then there was the real issue—Shigaraki.
He was at Jaku, deep in the hospital's secret labs, still undergoing whatever twisted upgrade Garaki had planned for him. The Commission was convinced they could take him out before he woke up. We knew better. We knew he wouldn't stay down. And if they weren't ready for that, they were going to get wiped out.
That was why we were here.
[MAIN QUEST: CHOOSE YOUR BATTLEGROUND
Two fronts, one night and one dumbass.
A) Punch ugly science mistakes in the face until they stop monologuing.
B) Stealth, speed, zip-ties, and no time to argue about ethics.
C) Sleep is for people who don’t juggle national disasters.
Nothing is locked. Pick a lane, switch mid-run, or bail early, I
don't care. God will, and your conscience will.
REWARDS:
Each front cleared = +4000 XP baseline
+30 Stat Points you may assign anywhere
1 Mystery Loot Roll (table shifts with the path you chose)
FAILURE:
Bones snap = hospital bill, recovery arc, missed classes
Screw the timing = Someone wakes Buff Mode or some keeps leaders
Walk away too late = Commission headlines you as “reckless vigilante”
PATH A: (“Stay, Smack, Contain”)
Thin the speaking ugly monsters so your side can hold line
Rip minimum one Pale Bitch pod-seal or break a clone’s console
Hand command to Aizawa / Mirko, exit intact
+2000 XP per Speaking Monster neutralised (cap 3)
Passive: “Nomu Notes” - minor advantage vs. regen freaks, future
PATH B: (“Sneak, Snatch, Vanish”)
Rendevous with Selkie, breach servant tunnel
Zip-tie top brass
Deliver cargo to Nezu’s van before enemy rally forces
+250 XP per exec secured (uncapped)
Skill: “Quick Bind” - faster non-lethal takedown
Bonus Slot if no civilian casualties on your route
PATH C : DOUBLE-DIP (“Because Why Sleep?”)
First place breach wave - kill momentum, leave others in charge
Sewer-sub hop - arrive the second place mid-chaos, extraction run
+3000 XP cross-front completion bonus
Title: “Dual-Wielding Disaster” – minor cooldown buff on dash skills
Unique Hidden Item roll (only spawns if you finish both)]
I stood in an empty building with the rest of the heroes, waiting for the signal. Mirko was next to me, arms crossed, watching the others talk. Endeavor led this part of the operation, but SCI had already warned him, Garaki was a clone, and the hospital was packed with High-End Nomu. Not the usual mindless brutes, but the ones that could think, react, and fight without needing commands, the ones that beat him to peak long ago.
Tsukauchi stood near Aizawa, eyes flicking between us and the hospital in the distance. “If the intel is correct, and these Nomu don’t need voice commands, we’re looking at a completely different fight.”
Endeavor’s jaw tightened. “How many are we expecting?”
Tsukauchi sighed. “No solid number, but at least half a dozen High-Ends, maybe more if the lab’s been operating at full capacity.”
Mirko scoffed. “Oh, that is cute. Was hoping for double digits.”
Cool. So, six regenerating flesh dolls hopped up on Red Bull and daddy issues. Great odds. Ten outta ten. Can’t wait.
Aizawa side-eyed her but didn’t bother saying anything. He knew better.
Crust shifted. “They are not the usual kind. If they are thinking, they will strategize.”
“Not a problem,” Mirko muttered. “They won’t have time.”
Aizawa cut in. “They will. And if they see an opening, they will take it.”
Endeavor looked at him. “Meaning?”
“They will prioritize threats. If they register Mirko as a bigger problem, they will focus on her first.”
I smirked. “She can handle it.”
Endeavor snorted sharply, but his focus stayed on the hospital. “The priority is Garaki. The second we confirm he is a clone, we move deeper. Shigaraki is the real target.”
Tsukauchi adjusted his earpiece. “Evacuation team is already in motion. Once we are in, they will clear out the area.”
“Assuming there is anything left to clear out,” Mirko muttered.
Pixie Boob, standing near Mandalay, shook her head. “You make it sound like we are going to level the whole place.”
Mirko grinned. “Maybe.”
Aizawa spoke up. “Once we breach, we need to be ready for whatever failsafes they have. The League is too prepared for this to be simple.”
Tsukauchi nodded. “Which is why we are not following the Commission’s timeline. We move five minutes early.”
Endeavor’s eyes flicked to him. “They will notice.”
“Not before it is too late,” I said.
Endeavor didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t argue. “Fine.”
Mirko cracked her neck. “So, we starting this or what?”
Aizawa exhaled, looking toward the hospital again. “We start now.”
I drew my latest weapon and let it rest on my shoulder. The bat hummed like it knew violence was close. Three hundred kilos of reinforced spite and emulated quirks, built to make someone’s day turn into a tragic flashback. Looked like overkill. It was.
Mirko slapped my back so hard, it rattled my spine. “You better put my hairs in good use.”
I gave her a grin. “Oh, it was more than a good use. Might name this thing ‘Domestic Violence’ if it hits like I think it will.”
“Classy,” she muttered, cracking her knuckles.
Mandalay’s voice buzzed in our comms. “Positions locked. Awaiting breach confirmation.”
“No one’s waiting,” Aizawa answered. “Go.”
Mirko took off first. No words, no dramatic countdown, just a blur of white hair and momentum straight into the hospital’s reinforced side wall. Concrete split in her wake. Alarms didn’t even get the chance to scream before we were already moving in after her.
I followed behind her. The hallway she opened spilled out broken walls and surprise, two orderlies, both wired with tech and not nearly human enough. One tried reaching for something on his belt.
He got my bat instead.
WildCard Ex Machina hit him with a wet CRACK, and he bounced off the ceiling like a meat pinata before cratering into the floor. WEM twitched in my grip, eager for round two. Easy girl, easy.
The other one tried to run.
Too slow.
Mirko kicked his knee backward and folded him like cheap luggage. “Move.”
Endeavor scorched through the opposite stairwell, fire clearing a path up to the surgical floor. “Garaki’s location confirmed."
Crust took the hallway to the left, shields breaking through the next layer of walls. “We need the lab entry now.”
Mirko tore through another door with her elbow and dropped a nurse-clone with a heel to the face. The thing crumpled before it even blinked. I slid past her and took the left wing. Two guards in lab coats stepped out, saw me, froze, then drew taser batons like that was going to help.
The first one got a boot to the gut, bounced off a wall. The second managed a jab toward my side, I swung WEM. He slammed through the counter and stayed there.
“Left is clear,” I called out. Mirko didn’t reply, she was too busy planting some poor bastard into the linoleum.
Thirteen and Manual moved up behind us, setting foam barriers and turning off corridor fire-suppression lines. We moved past ICU signs, through busted doors, into a surgical wing that reeked of bleach and something too clean to be human. Garaki was ahead, hunched near a terminal, typing like none of this shit outside mattered.
I swear, he looked like he was logging out of Craigslist. Maybe searching for spare kidneys.
WEM shivered like it sensed boss music loading. Garaki didn’t flinch. Guy was typing like we were the interns late to a budget meeting.
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Without Quest, it was 1702 words, so yes a little shorter than 1800 words standard I try to keep.
hector lyng
The episode was shorter??? But the appetizer was good. I expect blood, drama, and mind-blowing.
