「 Breakout 」

「Area 11: Tokyo Settlement, Britannian Prison. 1930 September 3, 2017. 」

The Operation had Begun, and he separated from the rest of the Black Knights, venturing off alone to infiltrate the Prison. His target was the commanding officer, the leader, of the Four Holy Swords. He was to free him, it was probable that he would make an exemplary miracle maker, just like Zero. He was the reason why the Japanese Liberation Front was getting anywhere, it was because of the unrefined few that they had fallen so low.

It was rather sad that he had allowed himself to be captured for the others to get away. However that was definitely the best outcome. He wasn't going to die, and his unit was still around. People he knew, people he could count on.

With grappling gun in hand, he walked up to the east wall, the side in which the sun would rise from in several hours from now. Aiming upward, his eyes narrowed forward. He needed a clear shot, and within a few seconds he had what he wanted. Pulling the trigger, the compressed air shot out from the gun and the grappling hook expelled itself into the air and hooked onto the outer wall.

Putting a foot on the wall, he grinned to himself and took a deep breath. Even though he couldn't die, pain was a very real thing. Even though he didn't want to break anything, that didn't really matter.

He was immortal, but his mind was still mortal in the sense that he remembered what mortality was like. And he was used to being mortal.

Pressing the retraction button, he began scaling the wall. Each step was with ease, he took his time. While the sun was going down, he was virtually invisible due to his stealth equipment which wrapped light and sound around himself.

While others seemed to have focused on the development of the Knightmare frames, he focused on the smaller things, such as his cars and equipment. Knightmares didn't solve everything, they were just a very big tool and an even bigger weapon. Small arms usually did nothing against them, but his weapons in a few shots could take out a single frame. Or if concentrated, it only took a single shot to kill the pilot.

On his back was such a weapon. A sniper rifle based on the design of the pistol he had wielded prior. Though this one was built by Rakshata, after she had skillfully stole his pistol and disassembled it, it appears that he had given the Black Knights a greater weapon through this theft.

As he made it to the top of the wall, he drew the energy sword from his hip, but he didn't ignite it. With the lights beginning to turn on. He jumped from the wall and landed in the interior courtyard.

Landing with his legs bent and his arms out to the sides at an angle, his head leaned forward, he would glance up towards a group of guards who were startled by the sudden movement.

Turning around to see who was there, there was nothing. "This is Sentry Alpha 0, we have a probable breach. Secure all entranc... Nevermind, it was nothing." It seemed he had changed his mind on the matter in mid sentence. The others looked at him confused.

A grin formed over Graham's lips as he looked over at the guards. He stood up and began to walk passed them. Once he got within two meters of them, they could see the liquid mirror like outline of his body.

One of them raised their weapon to take aim, but before he could pull the trigger. "What was I doing again...?" He scratched the side of his head and lowered the gun. Confused of what had just happened.

Graham was obviously using the powers of his Geass to mess with the guards without their knowing. Since he wasn't seen, it wasn't all that obvious.

Walking up to the front door, he reached over and snatched a nearby guard's security card and swiped it. Once the door opened, he placed it back onto the guard's belt, before they could notice it was gone.

Waltzing inside as if it was just another day on the job, Graham looked over the receptionist. They were focusing mainly on their phone, not necessarily believing that anyone would be able to get this far.

She had to be around sixteen to eighteen years old. She had a classic bob cut, platinum blond hair and blue eyes.

When he walked around the desk, he gave a glance at the phone and it seemed she was playing some word scramble game. Nodding quietly to himself, he would tap her on the shoulder.

Since she was engrossed in the game, she gasped and almost jumped out of her chair before turning around. When she went to let out a scream, seeing the ghostly mirror-like figure in front of her, she found her mouth covered.

His eyes gazed over at the control panel at this particular receptionist desk. It had several screens which were cycling through various prison cells. There were also buttons to unlock certain ones. A grin formed over his lips. "Do you want to die, or will you follow my orders?" He asked in a hushed tone, she seemed to give him a cross look, which belonged to a Britannian Patriot.

"Right..." Graham's left cheek twitched slightly in annoyance, he placed the cylinder against her chest. This action initially confused her until she saw his finger course over a button-like shape on the item. In the moment she realized who it was standing before her, it was too late, as he pressed the button and a neon blue-green blade burnt through her in moments, before he deactivated it. Steam coming out of not only the wounds, but also her throat and nose.

"Pity," Graham sighed as he pushed the body out of the seat, taking the security card from her breast pocket and swiping it before using his Geass to bypass the additional passwords. All of the screens were switched over to the section his target was located in.

The whole area shook, the distraction had begun. Just as he glanced up from the cameras, he paused as soldiers were beginning to enter the room. "Ooh?" He said aloud, which made a few turn and look to the desk.

"Where'd Misty go?" One of them asked, before smelling the air, sniffing a few times as he took in a scent of burnt flesh. "What's that smell...?" Walking towards the desk, as soon as he saw the liquid-like silhouette standing over her corpse. "Son of a-!"

In that moment, dressed in his Lost One's armor, Graham became entirely visible with the blade activating once more. "Evenin' fellas~" He chimed with his distorted voice as he would proceed to leap over the reception desk, quickly decapitating the first soldier.

The officer in charge of the group pointed at him, "Concentrate on him!" However just as he gave that order, the front of the building collapsed on the remaining soldiers, crushing them.

"That was... Anti-climatic..." Graham muttered quietly before turning towards the entry door to the section Tohdoh was located in. "Time to go then!" He snickered as he saw the battle going on outside.

It was only a matter of time before Suzaku was sent in.

Slashing the door in half, he would kick it down and continue forward. Making his way towards the holding cell in which Tohdoh was being held in. He had a deal to uphold. As he was closing in on the area.

He narrowed his eyes on a man who was walking towards the cell with a pistol in his hand. They were readying to get rid of him before Suzaku could even put Tohdoh down. Growling quietly, but just enough to grab the notice of the man in front of him, he snickered.

Wipping around and pulling his gun up in front of himself, he had Graham in his sights. "Halt! This is a restricted ar–" He noticed mid way through his speech, this man wasn't stopping. That and the blade emanating that strange colored light, smelled of burning flesh and blood.

Tohdoh opened his eyes as he was meditating in his cell, glancing over towards the disturbance. His eyes opening incredibly wide as he watched the scene unfold. A masked man with a blade of light, slashed the officer who was sent to put him down. It cut through him like butter, it wasn't even a long swing. There was no pressure, it wasn't a regular sword.

Graham collected the security guards passcode and used it to open the cell, a grin forming over his lips as he looked at the commander as he rose to his feet. "Viva la Resistance, Mister Tohdoh. Viva la Resistance."

The phrase was in another language, but he probably heard it a few times before and nodded. At least he was able to recognize the last word and assumed it was along the lines of Long Live the Resistance.

Handing Tohdoh the dead man's gun, he'd smirk lightly, as the wall was suddenly broken beside them. Revealing Tohdoh's own Knightmare frame. "Time to go, my friend. We'll talk later."

"Friend?" He looked over the masked man for a moment before grinning himself, giving Graham's shoulder a pat before jumping into his machine. Once he was in the cockpit, he turned back to look at Graham to offer him a ride, but he was gone. Slightly puzzled, he closed the cockpit and joined the skirmish with the rest of the Holy Swords under Zero's command.

Under Zero's command, they were able to not only defeat the Sutherlands which were sent out to stop the escape and execute the prisoner. Of course, they all failed and were consequently lost. Because of this Suzaku was sent out to deal with the problem, but failed miserably as Zero ordered a skillful retreat.

Despite the fact that Suzaku failed, he was soon announced to be Euphemia li Britannia's knight to the Public. Two heroes, the White Knight called Lancelot and the man named Zero, with the mysterious Emperor wannabe wielding a deadly laser sword fashioned in the lightness of a Samurai's sword.

Standing on the roof of the prison, he watched as everything unfolded. His eyes watching over the Lancelot seventh generation Knightmare frame. "And so the plan begins," he snickered quietly to himself, looking up towards the VTOLs in the airspace above. It was clear everything was caught on camera, he waved as one of the lights shown on him, before vanishing into thin air.