Slowing down to think, you realise that there's only one place you can possibly go that's safe; the Chinese Federation Consulate, which was a short distance across town. With any luck, the Chinese would be willing to offer asylum. "Okay, I've got a plan; we'll head to the Chinese embassy! But... we'll need some wheels first, and I think I know just how to find them." "Hm," said C.C. in a vaguely amused voice. "Now, that's more like it."
Taking off down the nearest alleyway, you and C.C. manage to run a short distance before the distinctive sound of rolling Landspinners catches your attention. Hiding behind some trash cans, you watch as a Sutherland with crimson Purist Faction markings slowly trundles into the alley, scanning the area with its Factsphere camera. 'Scheiße, he must have spotted me...' Thinking quickly, you activate your Geass and disguise yourself as the Britannian Special Forces officer who stopped you earlier.
"Halt!" yells the man inside the metal warrior, shining a blinding spotlight in your face. "Identify yourself!" Stepping out from behind the cans, you stand up straight and say in your most snobbish faux-Britannian accent, "Myself? You're talking to a Captain of the Special Forces, soldier! Get out of that thing and show me some I.D.!" Suddenly less confident, the voice responds, "Uh, er, yes, Sir! Right away!" The canopy slides open, and a tall, blond-haired man in a blue dress uniform lowers himself down on the zipline. He stands ramrod-straight and salutes, introducing himself as, "Lord Kewell Soresi, at your service, sir!"
Kewell begins to pull out his I.D. papers, but you stop him, saying, "That's enough. I've received word from Headquarters that I am to... er, appropriate your Knightmare for the time being. Head back to base now; that's an order!" Looking genuinely confused for a moment, Soresi quickly recovers and salutes again. "Uh, yes, my Lord! As you command. Here are the keys; the activation code is THX-1138." Tossing the key to you, he walks off down the alley you came from, muttering something about, "How come those Special Forces guys get to have all the fun... ?"
As you drop your psychic veil, C.C. pops out from behind the garbage and congratulates you. "Bravo, Mr. [?]. You're catching on quite fast; my last contractor was already dead by this time." "Yeah, thanks," you reply, slipping back into German. "Don't just stand there, get in! We're not going to reach the Consulate standing around like damn statues!" As the two of you awkwardly cram yourselves into the cockpit, C.C. asks, "Do you even know how to drive this thing?" Your mind flashes back to your time as a member of the EU Army's German branch, piloting the Panzer-Hummel Knightmare Frame. Having been drafted at 17, you showed great skill and rose through the ranks quickly, becoming a member of the elite Death's Head Squadron. At 21, after completing your tour of duty, you decided to pursue your dreams and become a diplomat, which landed you where you are now.
"Of course, I do!" you answered smugly. Starting up the Sutherland, you make your way toward the consulate, steering around the ongoing battle in the ghetto. You briefly catch a glimpse of a mysterious, white-and-gold Knightmare of a type you've never seen before, but quickly dismiss it and keep driving. Arriving at the gates of the embassy, you pull over and fire a flare to get their attention. Within minutes, two of the CF's awkward-looking Gang-Lou Knightmares and a squad of armed men surround your Sutherland. Their leader, a well-built man with long, black hair and a sword at his belt spoke through a megaphone.
"I am Commander Li Xingke of the Chinese Federation Military," he yells. "Are you friend or foe, Britannian?" Opening the cockpit and placing your hands on your head, you respond in your admittedly shaky Chinese, "First, I'm not Britannian, I'm from the EU. Secondly, I've come seeking asylum from Britannia; are you willing to offer it?"
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