The first raid

Sitting alone in my car, the waifus, my loyal companions, were ready for a mission that marked the beginning of my campaign for change. I had no qualms about violence; I understood from a young age that in certain situations, when it's the solution, it's the only solution. The deeply rooted problems of the ghetto and the hood demanded action. I would fight fire with fire.

I knew that there were many innocent people in these neighborhoods, people caught in unfortunate circumstances or manipulated and abused by the street gangs and criminal organizations. My parents had been among those innocents, caught in the crossfire, victims of the scumbags who controlled these areas.

My first goal was clear: to eradicate the street gangs. I understood the difference between organized crime like mafias and cartels and street gangs. These gangs were more like cliques or groups of thugs who just did crimes together, often targeting innocent people. I felt a twinge of fear when I considered tackling organized crime, and I couldn't ignore the feeling that street gangs did more harm to the people in the community, despite their relatively weaker firepower.

I didn't know exactly who had killed my parents, but I knew it was a battle between two gangs: Spinning 60's Blizzes, who wore red and were based on the Bloods, and 83 Thug Chips, who wore blue, based on the Crips. The corrupt police administration wouldn't do anything about these gangs, and I had my reasons to believe it.

So, I briefed my waifu squad, my team of loyal and capable warriors, and they geared up for the mission ahead. They hid their faces and prepared to execute our plan as covertly, quickly, and efficiently as possible.

The plan centered around a bug I had discovered in the summoning ability. When summoning and desummoning the squad, I found I could pick their spawn point wherever I could see visually. This worked even with binoculars. I would be a distance away in a car and would summon them within the territory of the rival gangs. Chaos would ensue.

To the world, it would be a formidable and dangerous operation. For anyone else, such an undertaking would be virtually impossible given the vast territory, enemy population, and civilians. But my squad had superhuman-like abilities and combat capabilities that were unrivaled.

I remembered the time when I had trained my waifus for battle in the warehouse. We'd had an intense 5v5 airsoft match, where the girls exhibited insane physical abilities, speed, aim like an aimbot, and strength.

~Flashback start:

I wanted to see the girl's abilities.

The converted the warehouse into a makeshift battleground, and it was where the girls would show me  their incredible skills and train them.

The girls didn't take it seriously, but I still got my information on their abilities like I wanted.

Sakura, her voice filled with enthusiasm, had declared, "Alex-sama, watch this headshot!" She squeezed the trigger with precision, sending an airsoft pellet right into the target's forehead. "Bullseye!"

Albeda, ever the strategist, shouted orders like a commander. "Alex, cover the left side! Sakura, maintain overwatch!" Her deep commitment was visible in her eyes.

Akima, true to her tactical nature, analyzed, "I've noticed a weak spot, Alex. Let's exploit it." Her sharp intellect was evident in the way she planned each move.

Erzoa was relentless, a whirlwind of motion. "No one can escape me!" she proclaimed as she dashed forward, spraying a burst of pellets. Her combat skills were awe-inspiring.

Mari, our guardian angel, flitted about gracefully, ensuring our safety. "Alex, if you need healing, just say the word," she smiled, her touch gentle yet capable.

We laughed, competing and training, and it was in those moments that we forged a bond that transcended virtual worlds.

In the middle of the firefight, Albeda, a vision of tactical prowess, suddenly shouted, "Alex, they've taken the high ground!" She slid gracefully behind cover, her Team Exfil Helmet gleaming in the dim light. Her voice was calm, but a spark of excitement danced in her eyes.

Akima, ever the sharpshooter, called out, "Alex, check this out!" She fired a rapid burst of pellets, but they weren't heading toward any target. Instead, they ricocheted off the wall in an intricate pattern, hitting the targets from unexpected angles. Her grin was one of triumph.

Erzoa, fearless and relentless, had disappeared into the shadows. Suddenly, she leaped from above, landing with incredible agility on top of a stack of crates. "Surprise!" she yelled, her scream more battle cry than playful jest. The enemies scattered, bewildered by her surprise attack.

Rem, with her signature gentleness, began healing the squad. "Don't worry, my love. I've got you," she murmured to an imaginary patient. As her hand touched Sakura's shoulder, Sakura played along and dramatically feigned injury, making the healing process more theatrical.

While these encounters were as amusing as they were intense, they showcased the girls' incredible combat abilities and left us laughing amidst the chaos. 

These girls were beasts.

~Flashback end~

As the sleek black SUV rolled to a stop at the outskirts of Spinning 60's territory, Chase took a deep breath and surveyed the scene. The neighborhood was dark and tense, a warren of decrepit buildings and overgrown alleys, filled with a nervous energy.

The waifu squad was all clad in stealthy black attire, their armor level 6 gear glistening in the dim streetlights. Chase knew the gang members were nearby, each clutching their illicit weapons, ready for the inevitable showdown. His fingers danced over the System's interface, and with a mere thought, his team appeared on the scene.

Chase was watching remotely from the POV of his squad via helmet cam from the car through his laptop.

As they moved through the apartment building in a coordinated assault, Chase and his waifu squad applied precise CQB tactics to breach and clear each room.

Erzoa, Albeda, and Sakura formed the front entry team. With a forceful kick, they burst into each room, their assault rifles leading the way, sweeping left and right in perfect unison.

Akima took the critical task of securing staircases and chokepoints, her tactical positioning ensuring no one could escape or surprise them.

In the tight spaces of the building, the waifu squad moved swiftly, their movements like a choreographed dance. They advanced with ruthless efficiency, switching from room to room, their actions precise and deadly.

"Room clear!" Erzoa would call out, signaling for Albeda to move in and secure the area.

Sakura's calm and commanding voice directed the movements. "On your six, Akima."

Akima, the silent specter of the squad, made sure no one could slip through their net. She was quick to silence any potential threats.

The gang members, caught off guard, couldn't react in time to the onslaught. Their hideouts became fatal traps as the waifu squad moved like a well-oiled machine.

Chase watched as the CQB tactics played out flawlessly, room after room. It was a brutal, no-holds-barred operation, and it was apparent that the waifu squad was unmatched in both skill and discipline. The gang members had never faced anything like this before.

The chatter of hidden criminals echoed in the air, and Chase could sense their presence close.

BOOM! The door of the first apartment was kicked open with a powerful thrust from Erzoa, revealing a startled gang member crouching by the window. Before he could react, Albeda's gunfire silenced him *BANG * BANG *BANG, leaving only the faint scent of gunpowder hanging in the air.

Akima moved gracefully up the stairs to the second floor. CREEEAK! The floorboard groaned under her step, but the gang members were too slow to react. *BANG *BANG *BANG her shots rang out like a deadly chorus as she swiftly cleared the area.

CRASH! As they reached the third floor, the door exploded inward, courtesy of Sakura's boot. The gang member inside barely had time to turn before a burst of bullets struck him down, causing a spray of crimson to decorate the walls.

CLATTER! A loud noise echoed from the kitchen. Akima had found a group of civilians and was quickly but gently securing them. "Civilians, stay down. We're not here for you," she assured them with a hint of kindness in her voice.

The waifu squad continued their relentless sweep of the building. Each room they entered was met with the same precise violence, the gang members often having no chance to react. Their voices of bravado were silenced one by one by the deafening retort of bullets.

In one of the apartments, the waifu squad found themselves in a standoff. CLICK-CLACK! The gang member inside chambered a round in his shotgun. "Oh S***!" he exclaimed as he clutched the weapon, but it was too late. Albeda's bullet met its mark, causing the weapon to fall from his lifeless grasp.

As the gang members fell, their voices turned from boasts to desperate pleas. "Wait, I surrender, we can talk about this," one of them stammered as he crumbled to the floor, a look of terror in his eyes.

In the dimly lit apartment, civilians cowered in fear, trembling as they witnessed the intense operation unfolding before them. A mother held her child close, whispering soothing words as she cast terrified glances at the ruthless gang members who had ruled their lives for far too long.

The waifu squad's commands and tactical callouts echoed through the apartment, drowning out the gang members' cries. The civilians, caught in the crossfire, clung to the hope that this could be the end of their nightmare.

And in the end, the apartment stood as a symbol of both tragedy and salvation, a place where justice had finally prevailed. Chase and his waifu squad left behind a pile of papers in the houses, reading: "We are Rogue Retribution, and we are the reapers who will eliminate the enemies of peace and prosperity."

Later the same night we did it again to the other gang involved in my parents death, with the same result of course and not even a scratch on my girls. Whoever killed my parents was likely dead.

News stories started flooding in, and named detectives were in shock and awe of the events. They recounted the situation through dialogue, attempting to piece together the chaos and figure out what had just unfolded in the heart of the ghetto. The waifus and I had made our mark, our declaration of war against the gangs that had ravaged these neighborhoods for far too long.

Raids:

In the darkened apartment, chaos had erupted as my waifu squad breached the hideout. Gunfire filled the air as the gang members, draped in their fiery red colors, reached for their weapons in panic. Sakura, our valiant guardian, didn't hesitate; she took a shot, her bullet finding its mark with ruthless precision. The gang member collapsed, clutching his chest, crimson splattering the graffiti-covered walls.

I watched as Albeda, unwavering and resolute, took out another with a single, calculated shot. His body crumpled to the ground as the room echoed with the sound of gunfire.

Akima, her visage cold and unyielding, eliminated a third gang member, a well-placed headshot ensuring he'd never threaten the neighborhood again.

Erzoa, fierce and determined, eliminated two gang members who had tried to resist. Their bodies slumped against the graffiti-covered walls as she scanned for any other threats.

The civilians, petrified and huddled together, observed the swift, merciless justice that Rogue Retribution had delivered. We had to be ruthless in our approach, knowing that these gang members had tormented this community for far too long.

As the room was secured, we didn't just stop at neutralizing the gang members. We moved methodically, looting valuable intel, weapons, cash, and any other items that could help dismantle the operations of the Spinning 60's and 83 Thug Chips. This was a war, and we couldn't afford to hold back.

Our waifu squad was a force to be reckoned with, and it was time for these gang members to learn that their reign of terror was over.

  ~A Short while later on Local Nightly News

The studio lights cast a harsh glare on the news anchor's concerned face as he stared into the camera, the urgent jingle of a breaking news report blaring through TV screens across the city.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We interrupt your regular programming for this urgent breaking news. Just hours ago, a covert operation took place in the heart of the city's most notorious neighborhood. Vigilantes, self-identified as 'Rogue Retribution,' infiltrated and targeted the criminal organizations that have plagued these streets for far too long."

The screen transitioned to video footage of the apartment building where the operation took place, with police cars and emergency vehicles surrounding the area.

"What you are witnessing is the aftermath of a highly organized and lethal operation. We have reports of intense gunfire, and witnesses say that several criminal figures known to the authorities were among those targeted. The individuals behind these actions remain unidentified."

The camera cut to footage from inside one of the apartment units, showing scattered papers with the group's declaration.

"In multiple locations, these vigilantes left behind a chilling message, stating, 'We are Rogue Retribution, and we are the reapers who will eliminate the enemies of peace and prosperity.'"

The news anchor took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure.

"The motive and identities of 'Rogue Retribution' remain unclear. However, their actions are a brazen challenge to the criminal organizations that have long held this neighborhood hostage. Detectives and authorities are currently on the scene, attempting to gather evidence and piece together the events of this unprecedented operation."

The screen transitioned to images of police officers and detectives inspecting the scene.

"We must stress that these actions should not be taken lightly. Vigilantism is illegal and potentially dangerous. While there are many who may applaud 'Rogue Retribution' for their audacious move, the rule of law exists for a reason, and these matters should be left to the authorities."

The camera cut back to the news anchor, who looked somber as he concluded.

"We will continue to follow this developing story as more information comes to light. Stay tuned for updates on this highly controversial and complex situation."

The breaking news report concluded, leaving viewers across the city in a state of shock and intrigue, all wondering about the enigmatic 'Rogue Retribution' and what they might do next.

~Detectives on Scene

Detective Sarah Davis leaned back in her chair, her voice laden with concern. "Mike, this Rogue Retribution isn't messing around. They're ruthless, and they're going after everything the gangs hold dear."

Detective Mike Ramirez nodded, his brow furrowed. "These vigilantes are hitting these guys where it hurts the most. It's not just about taking out the members; it's about crippling their operations."

Captain Jackson sighed deeply. "We need to tread carefully here. These guys are a wildcard, and we don't know what their endgame is. But maybe, just maybe, they're the chaos this neighborhood needs to finally find some peace."

The detectives couldn't help but admire Rogue Retribution's ruthlessness, even as they struggled to understand the bigger picture. They were unlike any vigilante group they had encountered before.