Chapter 14: Abduction (4)

“Did you get everything?”

“Yeah, the sounds I’ve been hearing for a while are ominous, and things are getting dangerous on the Prefect Team’s side. Let’s hurry.”

I put the request target in a travel carrier, grabbed an anti-tank gun, personal weapons, some documents, and valuables, and left.

It’s been quite a while… No, we’ve moved around often, so it’s not a hideout we’ve used for that long, but I’m leaving a hideout that I might have become a little attached to.

I take off my helmet.

The Guragura Helmet Gang is no longer any concern of mine.

My subordinate, no, my friend, also takes off her helmet.

Her long black hair flows down.

Every time I see it, I think about growing out my short red hair…my friend’s hair.

I wonder when it started.

It’s been rare to see it since I started wearing a helmet.

At some point, I almost never saw it.

“Let’s go…if we’re lucky, we might be able to avoid that pigeon b*tch…”

With that, I moved to the vacant room on the floor connecting the factory building to the warehouse, wishing for a bit of luck for me and us.

Well, I guess luck wasn’t on our side.

In a corner of the vacant room, my former gang members, the helmet gang members, were lying unconscious in a row.

A voice comes from the door leading to the warehouse.

“You’re finally here…? You’re late…social misfits?”

That impressive girl with huge wings, with blood of unknown origin splattered on her face, one of the biggest obstacles in the request, that b*tch, was waiting.

That much blood in Kivotos, I don’t know whose it is, or if it’s from one person, but it’s not a common sight in Kivotos.

In the meantime, her expression is a mad grin, whether it’s genuine or an act, it’s enough to feel intimidated, but I’ve been in a few fights myself.

I set up the anti-tank gun and the travel carrier behind me and take out my weapons.

Two MP7s, distinguished by different colors of black and red, fit comfortably in my hands with a familiar feel.

My friend, her long hair fluttering, takes out a red-painted MP133 pump-action shotgun and runs.

“Get out of the way~!”

-Bang-

The MP133 spits fire, literally spits fire, Dragon’s Breath, a type of incendiary shotgun that is specially regulated, a product I brought in from the black market for a large sum of money.

It’s useful for intimidating the opponent and its power is also quite good, so I use it.

Anyway, if it’s not today, I have to leave it behind.

I’ll use it all up.

She pulls the handguard at a skilled speed to eject the spent cartridge and immediately prepares for the next shot, thinking about her next move.

She’s probably thinking about the b*tch’s next move.

The b*tch…damn…something smells like it’s burning.

Her left wing is scorched black.

It’s a tactic I confirmed in the first raid, rushing in while blocking with her wings, so I expected it.

That’s why I used Dragon’s Breath, which can’t be blocked, to induce hesitation, but she blocked it without any hesitation by extending her own left wing and continued her rush.

“You’re…rough with your body~~!!”

-Bang, Click, Bang-

The familiar sound of the pump-action shotgun reloading is heard, and two more gunshots are heard.

All of them are blocked by her left wing, leaving scorch marks.

I can’t just stand by and watch.

I move to the left in a large circle to avoid friendly fire towards her, aim the black MP7 in my right hand, and start suppressive fire.

She gets in close to her, blocking my suppressing fire with her right wing, which is still unscorched.

-Thud!-

“Cough…”

She grabs her by the scruff of her neck and throws her to the ground.

Her huge wings block my view of her condition, but the sound I hear is a deafening noise that makes me wonder if that was really throwing a person.

“You son of a b*tch!”

I’m a little angry.

Since the magazine of the black MP7 on the right is completely empty, I started firing the red MP7 on the left.

My other hand drops the magazine of the black MP7 with a light operation and reloads with the magazine I had inserted in my waist.

“Your mouth is foul!!”

She rushes in, blocking my suppressive fire with her wing full of scorch marks.

In her right hand, the shotgun I saw then, the Benelli, was held.

-Bang, Bang, Bang-

“With this…!”

Three slug rounds hit my shoulder, solar plexus, and forehead.

The last one shook my mind, but I could endure it, so I fire both the black MP7, which is reloaded, and the red MP7, which still has about half of its ammunition left, at her at the same time.

Around the time the remaining ammunition of the red MP7 runs out, she gets up behind her.

She looks a little wobbly, so she’s not in a normal state, but judging by the state of her halo, she’s still okay.

An M1917 revolver is taken out of her pocket.

Seeing that, I also run towards her.

Her revolver is fired and hits the back of her head.

Her head tilts forward slightly in front of me, losing her balance.

-Smack-

“Ugh…”

I knee her in the face.

Her halo flickers with a bit of noise and then disappears.

It’s clear that her mind is a little shaken.

Her head is tilted back…and the S&W M500, that monster gun I saw in the first encounter, is aimed at the bridge of my nose.

Her gaze, that shiny look in her eyes, stares at me.

Reflexively, I raise the red MP7, which is already empty of ammunition, to block.

-BANG!!-

-Clatter, Clink-

A hideous roar is heard and a hideous-caliber bullet is lodged in the red MP7.

This is no longer usable.

I throw it to the ground as if discarding it, and it disintegrates and breaks in mid-air.

“Ha! This is no ordinary crazy b*tch…”

She’s crazy.

Even while being hit in the back of the head and face, she maintained her mind and tried to put a shot in me.

If that b*tch had fought with all her might from the beginning, I wouldn’t have even been able to land a valid hit, let alone be handed over to the Prefect Team Leader.

Yeah, that b*tch is not at her best right now.

She’s low on ammunition.

She could have looted 12-gauge shells and slug rounds from the members, but unlike the first encounter, the number of shots fired from that revolver in her left hand has noticeably decreased.

There’s a chance.

She runs towards her and I move back significantly, reloading the black MP7.

“….Yes, that means you have the skill to be a leader…”

Blood flows from her nose.

She roughly wipes it off with the back of her hand and quickly turns around and fires the Benelli.

-Bang-

Fire…fire breaks out…

My mind goes blank.

“Kyaaaak!”

Dragon’s Breath, the one I put three rounds into her at the beginning, it hit her.

Fortunately, she raised her arm in a hurry to cover her face, but….

-Bang, Bang-

The Benelli spits fire again.

Slug rounds of formidable power hit her.

“Argh…ugh…”

After being hit by two more shotgun rounds, she staggers backward and eventually sits down, clutching her arm.

A strong burn mark remained on her arm.

It smells like a different kind of burning than the one I smelled at the beginning.

She presses the revolver against her forehead…and fires.

Her head is thrown back…her halo loses its light and goes out.

Something snaps.

I’m filled with rage.

I’m going to tear off the wings of that damn pigeon and throw them in Trinity Square.

“You…f*cking bastard!!!!”

My reason snaps and I fire my gun wildly.

It doesn’t work at all.

Everything is blocked by those damn wings.

The MP7 runs out of ammunition.

I don’t stop.

I take out a Beretta from my pocket and fire again.

It doesn’t work.

I run to where I set up the anti-tank gun.

-Bang, bang-

My legs hurt.

One shot each to the left and right legs, and slug rounds accurately hit the back of the knee, the popliteal fossa.

My legs lose strength and I fall forward.

-Thud, Thud-

I hear footsteps from behind.

She’s crouching in front of me and grabs my hair, lifting my head.

That revolver she used on her is pressed against my forehead.

“I’ll…kill yo…”

-BANG!!-

My consciousness flickers with the gunshot….

It’s all over.

Seia was asleep in the travel carrier they brought.

I release the restraints on her arms and take off my coat, fold it, and put it under her head to lay her down.

It’s unsettling.

I don’t feel good.

-Step, step-

“…..It’s all done…good work…leave the rest to the Prefect Team…and…this factory’s front gate has an Emergency Medicine Club vehicle…I told them in advance…and…sorry.”

“No…the cleanup…I’ll leave it to you…”

I pick up Seia, who is still asleep.

And leave the factory.

“Yes…thank you.”

[About this matter…it’s our mistake, there’s no need to thank us…]

Tea Party Host’s Office, I received a call from the Prefect Team Leader.

I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for a call from the Prefect Team.

I can’t count how many thoughts I had when I heard the news that my colleague, my close friend, had been kidnapped.

I even thought about telling Mika, my childhood friend, everything and destroying Gehenna.

But thankfully, Sora saved her…really…thank you…

“Phew….hic…”

After the call with the Prefect Team Leader, a sigh of relief and…worry, the tears that were about to come out while thinking bad thoughts, the tears I barely managed to hold back, are about to spill.

I can’t do this.

If Mika sees me, she’ll be stuck to me all day asking what’s wrong.

No, Mika is subtly perceptive, so she might figure out that it’s related to Seia.

I barely manage to hold back.

“Phew…I’m glad…”

Today is Friday, and the week is coming to an end, so I was able to buy some time for Seia’s recovery.

I’m glad.

Really….for Sora…I’ll need a gift.

Thank you again, Sora….