Hey!Hey! Mr. Officer!
Summary: The most notorious criminals of Japan are out to ruin others lives.
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Tokyo, 10:08 pm
"Aomine Daiki," says Kagami Taiga, "Tokyo's one of the most notorious criminals."
Kasamatsu nears himself beside the red head. He peeks over prudently from behind the broad shoulders of the man; collects much from looking inquisitively, scrolls down his eyes to see arson, attempted murder, drugs, and kidnapping.
"Ha, good luck with that, rookie." Kagami silently winces from the smacking of the clipboard on his chest. He chastises Kasamatsu with a glare then moves forward typing blusteringly in admittable defiance. Frankly enough he gets too unfortunate enough to see fulsome of paperwork laid upon his desks.
It gets much more painful when Kagami profanely subjects to criticize his own sensibilities. Paperwork persistently present albeit his own limited time running low and undeniable ridiculed taunting of his colleagues.
He hated being the bondman of the station, but knows too well rookies aren't given much credits for their own proficient liabilities. It seems unfair enough they aren't considered anything but coffee givers for the higher-ranks. What more Kagami does not accept was their underestimation of his ability to attend any crucial situation.
"Bastard." he curses himself, he sure does know this case would lead him to his own possible demise, though there is a high probability of being promoted to the top, even higher than those assholes.
The files discern too many records, Kagami notices. He opens to the next pages and sees rabid criminal notices;
Arson for 5 buildings set on fire, 5 kidnapped victims, 16 attempted murder, and 31 sexual harassment complaints, relatively connected to the highest drug dealing syndicate.
He gets the nerve-wrecking tension when he looked into each of them, feels his instinct running in an instance when a bomb clusters the sedimentary walls of the office. He felt afflicted by some sort of a metal piece falling on his head; Kagami becomes unintentionally unaware that he ramshackled on the tiled floor.
"...gami..Kagami!"
Kagami hears that piercing sound; he looks around the area to see how much damage castrated their area. His colleagues were already evacuating the area when he tries to comprehend what was inflicting this situation. The latter doesn't have much to look around once Kasamatsu drags him out with a bleeding head.
After, he blacks out when they leave the area, taking a glimpse of the burning station and the prisoners at their best condition to escape.
Akita 10:10 pm
2 minutes.
He looks on his wrist watch, curses nonchalantly and rummages thoroughly on the drawers of the suburban garret. The rooftop had cobwebs on the corners, some old abandoned toys and antique-like possessions.
"Hey."
The voice alarms him, his wristwatch gleaming in the obscured room he was in.
"You've found it?" hoarse breath hitched on the other line, "It's been 2 minutes, better ransack the garret before implanting the bomb, got it?"
"I know," Midorima grumbles irritatingly, meticulously taking off the white cloths cowering over the fended materials. He knows too damn well how much predominant it was taken care of by the recent owner. 'Too bad' he thinks to himself, he gets to work; throws the plastic miniatures out of the way to find a chest dusted with small particles of dirt.
"Three minutes left," the lazy voice hangs low and he awares him maddeningly. Apparently, Midorima grows infuriated by the besieging obstinacy.
Once Midorima feels his queerly instinct bedecked by the last row of the cabinets, he stops abruptly. Gloved arms ready to work; unfolds them to touch the opening of the chest. Midorima glances on his back to take the white handkerchief, purging the chest back to what may have been its natural state if not abandoned.
Astoundingly unexpected of the beautified chest, the latter sees the meretricious carvings implanted on its borders. It vaguely concerns him how much the chest must've cost, what more would've beent he reason for its abandonment on an old garret invaded by pests.
"Bingo," he softly prides himself, "Alright, Murasakibara, give me the code." Midorima traces his fingers on the hard metallic bumps. It gets visibly engraved in numbers; that he plays with and rolled each one by one.
"Don't play it," he hears the audible sneer that indignantly remarks him, "I'm receiving possible combinations of these numbers, but we don't have enough time to do them all."
Midorima clicked his tongue, "Do something, aren't you suppose to be able to find the accurate one before I even find the chest?"
The other line responds with a hum, Murasakibara seemingly gets culpably blamed for the misconception of their teamwork. Though the man does try himself to access the password by trying to disembody the codes, he gets too much drifted in thoughts.
Midorima gets to hear Abbreviated t soft-balanced volume of his typing to an augmented melody. He perks up his ears to enviable hope of fortune.
"Any luck?" Midorima interrupts, hearing the typing increase anew.
"Not much, I think I may be able to combine the pass codes together, how many characters are there Mido-chin?"
The latter counts by four, "Four numbers and we get the pendant," he holds to the chest in empathy, the wrist watch reads to 10:12 pm, "We only have a minute, hurry up,"
"Got it." Murasakibara responds after ,"0901"
Midorima gets to work in advance, rolls each slots in satisfaction. The chests clicks and opens up for Midorima to find the pendant safely tucked in. It was adorned with silver chains and possibly a 4 carat gold melted to fit right in the pentagon frame. The accessorized pendant comes in touch with a profligate lettering carved inside the gold itself; written vaguely in Latin.
Midorima disregards the thought, but does note himself to ask Akashi about it.
"Found it, I'm implanting the bomb now," he gives notice and settles the bomb on the wall, tapes it in assurance before he jumped off the window, the latter successfully lands on the back seat of the van in good shape, "The bomb's set on 30 seconds, move!"
"Roger that," Murasakibara says.
Kyoto 10:15 pm
Closing off the spaces in the road with apathy, Kise dwells in the surfing crowd. The exasperated attendance of his determination comes uneasily rapid. He gets to see the burning lights of Tokyo's forevermore present highest buildings towering above the besetting small people.
"Kuroko-cchi, I'm already at the intersection," the blonde voices out the initiation of the plan on the gleaming light of his wrist watch. His eyes pleaded empathetically in advance once the traffic lights turn red.
"Ah I see, the given time limit is at 10 seconds, be sure to exact the implantation of the bomb. I'm covering up for any traces of CCTV's, how many are there Kise-kun?" It vibrates on his hand once the other line responds in a moment.
Kise does it implicitly, gathering up as much of visible cam recorders in his plain sight, "About 6 of them, you sure you can handle that?"
He hears the teal head in anticipation, knows too well the audible breaking of his knuckles and neck was a symbolism of enlightenment, "I handle my proficiency very well Kise-kun."
Kise gathers the blustering passersby around the sidewalk, counts the number of population nearing the pedestrian lane, "I'm about to cross, are we set?" He walks within the people and abstains himself from dashing any further. Exacting his position at the center of the road.
"Yes," Kuroko nears his eyes on the screen and spots the blonde mop of hair on the busy crowd, "You have 10 seconds, and the CCTV's are disconnected successfully. It seems like the crowd doesn't give much attention, you have –we have a higher successful rate of implantation. Rest assured, make sure to make it in time."
"Got it." Frankly enough the bomb gets tossed just under the shoes of the passersby in a hurry, no one seems to wander too much what was under them. It sets on 10 seconds; Kise wears his mask quickly enough for someone not to notice.
The blonde runs toward the inept corner; pushing harshly with the force of his shoulders in attempt to shove the people for him to make it on time. The bomb ticks off deliberately as a reminder for Kise, he nears the watch to his mouth and talks stuporly, "The bomb's activated."
The bomb does blow off, disseminating a lot of property and injuring the unlucky crowd crossing by, Kise ramshackled himself from the area then stands up ever so casually. He brushes of much dusted particles before walking contently in satisfaction.
"Good job, Kise-kun." The car opens for Kise; he sits on the chair and takes off his mask. Giving off his smug smirk.
Tokyo 10: 35 pm
In an attempt to comprehend the sudden interference of his daily dull prisoner life, Aomine peeks out the broken corner of his cell.
He sees the prison has evacuated unknowingly to him. What more he finds bedazzling was the absence of his fellow prisoners.
The cemented walls now dusted the area, broken desks and chairs everywhere with the addition of a burn mark on the main entrance. A lot of papers scatters themselves to discontent and much more falling materials finally settled on the floor.
"What the he –!?"
Aomine gets interrupted by the moment he cusses, the blades of the scissors cutting just about the right amount of opening. Tanned hand feels the opening of a straight cut wound and knows too damn well who did it,
"Language, Daiki." the voice comes frighteningly soothing, "You insolent child has given me lot of trouble for one day."
The man comes in casually throwing him clothes. Aomine goes excited when he inspects the given material; he reaches into the pocket to feel the cold metallic wrist watch safely tucked in. In no time the watch was already worn by him, adorned with the flickering lights.
"Ha, who're you to talk?" Aomine remarks smugly, "You're a kid yourself, Akashi."
The red head smirks in advancement of a warm greeting...
"Kyah!"
Which cuts shortly when Aomine reacts in timidness and yelps gibberish of the sudden falling bodies of cement.
"Now don't chicken out Daiki," The red head's vitality depends on the suffering of people.
"Shut you mouth."
"I assume you haven't been laid that long that you're penis turned into a vagina?" Akashi smugly commented, "How much you've been affected by your pusillanimity."
Aomine clicks in thought to contemplate on the insult, unfortunately the only thing he understood was that he was called a 'pussy' for yelping.
Tokyo, Military Agency 10:53 pm
"Four bombs activated near the intersection in Kyoto," Momoi announces in advance, "Exactly 5 minutes after another bombing in Akita."
Hyuga debates to himself whether it should be given notice by the time he guesses it wasn't pure coincidental, "Check the CCTV's for any clue –"
"Cameras 2, 3, 4, and 5 has been disconnected before the bomb's activation sir," Momoi interrupts, "About three people dead and 16 injured at the moment, shall I send a notice to the government?"
"No," Hyuga says, "We do not give this to the president not unless we prove it doesn't threaten his reputation,"
"S-sir, another bombing has occurred in the police district here in Tokyo," Ryo raises his hands and murmurs an apology, "All police forces have evacuated the area, s-sir."
"And what about the prisoners?"
"A-almost all of them have escaped at the moment," the meek voice comes louder and in no time he stops typing, "Aomine Daiki has escaped as well."
The whole agency comes silently astounded for a moment, "Gather all the armed forces in advance," Hyuga initiates the significant back-up, "Momoi, try to search if he was there, I know too damn well how that bastard loves to play."
The pink secretary nods in agreement, though she feels unnerved by the accusation of his well-being in this incident, the more she does look out into the recorded bombing the faster it wrecked her nerves in disdain.
"I-I'm sorry Momoi," Hyuga takes notice of it, "But we know it; if Akashi is involved, all of your friends are too."
"I know." She goes back to typing apathetically, albeit her own mind debatably telling her to stop propagating.
Teiko headquarters 10: 56 pm
"Sir, the armed forces has taken action," Himuro peeks out of his desk for a lookout, "Commencing action affirmed?"
Nijimura growls in contempt, "Denied."
"But sir, the armed forces aren't liable enough for this mission." Hayama besieges astoundingly, looks into the CCTV's and sees not much of a clue at all.
"We take things carefully around here Blondie," Nijimura steps in front of them, "The armed forces aren't liable enough because they take action before mind, we do the opposite –got it?"
"Y-yes sir," Hayama chastises his flippant interruption.
"Reo, collect as much as you can from the CCTV's recording before the bombing of the intersection in Kyoto." He allocates with the tip of his finger, "Nebuya, get your ass off the kitchen and search for any traces of Akashi near the police station."
"And blondie,"
"H-hai!"
Nijimura squints his eyes, "I'm depending on your instincts right now," he gives out 6 folders piled up besettingly, "Try to connect the past encounters of Akashi's accomplices. We know these guys are already in a group –a damned elite group."
"Y-yes sir!" Hayam salutes happily; he seemingly enjoys looking through the pictures of famous people –even if said people have the most nerve-wrecking criminal records.
"Himuro, the bomb implantation of the abandoned house in Akita hasn't resulted to any injuries, find out why, and make sure they're connected to Akashi as well."
"Yes sir," Himuro sighs in advance, turns down the picture frame of his bother and non-biological mother smiling goofily. "Taiga should be fine." He assures himself in attempt to calm down.
Kamizake Sydicate, Tokyo 10:59 pm
"My, my" Imayoshi audibly smirks, smokes of cigarette emitting from his mouth, "Akashi-san has taken action again, I guess we should too."
The glass glints in surprise when Makoto enters the scene uninvited, sneering tauntingly, "Ha, Overdoing what those bastards did? You and I know how highly intelligent Akashi is, even my mind and yours combined doesn't count as a considerable opponent."
"That's why you won't be remembered by him, he's got a lot on his mind to even know your name, fox." Makoto snatches away the cigarette, inhales deeply with satisfaction.
Snaps of sticks are heard around their area, some much of propensely hand-picked cobble stones surrounding the fireplace. And black hue makes it through the noses of Hanamiya once he sits in much proximity with the fireplace.
"That's why," Imayoshi pauses smugly, "We take his underlings, and we have a spot in his head."
"How're you gonna do that?" his voice remains as indignant and taunting, as always.
The moonlight shimmers brightly, which gives it off the dramatic effect of Imayoshi's glasses seeming as if they were gleaming in delight, "My friend, we aren't a syndicate for nothing."
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A/N: Yeah, I know it's bad, but I have no life so...rate and review if you have time :v
