The Black Knights burst into the facility before the Britannians could respond. In a matter of seconds, the entire staff knelt on the floor, trembling, as Black Knights stood over them with assault rifles. The operation was vintage Zero—quick, efficient, and overwhelming—except for one thing: Zero wasn't commanding it.
Or at least not the Zero.
"Well done," Lelouch's synthesized voice said.
C.C. impersonated her accomplice well. She had the same swagger when she walked up to the facility's manager, the same theatrical demeanor. With a flourish, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. She tossed it to the ground.
"I want two hundred units produced to these specifications by eleven o'clock tonight," she said. "We'll tell you where the drop-off point is ten minutes before the deadline. And come in an unmarked van."
The man snatched the paper and scanned it with increasing dismay.
"But…but Zero, this is imposs—"
"Nothing is impossible," she said. "Sometimes we just need the proper motivation. Kallen?"
The Ace of the Elevens flinched.
"Yes…Zero?"
"You know what to do," C.C. said.
"But—"
"Britannia invaded your country and reduced you to second class citizens, Kozuki. These people are one of the Britannian government's biggest suppliers. You know our policy toward collaborators."
"Yes, but—"
Kallen looked again at the witch. Lelouch's costume, Lelouch's voice, and yet…she wondered why the difference wasn't as obvious to everyone else.
"Very well," she said at last.
Her rifle barked, and the employee sagged to the ground. Most of the staff screamed. The manager clung to C.C.'s legs and babbled his assurances that the job would be done on time. C.C. nodded.
"Remember this next time you think about supplying Britannia," she said. "We're leaving."
The Black Knights filed out, their leader last. As she neared the exit, C.C. turned around.
"One last thing," she said.
"Y…yes, Zero?"
"Add some extra pepperoni."
And with that, C.C. walked out of Pizza Hut and into the Tokyo night.