Sideline Leaders
The Small Change
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"Idiot!"
Nagata barely managed to pull Tamaki back from his reckless charge. In Kallen's opinion, he really should have known better by now.
Half an hour later, Kallen wished he'd let Tamaki die.
"Screw this!" The idiot yelled, pulling at random wires on the container. "If I'm gonna die, I'm at least going to take down as many stinking Brit's as possible!"
"Tamaki, no!" Kallen rammed into him, but it was too late; the capsule was already opening. She braced herself for the worst as the light engulfed them.
But then there was no smoke, no burns, no signs of any toxic gas. Instead, a lot of liquid hit the ground, and a figure clad in white burst forth.
"What the hell?" She muttered.
"A human?" Tamaki gasped.
The figure hit the ground, unconscious. Tentatively, Kallen reached out.
"Hey, what're you doing?"
"She was in that capsule." Kallen snapped. "She probably wasn't on Prince Clovis' payroll." At least, Kallen hoped so. As sick as it might be, she'd prefer if they caught evidence that the prince was into human trafficking, then if they were escorting some dangerous assassin or something.
Still, Kallen turned the figure over. She (he? It?) was dressed in a standard prison straightjacket, with Brittanian features and short dark hair. They were unconscious, whoever they were.
"I think that might be a guy." Kallen scowled. Typical of Tamaki to focus on the irrelevant.