Shortly after Mail drove off, Mitzi hauled ass to her motorcycle. Lucky she was so fast or she would've totally missed Mello's pulling up in the smoke. He got Takada on his bike and quickly sped off. Mitzi didn't even bother to take the time to put on her helmet.
She just followed.
Although her part of the 'Save the Wammy boys' mission had sprung the life, her mind was still focused on how Mail was doing so far. Was she dead? Did she succeed? Never mind that…focus on Mello and that Kira worshipping whore, she thought as Mello turned a sharp corner and headed down an alleyway. Mitzi was quick to follow.
Up in front of her, she saw a large moving truck. The back was wide open and Mello drove right up into it. Mitzi turned so she headed down the left side of the truck. She turned off her bike and removed the license plate and chucked it in a nearby dumpster, breaking it into 4 pieces beforehand. She stuck the keys in her leather jackets pocket and pranced silently up to the left side of the opening to the back of the truck. This is where she heard Mello giving Takada orders to remove all of her clothing and place it into a cardboard box.
If she does that, my theory of her being a whore is confirmed, Mitzi thought with a sly smirk. She snapped back into reality when the clamping sound of Mello's boots were coming towards her. She jumped into the shadows and let Mello by. He pulled the garage-like door down and walked to the front of the large truck. He got in and turned it on. Mitzi quickly jumped onto the back of the truck and held on tight as Mello sped off further down the alleyway.
When they got onto the actual road, Mitzi set the timer on her G-shock watch to 7 minutes, meaning she had only 7 minutes to get the piece of the death note away from Takada, give her a fake piece, stage Mello crashing into the abandoned church, and get Mello out and away from the car before Takada caused it to explode.
"Holy god…I'm starting to think my portion of the mission is the hardest," she huffed.
She climbed up the top of the truck and got down on her hands and knees. She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out an ordinary looking paper-mate pen. Little would anyone who laid eyes or even hands on it know that the clever Mitzi turned it into a lethal laser pen.
She began drilling a hole in the top of the truck. She went slowly, making sure the laser went all the way through the metal. She also made sure she held the laser at an angle, so that when she put the metal circle back in place, it would have support. When she succeeded in creating the hole, she placed the useful tool back in its place then carefully removed the piece of inferring metal and peaked in. The half naked Takada hadn't even noticed her entering, due to the fact that she was crying while simultaneously talking on the phone with someone. Mitzi chuckled with pity. She then averted her eyes and noticed a piece of lined paper on the floor next to Takada.
Jackpot, she thought, narrowing her eyes. She quickly reached into her other pocket and retrieved and identical looking piece of lined paper. Same size, color and everything. Every little detail was perfect down to the slenderest line.
She then pulled another useful utensil out of her pocket. A portable claw, used for grabbing things. It had a long enough neck to allow Mitzi to switch out the paper pieces. She stretched it out and stuck it down into the hole as she listened to Takada's conversation.
"…yes! I know what I must do!" she sobbed. Mitzi couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Then she realized she was running out of time as Mello turned a corner. It was such a sharp turn, that she nearly fell head first into the hole.
"That was close," she gasped, placing grasp on the piece of the death note with her claw thingymabobber. She pulled it out slowly, but with purpose and dropped the fake piece in. As for the real piece, she just chucked off the side, claw and all. She had no interest in touching it. She replaced the metal circle. Checking her watch, she crawled over to the top of the front of the truck. She only had over a minute left.
"Craaaaaaaaaaaaaap!" she moaned anxiously. Then, using the heel of her leather boot, and grasping the smooth metal of the truck, she reached her leg over and kicked the glass window out. Inside the truck, Mello darted his head over to the window with wide eyes as he watched an attractive blond girl jump in through the broken window.
"WHAT THE-? WH-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" he hollered, nearly speechless.
Mitzi quickly looked out the dashboard window. She knew the way to the abandoned church. She reached over and grabbed the steering wheel.
"I'll explain later! Just let me do this! STEP ON IT!" she ordered, vigorously steering the wheel, causing the truck to make a sharp turn. Mello was fast to pull his gloved hands away from the wheel. He gladly let her do the driving as he stepped on the gas pedal with much force.
The truck sped down a practically abandoned road as Mitzi constantly averted her eyes from the view of the road in front of her, to the view of her watch timer counting backwards.
1:30…1:29…1:28…1:27…1:26…1:25…1:24…1:23…1:22…
This seemed to mock her, and she, frustrated, turned back to look at the road. Mello continued to stare with shocked eyes.
Then finally, Mitzi finally found the way to the church. She made one last sharp turn and snapped in Mello's face, signaling him to speed up.
"WHAT!" he yelled, irritated, not understanding why she was snapping.
"STEP HARDER!" Mitzi screamed into his face. She then turned away and looked at her watch.
1:10…1:09…1:08…
Mello hesitated at first, but then he thought.
How many times does a hot blond crash through your car window and vigorously force you to step on the gas pedal while she drives like an insane lunatic? NEVER! Something must be VERY wrong here…
So with that, he stepped harder on the pedal.
The truck bolted down the road. Within seconds, Mitzi could spot the church. "LET UP! SLOW DOWN!" she instructed.
She glanced at the speed monitor and saw as the red meter hand quickly moved from 120 mph to 75 mph.
"MORE!" she yelled.
60 mph.
"BRING IT DOWN TO 45!"
She glanced at her watch. 0:57…0:56…0:55…0:54…
She looked at the speed meter: 45 mph.
"Perfect! Now 3…" she began counting, "2…" She glanced at her watch. 0:52…0:51…
0:50.
At exactly that time, the truck dove head first into the back wall of the abandoned church. Mitzi and Mello ducked under the dashboard for cover. The airbags popped out with a loud 'BANG!' along with the slight deflating noise. To Takada, Mello was officially dead.
Mitzi and Mello slowly got out from under the safety of the dashboard and sat back in their seats.
"Well way to go, genius! Look at what you did!" Mello whined.
But Mitzi was quite satisfied. Her timing was perfect. Everything was perfectly on track.
Now for the hard part.
"This was my intention, Mello," she said.
Mello looked confused. "First of all, how the hell do you know my name! Second, how is crashing into an abandoned church intentional unless you're a fucking MORON?"
Mitzi glanced at her watch. 0:39.
She averted back to Mello. "Like I said earlier, I'll explain later. Right now, I need you to get out of this truck RIGHT NOW," she commanded.
Mello began to cackle. "HA! YEAH RIGHT! WHY THE HELL SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU! YOU ALREADY MADE ME CRASH MY TRUCK WITH YOUR CARELESS DRIVING! HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO HAVE ME KILLED?"
Mitzi rolled her eyes. This was wasting precious time. "If you don't move your ass and get out of the car you're GUNNA be killed!" she remarked, glancing at her watch. 0:30…0:29…
"Oh really? I don't believe you! Why SHOULD I believe you?" he inquired in his loud, yet deep voice.
Mitzi exhaled. "Look. I don't wanna start something here.
But-" she was cut off.
"What do you MEAN you don't wanna start anything? You already did! Crashing my goddamn truck started something!" he interrupted.
0:19…0:18…0:17
"OK! OK! WHATEVER! JUST GET OUT OF THE FRIGGEN CAR!" she screamed.
Mello crossed his arms. "Nah. I'm good RIGHT where I'm sitting. I don't need a sissy blond to tell me what to do!"
0:13…0:12…0:11…
"Who're YOU calling a sissy blond!" Mitzi retorted, taking account of his blond hair. She took one look at her watch and her eyes widened.
"OH SHIT!" she yelled. She reached across Mello's lap and opened the door.
"What the FUCK are you doing?" he asked.
She unhooked his seatbelt. "Saving your life!"
And with that, she pushed him out the side of the car. They tumbled over each other as they hit the ground. They rolled about 2 meters away when the truck went up in flames, followed by a loud 'BANG.'
The two stared breathlessly as they watched the truck blacken in the flames.
"Holy…?" Mello trailed off.
"Yessss…" she whispered, rolling her tongue as if she were a snake.
In the distance, the sound of police cars were coming towards the church.
Mitzi quickly got to her feet. Mello held his hand out to her and she helped him up.
"Now do you see why you should listen to me?" she asked as she brushed off some pieces of dead grass from her shirt and pants.
Not taking his blue eyes off the flaming truck, Mello just nodded, his mouth wide open. The flames seemed to reflect off of his small pupils.
He then turned to look at Mitzi. "H-H-H…?"
"Close your mouth man. Speak up!"
Mello closed his mouth. "H-how did you know?"
"Know what?" Mitzi asked with much sarcasm.
Mello narrowed his eyes. "Know what? Know WHAT? THE DAMN TRUCK…JUST EXPLODED! AND YOU…YOU KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN...AND…AND…"
"And what?"
"…You saved me."
"I'm well aware."
"Um…Thank you."
"No thanks needed. But, thanks for the thanks anyway," she said playfully.
Mello couldn't help but smile.
The police sirens got closer. Mello shuffled up next to Mitzi. "What now? I'm all ears after…that," Mello said, referring to the burning truck.
"I'm taking you back to my HQ. As of right now, everyone should think you're dead, which is good. Takada had a piece of the death note in her bra. She was going to write your name on it. I switched it out so she wrote your name on a fake piece. I made you crash into the church so it seems like you did it because…"
"I'm dead," Mello finished.
Mitzi nodded. "You catch on quickly."
"Thanks…uh…?"
"Mitzi."
"Oh. Thanks, Mitzi."
"Your welcome. Are you caught up now?"
"Um…how did you know the car was going to explode?"
Mitzi rolled her eyes. "After Takada was allegedly 'killed' you," she started, using her fingers as air quotes when she said 'killed.' "Kira wrote her name in his death note, causing her to kill herself by setting the truck on fire. That's what she just did," she explained.
Mello was thoroughly intrigued by this strange girl.
"And it's lucky everyone thinks your dead. Kira would've surely killed you if Takada didn't, considering he has your real name. Mihael Keehl," she teased.
Mello's eyes widened, then he flushed nearly 20 different shades of pink. "Don't you EVER call me that!" he laughed.
"Whatever you say…Mihael," she mocked.
Mello continued to change color.
By this time, the police sirens seemed to be down the road. Mello looked at Mitzi. "What do we do? How are we getting to your HQ?" he asked.
"My bike is up in that alley where you had the truck parked. It's only about a mile or two up the road. But, it'll take longer considering we'll have to walk around," she hinted, pointing over to the road. Mello turned to look and saw as multiple police cars and Takada security team cars pulled up.
Mitzi quickly grabbed Mello's wrist and pulled him further into the shadowy night. They began walking.
"C'mon. Let them do their business. We've got our own business to take care of," she said, sticking her hands in her pocket and pulling out a chocolate bar. Mello's mouth watered. Mitzi unwrapped it and took a bite out of it, then glanced at Mello. "What?"
"Um…Can I-?"
Before he even finished, Mitzi broke the bar in half and gave it to him. Mello quickly took a bite out of it. "Thanks," he said with a full mouth
"No prob. Keep up," she answered, speed walking in front of him. Mello was quick to keep up.