While STN-J and Solomon have their fun at Amon's expense, a large tinfoil-covered, erm, that is, UFO shows up over the Tokyo Diet. Just as surprisingly, the media shows up, and point their cameras upward. A bright light spotlights the entryway to the venerable political building, and everyone gasps when human-like figures appear on the ground. The light shuts off, and standing there are three people dressed in plastic yellow firefighter-like outfits, big metallic spangles hanging off of the sides of the helmets. The one in the middle steps forward, and the media steps back, but still point their cameras at them. "I am Touko, Queen of the Kilaaks," the self-proclaimed leader says, pronouncing the strange word like "key locks." "We come in peace."
Everyone, except Michael and perhaps General Zaizen, are surprised and shocked. Or perhaps it's shocked and surprised. Whichever. "Peace?" one of the news reporters squeaks.
Queen Touko looks at him condescendingly. "Yes," she says, "you may have noticed we removed the threat to your world, the Witches. We wish to share our advanced technology and sexy smiles with you earthlings."
The news reporter clears his throat. "Are there any male Kilaaks?"
The Kilaak on Queen Touko's left steps forward and blows a kiss. "Hello, earth man," he says in a manly voice. The highly impressionable news reporter swoons, leaving his hapless cameraman to catch him.
The Kilaak leader smiles tolerantly, then nods slightly at the rest of the media still standing. "We hope to talk with more of you," she says, and the bright light shines again, and when it disappears, the aliens and the UFO are gone with it.
"I think I'm in love," the reporter groans, his eyelids fluttering open.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," his cameraman grumbles, walking away.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Japanese media walk away, chattering excitedly. "Isn't it great how everything happens in Japan?" one says while rewinding tape.
"Yeah," another chuckles, "Witches, UFOs, even Godzilla!"
Someone in a hardhat blows a whistle. "Whoa, whoa, copyright!" he declares, his arms in an "x" position.
"Whoops, sorry," the second anonymous reporter mutters, hurriedly disappearing into the crowd.
Later, back at Raven's Flat, the teenage hacker clicks off the news and turns to face the rookie, the only one awake at the briefing, since Dojima went shopping, Amon and Robin were off on another mission, and Karasuma is passed out from jet lag.
"See, I told you it was aliens!" Michael beams triumphantly.
Sakaki rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, gloat all you want, Megabyte Boy, it still doesn't make the world safe yet. So, got a game plan?"
There's still a smirk on the American transplant's face. "That's not my department," he says, "and Amon's still AWOL."
Sakaki huffs. "What is with that guy?" he grouses, pulling out his motorcycle key. "When I go off, people yell at me. When Mr. Amon does it, nobody blinks."
"That's because he's the cool Goth hero and you're still the rookie," Michael grins.
The young Hunter pouts, and then a thought triumphantly makes its way all the way from his brain to his mouth. "Hey, Robin came after me. Why doesn't she get to be called the rookie?"
"Because she's g0t m4d sk1llz," the computer nut goes back to his system analyzing.
Sakaki pouts. "Man, I hate when you talk English," he mutters, walking out.