"So now all that's left is the three of us, plus Malcolm and Reever." Allen summarized in a sentence, looking at Kanda and Lenalee. Another day had passed with no incidents. To be honest, after the past few days, it was actually getting boring.

Kanda had revealed that he had devised a remarkable plan for escape, but adamantly refused to tell them what it was (he believed that their collars were bugged, too). So Allen and Lenalee were left, wandering in the dark.

"I think Malcolm will be the problem." Lenalee decided.

"Neither of them will be any problem." Kanda interrupted, once again hinting to them about his plan. Unfortunately, his hints were all too vague to be really useful.

"So what do we do today? It's the fifth day. Two days left. We're going to have to end this quickly." Allen said, looking questioningly at Kanda.

"Today," Kanda said grimly, "We head back to the school."

"What?" Lenalee demanded. "Are you insane? Why there? The soldiers are all there."

"I think that Malcolm will probably be heading there himself. Because if a fight breaks out there, people will be injured, and it would be less difficult for the victor to drag himself back to the school." Kanda reasoned. Allen and Lenalee were unable to disagree with it.

And so, they headed back to the school.

I still don't get why you insist on lugging that backpack along this time. You used to only bring your shotgun." Allen muttered, glaring at Kanda.

Kanda glared back, "You're too stupid to understand even if I explained it to you, so I'm not wasting my breath. Just get moving."

For once, Allen actually did not argue back and concentrated on getting to the school. It seemed that the tension was getting to all of them.

Good thing they were so cautious.

"Finally back here…" Lenalee sighed. They stood outside the school. Kanda held a finger to his lips. He looked about. Something was wrong.

Then he heard a click as someone ejected a clip from a machine gun.

Spinning to the left, he loaded his shotgun and fired. There was a yelp, and Malcolm Leverrier came tumbling out of a bush. He rolled to his feet and looked up, the machine gun angled at them, smirking.

Allen, who had learnt the art of fast reflexes, whipped out the machine gun they had retrieved from Road while Kanda reloaded his shotgun. Lenalee, slightly slower than the two of them, had no opportunity to draw her weapon before Malcolm recovered himself.

"Stalemate, kiddos." Malcolm laughed.

"Put down your damn weapon, Malcolm." Kanda snarled.

"Not a chance. You put down yours, or I'll kill you right here, right now."

"There's no way you can get all three of us. If you shoot even one of us, we'll have to retaliate." Allen reasoned. Then, Allen being Allen, he tried to appeal to what he considered Malcolm's 'better nature', "You don't want to do this, Malcolm. We should team up. Work together and get out of here. Not mindlessly kill each other."

Unfortunately for him, Malcolm's better nature, if he ever had one, had been ruined by all that he had done on this island. Malcolm sneered, "Not in hell." And then he opened fire.

"Get down!" Kanda bellowed, knocking Allen and Lenalee down with a sweep of his shotgun. They fell, stunned by the sudden blow.

A number of bullets speared Kanda in the side, but he was equal to them. Without pause, he fired and reloaded, fired and reloaded, but Malcolm's reflexes were faster than expected. Allen, regaining himself, opened fire on Malcolm, but Malcolm just ducked and weaved past the bullets.

Then a figure shot out. The person gave a cry of pain as the bullets hit him, but he held onto Malcolm. Malcolm struggled and screamed with rage, but to no avail. Both he and his captor were riddled with bullets as Kanda and Allen fired mindlessly.

At last, Malcolm's body slumped to the ground, twitching. Allen's mind cleared, and he gaped at their savior, "Reever?"

Reever gave a weak smile. He too was injured, by the volley of bullets that Allen and Kanda had released.

Malcolm, barely conscious, hissed, "Why?"

Reever looked down on him contemptuously, "You killed Komui. You killed my best friend. You deserve it." He spat. Malcolm's features twisted in rage, and he tried to get up. But the effort was too much for him. His body slumped, and the most murderous bastard of their class was finally dead.

Reever gave a triumphant bark of laughter. Then he too collapsed to the ground.