Chapter 11: Guns, doctors, and files
Angelica was slightly miffed, as she was woken up by some idiot across the hallway making a shit ton of noise at the ungodly early time of six in the morning. She then accidently kicked the bathtub, causing her to say a plethora of swear words. To top it off, she got all dressed and ready to meet with the Nagatenjouki Marksman team, when Ms. Jounan informed her that her first practice would be the following Thursday, as the paperwork got lost in a pile of bureaucratic nightmares.
So Angelica had Sunday off now, and she sighed. She tried to call Kuroko, but she got an answering machine instead. She wanted to hang out with the auburn hair girl, as they hadn't really hanged out since the terrorist attack. She was wondering how she was doing.
She was about to head into the kitchen to make some Russian tea cakes when her phone rang. Suspecting it was Kuroko, she quickly picked up.
"Hello," Angelica greeted. "So how are you-" She then was interrupted by a cough, and she realized it was Kuroko, but rather Frenda.
"Hem, hem, sorry for the cough," apologized Frenda. "But I take it since you are up, you want to meet me outside your dorm in say, ten minutes?" Angelica was about to ask why, when she remembered about her needing to get some firearms for her missions with ITEM.
"Fine, I will meet you there in five," Angelica said, hanging up the phone. She quickly grabbed her purse and sprinted out of the dorm. She saw a couple of the older students glare at her, hating her still for being at the academy, as she ran out of the dorm and quickly met up with Frenda.
Frenda waved at her, and Angelica could tell that Frenda looked tired.
"So how are you?" Frenda asked. Angelica shrugged as the two began to walk to where ever the armory was.
"Not great," Angelica admitted. "My morning has been shitty." Frenda raised an eyebrow, and Angelica told her of all that happened.
"Ah, that would suck," Frenda agreed, especially after hearing about the stubbing of the toe. "But hopefully the time at the range will cheer you up."
"It probably will," Angelica stated. "I haven't been to a range for a while." Frenda nodded, and the two began a chat about what their favorite weapons manufacturers were.
Unsurprisingly, Angelica's were Styer Arms and Heckler and Koch. She preferred the designs of the AUG over many other assault rifles, but for pistols, H&K were unrivaled. If Angelica needed any long range weapons, they both had a number of platforms, but at her time in the SWA, she didn't receive as much training with sniper rifles like Rico, and she didn't receive any weapons training with shotguns, that being Triela's specialty.
Frenda meanwhile didn't have a preference for manufacturers, focusing on instead certain weapons for certain roles. Her favorite pistol was the FN 5.7, her PDW of choice was the P-90 (very much like Henrietta), the FAMAS was her preferred assault rifle, and for shotguns she liked a simple Remington 870.
The two got into an argument about the practicality of shotguns (Angelica considered them a waste of training, as while they had a lot of power, they lacked the range and capacity of many assault rifles, and the portability of an SMG, to which Frenda disagreed) when they finally reached the armory.
To the outside observer, it looked like a simple warehouse. But Angelica noted that the hardened concrete structure and the reinforced steel door gave away its true purpose. Frenda opened the door by punching in a twenty digit passcode, and lead Angelica down a flight of stairs to where she saw it open up to a massive room.
Directly in front of her was a firing lane, up to three hundred meters in length, with targets set up at ten, twenty-five, fifty, one hundred, two hundred, and finally three hundred meters. To her right was a massive armory, with an assortment of firearms and ammunition, and to her left was a 'break' room, with a couple of computers and a simple fridge.
Angelica's mouth floored in amazement, and she quickly headed into the armory, and began to look at the various weapons they had. She saw many different sub machine guns, PDWS, pistols, assault and battle rifles, and even a few light machine guns. She was about to grab ahold of a AUG A5, which she was surprised that it was already in the armory, when Frenda snickered.
"Seriously, are you that much of a gun nut?" Frenda joked.
"Better than an idiot that drools over the latest fashion," Angelica countered, which Frenda was quick to counter.
"Please, when are you going to use a gun in day-to-day life? At least fashion has its uses." Angelica chuckled.
"C'mon, one shouldn't drop over a hundred thousand yen for new clothes," Angelica rebutted. "That is insane; I could buy an assault rifle for that price, maybe two if I get real cheap."
"Argh, arguing with you on the practicality of fashion is a fool's errand, so let's find you a pistol and either a SMG or PDW," Frenda stated, going off subject to not make a fool of herself.
"First thing first, we need to make sure it has the capability for a suppressor, and it is small enough to conceal, so that should narrow our choices to semi-automatic pistols of 9mm, .40 S&W, and .45ACP, and for the SMGs slash PDWs same calibers with a few other rounds."
Angelica nodded, and quickly picked up a selection of pistols, ranging from Glocks, H&K, Colts, Berrettas, and finally Sig Sauer. She took shots at the target at ten meters, and eventually she disregarded most of the 9mms, as they weren't using hollow-point rounds and thus would lack sufficient stopping power against unarmed foes.
She spent fifteen minutes before she selected a pistol. It was a FN FNP-45. She was surprised by the large capacity, especially since it was using a .45ACP, at fifteen rounds. In addition, she tested it with a suppressor and also mounted a red laser sight for faster target acquisition.
"Nice choice," Frenda said. "Not much in terms of armor piercing capabilities, but overall a decent pistol." Angelica shrugged.
"Well, I can make whatever my PDW is have armor-penetration," Angelica stated. She then began the tedious process of finding an easily concealed PDW, which was actually harder than it sounds. While she wanted armor piercing capabilities, she needed whatever she chose to be less than forty centimeters. This knocked most SMGs and PDW off as they were too long otherwise.
She tried several noteworthy PDWs and SMGS, to include the Uzi (which while it was small didn't have the AP capability she was looking for), the P-90 (she thought it was a decent choice, but at her statue and the fact she would need to carry it on her instead of a case, it exceeded her length restriction), and finally the Mp-7 (which the bullets were too small for her liking).
She finally grabbed one of the last PDWs the armory had, the PP-2000, a Russian PDW chamber in 9mm AP rounds. It had a feed of either twenty or forty-four rounds, and could be suppressed and mount a laser sight.
Aiming at the twenty-five meter target, she squeezed the trigger gently, and found that with the stock extended, she had a decently accurate weapon system. Otherwise, it was a hit or miss affair. But overall, it was better than the Mp-7 in her books.
"I am going to take this for the mission," Angelica said, placing the PP-2000 in a box that Frenda told her to put her selection into. Apparently, it would be in the van when they left to go to the conference.
"Alright," Frenda said. "So are we done; I like to do some light shopping." Angelica groaned; to Frenda, light shopping meant three hours looking at clothes, or somehow worse, shoes. What was it with the French blonde that made her spend hours antagonizing over which shoes looked good on her?
"Yes, but please, no shoe shopping," pleaded Angelica as the two began to head out of the armory. Frenda smirked.
"Alright, but you can't argue with where we go," Frenda said. She then led Angelica into the underground mall. As they were entering, Angelica felt someone tap her shoulder.
"Huh?" Angelica mused, turning her head as she saw Kuroko hold her in a death grip of a hug.
"Hi Angelica!" Kuroko said loudly into Angelica's ears. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered Angelica, but she had spent the previous hour wearing ear plugs, and thus her hearing wasn't to normal. As a result, Angelica flung Kuroko over her head and threw her onto the ground on her ass.
"Damn it Kuroko, can't you be a bit quieter?!" cursed Angelica, rubbing her ears gently. Kuroko, rubbing her bottom and wondering how she was thrown off (she was very well versed in grapple and holding techniques), frowned at the cyborg.
"Did you have to throw me off?" whined Kuroko.
"Yes, I had ear plugs in the previous hour, and your yelling was like using an air horn right next to me," Angelica said. She calmed down, before realizing Frenda was staring at her. "Err, Frenda, this is my friend Kuroko, Kuroko, this is Frenda."
Kuroko got up and shook hands with Frenda, who nodded, still slightly confused.
"Is this normal for you two to do?" Frenda asked, sweat dropping. Kuroko shook her head.
"Not really," Kuroko said. "Hey, I got your call early Angelica; sorry I wasn't there to answer it, I must've been in the shower." Angelica nodded, her hearing now back to normal.
"Hm, alright then. So Kuroko, what brings you down here?" Kuroko smiled.
"Well, I came to do some shopping, probably get something to eat, then head back to my dorms before calling it a day," Kuroko stated. "So what about you and Frenda?" At this Angelica paled.
"I am being dragged to do some 'light shopping'," Angelica said.
"Well, how about we do our shopping together; I only know how much I need to get a pair of shoes," Kuroko said, and Angelica felt herself getting stabbed by a knife, knowing Frenda would take advantage of the situation.
"Of course," Frenda said, smirking at Angelica. "I too could use a new pair of shoes; after all, a woman's legs are her most important feature."
"You can't forget, a proper woman must be respectable and not have childish tendencies," Kuroko added, causing Angelica to groan; why must both of them be so similar in their tastes? She continued to listen to them chatter on what it took to be a 'proper' woman as they shopped, and she felt horribly out of place.
While both Kuroko and Frenda seemed to have a clear idea what it was to be a woman, Angelica was still wondering how many of the things they were saying applied. Sure, she could understand that a proper woman shouldn't have childish desires, but still, why were they making out being a 'proper' woman being this, she didn't know, air tight, stuck up, holier-than-thou person? Seriously, why would anyone rational drop serious money on clothing; if it fits and it's comfortable, then buy it, fashion be damned.
By the time Frenda, Kuroko, and Angelica decided to stop for lunch, Angelica came to the sound conclusion; never, ever going shopping with both of them at the same time. It was nightmarish to say the least. Even now, she was looking at the bags of clothing and shoes and wondered why a person needed five different pairs of shoes.
"So Angelica," Kuroko began, after they got done placing their orders. "Where did you and Frenda meet up?" Angelica noted how Kuroko seemed on edge. Angelica shrugged.
"I met her when she tried to jump over the wall at the academy," Angelica said. Must omit the fact that she was there with three others and it was them, and me, that broke the siege of Nagatenjouki. She saw Kuroko tense up.
"So you became friends with her for… trespassing?" Kuroko asked, her voice clearly getting irked.
"Uh, it wasn't like that…" Frenda tried to explain, but Angelica interrupted.
"Look, she was trying to get away from some assholes," Angelica said, covering for Frenda and trying to appease Kuroko's hatred for men. "Thankfully, those jerks gave up, considering they were quite the slobs."
Kuroko nodded, calming down, to which Angelica was thankful for. She didn't feel she should tell Kuroko the truth about how they met, seeing as that would cause the flood gates that were her past to be forced open and the truth coming out. Angelica was also trying to figure out who killed Marco, as well as how the terrorist found out she was in the city. She didn't need Kuroko worrying or interfering in this matter.
"So Frenda, where are you from?" Kuroko asked the blonde. Frenda smiled.
"My sister and I were from France until we moved here about a year ago," Frenda said. "Our parents died, and I did some… odd jobs to make ends meet." Angelica chooses to ignore the odd pause, thinking it must've been either bad, disgusting, embarrassing, or a terrible mixture of the three.
"That would explain your choice of clothing and your accent," Kuroko said. "But don't you miss France? I know Angelica doesn't seem to miss Italy that much."
Frenda looked at Angelica, knowing exactly why Angelica didn't miss Italy; she had been molded into the perfect child soldier, and she knew that if anyone who hadn't been in Angelica's shoes they would've ran off, not giving the cyborg half a chance.
"Sometimes I do," Frenda said. "But honestly, I lived in the border region of France and Italy, and sometimes the fighting that came up between the Italian government and the FRF would spill over across the border. Thus it's safer here than back in our home."
"Oh," Kuroko said quietly. "Is the FRF that bad?" Before Frenda could say anything, Angelica's fist tightened and her eyes became red with anger.
"They are worse than 'bad'; they are vile evil bastards who see blowing up anyone, civilian or otherwise, as a perfectly good means to their goals. They like kidnapping people, holding them hostage, and causing terror in Italy. Thus, when I was growing up, I didn't care if the police or the army killed them for they had it coming."
Kuroko began to shake, shocked by how open Angelica was about her hatred for the FRF. Frenda knew Angelica would hate the FRF, but still, she thought it was a mindless 'obey my master's wishes' sort of hate, not one of conviction.
"But, they are people," argued Kuroko. "People shouldn't be simply killed for their involvement, sometimes they were forced, or they were mis-informed."
"I know that," Angelica seethed. "But it doesn't make up for the fact that after their involvement someone is on the ground with a pool of their blood next to them."
Kuroko fell silent, and Frenda felt incredibly awkward at the scene. Desperate to change subjects, she asked a simple question.
"So Kuroko, when you get out of elementary school, which school are you going to go to?" Kuroko shook herself, getting her head back into the conversation.
"Huh, oh, I don't know really. I mean I could qualify for Tokiwodai, but for some reason, I think they are quite snobbish and stuck up," Kuroko explained. "I suppose I could go to Nagatenjouki, if I pass the entrance exams."
"I wouldn't be a bad idea," Angelica said. "We are around the same age, and thus we could possibly get the same room…"
"I would like that!" said Kuroko a bit too eagerly, and Frenda sweat dropped, realizing the orientation of Kuroko. "But, don't you have ass hat for a room mate?"
"Not right now," Angelica stated, and upon seeing Frenda's confusion she explained. "I had the number one in the city for a roommate, and both Kuroko and I agree, he is quite the douche. Actually, most guys are assholes, now I think about it."
"Ah," Frenda said. "But Angelica, aren't you, I don't know, straight? I could tell by how eager Kuroko was when you mentioned you two could get the same room that she, um, be with a woman."
Angelica paused, knowing this was the second time this was brought up. She shrugged.
"Well, I never been particularly attached to anyone before, male or female, so honestly, I don't know. I guess I could swing both ways." Frenda face palmed; shouldn't people know what gets them worked up by the time they were in puberty? She paused and looked at Angelica. While Kuroko was obviously starting puberty, Angelica didn't look like she had begun. Her chest was flat, and she didn't seem flustered or concerned about anyone.
"Er, ok then, whatever floats your boat," Frenda said hesistantly. She glanced at her watch, and realized she had to get back to her dorm after the order came, as she hate a shit ton of homework to do. "Hey, I will need to leave after our order arrives, so if you don't mind, I am going to take mine to go, and I am going to leave my portion of the bill with you guys."
"Sure, no problem," Angelica said. "I guess I'll see your Saturday for the conference."
"What conference?" Kuroko asked. Angelica waved it off as their order came and Frenda boxed her meal up.
"Oh, her and a couple of her friends want to go to this conference that is being held early in the day. It's nothing big," Angelica said calmly. "But after the conference, if you want, we could hang out at my dorm."
"Sure!" Kuroko said. "You think I could stay over?"
"Depends if Ms. Jounan allows it," Angelica said, and both Kuroko and Angelica waved good bye to Frenda. They continued to talk, enjoying the peace they were having.
Dr. Baeyer groaned as he sat in the confines of his 'home'. In reality, it was nothing short of a veritable prison, designed to keep him 'safe' by means of not having him exposed to any attempts the terrorists might make. His windows were shaded, guards patrolled his house, and he was never allowed to leave the confines of his house. It pissed him off; why are the honest people affected the most by radicals?
"Mr. Baeyer, you have a call for you," said the calm yet stern voice of his guard, a woman of the Austrian police. She offered him his own phone, much to his annoyance.
"Thank you," Baeyer replied calmly. He took the phone. "Hello, who is it?"
"Ah, Dr. Baeyer, it has been a while since we talked last," said Heaven Canceller. "I heard you are attending the Medical Conference in three days?"
"Yeah," Dr. Baeyer confirmed. "However, I wish it wasn't under the threat of a possible assassination attempt on my life." He heard Heaven Canceller sigh.
"That's most regrettable," Heaven Canceller said. "So I suppose you would be unable to visit my clinic to offer you own medical opinion on a patient I have?"
Dr. Baeyer paused, his curiosity getting the better of him. He knew Heaven Canceller was in another league when it came to the treatment of those who were about to be sent across the River Styx, so for Heaven Canceller to request his medical opinion was a big deal. He sighed.
"I might be able to, however, with my life in danger, it might not be safe for your clinic is I came," Dr. Baeyer cautioned. "However, if the threat on my life were a non-issue, then of course I would be willingly to come to your clinic."
"Very well," Heaven Canceller said. "Then I hope to see you at the conference, have a good day Dr. Baeyer."
"You too," Dr. Baeyer replied, hanging up. He sighed and grabbed a lowball glass and poured himself a bit of brandy. He grabbed some research papers, his mind needing an outlet before the conference.
While many classified his research as cybernetics, his particular field was in optical and neural optimization cybernetics. His fascination with the field came as his mother had developed MS and lost use of her eyes and sometimes the mortar controls for her body. When his mother died when he was twenty four, due to her MS flaring and causing her to lose her footing while on a flight of stairs, he vowed to do whatever it took to work around the ailments of MS and give people the control over their lives.
He was able to correct some of the issues that MS gave, namely the loss of vision through optical optimization packages that used a processor in the brain to take the input from a camera implanted in the eye and send accurate brainwaves to get a 20/20 image. He also managed to give some reprieve to those suffering from temporary loss of limbs due to MS flares by neutralizing the rouge brainwaves that caused them. His efforts also had helped some people with epilepsy, as both were caused by the brain sending inaccurate or too frequent of signals, the only difference is the cause of each disease.
Currently, he was working on a flight of fancy; a neural processing unit. In effect, it was designed to allow a person to learn faster and to complete mental calculations at a blistering rate, on par with a super computer. The only issue he was having was that the NPU, as he called it, would either require a massive amount of energy and cooling, thus limiting its capability and hindering the user to the point where it became an issue, or to use a neural network to disperse the processing power. He didn't like the neural network, for if the network had multiple users, and they were all trying to do advance or complicated calculations, then the effectiveness of the network would in effect lag.
He considered the usefulness of a NPU. For starters, if students were given it, they would be able to better understand and complete advance course, thus raising the standard for education. For scientist, it would allow them to process information faster and conduct better experiments and understand the results better.
However, the most likely applicants, at least in the early generation, would be the military. Having commanders that could process more information that is being relayed in real time would spare countless lives. Also, it would reduce the number of men needed to handle tasks that required a number of teams to coordinate and fight. A prime example was artillery units. Instead of having three different teams coordinating their efforts to effectively man the guns, the men get information from a UAV, and then do the calculations on the fly, without a separate team for spotting and fire control.
However, Dr. Baeyer was weary of the military should get its hands on this technology. It would create a power vacuum, one that if no one else was working on NPUs would lead to a possible threat of a nation trying to aggressively expand with this new ability. It doesn't matter if they would win or not; what matters is if the NPU gave them the impression that they could win.
"What the hell am I going to do?" Baeyer bemoaned to himself. He looked at the file Academy City had given him, detailing his stay in the city. He checked to see if there was an opening to visit Heaven Canceller's clinic, and saw that conveniently he had a four hour window after the conference to the time he needed to be at the airport.
"I wonder who this patient of his could be?" Baeyer asked himself quietly, resigning to finish his Brandy and his research papers.
"FUCK MY LIFE!" yelled Hamazura, as he began yet another run-or-get-his-ass-handed moment. Again, he was running away from just Yomikawa, but this time it was because he was stupid enough to try and break into a bait car. Why couldn't the car been improperly made; why must it have the fucking sensors that informed Anti-skill of attempted car-jackings? Why was fate a cruel as bitch?!
"Oi, stop there ass hole!" Yomikawa ordered. "If you continue to run, you will get double the time for attempted grand theft auto!"
"Screw that!" Hamazura said. He frantically began thinking of a plethora of ways to avoid getting caught, most of which involved getting into a fist fight (which he knew he would lose), or simply try and out run her. Fate must really hate me.
He turned down an alleyway and saw the open street ahead. Finally, I can get to a crowded area and lose this bitch, rejoiced Hamazura. He double timed himself, and was feeling really cocky. But before he could react, a pair of girls were blocking his exit.
"Damn it!" He tried to stop, but he was simply moving too fast, and he ended up running into the girls.
"Ow!" yelped Kuroko, as she and Angelica fell over, and Hamazura ate the curb. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Mmph!" mumbled Hamazura, his face in the curb. He turned, and paled as he saw the young girls staring at her. He didn't recognized the auburn hair girl, but the black hair girl he recognized as the ones that terrorist had been after. "Aww shit, I guess you recognize me?"
"Yeah, you were that bumbling idiot I managed to kick the ass out of," Angelica mused. "So I suppose you are here to kidnap?"
"What, no!" denied Hamazura quickly, not noting how she said 'kidnap' over 'kill'. "Look, I was merely trying to, eh, get to my dorms! Yeah, my dorm. Can I just go?" He began to get up when he saw to his horror Yomikawa's boot in his face. Yep, fate is a mean ass bitch, and she has me by the balls.
"Stay down!" Yomikawa said as Hamazura crumpled over. She quickly cuffed him and then turned her attention to Angelica and Kuroko. "Huh, fancy meeting you hear, you alright Angelica?"
"I have been better," Angelica replied. "So, what did blondie here do now?" Yomikawa chuckled.
"Oh, well besides his minor involvement with the 'Italians', he is wanted for evasion of arrest and now attempted grand theft auto," Yomikawa said. "So what are you and Kuroko doing?"
Angelica raised an eyebrow, curious as to how Yomikawa knew Kuroko. But then remembering how Kuroko was at the diner when the blonde teen and the Italians tried to kidnap her, she figured that Kuroko probably gave her some vital information.
"Oh, well Kuroko and I decided to hangout after my classes today, and we just got done visiting the book store just around the block," Angelica answered. "How have you been Ms. Yomikawa?"
"Eh, not too bad, just dealing with the aftermath of the terrorist attack," Yomikawa said. "Also, I have been meaning to ask this lately, but how is Ms. Jounan and Nagatenjouki?"
"Ms. Jounan has been helping me with my ability, and other than a few of my classmates being jerks, Nagatenjouki is fine," Angelica stated. "Well, I will let you deal with blondie over here. C'mon Kuroko, let's try out that teriyaki stand near my dorms."
With that, Yomikawa watched Kuroko and Angelica walk away. She thought they seemed like good friends, hell, they could be a good couple if they swung that way. But she turned her attention to Hamazura, and sighed at his attempts to get out of the cuffs.
"Give it up," Yomikawa ordered. "I am not going to throw you into the brig tonight, that bait car was to get you to 'talk', as it were."
"Huh?" Hamazura asked, wondering why the hell he had been set up.
"Well, tomorrow, we have an important scientist coming into the city, that has some enemies, and since you helped the terrorist acquire weapons, we figure you might know of anyone coming into the city," Yomikawa stated, placing her boot on Hamazura's chest. "So, got any leads for us?"
Oh, come the fuck on, does she really think I would help terrorists? Oh, wait, I did, but I didn't think they were going to lead a city wide uprising. But still, does she have no faith in me, thought Hamazura. He looked at her expression, which was slightly impatient and expecting a decent answer. Well, I guess she doesn't.
"Honestly, no," Hamazura said. "After that fucking fiasco involving the Italians, I have been out of the loop from my 'friends'. I haven't gotten any big jobs, I haven't heard of anything major, and I don't know jack shit about this 'important scientist'. So can I go?"
Yomikawa saw his face was not that of someone hiding anything from her, rather a guy trying to get out of the cuffs and run as far as humanly possible from her. She sighed; she really hoped to know who and how many were after Dr. Baeyer.
"Are you absolutely positive you haven't heard anything about a Dr. Baeyer?" Yomikawa asked, fishing for some leads. Hamazura rubbed his chin with his free hand, thinking for a short moment.
"Nah, scientists don't attract the attention of Skill-Out, unless they are involved with the PCP," Hamazura offered. "So since I don't recognize the name, I doubt anyone else in Skill-Out would."
"Very well," Yomikawa said, and she quickly undid the handcuffs, only to slap on Hamazura's wrist a GPS bracelet.
"What the hell?!" Hamazura yelled. "What's this?" Yomikawa chuckled at his response.
"This, my dear delinquent, is a GPS bracelet, accurate to within three feet," Yomikawa said. "It's designed to give Judgment and Anti-Skill officials the verify any alibi you gave. So next time you steal a car, we can prove it was you, and not waste time chasing you around in the dark and damp alleys."
She then walked away, snickering at the 'colorful' display of his language. She sighed however at the lack of any decent leads. She walked back to where her patrol car was, and began to read a file that was given to her to research.
Relaxing herself in the car seat, she opened the file on the Coltello family. She saw that each member had a file that she was to check through the various databases that Anti-Skill had, to make sure they weren't a threat to the city.
First was Mr. Franco Coltello, the eldest in the family. He was listed as a private consultant for various demolition projects, mostly mining and building demolition. Franco had a impressive resume, if it was true. She had a sneaking suspicion that since he was from Italy that he might have ties to the FRF and that these reports were actually fabricated.
Next was Fanca Coltello, was a dropout college student of her late twenties. She had been studying to be a lawyer, but dropped out when her father, a convicted terrorist, died in prison. She filed a lawsuit against the government, trying to clear his name. Ever since the death of her father and the lawsuit (which was oddly swept under the table, much to Yomikawa's surprise), she married Franco Coltello and was listed as having owned a vineyard which she earned a modest income from.
Finally was Pino Coltello, the 'son' of the couple. It was indicated he was adopted at the age of five, and while he didn't have a formal education, he did pass the various educational exams that Italian students were expected to pass if they underwent home-schooling. For a moment, she would've doubt her was adopted, save for him being nearly half the age of his 'mother'.
She sighed, and quickly called a colleague that was also in Anti-Skill.
"Hello," asked the timid voice of Tessou. "What do you need Yomikawa?"
"Hey, why must you sound like I am asking you to disarm some bombs?" Yomikawa asked. She heard Tessou snap a pencil.
"Because you literary had me disarming no less than five bombs!" Tessou yelled throw the phone. "So sorry if I am a bit hesitant to give you my help. So I will ask again, what do you need?"
Yomikawa chuckled, forgetting about the bomb defusals. She would've done them herself, but after the massacre of her squad at the armory, she got a bit wasted after the terrorist withdrew. However, the next day, they found several bombs around the city. Needless to say, with her head killing her and her fingers as nimble as a mis-programmed robot, she insisted the newly inducted Anti-Skill officer do the bomb disarming.
"Look, I want you to verify the story that the Coltello family gave Anti-Skill," Yomikawa said. "I don't want a family of terrorist getting into the city, with the intent of blowing someone or something up." She heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
"Oh, okay, that I can do," Tessou said. "I will verify their story by the morning."
"Thank you," Yomikawa said. "Perhaps you could come with my friend and I to this little stand that we know as a treat." She hung up, and begun to rub her tender head. "I hope nothing crazy happens tomorrow."
Author's Notes: First thing first; I'M SO SORRY! I didn't mean to take a month to do this chapter; I just had to take care of my family friend's dogs for a week, then my brother got a job recently, so I had to adjust to not write utter shit, and finally I tried at least four different ideas, none of them working until now.
The main problem was that this was a filler chapter, that way it wasn't rushed, and I suck at filler chapters. I will need to write for my other stories, get an idea written so it can stop plaguing my mind, then I will get the next chapter out. When, IDK, probably safe to say in two weeks (?). But onto the reviews;
-Triser: See, I haven't read the railgun magna, I watched the anime, and use the wiki to get information when needed. So while yes, she does have a powerful black lighting, that doesn't happen until much later (after the Level 6 shift program), so Mugino would rightly be pissed off at the Railgun. Also, Frenda doesn't have an ability, that is why she uses a combination of explosives and close-quarters-combat techniques to take down her targets.
-DarkOw1: Yeah, the FRF trio will need to be careful not to attract too much attention from Academy City, and Frenda's knowledge of Franca will be an issue later as well. Also, thanks for your weapon suggestions; they were helpful. I chose not to take the P-90, as that was Henrietta's PDW of choice, and the FMG-9, while interesting, doesn't offer anything a Glock 18 wouldn't, considering the FMG-9 uses a Glock 18 as the pistol, with the only difference being the frames.
-crismonkatana: Thanks for your vote of approval! Also, that is an interesting idea for Pino's ability, that would suit him very well.
Also, one last thing before I go, since there is still quite a bit of time before the start of the Raildex universe, if you have ideas for what ITEM could do for missions, send them in, I might incorporate them into the story.
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