A Certain Magical Index series created by Kazuma Kamachi and Dengeki Bunko

This is a Fanfiction written by: ~Emerald Sonata~

Starring: Last Order, Fremea Seivelun, and Fraulein Kreutune

A Certain Mystical Last Order

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Eleven Done, One Too Many:
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"M-Misaka is in trouble and she can't get out, squeaks Misaka as Misaka pushes the trolley with the two half-dead girls under the tarp!"

Last Order was alive. Miraculously. She somehow was able to break off contact from the Black Op soldiers of Hound Dog unit and spirited herself out of the immediate combat zone. At the same time, she was able to use her powers to wrap some chains around the Spider and Jelly Fish Magicians to drag them around with her Electromaster Power.

Right now, she was racing through the wide halls and lobbies of the open airports. The middle schooler from Judgement was also pushing one of those carts people use to carry their heavy *ss luggages from check-in, to departure, to arrival. She wasn't planning on taking an emergency flight out of her country, she wasn't a criminal and neither was she a coward to run away from a just fight.

Rather, she had stuffed the two Magician girls onto the 3 meter long, 1 meter wide, and 2 meter tall luggage cart as a makeshift stretcher. As there were two girls who each had armor-piercing bullet wounds freshly pouring red from their bosoms, a sight like that would draw more than just a few eyes. So, Last Order had no choice but unceremoniously hide their battered bodies under a tarp she pulled from a janitor's closet. She also layered the bottom of the trolley with a ridiculous amounts of folded blankets that could rival a bed. if she didn't, she would be leaving a thick amount of blood in her way.

Due to how fast she was weaving through the crowd, even if some excess red painted dots across the quartz-tiled flooring no one will notice. Maybe it's also because the area she was in had speckles of red tiles to portray a pod of salmon running up a river for spawning. Maybe it was trying for a Canadian theme departure gate. Who knows.

"M-Misaka has to hurry or they'll lose more then 2/3 of their blood. Th-this is one of the most advanced airports in Academy City, and across the world, i-it should have a mobile Red Cross Blood Donation booth or something, yelps Misaka as Misaka runs through the crowd like a mad shopper!"

The girl had to fly through the lines of people coming and going from boarding and offloading from planes. There were so many people from different parts of the world, Canada, America, China, Hong Kong, Singapore, England, France, Russia. It was the fact these people arrived to Academy City for the first time, their impression where even students are handling adult work in such a technology advanced society didn't raise any suspicion of a small girl madly running around with a large human sized trolley covered in a cheap tarp.

"No good. At this rate, they'll go into shock from the lack of blood, mutters Misaka as Misaka recalls her biology class this morning. She needs to call for paradmedics!"

Impossible. The situation she was in was too sensitive. First, the two people she was spiriting away were people from the Magic Side. If it's not the fact they would refuse high-end medical or surgical procedures, their body circuitry in terms of supporting magic is fundamentally different. Not to mention, the wounds the Spider woman and Jelly Fish girl sustained could only be possible on a live military battlefield. How was she going to explain the source of those advanced bullet holes made by hollow-point projectiles?

"What to do? What to do!?"

The two girls were losing blood. Even if Last Order used her girl scout training to dress and apply considerable pressure, it was still a gun shot wound. The damages were too extreme when it was fired out of a semi-automatic rifle with high caliber bullets. And running around aimlessly through coming and going passengers wasn't helping her to solve the problem faster. So there was one thing to do.

"M-make a call! Make a call, s-stutters Misaka as Misaka struggles to press the right phone number for that Fruit Chopper girl from Judgement office!"

Swipe to the bottom of her speed-dial.