Hajime 1: Who's the Third?

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Nagasaki; September 14th; 1994

Once the trio had arrived back at New Nagasaki, Junko took Mukuro away up to her room for the welcoming party while Hajime remained behind at his usual desk, looking over the reports of everything that had happened while he was gone. Luckily, not much he had to personally deal with. He had changed out of his tuxedo and instead wore a sleek green suit. As he was mulling over the papers, he heard someone stomp up to his desk and looked up, finding the displeased face of Miu Iruma.

Miss Miu Iruma; one of the few people who despite her brashness and natural harsh nature, knew Hajime was not someone to go up against. She was an inventor before the pandemic and was now one of the most esteemed and respected tinkerers New Nagasaki ever knew. She was wearing her bright pink mechanic jumpsuit, a helmet under one arm; fingerless black gloves on and a black scrunchie tied back in her ponytail.

"Yeah?" Hajime asked, not wanting to be delayed. "You look an absolute wreck,"

"That's cuz I am a fucking wreck! Didn't ya hear?! A fuel truck exploded down there, a bunch of people got put in the hospital!" Miu spewed out quickly. "Kazuichi and I were one of the few lucky ones...I bet most of them are gonna kick the bucket come tomorrow,"

Hajime nodded. "What a shame. I'll let her know immediately. Anything else?"

"Yeah, I got somethin' more to say," She slammed her fist down on his desk and leaned forward. "Ya also tell Enoshima-sama that this all happened because of that creepy fuckwad Nagito! He was fuckin' around in some shit and blew up damn near the whole place!"

"I see," He sighed. "Why don't you go tell her yourself?"

Miu stepped back a bit, suddenly looking afraid before the fierceness returned to her expression. "Sorry for pullin' your dick about it so much, it's just...he's a creepy, destructive piece of shit! He might keep at this, and what if I or Kazuichi get killed? You just lost some of the best mechanics in this whole place!"

"No, I get it," Hajime ran his hands along on his temple. "How do you guys know it was Komaeda-san though?"

"Because! Who else would be dumb enough to do such a thing?" She demanded.

"I was told he was still out further down south, searching old military bases,"

"Guess he came back early. He was showin' us some stuff he got when one of the pilots started cracking jokes. At first, even he was laughin', but then it went too far or some shit like that I guess. Next thing we knew, the truck was rigged to blow, and blow it did! Right in our fuckin' faces!" She explained. "I just wonder about her sometimes. He's got that special necklace us higher-ups do, but I feel like he's too much of a whack-job to have it,"

Hajime nodded again.

"He did that shit because someone mocked him. Does that sound safe to ya? I want him gone," She made a slitting motion at her throat with her thumb. "Like that," She gasped, as if remembering something, then pulled part of her sleeve up. "Take a looker!"

He did look, probably against his best judgement, as he quickly drew back at the burnt and scarred flesh marring her arm.

"Got this sucker trying to escape myself. I was close to the blast," She rolled her sleeve back down and looked away. "Look, all I'm sayin' is to get rid of that creepy bastard. Think we'd all be better off without him anyway."

Hajime wrote down her report, managed to thank her, and sent her on her way to Mikan and Tsumugi before he continued organizing his papers.

What was happening? Things were happening too quickly, too unpredictably. Junko had known about that old alcoholic, that had been child's play. She knew about Kyoko too, and eagerly relayed to them what she was going to do to her. Yet, she had escaped her at the last second. Junko herself had admitted she didn't know who the third spy, and here was Nagito, acting almost entirely on his own again. Last time he heard, Miu and Tsumugi had literally collared him and led him around by a chain hanging from his neck, commanding him to do or go where-ever or whatever they needed. He listened to everyone like a servant; in fact, the majority of the other higher-ups took to mocking him by referring to him as simply 'The Servant' instead of using his real name. So why had he suddenly acted on his own?

Nagito might've been a nobody back in the old days, but he wasn't anymore. He wore Junko's stone and wandered half of the country for her will. He had always served her faithfully, no matter his hesitance.

"Big Brother?" A voice called out to him, and Hajime looked up again to see a buxom blonde standing there; more golden than Miu Iruma. Her hair was tied back with a fancy pink kanzashi and she wore a frilly white, pink, and black furisode with a matching pink fan in her belt and black zori with regular white tabi. Despite the conservative nature of her clothing, her breasts still strained against the fabric, looking ready to pop straight through the outfit.

"What do you want?" Hajime asked, noticing for the first time that the girl looked pale and almost terrified, contrasting with her mature appearance.

"May I please go speak to Mistress Enoshima? I need to,"

"Huh-uh, I'm sure you do," He replied snarkily, not in the mood for pranks.

"Don't blow me off like that! I was told to go to her! She told me to!" The girl suddenly cried, tears appearing in her eyes.

Hajime sighed and got out another pen, also not in the mood for crocodile tears. "Who said that?"

She sniffled. "Big Sister Ibuki did,"

"I'm going to need a last name,"

"Big Sister...Mioda Ibuki,"

"And what's your name?"

"Saionji Hiyoko," She giggled weakly. "Saionji Hiyoko, pleasure to meet you," She bowed in a way that let him see down her kimono into her cleavage.

"Well, Saionji-san, she's not accepting visitors right now. The second she is, I'll send you up there, but for now, just tell me what it is you wanted to tell her and I'll tell her myself later," He stated.

"When will that be?" Hiyoko whined.

"I don't know. Now tell me what it is that's so important, or leave," He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and Hiyoko pouted.

"If it's something that she wants to know, can you please tell her I was the one who said it? Saionji Hiyoko," She bounced a bit.

"Alright,"

"You won't forget, will you?"

"No, I won't! Now tell me what the hell it is you have to tell me!" He yelled in frustration, and Hiyoko took a step back, looking offended.

"You don't have to be so mean and bully me like that!" She sobbed.

Hajime just sighed wearily and waited for her to grow tired of crying. Once she did, he started again: "Now, what do you have to say?"

"That dummy. I bet he's around here, spying on us. Did I mention that motherfucker pulled a gun out on me? A dick, am I right?" She sneered.

"Wait, what dummy?"

"That dummy friend of his! I already saw that retarded guy, so I figured he's here too. They're obviously not from our side, they're too nice. So if they're here, they gotta be spying, you know? Because they're both pussies!" She snickered while Hajime sighed.

"It's been a long day. Start making some sense, or I'm kicking you out," He ordered, and Hiyoko gasped in offense again.

"Fine, fine, stupid," She sat down on one of the chairs and felt herself sink in slightly as she crossed her legs. And then, she began to tell Hajime everything about meeting Chihiro Fujisaki and Gonta Gokuhara in her hometown. She mentioned the green tea; how she was just trying to tease the simple-minded one, but that deaf-dumb bastard pulled a gun out on her, and how she shot at them as they left town.

"And?" Hajime asked after she was done. "Everything you've told me proves absolutely nothing,"

Hiyoko put her hands on her hips, glaring at him. "Isn't it obvious, Big Brother Hajime? They were sent here to spy, I bet! I already saw that stupid softie a few days ago,"

"Gokuhara Gonta was the name?" Hajime stared at her, and she nodded. He tried to put a face to the name and recalled briefly seeing Gonta around a few times, helping the technical crews. He was a big dark-haired guy, definitely a few lights off upstairs, but not as bad as that whiny bitch was making him out to be. People were streaming in almost daily, though, so he didn't know anything more about him. For more technical stuff, he'd have to go to Korekiyo Shinguji, who had detailed files about everyone in New Nagasaki.

"Ooooh, are you going to arrest him?" Hiyoko suddenly asked, her eyes lighting up in childish glee. Hajime just shook his head at her.

"I'm thinking I'm more likely to arrest you for continuously bothering me,"

She gasped in true offense at that, jumping up and pointing a finger at him. "I'm just trying to do you a fucking favour, you pussy! And this is how you treat me?"

"I said I'd check it,"

"Yeah right! You ain't going to do shit!" She huffed out cutely, stomping her foot and storming out of the room in a childish way. Hajime just rolled his eyes. A brat was all she was, plain and simple. She was one of those people who'd cry and scream and fight until she was given exactly what it was she wanted, even if she was clearly in the wrong. Hell, it had been two months and she still had a grudge out for that mute guy. What even was his name? Fujisaki?

After he was sure she wasn't going to come back in some sort of tempered display, he made a note to himself on the computer's notepad feature. He rarely used the computer aside from making super important notes to himself about the community; specific things he had to tell Junko. He thought for a second before beginning to slowly type out:

Fujisaki or Fujikawa Chihiro, or maybe Chiyo, in town somewhere? Mute. Check in with Shinguji-san about Gokuhara-san.

After typing it out, he saved the note and shut the computer off, going back to his other notes. Eventually his mind left the thought of pouty Hiyoko Saionji and her grudge and her large breasts and instead on Nagito and what Junko might say or even do when he finally told her about him.

Shortly after Hiyoko stormed out of the hotel's lobby, Gonta was staring out of the window of the apartment he currently lived in, staring at the full moon. The moon was full. When the moon was full, that meant it was time to head back.

His apartment in New Nagasaki was vastly different from his house back in Hope's Peak. There were no bugs or strange decorations. Only bare furniture essentials. He was glad to be heading back though, because he soon realized he didn't really like New Nagasaki all that much. It had a certain feeling to it, a vibe Gonta couldn't quite put his finger on, only that it felt bad.

True, a majority of the people weren't bad and were every bit just like someone he'd find at Hope's Peak. He liked Ibuki and her passion for music. He liked Tsumugi and those cute suspender dresses she made herself. He liked Miu and Kazuichi because they loved to tinker with cars and electronics; they were intense but they reminded him fondly of Chihiro. He especially liked Gundham and his fascination with animals; once Gonta learned he too was deaf and actually tutored Chihiro in the past to be more eloquent, they had even more discussions.

Yes, everyone seemed to like him and nobody ever made fun of him for being slower and simpler in his thoughts. They all welcomed him in and gave him a job and laughed with him, even traded parts of their lunches for things he had sometimes. They were all very good people, but there was something off about all of them.

It was like they were pretending to be happy and helpful, but on the inside, they were afraid and despairful. Sometimes they'd just stop in the middle of what they were doing with dull looks in their eyes, or do whatever it was that was told of them without even questioning it.

He had seen Kyoko once, from Hope's Peak, briefly, and then never again. What had happened to her? Was she spying too? Did she ever make it back? Gonta found himself afraid to find out.

Gonta grabbed his backpack full of food and took a final look around, remembering he was to only travel at night and sleep during the day. He stepped outside and got on his bike, silently pedaling away on one of the back roads. The moon was bright and glaring, casting hard shadows on everything. Despite that, two hours later, he was still traveling, and not a single person back in New Nagasaki had noticed, not a single alarm was raised.

For the first night, everything went fine. Gonta was thankful to see New Nagasaki grow smaller and smaller in the distance with every pedal of the bike. The next night, however, he was suddenly paralyzed by a deep, dark sense of fear, one that could only belong to the smiling woman. Gonta secretly called her that, except when she smiled, animals puked their internal organs. When she smiled at you, your blood froze where it flowed in your veins, leaving you grey and pallid. When she walked past a construction site, the men would cheer and wolf-whistle, as they'd do normally, except when they'd return to their work, they'd find themselves putting shingles on upside-down and nailing their hands to boards and jumping off gutters.

He could feel her presence in the darkness, glancing around, looking for him, trying to find him.

In a panic, Gonta pedaled faster and harder, practically flying. He was leaned far ahead on his handlebars and had a crazy thought that that was the true reason why Junko couldn't find him. He felt his heart pounding and his breath growing heavy as the presence finally left him a few miles down the road. He could nearly collapse from both relief and exhaustion. He hadn't been found by her.

Gonta pedaled on until about five in the morning, finding a small forest he could take refuge in. After checking everything, he pulled his jacket off and placed it around his head, then fell asleep almost instantly under the shade of the trees.

Junko had finally returned back to New Nagasaki. It felt great to be back; to her, it felt as though nothing had even changed. Except now she was a sister of the bride or whatever they called it now, and was going to be an aunt! After she returned, she left Hajime down at his desk to tend to current affairs while she went back upstairs to her room. Several people stared in shock and surprise when Mukuro walked by, still covered in her corpse makeup and wearing a black gown torn around the chest area, a vacant look in her eyes. Junko paid them no mind and just grinned, waving to Hajime before the elevator doors shut.

Hajime kept himself busy for the next few hours, knowing Junko would want some time alone with Mukuro; doing what, he had no idea and no real desire to find out. Not only did he deal with Iruma's complaint, but also tried to dig up some more information on Gonta Gokuhara just in case that Hiyoko Saionji girl was onto something. She probably wasn't, given her attitude, but it was always better safe than sorry where Junko was concerned.

After organizing everything he needed, he sent a call down to the receptionist on another floor.

"Bonjour?" Celestia Ludenberg's heavy French accent filled his ears. Some of the others whispered about how it was fake, though never to her actual face. "Who is this?"

"Hinata-san,"

"Ah, Monsieur Hajime! How are you feeling today?"

"Fine, as fine as I can be. I just have a quick question. Can you call me over to Kazuichi-san? 7349?"

"Hm? I do not believe he is at home right now. I think he might be...down at the landing strip? I can ask Mademoiselle Mahiru to tell him you called," He could almost feel the syrup dripping from her sugary tone.

"Great, do that,"

"Monsieur Hajime, before you hang up on me, I was wondering...would you perhaps like to partake in some tea and cakes at some point? I fondly appreciate your company, yet I feel as though I rarely get it,"

"Soon, I promise," He grimaced a bit. Celestia Ludenberg was young, supposedly foreign, and was a gambler before the world ended, yet nobody could separate her truths from her lies. Hajime always wondered if she had a thing for him by how often she kept trying to ask him out. Regardless, she had proven to be a fast learner and seemed fascinated with learning how to operate phones; after the power had gotten back online that was their first priority. She was harsh on the other operators, but did her own job with patience and pride. She also had a strange fondness for chocolate-buttercream cake.

He had a sudden though that Hiyoko might be more tolerable if her body was paired with Celestia's skills and mild-mannerisms.

After a few seconds, he heard another phone dialing as Celestia reconnected their connection, and Hajime cleared his throat.

"Hello?" A quiet voice asked after a few more seconds. "This is Shinguji,"

"Really? Great, just the person I was looking for." Hajime sighed in relief.

"What is it you requested?" Shinguji was a quiet, tall man who normally kept to himself, making records of everyone who arrived in New Nagasaki as well as their jobs. Nobody expected him to be great at it; he was nearly perfect at it. Most found him strange because he insisted on wearing old-fashioned green-grey uniforms everywhere and a black mask over his face, even in the humidity. Junko told Hajime once in a random mood that come 1995, he would receive a promotion, though she didn't say what that'd further entail.

"Do you have your records with you?"

"Always."

"Can you look up information on a Gokuhara Gonta-san for me?"

There was a minute or two of silence before Hajime heard a page flip.

"I found him here...estimated to be around late twenties or early thirties, he himself strangely did not confirm. Light mental issues, but a few working skills. Had him on construction," Shinguji read out.

"How long has he been here?" Hajime pressed a key on his keyboard over and over again with the end of a pencil.

"I would say less than three weeks. A very interesting person he is, though,"

"From Hiroshima?"

"He is not the first, you know. Plenty of people here thought it would be better for them on this side and not that side...I wonder why they thought that. Surely it doesn't matter...or does it?" He paused. "The notes I took, however, say that this man was driven out by them instead of leaving willingly. Something about having a regular girlfriend and them being afraid for their genes. All very interesting,"

"What was his address?" Hajime asked, taking the pencil off the keyboard and instead preparing to write, doing so when Shinguji told him. "I have one last question. Just another one,"

"Hmmmm?"

"Are you also familiar with the name Fujisaki Chihiro?"

"Oh, they are on my Red List!" He gasped instantly.

"What's that?" Hajime asked. "Actually, better question. Who gave you that name?"

"Who decides the names of us all? Who decides who we are meant to be?" Shinguji responded, making Hajime roll his eyes.

"Never mind. I have pretty much everything I need to know anyway," He hung up on Shinguji, quickly dialing another number. What was the Red List? Red always meant bad, danger.

Death.

You never wrote in red.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Hajime," Celestia tittered when he called her again.

"Celestia-san, who's working at Security right now?" He asked urgently.

"Hm? Why, that would be Monsieur Fuyuhiko." She gasped.

"Get him right now for me, and don't tell him I called you,"

"Why, certainly," She hung up.

A few seconds later, however, the phone line changed again.

"Yeah?" Fuyuhiko asked immediately. Despite the tone and backstory, Hajime knew Fuyuhiko was secretly a good man; his time spent hanging around the yakuza was more than enough to prove him of that.

"I'll make it quick. There's a man I need you to get. Bring him alive, even if you lose men. I don't care, just get him here alive. Gokuhara Gonta is the name. I'm sure he's at home right now. Bring him to me," He told Fuyuhiko the address and made him repeat it back.

"How important is this?"

"Very important. Trust me, you're going to make someone very happy if you do this right," Hajime promised.

An hour later, Fuyuhiko called back and reported it seemed as though Gonta had left.

"But I'm not worried about shit. The guy's got a simple mind and can't even drive. We'll have him in no time, I guarantee," He boasted, and Hajime just nodded and hung up. He suddenly felt a great chill of disquieting fear.

Something felt off. The third spy had been there all along, and Junko hadn't known. She literally just hadn't known. Was there something wrong with her? Was her power weakening..?

No, Hajime couldn't afford such thoughts then. If it wasn't for her, he would've starved to death months ago in prison. He literally owed his very life to her.

"U-Umm...she says she wants you," Mikan relayed nervously when Hajime left his desk to check on the other phones. He nodded and turned around, heading for the elevator instead.

Junko knew everything except for the third spy. How?

Junko always knew everything.

"Come in, Hajime-kun!" Junko greeted cheerfully, which Hajime had no idea to take if that meant she was upset or genuinely happy. He walked in anyway, offering her a bow and assessing the surroundings. The room was freezing cold from an AC being turned on high, and Junko was bouncing around, wearing a white turtleneck crop with a miniskirt made from red graham, a side ponytail tied with a red scrunchie and a Kuma-chan appliqué on her kneesocks. "I know you two already met, but it was just a brief exchange of your names! Barely an introduction at all! I'd like for you to meet the new and improved big sister of mine, Ikusaba Mukuro-chan!" She cheered.

Mukuro was sitting on one of the blue couches in the room, slowly pulling a brush of mascara out of its tube, making it suck loudly before she put it back in, then pulled it back out, then kept repeating the motion. Hajime stepped closer to her and found her dressed in a bright pastel pink pinafore and white sailor-style dress that made her resemble a cushion, right up to the giant pink bow in her hair. Actually, with her glassy and dead eyes, she'd have a better comparison with a doll.

"You've been a terrible husband as of late, you know. Neglecting your poor, dear wife, is it really any surprise she ended up like this? I know you've been busy though...I guess that means this marriage is doomed," Junko sighed dramatically.

"Why is she dressed like that?" Hajime asked instead, feeling eerie.

"I thought a makeover session would help improve the spirits of my older sister! Isn't she positively glowing now?!" Junko grinned happily and placed her hands on Mukuro's shoulders. "I thought you'd prefer her this way too. She's perfect; wears whatever you want, always listens and never complains! And watch this!" She yanked the tube out of Mukuro's hands; they were left frozen in that position. "Big Sister, start touching yourself! I think Hajime-kun would enjoy watching that!"

Mukuro slowly placed her hands on her breasts and started to squeeze them tightly robotically. She squished one with one hand while the other moved towards her crotch and disappeared up her skirt where she squirmed around.

Hajime just watched in blank horror.

"I had Mikan-chan do a test on her shortly after we arrived because I wanted to be extra sure, and I was right! She's got a bun in the oven, as they like to say! Congratulations, Hajime-kun! You're going to be a father, and I'm going to be an aunt!" She squealed.

"Speaking of her, she told me you had something to say to me?" Hajime treaded carefully.

"Oh yeah. I just wanted a status update on things. We can talk around Big Sister, she doesn't care. Like one of those baby dolls you whisper your secrets to," She took a seat at her bar and crossed her leg one over the other. "First, the airport..."

And so for the next hour Hajime filled Junko in on how things down at the landing strip were doing, and eventually she started to giggle.

"You say two pilots are all ready already? Haha...I want at least one more. Then I'm going to make them fly right over Hope's Peak and destroy them! I'll bomb them harder than they were in the Second World War! That'll teach them to send spies!" She laughed loudly, nearly drooling. "That'll teach them!"

"Speaking of which, we know who the third spy is," Hajime started, making Junko pause briefly before snickering.

"No you don't. You don't really,"

"I do though,"

Junko stopped laughing and stared at him carefully. Even Mukuro briefly flicked her eyes over to them before looking away. The air felt still.

"If my information is correct, he's the friend of someone named Fujisaki Chihiro-san,"

Junko had pounced on Hajime then, throwing him to the floor and standing on his chest harshly. She laughed.

"If you already knew, then why the everloving fuck did we spend an hour talking about some stupid fucking airplanes?!" She seethed. "I should throw you out that fucking window!" She stepped hard on his chest in her socks, making him cough.

"You never let me see your Red List! If I had seen it, I could've had him by last night!" Hajime shot back.

Junko paused and picked Hajime up before hurling him into another wall, making him groan in pain as he saw stars. Junko cried out and knocked over a shelf of pale purple knickknacks; they were all glass so they shattered in a loud symphony. Mukuro stared at her in wide-eyed terror. She cried and screamed, kicking the larger pieces around with her feet. Strands of hair fell loose from her ponytail.

At last, she breathed heavily and glanced at Hajime, gasping. She ran a hand through her hair. "Want something to drink? I know you're underaged, but a drink could help you calm down," She slowly walked over to her bar.

Moodswing, Hajime realized, and took a seat. "Anything is fine,"

She gave him some vodka and orange juice and after drinking the mix he had to admit he felt a bit better.

"Yes. I have a Red List with nine names on it...though it's just five now. Their whole council as well as the young girl. But Fujisaki is a dead man, I'm totes sure of that. Deader than dead. Couldn't get anymore dead than he is right now! He used to be on that list though,"

Hajime quickly told Junko the story, starting with Hiyoko Saionji and ending with Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. Junko just nodded as she listened along.

"So, you're like, suggesting he's a retard?" She asked cutely. "Fantastic! That explains why I was unable to sense his presence!" She raced over to the phone in her room and pulled it off, twirling the cord around in her fingers. She told Fuyuhiko she wanted as many people as he could find to get into helicopters and search for him, and to give hourly reports. After she hung up, she snickered.

"We'll still be able to get him, oh yes! I just wish we could send his head back as a present for his dear friend Chihiro-kun. But he's dead now, isn't he, Big Sister?" She put her hands on her hips and looked over at Mukuro, who was staring ahead blankly.

"It's going to be dark in just a few hours though. Helicopters won't be of much use," Hajime reminded her carefully.

"And? They can spend all day searching tomorrow! He couldn't be far," She scoffed.

"I have one other thing. About...Komaeda-san," He hesitated a bit.

"Yes, our beloved Servant. Has he found anything super interesting yet on one of those expeditions he likes to do?" She clasped her hands together eagerly, the light catching her pink heart studs.

"I don't know where he is right now," He relayed what Iruma had told him the other day, making her nod.

"I see. Well then. When he returns, I'll just have him killed!" She decided happily. "Put him down just like a dog! But painlessly. It's a bit of a shame, honestly. I was hoping he'd last longer...oh well!" She bounced up and down. "Even a queen makes mistakes when choosing her advisors!"

Junko then walked over to Mukuro and poked her cheek, earning no response. She poked again, then yanked on her hair, which made Mukuro move away slightly. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and started to rub the dark red on Mukuro's lips; she only barely puckered. Junko grinned to herself. "The helicopters have the moon to see by tonight. That retarded fool is probably biking around in broad daylight, thinking those silly spirits of his blind child-queen will protect him. But she's dead, isn't she? And so are her beliefs," She laughed and poked Mukuro's cheek again. "You are positively glowing! I can't wait to be an aunty!" Mukuro just shuddered.

"I'm going to be taking my leave now," Hajime bowed awkwardly as Junko just waved him away.

"Goodbye," She was in the middle of applying pink eyeshadow onto Mukuro, who sat there motionless and blank.

He swallowed and went back to his own desk, trying to avoid thinking about Junko. He had one little nagging thought in the back of his mind though, and that was:

Junko is acting stranger than she ever has been. Things are almost over for her, and I think she realizes it too.

Hajime sent a call out to check-in with the pilots, soon receiving an earful of swears.

"Fuckin' Servant! He rigged a ton of helicopters to blow! All of our pilots are dead as doornails now!" Iruma griped.

"Well, check everything then! See if you can unrig the explosives before you fly them," Hajime shouted back.

"What's the fucking point?" Iruma scoffed.

"What's the fucking point?! What will happen if she learns-"

"So? Everyone who could fly a plane are dead. Only Kazuichi and I are left, and we couldn't tell a cockpit from a real cock. We don't need those jets and helicopters anymore," Her voice sounded remorseful at the end before she hung up, and Hajime just let the phone hang down from the cord uselessly, a look of shock on his face.