The four members of Schwarz rode silently in Crawford's black BMW. The passing street lamps along the highway lit them in a sharp relief. Finally they came to a warehouse. They all got out of the car, and started walking towards the seemingly empty grey three story building. Crawford started to hesitate.
Flashes of broken windows, and the smell of singed hair came to him. "Keep on your toes. Schuldig, anyone in there?"
Schuldig tapped about the building mentally. "No one."
"Okay, you go in first, Nagi you follow him. Farferello and I will keep watch out here."
Schuldig grinned. "Come on, young man. We have work to do."
Nagi nodded at him. The two walked in through the closed double doors.
The whole place smelled of dust and unlived in space. Schuldig and Nagi split up, inspecting the whole room. Just boxes and rats.
Reaching in his pocket Schuldig pulled out a Blow Pop. "Ugh."
Nagi gave him a look of displeasure. "What?"
"It's Sour Apple. . .I always take these out. I only eat strawberry. Oh well." The cocky smile reappeared. "Now, where were we, ah yes. Elimination."
Nagi and Schuldig silently stalked every inch of the first floor for the targets. Nothing. Nagi floated up the stairs to the second floor. "Schuldig", he called from the landing. "I think you should come see this."
Schuldig ran up the steps to be next to Nagi. As he looked over the landing he saw it; a large coffee table with a large box with a bow on it. Schuldig looked at Nagi. "Let's see what this is about."
The two came to the box which was black with a silver ribbon. A card was attached with a string to top of the box. "Hmmmm. . .Let's see who was nice enough." Schuldig grasped the card between his index and forefinger and snapped the string a single quick upstroke of his wrist. . .
Nagi felt the energy from the blast before the got big enough to engulf the room in fire and heat. He put up a shield around himself a Schuldig as the explosion blew them both towards the window behind them. Nagi's head cracked against the pane before he was tossed out on the wave of fire. That momentary lapse in concentration dissipated the shield around himself and Schuldig. For an instant Schuldig was immersed in an inferno. Nagi lost sight of him as Schuldig flew out the window, arched and started a downward descent towards the concrete below.
"Schuldig!" Nagi regained his mindset and flew out the window, powered by his telekinesis. He scrambled out an grabbed for Schuldig's hand, but it was just out of his grasp. . .
Crawford heard a loud booming sound, and watched as every window on the second floor of the warehouse light up, and then shatter. He watched as a figure in a singed white suit fly from one of the windows. It started downward, and fell.
(He's falling too fast.)
Crawford ran over, but it was too late. Schuldig hit the pavement with a sickening crunch. Crawford knelt down.
Schuldig was in bad shape. One of his legs was folded under him at an odd angle. His arms were outstretched, his fingers twitching. His eyelids fluttered. He turned his head to Crawford and smiled.
"Eh. . .I really fucked this one up didn't I. . ." Schuldig coughed raggedly. Blood splattered over his chest. "Oh shit. . .my favorite suit."
Crawford looked him over. "Keep talking to me. . .I need you to keep talking until help arrives."
Schuldig started to laugh. "And here, I thought you cared nothing about me."
Crawford grimaced. "Stop that. Save your energy. And no, I do care nothing about you."
Schuldig smirked. "I'll keep letting you think that." He whispered. Schuldig's eyes closed as he lost consciousness.