Bubble Gum HYTE (Fan-fic)
Source: Bubble Gum Crisis/Crash
Author: Diortem
Chapter 2:
Nene and Linna took their seats as quickly as they could, both very eager to see this show. For one, both of them were very big fans of Vision, and for second, it was a given that they would be here to support their friend Priss. The crowed filled in around them, besides the seats they held the extras for, some rowdy, some trying to keep a calm face, but all of them were ecstatic to be at this show.
Nene looked around rather worried, as if expecting someone. "Linna... When you said you were inviting someone with the extras, who did you think you could get at this short notice?"
Linna grinned. "You wait. I think you will be glad to see these two." Her eyes thinned a little, as if she was being a little smug. "And Priss will be all the more happy for it, whether she cares to admit it or not," she said more to herself than anyone.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind," she laughed and waved her hand dismissing it. "When they get here, you will know."
* * *
Leon looked at his phone as it told him he had a call. Not really worried at who it might be, he picked it up. A young lady in mid-length black hair with a headband keeping it in place and out of her face answered. "Um... hello? Can I speak to a, Mr. McNichol?"
"Speaking... what's up, miss?" He kept a rather professional attitude, despite wanting to instantly play the lady's man on the phone. Who knows... this could be someone he would have to work with soon and may regret that so soon.
The girl spoke with a charge in her voice and a big grin on her face. "Hey there, this is Linna Yamazaki, a friend of your co-worker, Ms. Romanova?"
"Nene? Yeah.. she is a good kid..." his eyebrow went up. "Has she done anything to warrant this call?"
The girl was flustered... bringing a smile to Leon's face. He loved to mess with Nene's head from time to time, so why not mess with her friend's as well? However, she continued to speak. "Well, um... no. I just wanted to know if you cared to spend a night out with us at..."
She didn't get any farther before Leon took over again. "No, I don't think so. She is a good kid and all, but I think tonight I'm just gonna go home."
"But it's at the Vision concert." Her timing couldn't be much better with this, as Daley was coming into the office with their civilian jackets, about time to close shop.
"That's all very nice and..."
...And Daley nearly tossed Leon out of the seat and took over the phone. "WHAT?!?!?!?.. err.. ahem... excuse me, miss." He then turned on his partner. "Your about to throw away the chance to go see Vision now? Are you INSANE?!?!?"
"Not insane, just not interested."
With a grunt, Daley looked indignant at Leon, before turning back to the phone. "Don't worry miss, we will be there."
Linna grinned. "Thank you, um... I'm not sure what your name is..."
"Its Daley Wong."
"Well, Nene will be happy to see you..." she looked over her shoulder and quickly back kinda panicked. "But I gotta go. I want it to be a surprise for her when you two show up. Bye!"
Daley looked at Leon as the machine snapped to lifelessness. "And you were going to back out on 'poor little Nene?' Sometimes Leon..." He put on his jacket and went out the door, leaving Leon to follow, knowing he will probably hear about this for a few weeks.
* * *
And here they were, now a few minutes before showtime. Leon looked at the crowd, not sure how he was expected to get in through all these people. Daley, however, was more on the ball. In the lobby, he went straight to the information booth, leaving Leon to watch everyone come in, one or two of which spread out in front of him, waiting for him to search them. After the second couple did this, he finally figured it out and sighed. "Its gonna be a long night..." Leon thought to himself.
Daley, meanwhile made his move to find the ladies who invited them to this show. Leaning on the desk, he waited patiently till a man with long white hair, and almost scary deep dark eyes walked up to the desk. The man looked at him like he could see through him. "Can I help you, sir?"
Daley took a moment to recover from the shock of the man, before grinning. "Yeah... A miss Nene Romanova and her friend... um.. dammit, I don't remember her name..." He turned and belted as loud as he could toward Leon, "HEY LEON! CAN YOU GET OVER HERE A SEC?" A moment passed before he realized Leon couldn't here him. He turned back to the man. "Um... I will be right back..." and he sped off, straight to his partner.
Leon hadn't moved from where at this point he had sit down, against a wall, where he would be left alone and not asked for the 500th time "where is the bathroom?" How would he know? He has been here how often, once? Maybe twice? A hand on his shoulder jutted him out of this train of thought with a start. "Huh? Wha? Oh... what's the deal Daley?"
Daley winked, in a playful mood... before the show can begin, he was already hit with the energy of it. "Well, hun, I need you to tell me something... what was the name of Nene's friend who called?"
Leon groaned... this was not the place to toy like that, but then with a smirk, Leon thought about it, who would dare bother him if he played up to Daley? An image of a bearded biker in a leather jacket hitting on him abruptly changed his tune. "Well, lets see.... I think her name was Saka.. something... Linna Saka...... oh I don't know..." he shrugged. "Sorry..."
Daley smirked and patted Leon on the back. "It's alright, that should do the job...." And he ran off, leaving Leon to his thoughts again, but not for long, before he heard Daley yelling for him. "Come on, Leon! The ladies are-a-waitin!" He got up, a look on his face like "the little bastard did it" and followed, not too concerned how the show will be, but he did intend to mess with Nene a little on his entrance.
* * *
Nene finally gave up watching for the 'mystery guests' and settled in for the show. She wasn't exactly sitting next to Linna, rather between them was a seat filled with all kinds of snacks Nene decided she had to have ready, because she WASN'T getting up once it began, besides to the music, of course. This decision was all the more absolute as she watched wide eyed as the curtain lifted...
The perfect opportunity for Leon to make his move... he slid into the seat next to her and grabbed a chocolate bar. Nene, only seeing the hand turned in anger to him... "WHY YOU LITTLE..." she went dead silent as she stared the grinning face of Leon down, to the amusement of Daley and Linna.
"Well it's good to see you too... I just didn't think you would be so defensive over a chocolate bar."
Now blushing, but still kinda angry with her friend from work, she grabbed the bar from him quickly and put it back. "Not till you say please, Mister!" The anger in her eyes was too much for anyone in this little group, as even Leon who was the target of it burst into laughter.
However, she didn't have time to stay angry as it was about now that the lights dimmed, a warning that the show was about to begin. So with a last dirty glance at her co-worker (and at the moment friend she wouldn't admit is one) she sank into the seat... hitting him one more time before Vision came on stage.
* * *
The crowd simply erupted as Vision made her way onto the stage, bringing a genuine smile to her face. This is the kind of thing she really needed to see, as there are both good and bad memories in returning to Tokyo. Last time she had come, it was not really to sing, but to avenge her sister. The pain of losing the Irene was still raw with the memory, but it was a now mutual friend, Linna, that had brought her to her senses about it before it was too late. Now she returned, this time really to sing, and to let herself perhaps move on in her life... with finality.
She began her first song, a new one she hadn't even named yet. A few people were confused as she began, but the song was a hit, and before the first refreign, she had the whole place clapping in time to the beat. She finally let herself relax as she really got into the next few songs. After her 5th song, she stopped a moment, and looked out into the crowd...
"Thank you, everyone. And thank you all for showing up. You have no idea just how glad I am to be here tonight." The crowd roared all the louder before she continued. "Now I know this wasn't originally planned and advertised, but I have a very special surprise for you. The woman I am about to bring up has played before in a local club, and this will be her first time in a televised show. Please welcome, Miss Priss Asigiri!"
The crowed roared all the more as Leon nearly choked on the candy bar he finally got Nene to give him. "Did she just say Priss was going up there?" he managed to gasp once he stopped choking.
Both Nene and Linna nod in unison as the young lady strides in from the back of the stage... some clap louder... others stop stunned. Wasn't this the bitch who basically wrecked a man for telling her to wait in line? What was she doing on stage? Priss took the second mic.
"Woah... a split house, huh? Just like when I started at the club." Priss sighed and spoke more to Vision than anyone, but still into the mic., "well, its not like we won't win them over like back in the good old days." Now she returned to the audience, "Now who is ready to ROCK!" The crowd cheers. "Then let's go!"
Vision's band starts up... but the music isn't as light as Vision normally does. Instead, they bring the show its best moment... "Tonight, a Hurricane!"
* * *
As the show ended, and the final bows (after the encore), the crowd was just ecstatic. Priss and Vision teamed up more than won their hearts, and it left Priss with a warm feeling. She wouldn't admit to the other half of the cause though, as Leon was there to see this. She shook her head, aggravated to even let that slip. But she couldn't stay upset for too long, I mean, this was the chance of a life time, and it really took off, well except for the one guy she busted up and his friends on the way in, they would not be turned for ANYTHING. Ah well, who needs them...
Priss turned to Vision as they left behind the stage. "Thank you so much. This was the perfect night."
Vision smiled. "What can I say? I knew you would do well out there. Thank you, for letting me join you with those songs. You have some real talent writing."
The moment was killed however by a certain agent who Priss hates with all the passion in the world. "FABULOUS show, everyone! Really! Now, I think we best get to the front, hmmm babe? The fans are going to want signatures.... You too, Priss baby!"
With a murderous glare to the agent, Priss marched off toward the main lobby, leaving Vision to follow. "great... just great... one of the BEST moments I have known in my career, and that IDIOT has to get involved. Why am I cursed?" she mumbled to herself, wishing the man who was now looking around like 'what did I do?' would just die and leave her to live a happier life.
These thoughts disappeared rather quickly as she got to the table where she and Vision would begin to give signatures. The crowd was eager for BOTH of them, something she didn't even now expect. A smile came to Priss' face. This was it...
* * *
BA-BANG! It happened so fast, Priss didn't even have time to think. She heard the gunfire, and her instincts from the street took over, as Priss ducked down behind the table she pulled Vision with her and kicked the table over to act as a kind of shield. It was only then that she noticed the wetness on her hand. She looked quickly, and saw the blood splattered on her shoulder and dripping down her hand... and the lifeless body of Vision that she had just tried to save... one hole in her forehead and one through her heart.
Priss took a second to let Vision down with a suprising gentleness for her. She knew by the end of the night that she had really miss-judged the girl, but she never got a chance to really say anything. And now, once again, someone who would be a close friend is dead in front of her... just like it used to be...
"Snap out of it Priss," she grumbled to herself, beginning to shake with rage. "Now is not the time to feel so damn sorry for yourself." She got up slowly and with extreme determination in her eyes. "It's time to find who the hell did this..." Jumping her shield, she looked around for the murderer, some of the crowd still there, and the panic still high in the air. It was really pure luck she saw someone on the other end of the crowd. A shape, really, but none-the-less someone who was also not in panic and/or not trying to control it. Rather, the man was just walking, and not to an exit, but to the back of the building, a pistol still in hand. Priss made an effort to move through the crowd, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder...
"Ms. Asigiri... you best get yourself out of here, like the others," the man who was at the desk told her with a soft voice, which really didn't suit his build.
Priss looked at him angrily. "HEY! I THINK you would be better off to use your size and look into the man walking the other way. To be over-calm in this situation would be a bit suspicious, don't you think?!?!?"
"the man walking?" the big man was obviously confused by this.
"Yeah, you idiot! There was a man going down that way! Didn't you see him?"
The man shook his head. "No... but there are no exits that way, so why would he go there. In any case, the police can handle him. It's their job, after all."
"Look... I don't know about you, but I don't see the police as very competent, do you?"
The man thought about this a moment, and shrugged. "Well, I don't know either way there, but you really should come with me, anyway."
Priss by now had given up reasoning with this obviously thickheaded man (in her view anyway), and with a small effort and his surprise at it, she broke free and charged after where she saw the man go. But by now, of course it was too late. He had gotten away. Cursing under her breath, Priss turned around and walked out.
* * *
Leon was in line mainly because of Nene when the gunfire was heard. Instantly, he turned to see where the shots were heard from, already drawing his gun. "What the..." in another second, he had his badge out. "AD Police! Do NOT panic. Just exit quietly and wait outside." Of course no one listened. For the moment, anyone besides Nene, Daley, and suprisingly, Linna were too busy running from what might be a mass killing. "Damn. Ok, Nene? Go to check on Ms. Vision. See if she is ok. Linna? Make a call to headquarters. Get someone here NOW before the guy who did this gets away." Both nod and go about their task. "Daley?"
A grim smirk crossed Daley's face. "I hear ya. Lets get this bastard, partner." Both began to run after the direction of the gunshots. It wasn't long before they saw something out of character. A single man in a gray trenchcoat casually walking to the back of the building... and the pistol in his hand.
Nodding to Daley, Leon began to move forward on him, Daley backing him up, in case the man should do something rash. When he got to about 10 feet away, Leon yelled, "HEY! Hold it RIGHT THERE, Mr. We need to have a word with you." The man didn't even turn around.
Leon was stunned. This was a direct order from an officer. Most men would have at least paid him lip service, and in this case would have frozen in fear. Annoyed he continued. "I will ask one more time. Stop now..."
Now the man stopped, but only to talk, and not even to turn around. "What is it you wish to ask of me? I am a busy man, and I don't have time for this."
"Yeah, I bet... And don't you know any manners? Turn around and face me when you talk to me."
Without a hint of reaction, the man did so, revealing almost nothing... he was just set of shapes... shaded remarkably well by his trenchcoat. "Well, you have my attention. What do you want of me?"
"Your arrest for one. You are now the prime suspect."
The man waited a moment before speaking again. "What do you mean suspect? The job was complete."
Daley was stunned out of his silence. "Did you just confess to attempted murder?"
"Murder... and take it however you wish. It won't matter."
Leon was fuming by now, wanting to punch this man just for his arrogance, but he held back for the sake of not giving this guy a police brutality story to use. "Please just give me the excuse... I will take a punch or two to wipe your arrogance around the floor," he thought to himself. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T MATTER?" he screamed at the guy.
"It won't matter. Because I wasn't here." As he said this, he seemed to physically fade away like a ghost. But his voice was clear as ever. "This should be the last time we meet, Mr. McNichol." And he was gone. Voice, and physically, he wasn't there anymore.
"What the hell?" Leon asked out loud.
"My thoughts, exactly. Hey, how did he know your name?" Daley asked.
Leon spoke through gritted teeth. "I have no idea..."
With a blare of sirens, the AD Police made their way to the stadium, and as soon as they arrived, began to question the people there. Leon sighed, knowing he would get hell for this, and made his way back to the front, Daley next to him, awaiting the worst as well.
Source: Bubble Gum Crisis/Crash
Author: Diortem
Chapter 2:
Nene and Linna took their seats as quickly as they could, both very eager to see this show. For one, both of them were very big fans of Vision, and for second, it was a given that they would be here to support their friend Priss. The crowed filled in around them, besides the seats they held the extras for, some rowdy, some trying to keep a calm face, but all of them were ecstatic to be at this show.
Nene looked around rather worried, as if expecting someone. "Linna... When you said you were inviting someone with the extras, who did you think you could get at this short notice?"
Linna grinned. "You wait. I think you will be glad to see these two." Her eyes thinned a little, as if she was being a little smug. "And Priss will be all the more happy for it, whether she cares to admit it or not," she said more to herself than anyone.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind," she laughed and waved her hand dismissing it. "When they get here, you will know."
* * *
Leon looked at his phone as it told him he had a call. Not really worried at who it might be, he picked it up. A young lady in mid-length black hair with a headband keeping it in place and out of her face answered. "Um... hello? Can I speak to a, Mr. McNichol?"
"Speaking... what's up, miss?" He kept a rather professional attitude, despite wanting to instantly play the lady's man on the phone. Who knows... this could be someone he would have to work with soon and may regret that so soon.
The girl spoke with a charge in her voice and a big grin on her face. "Hey there, this is Linna Yamazaki, a friend of your co-worker, Ms. Romanova?"
"Nene? Yeah.. she is a good kid..." his eyebrow went up. "Has she done anything to warrant this call?"
The girl was flustered... bringing a smile to Leon's face. He loved to mess with Nene's head from time to time, so why not mess with her friend's as well? However, she continued to speak. "Well, um... no. I just wanted to know if you cared to spend a night out with us at..."
She didn't get any farther before Leon took over again. "No, I don't think so. She is a good kid and all, but I think tonight I'm just gonna go home."
"But it's at the Vision concert." Her timing couldn't be much better with this, as Daley was coming into the office with their civilian jackets, about time to close shop.
"That's all very nice and..."
...And Daley nearly tossed Leon out of the seat and took over the phone. "WHAT?!?!?!?.. err.. ahem... excuse me, miss." He then turned on his partner. "Your about to throw away the chance to go see Vision now? Are you INSANE?!?!?"
"Not insane, just not interested."
With a grunt, Daley looked indignant at Leon, before turning back to the phone. "Don't worry miss, we will be there."
Linna grinned. "Thank you, um... I'm not sure what your name is..."
"Its Daley Wong."
"Well, Nene will be happy to see you..." she looked over her shoulder and quickly back kinda panicked. "But I gotta go. I want it to be a surprise for her when you two show up. Bye!"
Daley looked at Leon as the machine snapped to lifelessness. "And you were going to back out on 'poor little Nene?' Sometimes Leon..." He put on his jacket and went out the door, leaving Leon to follow, knowing he will probably hear about this for a few weeks.
* * *
And here they were, now a few minutes before showtime. Leon looked at the crowd, not sure how he was expected to get in through all these people. Daley, however, was more on the ball. In the lobby, he went straight to the information booth, leaving Leon to watch everyone come in, one or two of which spread out in front of him, waiting for him to search them. After the second couple did this, he finally figured it out and sighed. "Its gonna be a long night..." Leon thought to himself.
Daley, meanwhile made his move to find the ladies who invited them to this show. Leaning on the desk, he waited patiently till a man with long white hair, and almost scary deep dark eyes walked up to the desk. The man looked at him like he could see through him. "Can I help you, sir?"
Daley took a moment to recover from the shock of the man, before grinning. "Yeah... A miss Nene Romanova and her friend... um.. dammit, I don't remember her name..." He turned and belted as loud as he could toward Leon, "HEY LEON! CAN YOU GET OVER HERE A SEC?" A moment passed before he realized Leon couldn't here him. He turned back to the man. "Um... I will be right back..." and he sped off, straight to his partner.
Leon hadn't moved from where at this point he had sit down, against a wall, where he would be left alone and not asked for the 500th time "where is the bathroom?" How would he know? He has been here how often, once? Maybe twice? A hand on his shoulder jutted him out of this train of thought with a start. "Huh? Wha? Oh... what's the deal Daley?"
Daley winked, in a playful mood... before the show can begin, he was already hit with the energy of it. "Well, hun, I need you to tell me something... what was the name of Nene's friend who called?"
Leon groaned... this was not the place to toy like that, but then with a smirk, Leon thought about it, who would dare bother him if he played up to Daley? An image of a bearded biker in a leather jacket hitting on him abruptly changed his tune. "Well, lets see.... I think her name was Saka.. something... Linna Saka...... oh I don't know..." he shrugged. "Sorry..."
Daley smirked and patted Leon on the back. "It's alright, that should do the job...." And he ran off, leaving Leon to his thoughts again, but not for long, before he heard Daley yelling for him. "Come on, Leon! The ladies are-a-waitin!" He got up, a look on his face like "the little bastard did it" and followed, not too concerned how the show will be, but he did intend to mess with Nene a little on his entrance.
* * *
Nene finally gave up watching for the 'mystery guests' and settled in for the show. She wasn't exactly sitting next to Linna, rather between them was a seat filled with all kinds of snacks Nene decided she had to have ready, because she WASN'T getting up once it began, besides to the music, of course. This decision was all the more absolute as she watched wide eyed as the curtain lifted...
The perfect opportunity for Leon to make his move... he slid into the seat next to her and grabbed a chocolate bar. Nene, only seeing the hand turned in anger to him... "WHY YOU LITTLE..." she went dead silent as she stared the grinning face of Leon down, to the amusement of Daley and Linna.
"Well it's good to see you too... I just didn't think you would be so defensive over a chocolate bar."
Now blushing, but still kinda angry with her friend from work, she grabbed the bar from him quickly and put it back. "Not till you say please, Mister!" The anger in her eyes was too much for anyone in this little group, as even Leon who was the target of it burst into laughter.
However, she didn't have time to stay angry as it was about now that the lights dimmed, a warning that the show was about to begin. So with a last dirty glance at her co-worker (and at the moment friend she wouldn't admit is one) she sank into the seat... hitting him one more time before Vision came on stage.
* * *
The crowd simply erupted as Vision made her way onto the stage, bringing a genuine smile to her face. This is the kind of thing she really needed to see, as there are both good and bad memories in returning to Tokyo. Last time she had come, it was not really to sing, but to avenge her sister. The pain of losing the Irene was still raw with the memory, but it was a now mutual friend, Linna, that had brought her to her senses about it before it was too late. Now she returned, this time really to sing, and to let herself perhaps move on in her life... with finality.
She began her first song, a new one she hadn't even named yet. A few people were confused as she began, but the song was a hit, and before the first refreign, she had the whole place clapping in time to the beat. She finally let herself relax as she really got into the next few songs. After her 5th song, she stopped a moment, and looked out into the crowd...
"Thank you, everyone. And thank you all for showing up. You have no idea just how glad I am to be here tonight." The crowd roared all the louder before she continued. "Now I know this wasn't originally planned and advertised, but I have a very special surprise for you. The woman I am about to bring up has played before in a local club, and this will be her first time in a televised show. Please welcome, Miss Priss Asigiri!"
The crowed roared all the more as Leon nearly choked on the candy bar he finally got Nene to give him. "Did she just say Priss was going up there?" he managed to gasp once he stopped choking.
Both Nene and Linna nod in unison as the young lady strides in from the back of the stage... some clap louder... others stop stunned. Wasn't this the bitch who basically wrecked a man for telling her to wait in line? What was she doing on stage? Priss took the second mic.
"Woah... a split house, huh? Just like when I started at the club." Priss sighed and spoke more to Vision than anyone, but still into the mic., "well, its not like we won't win them over like back in the good old days." Now she returned to the audience, "Now who is ready to ROCK!" The crowd cheers. "Then let's go!"
Vision's band starts up... but the music isn't as light as Vision normally does. Instead, they bring the show its best moment... "Tonight, a Hurricane!"
* * *
As the show ended, and the final bows (after the encore), the crowd was just ecstatic. Priss and Vision teamed up more than won their hearts, and it left Priss with a warm feeling. She wouldn't admit to the other half of the cause though, as Leon was there to see this. She shook her head, aggravated to even let that slip. But she couldn't stay upset for too long, I mean, this was the chance of a life time, and it really took off, well except for the one guy she busted up and his friends on the way in, they would not be turned for ANYTHING. Ah well, who needs them...
Priss turned to Vision as they left behind the stage. "Thank you so much. This was the perfect night."
Vision smiled. "What can I say? I knew you would do well out there. Thank you, for letting me join you with those songs. You have some real talent writing."
The moment was killed however by a certain agent who Priss hates with all the passion in the world. "FABULOUS show, everyone! Really! Now, I think we best get to the front, hmmm babe? The fans are going to want signatures.... You too, Priss baby!"
With a murderous glare to the agent, Priss marched off toward the main lobby, leaving Vision to follow. "great... just great... one of the BEST moments I have known in my career, and that IDIOT has to get involved. Why am I cursed?" she mumbled to herself, wishing the man who was now looking around like 'what did I do?' would just die and leave her to live a happier life.
These thoughts disappeared rather quickly as she got to the table where she and Vision would begin to give signatures. The crowd was eager for BOTH of them, something she didn't even now expect. A smile came to Priss' face. This was it...
* * *
BA-BANG! It happened so fast, Priss didn't even have time to think. She heard the gunfire, and her instincts from the street took over, as Priss ducked down behind the table she pulled Vision with her and kicked the table over to act as a kind of shield. It was only then that she noticed the wetness on her hand. She looked quickly, and saw the blood splattered on her shoulder and dripping down her hand... and the lifeless body of Vision that she had just tried to save... one hole in her forehead and one through her heart.
Priss took a second to let Vision down with a suprising gentleness for her. She knew by the end of the night that she had really miss-judged the girl, but she never got a chance to really say anything. And now, once again, someone who would be a close friend is dead in front of her... just like it used to be...
"Snap out of it Priss," she grumbled to herself, beginning to shake with rage. "Now is not the time to feel so damn sorry for yourself." She got up slowly and with extreme determination in her eyes. "It's time to find who the hell did this..." Jumping her shield, she looked around for the murderer, some of the crowd still there, and the panic still high in the air. It was really pure luck she saw someone on the other end of the crowd. A shape, really, but none-the-less someone who was also not in panic and/or not trying to control it. Rather, the man was just walking, and not to an exit, but to the back of the building, a pistol still in hand. Priss made an effort to move through the crowd, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder...
"Ms. Asigiri... you best get yourself out of here, like the others," the man who was at the desk told her with a soft voice, which really didn't suit his build.
Priss looked at him angrily. "HEY! I THINK you would be better off to use your size and look into the man walking the other way. To be over-calm in this situation would be a bit suspicious, don't you think?!?!?"
"the man walking?" the big man was obviously confused by this.
"Yeah, you idiot! There was a man going down that way! Didn't you see him?"
The man shook his head. "No... but there are no exits that way, so why would he go there. In any case, the police can handle him. It's their job, after all."
"Look... I don't know about you, but I don't see the police as very competent, do you?"
The man thought about this a moment, and shrugged. "Well, I don't know either way there, but you really should come with me, anyway."
Priss by now had given up reasoning with this obviously thickheaded man (in her view anyway), and with a small effort and his surprise at it, she broke free and charged after where she saw the man go. But by now, of course it was too late. He had gotten away. Cursing under her breath, Priss turned around and walked out.
* * *
Leon was in line mainly because of Nene when the gunfire was heard. Instantly, he turned to see where the shots were heard from, already drawing his gun. "What the..." in another second, he had his badge out. "AD Police! Do NOT panic. Just exit quietly and wait outside." Of course no one listened. For the moment, anyone besides Nene, Daley, and suprisingly, Linna were too busy running from what might be a mass killing. "Damn. Ok, Nene? Go to check on Ms. Vision. See if she is ok. Linna? Make a call to headquarters. Get someone here NOW before the guy who did this gets away." Both nod and go about their task. "Daley?"
A grim smirk crossed Daley's face. "I hear ya. Lets get this bastard, partner." Both began to run after the direction of the gunshots. It wasn't long before they saw something out of character. A single man in a gray trenchcoat casually walking to the back of the building... and the pistol in his hand.
Nodding to Daley, Leon began to move forward on him, Daley backing him up, in case the man should do something rash. When he got to about 10 feet away, Leon yelled, "HEY! Hold it RIGHT THERE, Mr. We need to have a word with you." The man didn't even turn around.
Leon was stunned. This was a direct order from an officer. Most men would have at least paid him lip service, and in this case would have frozen in fear. Annoyed he continued. "I will ask one more time. Stop now..."
Now the man stopped, but only to talk, and not even to turn around. "What is it you wish to ask of me? I am a busy man, and I don't have time for this."
"Yeah, I bet... And don't you know any manners? Turn around and face me when you talk to me."
Without a hint of reaction, the man did so, revealing almost nothing... he was just set of shapes... shaded remarkably well by his trenchcoat. "Well, you have my attention. What do you want of me?"
"Your arrest for one. You are now the prime suspect."
The man waited a moment before speaking again. "What do you mean suspect? The job was complete."
Daley was stunned out of his silence. "Did you just confess to attempted murder?"
"Murder... and take it however you wish. It won't matter."
Leon was fuming by now, wanting to punch this man just for his arrogance, but he held back for the sake of not giving this guy a police brutality story to use. "Please just give me the excuse... I will take a punch or two to wipe your arrogance around the floor," he thought to himself. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WON'T MATTER?" he screamed at the guy.
"It won't matter. Because I wasn't here." As he said this, he seemed to physically fade away like a ghost. But his voice was clear as ever. "This should be the last time we meet, Mr. McNichol." And he was gone. Voice, and physically, he wasn't there anymore.
"What the hell?" Leon asked out loud.
"My thoughts, exactly. Hey, how did he know your name?" Daley asked.
Leon spoke through gritted teeth. "I have no idea..."
With a blare of sirens, the AD Police made their way to the stadium, and as soon as they arrived, began to question the people there. Leon sighed, knowing he would get hell for this, and made his way back to the front, Daley next to him, awaiting the worst as well.