"Just need to sort out a few things before we leave." Said John.
"Is it personal?" Asked the man.
"Kind of, but probably not so much." Stated John. "Actually do come with us." They drove out into the desert, towing a vehicle behind them. The vehicle contains someone special, the Level 6 director, and all his equipment that John and Accelerator precisely didn't destroy when they took out the convoy. The group stopped at a deep pit. John opened the door of the vehicle and dragged out the Level 6 researcher. He made the researcher kneel on the edge of the pit, and gave the researcher gentle slaps on the face.
"Wakey wakey! Don't want to miss your big day!" The researcher said nothing, his men were killed, his organization dismantled. He didn't accept the fact that they encountered a strong enemy. He remembered the fighting clearly, a chain of buzzing black iron sand decapitated one of his Esper soldiers, pockets of plasma made fireballs out of vehicles. A flaming armored SUV smashed right into another etc.
"Don't be sad, at least you got to witness the power of a Level Six. Didn't expect that? Isn't it fascinating how we evolved?" John taunted with a semi-sadistic tone. "That means your program is successful! Long story short, I had different views on your controversial project regarding Esper powers, that I convinced Accelerator, your client! He's sick of having to kill clones, before realizing that you were just using him to get what you wanted. Well, let's just say Misaka's group of heroes had different views regarding this matter." Then he beckoned Accelerator over.
"You remember me do you? Look at this fucker."
"It's alright, the clones are living happily. You just failed to realize one thing, that the clones are human. You see, it's true your facilities are expendable, but your program turned out to be a fiasco. We gave the clones emotions so that they are as human as everybody else now, it's undeniable."
"Where is the American Scientist I'm meeting up with?" The researcher muttered.
"I'm right here, but I'm actually not on your side." Said the American. He's the man that the researcher met up in the office the first time he visited the States. Shinobu mentioned that an American researcher were out looking for John, but turns out, they are on the same side all along.
"It's true of the concept he has to kill Misaka 5 times to turn Level 6. Combat instincts worked with the brain in order to calculate and coordinate with abilities. Special neurons make up the ability portion of the brain. Now, for a Level 6 that area has gotten complex and is really compatible with the brain that it has stabilized. Our brain is stable right now. During the transition, Our powers and AIM share similarities that resonate, making the transition easier because we have the power of two Espers. Your experiments are still on the right path." John explained the same thing again.
"What do you want? You've said everything, kill me already!"
"Not so quick, we actually studied you. You have 18 identities with one being true, and it's most likely that you are one of the mysterious grandsons of Kihara Gensei." Said the American scientist. "Remember what you told me in that office? You mentioned that you are a better researcher and that Kihara is out of the game."
"Kihara Gensei is out of the game. He's too caught up, obsessed in certain areas. We share similarities but he can't last very long like that. I like to use a balance of theoretical and practical approaches. You get your share for sure. Think about this whole new area we unlocked." The project director muttered what he told the American in that office. "Well guess what? Turns out, I am more successful, my grandfather didn't give a shit about me or my neurodegenerative disease! He only baited Misaka Mikoto to give him her DNA. Instead of resenting him, I continued his legacy on the experiments showing that I am productive in progress, and that I can become powerful. Look at what I have achieved in my area, my non-materialistic achievements cannot be destroyed. My share of contributions to humanity cannot be denied, me and my fellow right-hand scientists. We all had no regrets in our lives, even if it means ending up in a mass grave out in the fucking desert!" He screamed his last word in everybody's face. John grabbed a rifle from a bodyguard, pointing it at his face, then pointed it at the sky, firing it." The director covered his ears and dove to the ground.