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Italics is Radio/Music
"Italics in quotations is thought"
Caulifla couldn't think that day. She couldn't sleep that night either, which made it irritating for Frost's assistant considering he had to keep her from calling for help. He waited patiently on her roof, waiting for the girl to fall asleep so he could do his job. Caulifla finally gave up on where Cabba could be and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom. "Well, I guess I can abandon my post for a little." The assistant thought. He stood up and stretched before making sure his knife was ready and his silenced ray gun was loaded. He sat back down and peeked in the window.
Caulifla washed her face and remembered what Hit told her earlier on the day.
Flashback:
"Look, Caulifla. I know you're worried about Cabba, but we have bigger matters on hand." Hit told her. "What could be more important than a lost friend to you?" she asked, glaring at him. "I checked out the flames last night, they appear to be ki based. Someone started that fire on purpose." Hit explained. This caught her attention. "Who?" "I don't know, but I think you and Cabba were both targets. That means whoever started the fire might be coming to finish the job." Hit started. "When you go to bed tonight, get up around 11 and exit your room. Use the ki clone technique and supress your own ki before sending the clone to sleep in your bed. Wait for at least an hour and see if anything happens." (End flashback)
Caulifla created the clone and sent it into her room as she suppressed her ki and sharpened her senses. Sure enough, someone was on her roof. She had the clone leave the door open a little and she peeked through. As her clone climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over, the bystander looked through the window and cut a hole in it silently. She waited as the guy pulled out a ray gun and pointed it at her clone under the covers. She waited as the guy aimed at the head and fired. The ray silently flew through her clones head and it despawned. The assailant let out a silent gasp of surprise and she launched a ki blast through the door with her right hand.
Hit watched the scene unfold from across the street. He had stayed hidden, but now that the assailant attacked, he needed proof in case of a debate. He pulled out his phone and jumped to her roof, filming the fight unfold, and getting a clear view of the attacker's face.
Caulifla slammed her fist into the assailant's arm, but he countered with his own punch to her gut and tossing her into the wall. She cracked it and fell to the ground, seemingly unconscious. The guy, now clearly a teen, walked over to her and got a little too close. Caulifla pushed off of the wall and slid between his legs, slamming her foot into the poor teen's nuts as she slid under. She grabbed his ray gun and tossed it away, but he pulled out his knife and pointed it at her. "Don't move." He ordered. She raised her hands up into the air. Hit sighed, he had hoped to not need to step in. "Oh well." He muttered as he turned around and flicked his right heel back, sending an invisible energy beam through the hole in her window and right through the assailant's arm and stomach, intentionally missing any vital areas. Caulifla used her chance to grab his arm and stick the knife into her pillow, following up with a slap to the right side of the face. She added a kick to the stomach, sending him through the wall and (luckily) into her giant closet. Should have he been kicked in the opposite direction, he'd have flown into her parents room. That would have been a much more complicated scenario.
Hit leaped off of her balcony, having all the evidence he needed. The assailant had been recognized as Sorbet Coward, one of Frost's men. "Now, let's have a little therapy session tomorrow at school. I'm very curious to know where Cabba is being kept…" Hit muttered as he landed in front of his house. Meanwhile, Caulifla had just finished disarming the guy. She tossed Sorbet off her balcony into the middle of the street after taking all his clothes but his underwear. He would be quite embarrassed the next morning.