1:05 PM

A teenaged security guard yawned as he leaned back into a stretch. A tear slid down from the corner of his eye as he shuffled through a nearly deserted parking lot. He slowly approached a shiny gray car. He rummaged through his right pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a ring of five keys. After failing twice, he eventually got to the right key. A delighted smile appeared across his face when he heard the the lock click.

After unlocking the car, he slouched into the driver's seat and closed the door. He placed his hand on the wheel with no intention of driving. It was his lunch break but he planned on taking a quick nap. It's not that he worked a long shift or anything. His job was just that boring. Preventing an accident on the road was also something he had in mind.

He pulled out a smartphone and set the alarm for fifthteen minutes. He then pulled out a set of white headphones and connected them to the phone. He slumped further into the chair and blinked a few times before slowly letting his heavy eyes shut.

About a second later, he jumped in his seat at the sound of something tapping loudly against his windshield. He was greeted by four identical looking girls with night vision goggles pointing machine guns at his face and chest.

"Misaka apologizes but we are in an crisis and require an efficient mode of transportation, calmly explains Misaka #10035. So please don't do anything hasty and maybe you won't get hurt."

The young man didn't know how but seconds later he was out of the car and a fifth girl without goggles appeared, repeatedly bowing in front of him. A few more seconds later, the car drove away. He must have spaced out due to the shock of the scenario because he did absolutely nothing, seemingly forgetting that he had a walkie talkie that would lead directly to Anti-Skill.

The security guard looked on in disbelief wearing a smile.

"You better return thish after we're done," Mikoto said in a stern voice with her arms folded. On her left were two of her sisters. The one in the center held her machine gun to the side, ready to shoot anything that made even a subtle movement. The one on the right seat stared blankly at the roof as drool slowly poured out of the corner of her mouth. One sat in the passenger seat with her gun in her lap as she gazed at the blurring scenery behind window. The last sister had her hands firmly planted on the 3 o'clock and 6 o'clock positions of the steering wheel.

"Misaka can't guarantee anything as this is a very dangerous trek towards vengeance and collateral damage is sure to unfold, explains #10032 without diverting her attention from the road, carefully but illegally driving the borrowed motor vehicle that was definitely not stolen from the nice young man who complimented our looks."

"Borrowed my ass! He looked so sad, it was pitiful! He probably worked really hard to get this. Or maybe it might belong to a relative of his! Or the company he works for! Either way, he's totally in trouble if we don't bring it back in one piece and I don't want to be held responsible for any expenses!"

"Frankly dear sister, that is none of Misaka's concern and if you were so worried about getting caught stealing, then you should have stayed in bed, replies #10039 indifferently but accurately."

"Thash cold!... Anyway, where exashactly are we even going? *sniff*"

"The Misakas have picked up the location of our assailant by hacking the radiofrequency of an Anti-Skill channel using low level electromagnetic waves. As you know, the Misaka Network allows for wireless communication. Essentially, we applied the same principle and doing so has allowed us to find the current location of our target along with his physical description, explains #10356 as she stares out the window and contemplates the life she has led that made her deserving of such harsh treatment."

Mikoto raised her right eyebrow.

"But how?"

"By manipulating where our phones receive radio signals using our electrokinesis, we can intercept messages from Anti-Skill and Judgement. Misaka is disappointed that she needs to explain this to Academy City's premiere electro master, chatizes #10356."

A vein appears on the side of Mikoto's head.

"T-thash not what I meant! I mean how did you even know where to shtart looking? And wouldn't they trace back the signal that suddenly received confidential messages? Were you even careful enough to make sure you didn't leave any foot prints behind?"

"The targeted Misaka sister has been informed that Anti-Skill has become involved in the pursuit of our target, Abicus. A five foot five elderly pale man with a white beard and angular face. He is dressed like an old fashioned magician as seen in many stereotypical portrayals and even has a cape. We know Anti-Skill and Judgment communicate with each other wirelessly via a closed network. All we had to do is find out where that network was and make it so that we could receive messages from a device that has a radio function. Such a task is no problem with the combined might of four sisters, explains #10032 in a mouth full that makes her parched for some lemonade."

"Although, two more sisters were present within the immediate premises and have already continued on ahead since they were closer to the target. They will meet up with a platoon of more, jumps in #10356 out of nowhere."

"But you can't just hack a frequencies using your esper abilities alone. What devices did you use?"

The sister in the passenger seat flashed a flip phone with a cartoon frog design at Mikoto without looking at her.

"Your cellphone, responds #10039."

"THASH NOT RIGHT! You can't go around taking people's things without asking them firsht!"

"Misaka apologizes in advance but as you know, we are currently in an emergency and could not spare the time to ask, explains #10356."

"That, and we knew you would complain if we asked you to use your phone to hack a military frequency and quite frankly didn't want to hear your nagging supplements #10039."

"Grrrrrrrrr…"

Mikoto gritted her teeth as she was engulfed in blue electricity.

"Misaka would advise that not do that since an outside electrical pulse could cut off our radio waves and force us to stop to get it back, advices #10032."

The electricity crackled for a bit, Misaka sighing as they subsided. She folded her arms and turned to the left.

"Hmph."

"Misaka would like to add that big sister is beginning to sound like her old self and is making less vernacular inaccuracies in her speech, says #10039 like a proud parent."

"Although Misaka secretly wishes you wouldn't nag so much in the first place, says #10356 dutifully saying it like it is-ah."

The sister speaking was interrupted by Mikoto pulling on the side of her cheek in spite of the fact that there was a loaded machine gun pointed in her direction.

"You know, I'm getting a little tired of your little subtle shnark routine!"

"S-hhhhtop thissssh at onceshhh, commandsh Mishaka, wishing to eliminate the awkwardnesh from her fetish of having her cheeks pulled."

Mikoto blushed and immediately releases her sister's cheek. She leaned back into the vegetative sister who did not seem to mind.

"Gross! That's so weird!"

Suddenly, #10356's eyes sparkled.

"That was also a lie, explains Misaka as she proceeds to pounce on big sister in a plight of blind vengeance."

"Huh?! Hey, shtooop that!"

The sister proceeded to jump on Mikoto and begins pulling on both cheeks, pinching them between her thumbs and the sides of her bent index fingers.

"Let's see how big sister likes having her personal space invaded and her fetish turned against her, exclaims Misaka as she continues tug on her sister's silly putty cheeks."

"Isht's not my fetish! And my cheek's are not putty now let go!"

"So you do have a fetish, deduces Misaka prodding for more information as she increases the intensity of her torture."

"Now now, Misakas. That is no way to treat your sisters. Do not make Misaka come back there and give you both a paddling, chatizes #10039 as she turns to look at her unruly sisters with disapproving eyes."

"And who the hell are you? asks Misaka at the patronizing sister who seems to think she is the boss of Misaka."

"Yeah, shtay out of thish!"

#10039 looked at her sisters for a moment before pointing her machine gun in their direction. The tussling Misakas stopped moving entirely like a deer noticing the headlights of an oncoming truck.

"Did you think Misaka was joking? retorts Misaka as she reinforces how serious she is about paddling her ill behaved sisters. Especially you big sister. I am truly ashamed at your immature actions towards your younger sister. As the big sister, it is your responsibility to be a shining example for the younger sisters to follow. And yet here you are, indulging in childish rough housing."

"Get bent, bitch!"

"I will turn this stolen vehicle around, take you two back to big sister's school and make you walk all the way to the target site if you do cease this insipid horsing around, threatens #10032."

"Then how will you get there before Anti-Skill takes him into custody, genius?"

There was a brief silence among the car.

"Misaka thinks you should shut your mouth and do what she says, replies Misaka after briefly considering what she just said."

"Oh, forget you-AHHH!"

"Big sister has left herself open for a sneak attack, explains Misaka as she further advances her assault-ah."

Suddenly, the car was enveloped in an electrical charge. The tires rubbing against the road made a loud scratching sound as it swerved across the street for a few seconds before finally stopping. Many cars managed to drive around around them while forming tire marks on the street.

All of the sisters in the car were blackened.

"Duuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh," said #13577 as she stared at the ceiling without a care in the world.