Chapter 6: Now what?

Verse 1: Licensed to grill.

This was several hours before Touma and the others trekked to the Academy City Bank. Morning had Accelerator wake in a manner he found rather pleasant. An odd choice of words considering he likes to keep this persona of being an absolute edge-lord. The sweet smell of butter, milk, and eggs in a frying pan almost had him cartoonishly floating out of his bed and down the stairwell. And considering his new talent for what is essentially telekinesis, that would not be entirely inaccurate. No he didn't literally float out of his bed, he just walked. Well, shambled would be a better word to describe it. Either way, the smell of the kid's cooking drew him to cast off his sheets and wander into the kitchen where he found Last Order making french toast in a cast iron pan. With Yomikawa's supervision of course. And before you ask, yes Last Order is wearing oven mitts. Who in their right mind would handle cast iron without oven mitts?

While watching over the girl, Yomikawa was also on her phone talking to someone. Strange considering there was no phone service in the entire city. Accelerator had a feeling he knew who was on the other end, since Aiho spoke in a rather unfriendly tone to the individual on the other end. "Absolutely not!" she yelled. "I won't let you treat anyone in this household like some mercenary!" The fact that Ishmael was being scolded like a child somewhat amused the teen, though if he was here in person, Aiho would probably be dead by now. Regardless, Accelerator sat down at the kitchen table alongside Misaka Worst once again listening to her iPod. At least internet wasn't required for that. "Bacon and eggs, now french toast," she said, with her unusually cheerful grin awaiting the next mindblowing experience the kid would serve on a plate. "Misaka guesses the kid wants to be the next Masaharu Morimito."
"And who's he when he's home?" Accelerator asked.
"Some famous chef on TV. Misaka doubts you'd know about him, even though the kid can't shut up about those freaking cooking shows."

She was right in assuming that. Accelerator never really cared much for TV, let alone cooking shows. The exact opposite could be said for Last Order. Once the MISAKA network was decommissioned, she developed even more of a human personality than she had before. She developed interests in drawing, cooking, storytelling, and internet culture. Specifically western internet culture, as evident by her absolute obsession with memes and in-jokes that Accelerator wishes would fly over his head. Still, these things made her happy. That was all that mattered to Accelerator, even if he says he couldn't care less. The teen watched as Last Order flipped and grilled more pieces of bread into the pan, coating each side with sufficient amounts of thin batter. The smell of cinnamon and cloves and cardamom saturated the kitchen air immediately, almost sending the two teens into a scent induced trance with how good it was. Finally as Yomikawa put down her phone, the kid announced that the french toast was finished. The burner was turned off and a large plate of toast was gently served onto the table, drizzled with sufficient amounts of maple syrup to saturate the bread.

Accelerator and Worst were the first ones to take a bite. And they loved it. Enough for the grizzled teen to drop his grizzled persona if only for a moment. The savory baking spices such as the cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and cardamom paired very well with the sweetness of the maple syrup. It was very fancy maple syrup too. 100% pure canadian maple syrup aged in bourbon oak casks for a very delicious flavor that could tame even Misaka Worst. "Damn I love the bourbon flavor," she said with her mouth still full of toast, finally dropping her third-person speech. Yomikawa finished her first slice and instantly reached for a second from across the table.
"I'm impressed Last Order. You've outdone yourself. I think you should apply to be a chef one day."
"You really think so? Asks Misaka Misaka with a tear of joy in her eye!"
"I'm serious. You'd do really well in that field." Last Order and Aiho continued chatting to each other for a good few minutes. During which time, Accelerator wondered where Yoshikawa went. She wasn't here for breakfast this morning, but he did hear the front door open a few minutes before he got out of bed. "Did Kikyou seriously go outside despite the abysmal state of the city?" Accelerator asked Worst.
"Yup. Said there were some sick folk camping out front. Hopefully it's not that ALC thing turning the city inside out."

*Bang!* *Bang!*

"Me and my big mouth," said Worst. And quite literally with all that french toast she's eaten.
Everybody almost tipped their chairs over as they dashed to the front door to find Yoshikawa holding a gun with two corpses before her. Both were male high school students with very pale skin and were seemingly foaming at the mouth. Their fingernails were also lengthened to the point of becoming claws dripping with blood. Yoshi's blood specifically. "Kikyou," said Aiho rushing to her friend's side. "What happened?"
"Th-These people… were -i-i-infected with ALC-60. I wanted to... r-rush them to a hospital, but they w-wouldn't l-l-listen," she quivered and quaked as she spoke. "They kept repeating 'New God' over and over again until they… lunged at me. I-I had no choice but to neutralize them." Yoshikawa then collapsed to the ground clutching her left side. It had been gored pretty deep by the claws of the students, and most likely infected her with ALC-60 as well.
"Oh my god," Misaka Worst said. "You're practically bleeding to death!" Last Order was silent. She just stared at Kikyou's wounds with her mouth agape and turned to Accelerator with tears in her eyes.
To say Accelerator was shocked would be… completely false. If anything, he was more annoyed than worried. He's suffered far worse injuries than having a chunk cut from his side. And no, getting shot in the head that one time wasn't among them. "I'll see what I can do," he said. Accelerator went to Yoshikawa's side and picked her up by her arm. "Get up you big baby, it didn't hurt that much."
"What are you doing?!" Yomikawa shouted. "She needs to cover her wound!" The teen ignored her. With a simple motion of his index finger, he got to work on his attempt at telekinetic first aid. "Alright, just stop the blood flowing out… take out the dirt… the virus too for good measure. Should that chunk of flesh be there? Probably not. Put that there..." he fiddled with the wound for a good minute before finally saying "F*ck it, I'll just use a Vector Spell." He snapped his finger and the wound cleaned and closed itself before Yoshikawa's very eyes. "Had to finagle the infection out of your bloodstream manually. At least closing the wound was easy."

"Thanks," Yoshikawa said with a smile. "I thought learning magic wouldn't be good for you, but I think I see where you're coming from."
Accelerator, dazed from all the calculations and formulas required for his power, responded with "No problem," as he went back inside the house. He motioned for the others to come back in and shortly after, they gathered at the table to marvel at Last Order's delights. While they were talking, eating, and laughing, the landline phone rang rather loudly. As he was closer, Accelerator was the one to pick up the receiver. "I know it's you Ishmael. There's no reception or service anywhere in this city, and you're the only one I can think of to even remotely ignore that fact." Ishmael laughed on the other end. "I don't care if the phone's broken to pieces, I'm gonna call the number no matter what. Speaking of which, I still need you at the Academy-"
"Academy City Bank. Yeah I know. Not doing it."
An audible growl was heard on the other end. "Well, I suppose your presence isn't mandatory there. But I will need you again in the future. Your penchant for accelerating things will be mandatory for what follows. But what you will need is motivation. If you agree to partake in the next assignment, I will supply you with a weeks worth of Ebony coff-"
"I'll do it!" the teen said abruptly. Now he was speaking Accelerator's language. Mention coffee once, and he basically turns into Gollum.
"Eh heh heh heh. Thank you. We will discuss this matter in person tomorrow."
Accelerator was rather confused by that laugh of his. "Did you just reference the mer-" The other end hung up. "-chant..."

Verse 2: An inside look.

Within the cave systems of a seemingly innocuous mountain in the state of Montana, laid the base of operations for the Acolytes of the New God. Within the dimly lit metallic mess hall, Michael was drowning in a mug of ale after the loss of his squad and Leon. Beside him sat Biggs and Wedge, commanders of Squad 1. "To think I never got the chance to tell him how important he was to me." Michael's tears almost fell into his wooden flagon, a gift from Leon. "He was the first to sympathize with me," Michael said. The commanders remember the first day Michael came to join them. Battered and bruised by his family and classmates, he was still in high school when he followed his friend Leon to an Acolyte recruitment center to join the ranks. They were promised equal rights and to help give shape to the new world they would bring. One without war and tragedy. One of harmony. Once of peace. Biggs was the one who suggested Michael should learn White Magic instead of the usual Black spells the other members used. He could heal not only his own wounds, but the wounds of others too.
"Remember that day you joined lad," the Irish Biggs said. "It'll give you the strength to help form the new world. Don't cry that it's over. Smile 'cause it happened." Brushing away his long ginger hair from his eyes, Biggs turned to Wedge and asked "Got any words for 'em?"

Wedge was a black Scotsman with a bald and burly physique, skilled with the use of grenades, traps, and axes. Crossing his muscular arms, he gave Michael sage advice about experiencing loss. "Aye, I do. Ain't no cotton-pickin' way crying aboot somethin' like a wee lass 'ill fix anythin'. Ye've got ta have nerves 'o steel ta move on, an'live for tomorrow! Live on and keep 'is memory alive. Now there ain't nothin' wrong with whimperin' like a hoongry pint-sized mutt, but ye need ta learn ta accept your loss, and become even stronger!" After finishing his speech, he pounded his heavy fists together and let out a howl like a wolf. Biggs and Wedge were like two sides of the same coin. Opposite, yet equal. Biggs was partial to living in peace and quiet, generally enjoying a slow and steady pace. Wedge was the opposite. He was a daredevil. A trickster who lived for thrills and adrenaline. Excitement was a way of life for him, and any sorrow he experienced wouldn't last long because he knew there was a full life ahead of him with plenty of wonders to experience. The commander's ways differed from each other, yet they were united with a common goal: to make the world a better place. They would do anything as long as it meant eternal happiness for all.

Michael groaned and rested his flagon on the metal table. "Easy for you to say. If you ask me, what we're doing isn't worth it. Too many casualties for both us, and everyone else. I just want to find who killed Leon." It appears that Biggs' and Wedge's words reached deaf ears. Looks like the only way to free him from this melancholy was to avenge Leon. But there was a slight problem. "Put down the ale, boy," Biggs said. "You say you don't know who killed your friend? Well, we have some news for you."
"Aye," began Wedge. "Before the mic was coot off, we 'erd tha engines of a tank our engie uses! Did ya get a good look, boy?" Michael shook his head. Though he did recall his attacker having blonde hair similar to the engineer for the ATMA Weapon, everything was a blur he couldn't remember clearly. Wedge, determined to help Michael overcome his grief, took his shoulders and stood him up off the seat. "Ya'd betta 'ave a word with Cid, lad. Last I 'erd, He'd gone off to our Sky Fortress above bleedin' Babylon!"

Babylon, he says? Interesting place to park the fortress. The Acolyte subdivision in Iraq wasn't established until just recently, but perhaps that's why the fortress was there. To supply more troops and agents, aiding with their plans. As for why the lead engineer was heading there? No idea. Doesn't matter anyway. Michael would take a teleporter there and give Cid a piece of his mind.

Verse 3: No way out but through.

Outside the Academy City Bank waited the Acolytes of the New God preparing a massive ambush for the new Warriors of Light. Two tanks crushed the pavement beneath them, each armed with a massive cannon and two high caliber machine guns. 20 cultists cast protective spells upon themselves and aimed their guns and spells at the doorway. If the firepower from the tanks and soldiers wasn't enough to finish Touma and his friends, then the 200 civilians infected with ALC-60 would overwhelm and devour them. And if that wasn't enough, one of their leaders, Gideon, arrived by dropship seemingly to taunt the heroes that took away the Earth Crystal. At the front of his battalion, he started his speech.

"I was disappointed to find out those who stole our crystal from us were nothing but a rag-tag group of high school students. With maybe two or four adults among you." Gideon, flaunting his blue cape, paced back and forth in front of the entrance chuckling to himself. He brushed aside his golden hair from his left eye and boasted some more. "I hear the Earth Crystal has chosen you to be Warriors of Light. FOOLS! The Old God is no longer here. I have been chosen as the champion for a brand new God, and as such, I alone vastly out-power all of you." The inside of the bank remained silent. Obviously these wannabes were planning something. Anticipating a surprise attack, Gideon licked his index finger and drew a hexagram shape in the air in front of him. Three spells were cast on the entire battalion. Protega, Shellga, and Reflectga. Regen as well. Any spell they cast would be reflected back at them, and if it pierced through, the other spells would make any damage towards the cultists more manageable. Gideon wasn't taking any chances after his encounter with Accelerator. "Since you somehow bested the Lich, you must have obtained Magicite from the crystal." He gave a mild chuckle. "Go ahead. Summon your Titan. Your Odin. It will make no difference. Not unless among you is-" From the roof of the building burst Ishmael, Pitchfork at the ready to plunge into the ground and wipe out half the squad. "Me and my big mouth. TANKS! FOCUS FIRE ON THE GUNSLINGER!" Gideon barked at his troops. The tanks shot massive missiles towards Ishmael as the machine guns peppered him with bullets. He was shot out of the sky, but not before throwing down a magicite crystal, tan in color. One of the cultists shouted "He calls forth Titan. Spread out!" and they all divided their formation and braced for the spell to come.

The angel Titan appeared as a giant sumo wrestler the size of a building. With a single stomp of his mighty foot, his Gaia Rage spell tore the concrete asunder beneath the feet of the Acolytes, sending three of them falling into a dark bottomless crevice. The defensive spells didn't do much against Titan's attack, but it was better than nothing. Gideon cast Protega again for another layer of protection for his troops, as an Earth elemental attack had the potential to make his platoon more fragile in terms of defense. "Tend to the wounded and focus fire on the Whisper!" Gideon commanded. Bundles of TNT and globs of napalm flew towards Titan and wore his defenses down. Yet the assault would not be enough to bring him down. Titan gave a hearty laugh. "The false messiah dares to make himself known. Hear me, Gideon! Your transgressions against whom you call 'Old God' shall not go unpunished!" Out of thin air, Titan conjured a gargantuan boulder and hoisted it upon his shoulders, flinging the thousand pound piece of land into the ground with enough newtons of force to launch a rocket. Being magical in nature rather than physical, the carnage of the attack was greatly diminished by the Shell spells cast upon the legion. However, the magicked boulder still wiped out the entire enemy force, save for Gideon. With his power spent, Titan faded into a mass of light particles and returned to the magicite, resting to fight another day.

The co-leader of the Acolytes could scarcely lift himself off the ground before Ishmael and Styl drew near, gun and spells primed to kill the man. He stood no chance. Even if he outmatched Ishmael in skill and power, he was still outnumbered by what were essentially middle to high school kids who haven't even reached a basic level for their powers. Despite not having access to true magic, they were strong enough to kill the Lich that guarded the Earth Crystal. Clearly he didn't think this through. Obviously he underestimated this rag-tag group of teens and became overconfident in his frankly limited power. His approach had to change. Knowing now that the Whispers were still powerful enough to wipe out an entire army, he silently prepared his Teleport spell to whisk him away back to Montana, where the ATMA Weapon resides. "This is not the end. When next we meet, I shall not fall so easily. Mark my words." With a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

Verse 4: Overcrowded.

Jack was first to exit the lobby and gaze upon the remains of the decimated parking lot. He guided the others safely around the rocky cracks and deep fissures which swallowed many a cultist after Titan's devastating attack. "Watch your step. We don't know how far down those go," he warned Index as she narrowly avoided falling into one. "I don't know what your plan is Ishmael, but I think we're in way over our heads."
"I think so too." agreed Touma. "I barely know what we're doing or why we're doing this, but I want out."
"Tough sh*t," Ishmael growled. "If that nuke launches, It's not just Academy City that dies. The entire island of Japan will sink underwater."
"I don't know about you, Kami," Jack said as he led Shirai to safety, the last person to leave the bank. "But I've lived in this city for a long time. I love it too much to see it go to hell over a cult's pipe dream."
"Tch. The city's already gone to hell. You've seen what they do for fun. Espers as child soldiers, the Level 6 Project, even the Sisters project were the result of the boredom and greed of a single person." Looks like Touma picked up Accelerator's brooding. With any luck, he'll grow out of it thought Jack.

Gilgamesh, using his armored fists and magic, cleared away the rubble and jagged peaks of concrete, revealing a safe way out of the parking lot. "I must apologize for my earlier antagonism towards all of you. Allow me to see you to safety," the knight said. Jack, grateful for this new unexpected ally, led the group out of the wreckage and proposed for Ishmael to come up with a new course of action. Now that these new Warriors of Light are knee-deep in the affairs of the most dangerous cult on earth, they had best stay on the move. The Acolytes have an impressive military force, and to avoid detection, they can't stay in one place for long.
"They'll be looking for us now. I assume you know what to do, Ishmael?"
"Well we can't regroup at Touma's apartment. They know where he lives, and they might have already leveled the apartment complex to the ground."
"What rotten luck..." One would think Touma would say something like 'no this can't be!' after hearing something like that. But honestly, after what happened in the past one or two days, he would be surprised if this didn't happen. "Don't worry about it," Jack assured. "I don't think they'd have a reason to level down a random building on the suspicion that you live there. It should be fine when you get back."
"If we get back," Index added. "Look around yourselves! Buildings and cars are burning, smoke fills the streets, and a dangerous cult basically owns this town now. If we're going back to Touma's apartment, It will only be to get Sphinx back."

Jack agreed. By now, all of Academy City has been occupied by the Acolytes. That being said, they still needed a place to lie low. A completely random uninteresting place that literally nobody would be interested in looking. "I've got it!" Jack exclaimed. "A random-ass, boring-as-balls, plain-as-plain-can-be house. And I have the perfect place in mind." Without saying another word, he beckoned for the Warriors of Light to follow him. The trek to this unknown location of his was rather lengthy to say the least. They made a pit stop to Touma's apartment to gather belongings and Index's cat, and swiftly left before a small squad of Acolytes brandishing machine guns could catch sight of them. Stealth was rather difficult with around 9 people traveling together, as one would expect. Yet this was a necessity for survival as Touma, Jack, and the others would need all the firepower they could get. Skirmishes were inevitable. The Warriors of Light fought off a few ambushes before finally arriving at Jack's mystery location without being followed. A plain two-story house with a basement and two cars parked out front. "Here it is. Accelerator's house."
"Great. Just great," complained Touma. "I have to share a room with that guy? He'll murder me!"
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Ishmael said. As Jack knocked on the lime-green door, Index squeezed her way through the crowd carrying her beloved cat Sphinx, eager to see Last Order again. She was silent with only a smile on her face, and wouldn't you know it, Last Order was the one to answer the door. "Wow! Index, Misaka didn't expect for you to be here! Tsushimikado as well! And... that's a lot of people," The girl called Yoshikawa and Yomikawa downstairs to greet everybody, but instead Yoshikawa just said in exhaustion "Let them in." Last Order obliged, and opened the vibrant door wide for everyone to enter. As Touma, Index, Kuroko, Mikoto, Jack, Styl, Ishmael, Gilgamesh, and Emika crowded into the house, Last Order noticed a jarring change in their clothing. Everybody looked like fantasy characters from a video game. "What's with the getup? Asks Misaka Misaka intrigued with your fashion senses."
"Long story," Styl said. "You wouldn't happen to have any room for us, would you?" Again, Yoshikawa responded from the upstairs bedroom.
"There's an extra room upstairs and two rooms downstairs," the ex-scientist said. The Warriors of Light, as the Crystal called them, flooded into the house. Touma and Ishmael plopped themselves onto the couch in the living room, exhausted from the constant walking. Styl, Gilgamesh, and Emika went downstairs to discuss a private matter. Index, Kuroko, and Mikoto then went to gather in the kitchen and talk, surprising Misaka Worst with just how many people arrived all of a sudden.
This left Jack, who reminded Last Order to call him by that name, an opportunity to talk with a certain wannabe edge lord.

"Yo! Accelerator! We need to talk," he said, cupping his hands to his mouth. The Black Mage rested his straw hat on the couch in the living room as he waited for the teen to come storming down any minute, complaining about having visitors. Yet nobody came. The energetic Last Order called down the rather rebellious teen with a loud "Get down here!" but he never emerged from his room. "Just great. Misaka's gonna have to drag him down here kicking and screaming, says Misaka Misa-"
"It would be easier if you came up here," Accelerator interrupted answering from his room. Jack clambered up the stairway, leaving Last Order behind in the living room. As Jack opened the mildly creaky door, his jaw dropped in surprise and horror as Accelerator sat on the edge of his bed, holding a vial of a dark, murky liquid that was unsettlingly viscous. That liquid was ALC-60, called Zero by the Acolytes. "Keep the door shut. Don't need this getting out." Jack was all too eager to close the door, even if it wasn't too effective against an airborne virus. "I hope you have a reason for potentially endangering everybody here," Jack asked as his knees essentially turned to jello with how much they wobbled.
"As a matter of fact, I do." The teen popped the plastic lid off the vial with a swift movement of his thumb, sending it flying into the corner behind Accelerator's desk. "Watch what happens when an Esper like me ingests this... virus, if you can even call it that."
Understandably, Jack stumbled toward Accelerator to try to prevent him from doing something so stupid. "You can't just drink a liquid that could instantly kill you!"
He reached for the vial, careful not to knock it out of Accelerator's hand. Yet Jack's hand was swatted aside. "Watch me," he replied. The vial met his lips, and with a mighty gulp, Accelerator downed the entire concoction in less than five seconds! And then, something strange happened. Nothing. The only notable change was the faint fizzling sound the liquid made when it entered his body. "That was a vial of pure ALC-60," he explained as he disposed of the vial, tossing it into the wastebasket under his desk. "When Yoshikawa was attacked by one of those freaks, I had to manually extract the infestation from her blood."

(So he's calling it an infestation rather than a virus,) Jack thought. "If I have to guess, what we're dealing with has no basis in science."
Accelerator nodded. "That's right. I don't know exactly what this thing is, but if I had to guess, I'd say it's actually some sort of spirit. As for why it doesn't affect espers? I'd say it's our powers. Espers are scientific in nature as opposed to ALC which is supernatural. Our psychic energy might be dispelling it entirely."
Good guess, but actually no. Espers being a scientific phenomenon directly contradicted what the Earth Crystal told the Warriors of Light. So Jack decided to bring him up to speed on what exactly is going on. About the cult, espers and whispers, the treachery of man, so on and so forth.
"Sh*t," was Accelerator's only response. "And here I thought I had a breakthrough."
"You actually had a good point there. Zero should still have no effect on an esper," Jack assured him. He turned to reopen the bedroom door as he provided an alternative theory. "Perhaps it's divine protection," he said. As soon as Jack turned the brass doorknob, he detected the faint smell of butter and onions entering his nose. He had heard that Last Order's cooking was nothing short of legendary from Accelerator and Index, and his slight smile betrayed his excitement for what should be perfection of flavor made manifest. "But we'll discuss that over dinner. Seems like the kid's cooking up a storm down there."

Immediately, Accelerator's eyes and brows widened. Jack knew what was to come next. (Ohhh sh*t) he thought to himself, preparing himself for the inevitable burst of speed. In a literal blink of an eye, Accelerator vanished from the bed with only a blur and a sonic boom being the only indication he moved, not to mention leaving a trail of dust in his wake like a cartoon character. It's a miracle Jack wasn't knocked over. With a hearty laugh, the Black Mage said to himself "Well, he certainly has priorities," and jauntily followed Accelerator downstairs to the kitchen. Speeding down the steps, he glimpsed Accelerator quite literally hovering over Last Order's shoulder curious as to what she had planned for dinner this time. "If I had to guess from the smell, the kid's trying her hand at french onion soup. Never had that before," Jack said. Misaka Worst chuckled from her spot at the table. "Now I'm imagining Shrek with a french accent!" Well, that pushed Accelerator over the edge. As his jaw dropped, he too dropped onto the hard linoleum. He forced himself to stand and shouted "Dammit Worst! You ruined soup for me! SOUP! What's next, are you gonna ruin coffee too?" Everyone laughed. Index and Kuroko especially.
"I'm not gonna lie, that sounds exactly like something George Costanza would say." Shirai said with an almost mocking smirk. As for Index, she laughed so hard she fell from her wooden chair onto the floor and almost knocked her seat over. "I think that would be something Jerry Seinfeld would say. I haven't laughed this much in years!" she said trying to catch her breath. Soon, the others would gather in the living room upstairs. Once Last Order finished with the soup, everyone was served bowls. Gilgamesh and Emika bantered with each other some more as Styl boasted about his impressive collection of Tom Clancy books to Yomikawa, prompting her to go on about her book, Moby Dick as well. Jack and Accelerator spoke as well, with generic banter and laughter reminiscing of their adventures before World War 3 and the Acolyte's Invasion.

Ishmael then stood in the center of the kitchen and tapped a spoon to a glass. "Eat, drink, and be merry! For tomorrow, we die. I should remind you, the Air Crystal floats above Babylon, and the boss wants us to shatter it before the Acolytes can extract its energies."
"Do we not get to be festive for a while?" asked Gilgamesh.
"Enjoy yourselves while you can. But be vigilant. It is not just Academy City that will be destroyed. Once ATMA is complete, the whole world will be at the mercy of the Acolytes of the New God. But until then, rest." Finishing his speech, Ishmael filled his glass with wine, which he found a bottle of in a nearby cabinet. "To Academy City!"
"To Academy City!" everyone else exclaimed. Except Touma and Jack.