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An explosion rocking through the Support Course Development Studio was not an uncommon experience for Higari Maijima, otherwise known as Power Loader. One of his prized pupils was Mei Hatsume after all, someone who blew the door off of it's hinges more times than he could count. While the door would indeed need repairing once more, the surprising part about the situation was that the door was now located deeper inside the lab as opposed to being in the hallway.
The frame of a student walking through the destruction they had caused reassured him that they weren't under any potential threat. There would be hell to pay however. "Who do you think you are breaking into my lab like that?" growled out the teacher.
"I'm just after my gear," growled out a voice which sounded equally as irritated.
Maijima watched as Katsuki Bakugo marched towards Mei Hatsume while the other students worked diligently away at their individual pieces, none of them phased from the prior explosion. It was common knowledge that Aizawa's student had an explosive disposition yet this still felt somewhat out of sorts. Had something irritated the kid to make him this aggressive? Maijimi wished that he could call Eraserhead to get some manner of intel yet Power Loader knew that he along with a vast amount of the teachers were out on a mission. Perhaps Principal Nezu would have some knowledge but he didn't want to pester him over what could be something insignificant. It was probably best to report this to Aizawa when he returned, if there was anything going on then surely he knew about it.
Still, though Power Loader was far more comfortable around machines than he were humans, he wasn't unfamiliar with the expressions teenagers showed on a regular basis. Bakugo wasn't showing something reminiscent of anger or annoyance, instead it seemed more of regret or potentially remorse. If that was the case however, than what was he remorseful for? Surely it couldn't be the door, the blasted thing was repaired on an almost daily basis. That could only mean it was something more personal and if that was the case then Maijima wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. He had enough issues in his lab to deal with to let some punk's problems disrupt his day.
"You got what you wanted, now get!" he demanded, pointing towards the exit.
Bakugo meanwhile stood in place, flexing his fingers as he felt the equipment in place. Hatsume was cooing over her 'baby,' explaining how the new item would serve the explosive brat in battle. As with all of her experiments, she gushed over the object but before she had the chance to properly go into the details of what she had accomplished Bakugo's hand whipped forth and clutched her forehead.
The whirring of tools came to an abrupt halt, everybody coming to the swift realization of just what could happen. A hero in training who could create explosions from the palm of his hand, currently held one of their peers in an incredibly compromising situation. Power Loader wished that he could leap into the fray but he didn't want to do anything that could set the student off.
The tense situation ticked on for far too long before Bakugo sneered, pushing the girl to the ground. "Get out of my workshop, you're no longer welcome here!" commanded Power Loader, asserting all of the authority he could muster at that moment.
"Whatever," scoffed Bakugo, marching towards the exit.
Power Loader was glad to see the back of him and knew that he had to inform Principal Nezu of this alteration immediately. He couldn't wait for Aizawa to return, the safety of his own student had been compromised and he would learn of Bakugo's fate when he was back. This was going straight to the principal and the intelligent mammal would determine the appropriate punishment.
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"Hit, we've been hit!"
The call went out to all the heroes, each of them alerted to the fact that the convoy had been struck and hence would be rerouting and heading towards the rendezvous point. The main issue now was the confusion that was reigning between them as none of them had made contact with the League of Villains.
Their were heroes all lined up, hidden in the nearby terrain and not one of them had seen any member of the League. The convoy wouldn't redirect for no reason and if they believed they'd been attacked then chances were they had taken some kind of damage. It was fully possible that the League of Villains now had more members in their ranks, villains which weren't on their radar, and consequently someone who could attack the convoy without being seen.
Regardless, the fact of the matter was that the convoy was on the move, heading away from the designated location. There were a dozen streets in between where the convoy currently was and they rendezvous point, which meant there were multiple locations to where an ambush could be waiting. While the heroes were vast in number, they needed to coordinate who was capable to get to which location in the best amount of time.
Given that there were dozens of Heroes trying to organize not only their own squads but all those around them. Hence, it could be described quite aptly, as pandemonium.
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Hawks was one such hero dealing with the pandemonium, multiple voices bombarding the earpiece he had equipped. It was difficult deciphering just who was saying what at any given moment and he didn't really have an opportunity to try and make sense of it all. After all, he was currently on the hunt.
It was difficult to describe the current chase as anything else, Shirou having gotten the jump on Hawks almost immediately by tossing his swords at the high ranking hero. It was a move that had caught Hawks off guard and he had responding by sending a number of his feathers to intercept the projectiles. What Hawks hadn't been expecting was for his own feathers to prove utterly useless.
The swords hadn't so much as altered trajectory in the slightest as they shredded the feathers on their attempt to carve into his flesh. A quick adjustment of his altitude had secured his safety, if only temporary. Having stared at Shirou, the teenager now weaponless before him had caused him to think that he held all of the cards. He knew from reports that Shirou was capable of summoning weapons forth with the use of his quirk but he made no motion to do so. The calmness in Shirou's eyes had given absolutely nothing away and it was only pure instinct which had caused Hawks to move, but even then he hadn't done so quickly enough.
Ever since then, Hawks had been on the chase as Shirou had escaped from the rooftop and was sprinting through the alley far faster than someone with a weapon based quirk should. It also didn't help that Hawks was giving chase with one hand clutching at a deep cut under his left ribs, blood actively seeping through his fingers as he failed to put nowhere near enough pressure on it. It wasn't a fatal wound by any stretch, provided he got medical attention.
The sooner the better.
Problem was, Shirou wasn't slowing down and, more infuriatingly, deflecting everything that Hawks was throwing at them. Shirou's back was to him the entire chase and Hawks was confidently sending forth his feathers at breakneck speeds with the intention of incapacitating the rogue teenager. Without so much as looking over his shoulder, Shirou was able to lift one of his weapons behind his back and parry his feather. The first time Hawks had considered it a fluke, the ninth time it had just gotten beyond ridiculous. Did Shirou have some manner of premonition attached to his quirk? Or was he actively predicting where Hawks would aim?
Or, and this was the most absurd reason Hawks could think of, could Shirou actively hear the incoming feathers and act accordingly? Given the speed at which they were traveling and how swiftly Shirou would have to react, surely that had been a theory that had been concocted solely due to blood loss. There was no chance that a first year student could react in such a way.
Whipping around a corner into a dingy alleyway, Hawks had to take evasive maneuvers as Shirou had taken the fraction of a second that he was out of sight to go on the offensive. Diverting violently to the side, Hawks found himself crashing into some nearby trash cans, grunting painfully at the collision before finding himself held at swordpoint by the teenager.
"You don't mind if I only put one hand up?" offered Hawks, raising his right hand into the air in a sign of surrender while keeping his left hand on his open wound. Shirou said nothing, Hawks taking that as permission to keep pressure on the injury. "You know you can't get away with this. Every hero on this operation knows that you were the one organizing it, you're going to be labeled a villain."
He expected some manner of retort from the teenager, anything that could have given him sort of information going forward. Instead, Shirou leaned forward and while still holding Hawks hostage, took out the earpiece and shattered the device between his fingers. "I'd get that looked at if I were you," said Shirou. While it sounded sincere enough on the surface, Hawks could see it for what it really was, a warning. A warning that if the professional hero continued this recklessness, it could very well turn out far worse than what it already was.
Hawks could only watch as Shirou took off, his threat having been made. Grunting as he made his way to his feet, Hawks had to concede that he had taken the teenager far too lightly at it had cost him. What the endgame was however was difficult to predict but if given the chance, he wouldn't go easy on the kid again.
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Midnight ran through the streets, ignoring the views and cheers of the citizens watching her go by. To them it likely looked like she, along with Fat Gum and Kamui Woods, were off to apprehend a villain in a spectacular way which would be headline news worthy.
That couldn't be farther from the truth.
The sheer fact of the matter was that they didn't have nearly enough people on this mission. With multiple prisons having been broken into, the crime rate in certain regions had skyrocketed with convicted felons running riot forcing hero agencies to commit vast numbers of staff to be working day after day. Hence, while they had a good number of heroes on this case, at the end of the day they didn't have nearly enough heroes available.
They had planned for a good number of likely scenarios, but it was impossible to man every corner, every street, every possibility. This was one such possibility that, while they had considered it, hadn't been able to properly man. The fact that the convoy had shifted had forced all of them into action but with the knowledge that they could be charging into an ambush meant they had to be cautious moving around every corner, looking down every alleyway. There were far too many blindspots that could cause untold catastrophes that they had to consider.
Which, when they reached the rendezvous point without having run into conflict, there was a sense of relief that swept through Midnight's thoughts. It was only momentary though, because the crux of the matter hadn't yet been fixed. The convoy had still shifted from their original route because one of the trucks had been hit and she had no idea by who. Reaching up to her earpiece, Midnight spoke. "Has anyone made contact with the League of Villains yet?"
There was a swift reply, but all of the answers were negative. Midnight couldn't help but bite at the inside of her lip in confusion. Something wasn't right but she couldn't tell what. "You seem troubled," stated Kamui Woods as Fat Gum went over to communicate with Gang Orca.
"I have a bad feeling about this," said Midnight as the convoy turned into view.
"Just a feeling?" questioned Kamui Woods as a few other hero squads arrived.
Raising a finger to her earpiece, Midnight sent out a question to all of those who could hear her. "Have we had eyes on the convoy all the way through?"
The responses given were filled with uncertainty. Midnight turned to look at the heroes standing nearby. "Open the back of those trucks immediately! Confirm that Himiko Toga is in the back of one of them!"
The response was immediate as the heroes leapt into action, springing forward as the trucks came to a stop. Midnight meanwhile pulled out her phone and dialed a number and prayed that someone would answer the other side. "Hello."
"Sekijiro!" Midnight all but yelled down the line at the professional hero Vlad King. "What have you done?"
"What I had to," responded Vlad King before the line went dead. The phone fell from Midnight's hand as swift realization crushed her soul. The plan that they had all been dancing to was a dud, only part of a greater plan which they weren't privy to. Vlad King had orchestrated something from the confines of his home, pulling the strings of all those who would listen to him.
"Midnight, the prisoner is missing!"
"I know," screamed Midnight in frustration, struggling to believe her friend had been able to pull this off by himself. Yet, she recalled, that it wasn't just him at the end of the day that had put this all together. Reaching up to her earpiece, she called out to all those who could hear her. "Someone tell me they have eyes on Emiya Shirou!"
The curse from Eraserhead was the only answer she needed to hear before Midnight started barking instructions. "Use every contact you have and contact the police to gain access to traffic footage to locate the truck," she commanded. "I need everyone to set up a perimeter and find Emiya Shirou, right now he is to be treated as a villain and detained immediately. I repeat, Emiya Shirou is to be treated as a villain!"
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Toga, for the most part, had no clue as to what was going on in the slightest. All she knew was that this drive was going on far longer than it should have and as much as she wanted to know any sort of information she was getting absolutely none. She had called out to the driver on a number of occasions but either they couldn't hear her or they simply didn't want to respond.
Regardless, given how hungry she was she could only imagine that they had been driving for hours. Surely that hadn't been the intention but given that she had had nothing but time to think, Toga hadn't been able to let some sinister thoughts creep into her mind. Other than a few violent turns, nothing really had indicated that something was off but at the same time she simply couldn't shake the feeling.
Finally, something of some note happened when the truck came to a halt and she could hear something reminiscent of a roller door open up. Given she had been taken from a prison with ten meter high walls, a roller door didn't exactly scream high security.
Still though, she knew that if there was a chance to escape, it was now. She didn't have a plan in motion, all she had was her moment and she would make the rest up on the fly.
The sound of the heavy duty doors screeching open signaled the time to act. Yet when she saw who was standing there, a sense of hope that she didn't know was possible lit up. She may never have met the man in person, but she was one of his biggest fans after all.
"Stain?" she said with uncertainty in her voice.
The grizzled criminal looked in her direction, gazing at her with a cold stare. "In the flesh," he commented.
Toga couldn't figure out what was going on. Where was she? Why was Stain here? Had he rescued her? Of course! That had to be it. Stain couldn't let the opportunity to rescue her slip by and he had planted a bogus truck in the convoy and had gotten her to safety. She didn't know how he had done it but the sheer fact that he had done it meant the world to her.
Looking past him however, the world came crashing down once again. There was a woman standing there, one who had risen to her own level of infamy by having been caught by heroes after a forty minute televised standoff where she and her partner had held multiple heroes at bay with seemingly minimal effort. Said partner, was the one who had been able to distort the very world around her along with hundreds of others with the use of his quirk. If that was what he was truly capable of, there was no telling what she could do if she got serious.
"Himiko Toga, welcome to my home. You are now my prisoner. So let's go over some ground rules," started Tohsaka Rin in such a way that Toga couldn't help but feel that prison was safer than wherever this was.
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