Spawning three rectangular sheets of glass, he sandwiched and welded them together, subsequently levitating it near the edge.
"Kusu..." He sneered, peering over the edge with the crossbow and spotting the culprits below. "A bunch of kids with guns."
Several more bullets whipped into the building, but one bullet finally smacked the composite glass pane, forming a large spiderweb pattern. Using his toolgun, he duplicated the creation and spawned three more copies, retracting and freezing the partially damaged original via the Physgun. With his bare hands, he dislodged and inspected the bullet.
"7.62x63mm." He muttered. "That's American ammunition. Great...I'm dealing with either Springfields or M1 Garands. Only one way to find out..."
Placing a new composite pane over the edge, he walked and peer over again, watching the dark Prussian blue cladded girls converging towards his location. Using the crossbow, he shook his head at the sight of long/short and loose skirts, opened serafukus, and sarashis. However, his attention was focused on their weapons.
"Are those miniguns?" He uttered and lowered the crossbow. "Oh you gotta be kidding me..."
With an aggressive sniffle, he returned to the rooftops, spawning a modified wiremod CRT monitor and a juryrigged modem. Typing some code into a terminal, he immediately mouthed 'ah ha', a prompt reading ACCESS GRANTED and he viewed the CCTV cameras. On screen, the sukebans scurried through the lobby area, where, upon touching the lift buttons, Min froze the lifts.
However, some sukebans found the emergency stairwell, bypassing the apparently compromised keycard scanner.
"Alright...you wanna play games? Okay!" He snarled, definitely not impersonating a certain Italian-American actor.
Inputting some code, the fire alarms buzzed and all the sprinklers activated, soaking the sukebans...except those in the stairwell. Nonetheless, he flicked the radio on again, modest static dancing around amid some dialling. Then...
"-e advised, we got have a Code 8 at the Nakatomi building. All nearby units, please respond, over." The female dispatch said, followed by a reply. "This is officer Kirino, we have a visual of the Nakatomi building. There is no visible 11-71 from our 10-20. Repeat, no visible 11-71 from our 10-20. Over."
There was a brief silence, enough for the former Citizen to stare blankly at the radio, his head twitching curtly.
"Central, I cannot abandoned my 10-20, but if we can get some aerial recon, I can confirm this Code 8 asap. Over."
"Shit..." He muttered, turning away and standing up. "Different flag, different nationality, but definitely CP influenced."
Eying the sukeban's progress, he spawned vent ducts and a couple satellite dishes, adding scenery to the bare rooftop. Seeing the roof access stairwell, he spawned several duplications: A Breen vending machine and a modified fridge. Upon seeing some benches down, he collected the radio and computers, vanishing to somewhere.
64 seconds later, there was some pounding on the door, then it slammed open, courtesy of a minigun sukeban. Accompanied by some fusilier and mitraillette sukebans, they scanned the area, two of them particular searching between the vents. After a minute, the group stopped their search, but one of them finally eyed the vending machine, borrowing some coins from two others.
With some curious hums, a dozen coins clanked. But when she pressed one of the buttons, a couple seconds passed and a lever sprung from the pickup window, whacking the sukeban in the crotch. Clutching herself, the unfortunate victim slumped and her halo disappeared.
The others turned towards her direction, but on the far left, the lone minigun sukeban was snatched by a fridge, a minute yelp promptly muffled by the padded plastic lid. In a flash, the claw, disguised as some ventilation shafts, having been grasping the fridge, flung it in the distance. Then, a beep followed and the triple articulated industrial claw disappeared.
"Huh...?" Some of the sukeban chirped and turned around.
"Nanideshita?"
With some shrugs, they turned around, two of them tending to their fallen classmate. But, one of them took a double take.
"Hey, where's Fukumoto?"
"I don't know." A random sukeban with an SMG shrugged. "You were the last to see her."
"Yeah, but..." The other sukeban stuttered, otherwise struggling to argue. "It's just...ugh..."
"She probably left, okay? So, don't worry about it. Always the freakin' overth-"
But then, a long rectangular plastic pillar whacked her in the face, courtesy of Min's physgun. Rendering her unconscious, he promptly proppushed her friend in the stomach, whacking her off the edge. Switching to his toolgun, he spawned a vending machine in front of him, narrowly shielding him from a hailstorm of 5.56x45mm and 9mm bullets.
Spawning a couple cinderblocks and a trashy Trabant frame behind him, his toolgun then transformed into the Gravity Gun and, with the flick of a switch, he pushed the vending machine. Unfortunately, the four surviving sukeban expected this move and sidestepped into two pairs. But for the leftward pair, Min pushed the Trabant by its bonnet, sending it spinning and whacking them off their feet.
Then, grabbing one of the cinderblocks, he threw it at the other pair, but the fusilier rolled to the side, denying him a double kill. So, he threw the other cinderblock, but she leaned leftward, the concrete nicking her shoulder as it tumbled and slid off the roof. Wisely, she backpedalled and retreated into the stairwell; however, upon clicking a fresh magazine into place, a brownish container door clanked in front of the doorway, followed by several toolgun noises.
"Oh wow." The sukeban awed rather saltily. "Pussy!"
Before she could think about shooting through it, a cinderblock clipped through the door and whacked her in the face, sending her tumbling down the stairs. Seconds later, the door disappeared and a stringy cyan beam grabbed her torso, courtesy of the Physgun. Then, Min plopped her body in a giant blue dumpster with the other sukebans inside.
"Trash." He spat and left the rooftops thereafter.