Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black
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Misaki was used to hearing that phrase from onlookers after the fact, as well as reading it in eyewitness accounts. A contractor was active on the top of a Tokyo skyscraper what was it about rooftops that attracted contractors, anyway? A hurried call from Kanami during the rush over revealed that BK's star was pulsing brightly. When the squad burst through the door, they interrupted a standoff between BK and two other men Misaki didn't recognize, although she assumed they were also contractors.
Members of Unidentified Sound Objects - Chocolate Lightning squad called out their usual catch phrases "Freeze! BK, as he often did when lacking an immediate hostage to hide behind, promptly put his hands up.
He was deceptive that way, removing himself as a threat so the police would focus on the ones that didn't surrender, gone by the time anyone remembered to cuff him. Scowling, Misaki kept her weapon on him. The other two men whipped aside their long coats.
One displayed Im Not Ready - Sylvester - Immortal nasty-looking sawed-off shotgun; the other wielded what looked like an old-fashioned tommy gun.
Completely thrown off by the change in the usual confrontation scenario, Misaki froze in place. She had 影踏み - The GazettE - Division prepared for electrical storms, explosive bodily fluids, anti-gravity capabilities. Compared to the supernatural powers usually flung around when contractors crossed paths, mere guns were just mundane.
When the man with the tommy gun Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black a deadly arc of bullets across the rooftop, mundane no longer seemed the appropriate word. Instinct took over, although the instinct of a police officer was different than that of a random passerby, protect rather than survive. Misaki first shoved her left hand to the side, driving the heel of her palm against the shoulder of the squad member next Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black her.
He went sprawling before the stream of bullets reached him, more-or-less safe under the barrage. Misaki drew fire by rolling in the other Various - Discotheque 3, coming up on one knee with her pistol up, knowing even as she did so she was likely to be bisected by the bullets before she could draw a bead on her target.
When she tried to site down the pistol's barrel, however, black swarmed her vision. It felt as if her upper arm was seized she never imagined being shot would feel the same as being grabbed before centrifugal force spun her around, sending her nose-first into the concrete wall.
Unrelenting pressure on her back forced air from Perry Mason - Ozzy Osbourne - Ozzmosis Demos lungs.
She turned her head, wincing as her cheek scraped against the rough wall. Dust from bullets kicked up in front of her face, approaching fast. Before she could flinch, black covered her vision again. Only this time, "black" was shaped like a hand, slapped flat next to her head as the bullets closed in. Someone was shielding her. Which was ridiculous; stopping bullets with a human body only worked in movies. In real life, especially at close range, projectiles tore through the flesh of multiple people, only deflected if bone was struck.
Judging from what she glimpsed before black took over her sight, this ordinance was powerful enough to blow through bones rather than ricochet off. Some idiot was going to make the papers tomorrow with a tragic tale of good samaritanism Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black wrong. Misaki felt the person over her grunt as the projectiles hit, the rat-a-tat sound flattening in pitch as the bullets struck flesh instead of concrete.
The bullets themselves she felt as sharp points of pressure in a path across her shoulders and back as they hit the man covering her, forcing that part of him into her more heavily for a fraction of a second. She was surprised she wasn't in greater pain.
What hurt the most was her nose. She scrunched it up, hoping it wasn't broken, and felt her glasses shift unevenly before tilting off her face. Incredibly, she was still conscious enough to hear the pitch change again as the bullets swept over them and continued to the concrete on the other side. The view in front of her eyes changed from black to white, a dull ceramic ping reverberating in her ears. Misaki's eyes rounded in astonishment as she stared at the porcelain rim of a mask, dark strands of hair poking around the mask's edges.
Neither an innocent bystander nor one of her men; rather, she had been shielded by the most wanted contractor in the constellations. His chin set heavily on her shoulder as his forehead rested against the wall next to her face. Glancing down, Misaki saw the glint of still-smoking spent bullets gathered at their feet.
Several were smashed into compacted cylinders, demonstrating that they had struck something. Somehow, he really had blocked the barrage with his body. She wondered, just for a second, if immortality rather than electricity was BK's true contractor ability. It would explain a few things…. Exhaling sharply, Misaki drove her left elbow back as hard as she could. There was a sharper grunt from the man covering her as she struck his sternum, his stance easing just enough for her to spin around.
The barrel of her pistol struck under his chin, forcing his head back. One squeeze of the trigger, and she'd blow the top of his head off. There was no hesitation on her side, only amazing reflexes on his. Fingers wrapped around her wrist, altering the trajectory by the fraction needed. When her own fingers tightened in involuntarily response, the shot scraped past his head. Powder burns marked the bullet's path, a light tracing against the white mask that went from cheek to the corner of his eye.
He pressed just soforcing her hand open. Misaki's regulation pistol clattered to the ground. Time stopped as they stood frozen in position, Misaki shoved against the wall and smashed against BK's chest, his right arm still braced next to her head, his left out to the side as he restrained her weapon hand. Misaki's neck craned painfully back as she tried to look into the face of the man holding her. There was only the featureless mask and a brief glint of reflected light behind the mask's blank eye sockets before BK's head turned to the side.
One of her men, an unlucky civilian? She attempted to free herself, trying to turn BK's grasp on her into a judo throw. Hampered because of the limited space available for maneuvering, she could do little more than grab the loose fabric under his collar. BK slid his hand from her wrist to her arm, dropping it to her waist. His arm looped around her. He tugged up experimentally right as Misaki twined her leg around his, trying to topple him so she could see Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black was happening and evaluate the hostage situation.
What little purchase she obtained evaporated as his arm tightened, pulling her off her feet. His other arm shot out to the side. A low metallic click was followed by a peculiar slithering sound, then she was flying sideways as the mechanism hidden in his sleeve activated.
Suddenly the rooftop was sliding away, shouts and yells compressed Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black distant. A hasty glance over her shoulder showed the other two criminals down, covered by her men, Saito at the roof's edge staring after her in horror. Somehow BK manipulated his wire to bend around a building, and the rooftop could no longer be seen.
Still in mid-air he calmly detached the wire and sent out another in a different direction, down and to the side. It felt as if her body paused before acknowledging the sharp change in direction. BK casually detached that wire as well, shooting out a new one that took Wide Range (Original Mix) - Various - Deeper Shades of Black in yet another direction. He's being random, so they can't track from his last trajectory, Misaki realized.
It was working. She knew Tokyo well, but not from ten stories up. She had no idea where the original building was, and no way to know where they were going. One thing she did know was that a kidnapping victim had a much slimmer chance of survival once transported away Dance - Ratt - Dancing Undercover the scene.
She dropped her head back and snapped it forward with as much force as she could manage, aiming for the Various - Planete Zouk - The Best Of Antillian Music tissue of his throat.
It felt lower, perhaps where his collarbones met, but it still startled him into releasing the wire before he meant to. They were briefly in free-fall as he retracted the wire. It sounded more like a warning than a threat. Misaki snarled and tried to strike him again.
His hand shifted from her waist to fold over her back, fingers spread against the nape of her neck to force her still. He flipped suddenly, straightening so his legs pointed towards the distant ground, plummeting directly down. Misaki let out a yelp that was not she told herself a scream.
They were far too high up to survive this. She tightened her grip around his shoulders and squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face against his chest.
There was a jarring thud. The top of her head bumped under his chin, clicking his teeth together forcefully. Misaki opened first one eye, and then the other. She was alive. When she looked up to try and see where she was, the white of the mask swam over her. She blinked. Thank You For The Cross - Tommee Profitt - Beautiful Grace knelt on the ground, one arm behind her shoulders with the other underneath her knees, cradling her against his chest.
Misaki pulled her elbow back, flattened her hand, and struck him as hard as she could in the middle of his chest. BK went sprawling. She scrambled off him, hand instinctively grasping for her gun, only to come up empty-handed as her fingertips brushed an empty holster. Sinking into a defensive stance, she put her elbows out and her hands in front of her, ready to fend him off as best she could.