"Well done," Unabara Mitsuki said from the other end of the phone. "All that remains is transportation of the bodies as well as elimination of evidence. We'll take care of the empty cartridges and blood stains. That black garbage truck is on its way, so get on that."
"No," Accelerator responded while holding his phone. "I'll come back on my own. I don't want any favors from you people."
"That's fine, but try not to run into anyone you know. There's a reason we keep ourselves hidden; standing out isn't going to bring you any favors. I wouldn't advise it for any of us."
"Quit speaking down to me. Do you want me to fucking kill you?"
Accelerator gave that parting comment and hung up.
(…Chaff, huh? So there's an artificial way of jamming electromagnetic waves. Maybe I could carry a bomb or something around to knock that kind of thing out of the air.)
He looked back at the dirty ground as he thought about what he should do in the future.
Komaba Ritoku's corpse was there with the top half of its face gone. The military flashlight that had broken in its fall was, too.
"Keh." Accelerator made a noise of annoyance. "I know you're alive, Musujime Awaki."
After he spoke, he heard footsteps coming from farther into the back alley.
"I was watching from a window for some of it, but when did you notice me?"
"Heh. It was obvious you were there."
In order to avoid Komaba Ritoku's gunshots, he had jumped from the 2nd story of the framework.
Accelerator had retrieved his gun from the ground afterwards and counterattacked. However, when he thought about it now, it was obvious that that was just too much good fortune. It was pretty unlikely that his gun would be within reach after he fell. Musujime Awaki had used Move Point to move it within reach.
"Don't interfere in other people's fights."
"Oh? Is that any way to talk to the person that saved your life?"
"…Do you want me to kill you?"
"Right back at you."
A thin smile appeared on Musujime's face and she got so close he could feel her breath on his face.
Her eyes were open so wide they looked like dinner plates.
"Did you forget? The only reason I'm here is because you interfered with my fight on that day. If it weren't for you, I could have hidden and gotten more people to help me. Then I could have attacked the facility my comrades are restrained in and rescued them."
The smile on her face looked like it was slicing her head in two as she slowly spoke.
"Heh. Heh heh. If you use your powers to help me with my work in Group and my comrades are released as a result, I'll forgive you. But if you get in my way, you're dead. Make sure your value to me doesn't fall any farther. If you don't you'll have corkscrews all over your body."
"Shut the fuck up, woman." Accelerator cracked his neck as he responded. "You're the one that doesn't understand. You're the one that got so upset just because I smashed some of your luggage. Try and get this in that defective brain of yours. If you waste even a second of my life, you're going to be nothing more than a stain in a back alley."
"…"
"…"
The two stared at each other for a bit, but then a car horn sounded multiple times with short intervals between. It seemed the black garbage truck had arrived at the entrance to the alley.
The tension between them disappeared when they heard that.
"Fucking ridiculous," Accelerator spat out.
"You've got that right," Musujime Awaki nodded and stepped back.
It wasn't time for that yet.
"How did you trick Komaba?"
"It was actually quite easy. Because his legs were so powerful, he wasn't going to leave a corpse. So I used a dumpster as a shield. It was behind a restaurant, so it had a pig bones and organs in it."
"I used Move Point to move myself, so I did vomit once partway through," she added.
To add more detail, she had apparently wrapped some hair she had pulled out with Move Point around her flashlight. She could teleport something as particular as specific hairs, but she still found moving herself difficult.
"…So you used a dumpster full of organs that just happened to be there. That was lucky."
"Yes, it was. I would have just used something else as a shield had I not been so lucky. I could have used one of the other Skill-Out members. I do consider it fortunate that I didn't have to do that."
Musujime picked her flashlight up from next to the corpse.
"You did quite a number on him," she said in a disinterested voice. "Unabara called you, right? What did he say?"
"He said to get on the garbage truck that was coming. I said I'd go back on my own."
Musujime gave a puzzled look at that.
"Oh? Do you have somewhere you want to go? It's a bit too soon for lunch."
"That elegant-acting man asked me that too, but it's nothing much."
Accelerator had another cell phone in his hand.
It was a plastic electronic device that was covered in the blood of a man who was now gone.
The standby screen showed a young girl smiling.
And when he pressed a few buttons, a number of phone numbers appeared.
The entry category was "People Requiring Special Attention in Regards to Attacks on Level 0s".
He looked through the entries.
As he did, he relaxed and spoke.
"I still have a job left to do. A special bonus job."