"Breaking news! We've got two Smother Squads in Setagaya ready to duke it out on live television!"
People all over watched as Squad-A and Squad-B sized each other up.
"On the right, we've got Squad A!"
〈Squad A Members: Yumi Tanaka, age 18. Sakura Sangimoto, Age 19. Azura Asagiri, Age 18. Rina Ichikawa, Age 18. Kiyoko Kurosaki, age 18.〉
〈Squad B Members: Chiharu Kanzaki, age 22. Yuki Kuromiya, age 18. Misaki Aizawa, age 18. Kana Shirogane, age 19. Rion Kamizuki, age 21.〉
Chiharu glared at Yumi. "Yumi."
Yumi glared back. "Chiharu. What are you doing in my city?"
"Your city? Don't make me embarrass you on this stage!"
"I wish you'd try. Give me a reason to execute you."
"Likewise, tiny bitch."
Yuki began biting her nails. "We fighting? We fighting?"
Sakura cracked her neck. "I damn sure hope so!"
The girls all turned towards Zanko, rushing towards him and piling on him. "Sir, sir!"
"Give us permission to wipe them out!"
"Let us put them in their place, please!"
"We're your favorite, right? Tell them, sir! Tell these jerks!"
"Dear me," Zanko thought. "How should I handle this? Ahh. The mature way."
Zanko cleared his throat. "Now, now, children. You know I love you all equally, so let's settle this like mature adults! How about a competition?"
"So, we ARE fighting?" Chiharu questioned.
"No, not each other. You're officers! Whoever stops the most crimes in a week gets to keep reign of Japan! Sound good, girls?"
They all nodded.
"You're on, frauds," Yumi hissed.
Chiharu got in Yumi's face. "Sure, we'll see."
She grabbed Yumi's collar, and Yumi smacked her hand away. "Get your hand off me!"
"Who do you think you are—-?"
The two girls began wrestling, and soon, they were all dogpiling each other. Zanko sighed.
"I knew I should've just stuck with Squad-A."
"When do we begin, sir?" Kiyoko asked, avoiding the dogpile.
"Now," Zanko clarified. "We settle this at once."
The girls all separated from each other, lining up as the crowd watched. Zanko paced in front of them.
"Look, Director Zanko looks so serious!"
"Isn't he always?"
"No, he's like, always smiling!"
Zanko stopped in front of Yumi. "One week. Handle all felons with the same protocol and training you've received. I put trust in all ten of you to do your best."
"Yes, sir!"
"Now, go, officers! Go and stop some criminals!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
Without wasting time, they all ran in separate directions. Zanko turned back to the crowd, now alone.
"Eh? Oh. Don't do crimes, kids!"
The crowd all clapped, but Zanko hurried off the stage. Governor Oshima ran over, but he was too late.
"Man. Couldn't even get a picture with one of them..."
Shinjuku—-
A young man was busy pummeling an elderly man in the face in the middle of an alleyway.
"You got my money? Where's my money? Where's my damn money, old fool?"
"Please...me, have no money..."
"Hey!"
The young man turned around, where Sakura was standing, arms folded. "Oh shit—-!"
"Okay," Sakura thought. "Protocol. Whatever."
She cleared her throat. "Kid, whoever you are, get on the ground now. You're sentenced to death for felony assault."
"Please, can I—?"
"Shush. Only talk when I tell you to."
"Why did I have to get the mean one?" the man grumbled to himself.
The man got on the ground as Sakura stepped over him. "Hmm. Now I'll execute you by strangling. Means I'll wrap my legs around your throat until you stop breathing. Don't move."
Sakura adjusted her skirt. "I'm starting."
She got to the side of the felon, wrapping her legs around his neck, and he immediately felt pressure on his windpipe.
"Can't...breathe..." he thought. "How is she so strong?"
Sakura squeezed harder, and his vision began to grow dim. Reflexively, he began clawing at her legs.
"Stop," she hissed. "Just close your eyes."
She adjusted her angle, shaking off his hands. Soon, his body went still, and she pressed her fingers to his neck.
"Hmm," she thought. "No pulse. Unfortunately, Kiyoko isn't with me to check, but it is what it is."
She sat on his chest and checked his pockets. "Okay, no weapons. No weapons. My Director might be watching. Gotta do this properly."
She pulled out a phone. "Huh. This's coming with me."
After pocketing it, she went over to check on the old man. "Sir? You good? Hello?"
The old man weakly reached up. "Police...girl..."
She leaned him against a wall. "Wait a sec. I'll get you some help."
"Also," she thought to herself. "That's gotta be one on the score! Take that, B-List bitches!"
Shibuya, Japan——
Azura was busy walking around Shibuya, reading a history book. "Crime rates in 2015 were at a 450% increase per capita. A very interesting time."
"Drugs! Come get your drugs!"
Azura looked up, where a masked thug was busy holding up bags of drugs.
"A felony," she noted. "Time to do my profession."
Azura tapped the man on the shoulder, and he jumped back. "Gah! A squad officer!"
Azura's pale eyes didn't even blink once. "You've just committed a felony. I am here to execute you. Get on the ground. At once."
The man looked her up and down. "Huh. You're kinda cute. Fine. You win."
Unbeknownst to her, the man briefly looked up and winked, where another masked thug was stationed on the roof, and he quickly disappeared once Azura glanced around.
The man slowly got on the ground, and Azura put her heel over his eye. "I will execute you by trampling. I will stomp my heel into your eye, and twist until it reaches your brain. Do you have any questions?"
"Just one."
"Ask it."
"Once you kill me, can you take that device in my pocket with you?"
"Affirmative. Now, remain stationary."
She raised her heel up, bringing it down. A loud SQUISH could be heard as she twisted her heel. People passed by and glanced, waving, but otherwise walked along.
After a few minutes, she removed her heel, and she moved to his pocket, pulling out a small box.
"A radio," she noted. "It must have a function."
After placing it in her pocket, she checked his pulse. "None. Job completed."
Ōta, Japan—-
Rina was busy shopping in one of the shops, picking out a light blue dress. "〜Ooh, this looks pretty! 〜"
The cashier greeted her as she walked up. "Hello, Rina Ichikawa! I'm so honored to have you in my shop!"
Rina gave her a warm smile. "Hehe, thank you!"
"I'll give you a 30% discount. Whenever you're ready, dear."
The woman waited as Rina paid for her dress, before giving her a hug and leaving. Outside, she bumped into Yumi, who was sweating profusely. "Yumi?"
"Rina! Did you see a guy run past here?"
Rina shook her head. "Nope! I was shopping!"
"Damn."
Kiyoko walked up to them, munching on chips and a hot dog. Yumi stared at her. "And let me guess. You weren't patrolling either?"
"I was," Kiyoko corrected. "It got tiring. You have to remember, I'm a Nurse, not a normal officer."
Yumi rolled her eyes. "Fine. You two, follow me. He couldn't have gone far."
They followed behind as Yumi attempted to retrace his steps, analyzing the tracks left behind. "Huh...they lead to this building."
A sign reading: "Gōsuto Sagu-dan Lair" was posted to the door.
"Interesting," Kiyoko said, munching. "Should we check it out, or could it be a trap?"
"In either case, it'll give us a felon to catch. So, let's move."
Yumi kicked open the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and the three ventured inside.
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