Week 13
With the changing room all to themselves, Leah tugs on her black belt, ensuring a snug fit as she grins with delight at the hanging mirror before her.
“It’s a perfect fit!” Leah exclaims, stretching her arms around in the soft fabric of her borrowed robes. “Thank you Miss Hinohara!”
“It’s no problem,’ Eiko replies. “Though, if you want that black belt yourself, you’ll have to work plenty to get one.”
“How long have you been practicing?” Leah curiously asks.
“Sixteen years. I got mine just before I graduated high school, and just kept at it since.”
Leah’s eyes light up. “Wow, that long? You must be a pro then!”
Eiko cocks a slight grin. “There’s plenty of others that are more skilled than me. Inspector Kichiro’s had over twenty, and the Commissioner even more.”
“Is everyone here a black belt then?” Leah pouts at the thought. “Now I’m feeling left out...”
A playful chuckle escapes Eiko. “Well, you better get going if you want to keep up.”
“Right! Let’s see just how tough Daiji really is!” Leah cracks her knuckles, ready for her showdown.
As Leah heads out into the training room, Eiko’s phone suddenly rings. She pulls it out to see it’s Kichiro. With a quick tap, she answers her superior.
“Yes, Inspector?”
“Is Ms. Takami still with you?” Kichiro asks, a sharp concern in his voice. That’s never a good sign.
She turns to the door swinging back closed. “She just went out to the mat.” Eiko replies.
“Don’t lose sight of her. Especially when she’s around Mr. Sasamoto.”
Without hesitation, Eiko replies back with a stern voice. “Understood, Sir.”
As she hangs up the phone, alarms ring out across the building, brilliant red spewing across the walls. A breach in the building. Eiko doesn’t hesitate to rush straight into the training room and quickly yell out to the two teens, who had just begun to take their places on the mat.
“Both of you, follow me! We need to go!” Eiko calls out.
“What’s going on?” Daiji asks.
“I don’t know, but we need to get to the safe room. Now!”
Daiji and Leah exchange worried glances before following Eiko out of the training room, not knowing what to expect.
Kichiro waits anxiously by the training room doors as a wave of staffers and policemen rush by in both directions, the deafening alarms screeching across the halls as an announcer calls out from the speakers.
“Attention! Security breach at Section A. All personnel, please head to the nearest safe room. This is not a drill.”
“What the devil is going on?” he mutters. Just then, Eiko flings open the training room doors with Leah and Daiji scurrying close behind.
“Inspector, what’s the situation?” Eiko asks.
“I’ve no clue. I’m still getting word on the situation,” he replies. He then looks at Leah and Daiji, still dressed in their martial arts uniforms. Even with the place in complete chaos, he shoots the two a playful smile. “Quite a spectacle we have going on here, don’t you think?”
Leah however, shoots Kichiro a serious look. “Where’s my brother?”
Kichiro blinks. “Brother?”
“Don’t toy with me. This is exactly what you people did last time.”
“Ms. Aya, what are you on about?” Daiji asks, taken aback by her words.
Leah mutters under her breath. “Trying to use me as bait to lure my brother in... I should’ve known better. I was hopeful even…”
Kichiro and Eiko share a brief glance at one another, though neither one could piece together her meaning.
“Ms. Takami, I don’t know what you’re going on about,” Kichiro says. He reaches for her shoulder, but she immediately slaps it away and begins to back away. The three are shocked by Leah’s sudden mood change.
“Leah… what’s going on?” Daiji beckons.
“These people… they killed my parents and tried to kill me and my brother too. And now they’re here to finish it.”
She nods to the group of men in black suits fast approaching them, guns drawn and dark shades beaming right at them. As the others turn their attention to these suits, Leah prepares to make a dash for the other end of the hall, but her escape is cut off by more black suits approaching from that direction. There’s nowhere left to run.
The four immediately find themselves surrounded as the black suits raise their weapons at them. One of the black suits shouts out to them.
“Hands up! Don’t move!”
Leah grits her teeth and clenches her fist. This could be the end for her. She contemplates her options. She eyes Kichiro’s sidearm. Should she go for it? There’s too many of them. Then she looks around the hallway. No exits nearby. Even so, how could she break through so many men? Is surrender the only choice left?
As they raise their hands, Daiji moves in front of Leah, putting himself between her and the guns.
“Daiji?” Leah utters, taken aback by his selflessness.
“Just stay behind me,” he tells her.
Kichiro begins to speak up. “My name is Watabe Kichiro, Chief Inspector of the Kubozaki Police Department. I demand to know…”
“Hand the girl over. We’re taking her into custody,” a bald man said, ignoring Kichiro’s words.
“Miss Takami is under custody of the Kubozaki Police Department.”
“I won’t ask again, Chief Inspector. Hand her over.” The suits’ guns train their sights, but not at Kichiro. It’s Daiji.
Kichiro and Eiko form a wall between Daiji and Leah, a staunch face of defiance eyeing back against the black suits.
“Miss Takami is under custody of the Kubozaki Police Department,” he repeats. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through us.”
The bald man scoffs at him. “Wrong answer.”
As the bald man begins to utter his next words, Eiko spots a small cylindrical object rolling between the man’s legs and stopping right before Kichiro. Her eyes widen and immediately covers Daiji and Leah with her back.
In a split second, a loud bang erupts, followed by a blinding flash of light, disorienting everyone in its vicinity as a cadre of heavily armed troopers in tactical gear, riot shields and rifles storm in, shouting aloud to the black suits.
“Drop your weapons! Hands on your heads!”
The bald man complies, followed by the rest of his men. They kneel on the floor with their hands clasped behind their heads as the troopers lock cuffs onto each and every one of them before forcing them to the ground. One of the troopers goes to check on Kichiro and his companions.
“Sir, are you alright?”
Kichiro blinks, his eyes rapidly dilating. “I can’t see anything, but I’d gladly take a flashbang over getting shot anyday.”
“Sorry about that, Sir. We came as soon as we could.”
Eiko unfurrows her arms from Daiji and Leah. “Are you two alright?”
“My ears are ringing, but I’m fine,” Daiji says. He turns to Leah, her head held low and her lips shut tight. “Miss Takami?”
She raises her head, a grim look on her face. She had accused them of being with the very people that killed her parents without a second thought, only to realize she’d been wrong. But now they too are in danger. She could only utter a few words back.
“I’m sorry...”
Eiko, with a gentle smile, reaches out and rubs Leah’s head. “It’s alright. You’re safe now. Those people won’t bother you anymore.”
Leah shakes her head. “I’m sorry I’ve dragged you all into this. It was stupid of me to come here and think everything would be fine.”
Daiji then asks. “Aya, is there something you’re not telling us… who are those people?”
Eiko chimes in. “Let’s get you two checked out first. Then Miss Takami, we’ll have a talk. I’m sure you both need some time to yourselves after what’s happened.”
“No. Not now,” Leah insists. “I need to know where my brother is.”
Talon slowly approaches the metallic door to the server room. Putting his ear against the doorframe, he could hear the loud rumbling, buzzing, and whirring of fans inside. There’s no telling if there’s anyone inside. He checks the door handle and slowly pulls it down. Locked. Rummaging through his pants pockets, Talon pulls out a set of metal twigs before working through the keyhole. Within less than a minute, he hears a small click. He checks the door handle one more time, and pulling it gently, he hears the unlatching of the lock. He’s through.
Keeping the door ajar, Talon peers through the small gap to see if anyone is inside. Near the towering server racks, he could distinctly see two silhouettes hiding behind a panel tapping away at what sounds like a keyboard.
“Subject 2 located,” a voice calls out. “Delta 10, move to intercept at 1G.”
That’s Leah’s location.
Talon calls back Ms. Yoshida. “I’m at the server room, but there’s some people here. I can hear them talking about room 1G.”
“They must be the ones interfering with my connection. Is there any way you can get them out?” she asks.
Talon peers back into the server room. The men appear occupied with whatever device they’re observing. They sent people over to 1G, so Leah must still be there. But then again, they’re still searching for him as well. It won’t do him any good to get caught before he reaches Leah. There has to be a way through…