A phone begins to ring, relentlessly patient, until --
"Yeah?" A young man asks
Call trans opt: received. 2-19-14 13:24:18 REC:Log>
"Is everything in place?" A female voice asks the male
Trace program: running.
The man's name is Lazer. The woman, Uravity.
"I said, is everything in place?" She asked again.
"You weren't supposed to relieve me."
"I know but I felt like taking a shift." The two have worked together countless times.
"You like him, don't you? You like watching him?" Lazer asked
"Don't be ridiculous." She denied the fact she has a crush on him
"We're going to kill him. Do you understand that? He's going to die just like the others." He said.
"All Might believes he is the One." She added.
"Do you?"
"I... it doesn't matter what I believe."
"You don't, do you?"
"If you have something to say, I suggest you say it to All Might."
"I intend to, believe me. Someone has to."
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555-0690.
"Are you sure this line is clean?" She asks
"Yeah, course I'm sure." Lazer said as he is as sure
"I better go." She said as she hung up.
The hotel stood abandoned after a fire ravaged its polyester carpeting, decimating several rooms while casting soot up the walls and ceiling, etching patterns of indelible shadow. Four armed police officers, flashlights in hand, stealthily navigate the charred corridor, positioning themselves flanking Room 238. The largest officer forcefully breaches the door with a kick. His colleagues swiftly follow, brandishing their weapons ahead.
"Police! Freeze!" An officer said.
The room is almost devoid of furniture. There is a fold up table and chair with a phone, a modem, and a PowerBook computer. The only light in the room is the glow of the computer.
Sitting there, her hands still on the keyboard, is a woman in black leather.
"Hands behind your head! Now! Do it!"
She slowly puts her hands behind her head.
A black sedan with tinted windows slips between the police cruisers. Agents Bakugo, Lamperouge, and Jones step out of the vehicle. Clad in dark suits and sunglasses, despite the night, they are perpetually connected; each with a discreet Secret Service earpiece in one ear, its cord disappearing into their shirt collars.
"Lieutenant?" Bakugo asked.
"Oh shit."
"Lieutenant, you were given specific orders."
"I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you can cram it up your ass."
"The orders were for your protection."
The Lieutenant laughs. "I think we can handle one little girl."
Agent Bakugo nods to Agent Lamperouge as they start toward the hotel.
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Izuku: the one
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