Wired||The Awakening arc

An outlaw

Russia woke up the morning after the incident feeling worse than yesterday, thinking he'd let the incident wither away by now, but he didn't, still wondering about the masked sniper that took the life of that man. Right before him 

He'd come to the conclusion that it was someone with an ability, there was just no way a normal human would be able to gain a clear view and take such a skilled and accurate shot that quickly. No matter how much he'd like to deny it and find some sort of other supernatural way to address the perfect eyesight and aim he had to face what it truly was eventually. 

Usually this information would turn out to be useful information. However, in these parts there were no more countries that could own an ability, this was completely new. He's monitored and worked alongside most of the nation representatives, whether being the one teaching, or the one learning. 

While growing up, countries were all grouped together and unlike normal human schools, they not only studied academically but also the art of combat. 

From the west to the east, all training schools have a sort of specific technique they teach, whether it be for cultural reasons, government choice, or individuality, it becomes easy to spot which branch a countryhuman came from, just from their fighting style and the way they deconstruct issues in order to solve them.

If he could just find that person once more, and fight with them or at least talk with them it would change this situation to his liking, helping him urge his way into a conclusion twice as fast.

Other than that a few questions about himself circulated in his mind, 'why was he doing this?' Other than the thrill, he's now an outlaw and has to be detained, and with his newfound curiosity it would be best if he went himself to ensure the foreigner was caught, he answered himself. Especially since this person was like him, so no humans have to get killed for his curiosity alone. 

Russia glanced at the time, one hour before his shift started but he could care less, getting up only to find a paper to write down what he has learned and thought. There was a sort of request in every word, you could tell he was trying his best to show he was interested in making this a personally assigned case it almost sounded desperate.

This request was extremely bold of him, stepping in front of his administrator to demand things of them is like demanding your parents to wash your dishes for you. 

It was hard to write without a fond feeling of dread running over him, this could easily remove his rank if done incorrectly but seeing how sudden it was he'd probably would have been given the case to investigate personally anyways, that thought gave him hope, at least a little helped. 

Administration isn't one to allow that to slide past them, going against their word, unauthorized entry into a crime scene, putting both the lives of their officers and other civilians involved into danger. 

Russia bounced his leg and stared at the paper he wrote, his flawless handwriting detailing every word perfectly, ensuring he used the least hostile tone while writing. He had to get this case. 

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Russia sat at his kitchen table eating breakfast and going through his 4 page entry, documents, suspect details, anything he'd need to seem as if he was behind this and could handle it. Solid proof this has become an issue of his class and was urgent and necessary that it was seen to as soon as possible.

Russia bounced his leg anxiously, reading each paper with such care to make sure there were no flaws on his page but he still couldn't shake that anxious feeling. Perhaps he was nervous to meet someone that could overpower him?