dispatch

the beginning

    The villain was extremely bothered. He hadn't slept a wink since he and the woman spoke. Her knowledge made him immensely uncomfortable. It seemed he'd been hiding in the shadows for so long, this newfound information was just as much of shock to him as it would be to anyone else.

    Years passed as Dabi melted into his own silence. It held him so tenderly, he relied on it. Now, a temptress had come along.

    She knows.

    It really had hit him now.

    He could kill her. It would solve his problem.

    She swore to me.

    She's a stranger. He couldn't trust her.

    He roughly grabbed his hair, sitting on the edge of his bed. He wondered why he didn't slaughter her right there in her home. She could ruin everything. How could he let this slide? Was it the excitement he felt when she uttered "Endeavor"?

    Endeavor.

    Endeavor.

"Oh, this is good," Dabi breathed humorously, raising his head from his hands.

    He'd only been contemplating it consistently for 24 hours. The only problem was he was too consumed with fear and anxiety. He understood now: she's an asset. Yes, she works closely alongside him, she could tell him everything. He wondered what other hero she was affiliated with, how much she knew. This would be revolutionary for the League.

    Unfortunately for them, Dabi was selfish, and he was well aware of that fact. This is something he'd have to keep to himself. At least for now.

    Though, this wasn't going to be easy. He knows how greedy he is, especially when it has anything to do with his bastard father. He knew he'd have to find a reliable excuse to cover his own ass on this. He had to know, he needed to know everything she knew. He just needed time to talk to her.

    Who's to say she will cooperate? What if she's already told them about her encounter with him?

    His largest concern at this moment was his desire to walk to her house. It could be a trap, she could've been plotting this whole time. If she knows him as well as she acts she does, he was in trouble. Who knows how long she's actually been studying him for?

    He smiled at that. The idea that he's made such an impact, he has people studying him. The fame only flattered him momentarily before his anxiety rose from its' subtle slumber. How much could she possibly know? How long has she been watching him? This almost thrilled him. She appeared rather young, she couldn't know much. Even then, it could be fun. It was rare for a total stranger to catch him off guard.

    Maybe, just for shits and giggles, he should hit her back. Throw something at her. Maybe it will scare her, which could help him in the long run. Realistically, he felt there should be some fear coming from her in this scenario. That would ensure she won't fuck up; that she knows her place.

    Dabi rose from his bed quickly. He walked to his door, eagerly opening it and walking down the hall. He descended down the stairs loudly, eyes trained on Kurogiri. The villain approached him with a disgusting smile painted on his face.

"What are you plotting, Dabi?" Kurogiri asked.

"I need a new burner phone."

"Did I not provide one for you just last week?"

The flame-bearing villain rolled his eyes.

"The same one that was destroyed while I fetched you all your little radio?" he replied.

"Very well," Kurogiri sighed.

    The high-end gentleman left the bar he had stationed himself at, headed to their small storage room. Dabi waited impatiently at the bar, tapping his fingers on the countertop. He was ecstatic. Not only does all of this fulfill something personal for him, it was something he could keep himself busy with on his own terms.

    Kurogiri came back into Dabi's line of sight, the small cell in his foggy palm. The eager male dove around the counter and retrieved the burner phone from Kurogiri's hand. He turned on his heel, shoving the phone into his pocket, and swiftly exited the base.

"You're welcome,' Kurogiri uttered.

    The cool breeze felt more than welcoming as Dabi walked along the streets. He needed to be anywhere else than the base while working on this. No one can know.

    He found a quiet alleyway, it was faintly lit by the streetlights. There were a couple of closed doors on the buildings with small patios and staircases branched off of them.

    He chose a slim staircase to sit on. Dabi dug the phone out of his jean pocket, powering it on. While he waited, he grabbed his Marlboro box out of his jacket pocket. Opening the red box with his thumb, he nitpicked a cigarette and a lighter out of it.

    The phone emitted a noise, signaling it was on as he lit the cigarette in his mouth. He grabbed it and immediately downloaded a property record app off of a trusted illegal site.

    He typed in her address he had memorized: 231-0065, Miyagawacho, Japan, Block 4, House 33.

*Address not on file*

An annoyed groan came from Dabi. He double-checked his spelling and tried again.

*1 address found, click to see full PRC*

He followed the small electronic's instructions. The Property Record blew up to the size of the screen. He read through it over and over again, memorizing every letter and number.

"What the fuck?"