Trust no one. (Sequel to 'What's next?')

Chapter 19

Bakugo's POV

20th March 2258

My eyes bore onto the building, watching as everyone left to go to their separate vehicles.

But something was wrong, and it's been wrong the since the first couple of weeks I've been here.

One person went in, but never came back out. Weeks ago, during the second meeting, I saw Ryuichi Kaji walk in, that fucking Journalist. But after several weeks, he hasn't come out. And I know there isn't a secret exit because i have scouted this place from top to bottom.

My mind flickered back to Tokoyami, and what they did to him. I know everyone hates that journalist, but the fact he might be tortured inside, and I couldn't do anything to save him.

It hurts your pride as a hero.

I reach down to my pocket, pulling out a radio like device and speak into it.

"It's been hours and Nothing new has come up Nezu." A gruff sigh escapes my lips as boredom fills my skull. "The compound has been having meetings on a weekly basis, they didn't move to another building like you warned, and they are most likely torturing someone who revealed where their meeting place was being held." I rest my head onto my knuckles, closing my eyes as I spoke.

"I understand Ground Zero." Nezu's cheery voice spoke through the device. "But after Alecto and Rumi's attempt at a raid, there could be a chance of things changing. Like schedules." I let out a sigh, nodding to myself.

"I understand." The low tone showed my tiredness, seeping through my teeth. I place the device back into my pocket and keep watching, noting anything that could be useful and resuming my patrol.

Several hours later, I found myself in front of my house, dragging my feet along the ground as I opened the door.

"Babe! Is that you?" Her voice settles my chest, relaxing my muscles on command. I let out a noise, letting her know it was me.

Her feet pat against the ground, shuffling towards me. She hurriedly came around the corner, a wide smile adoring her lips.

She smashed into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I slowly return the gesture, gripping onto her like she was my source of energy.

Which right now, she was.

"God, you're exhausted." She pulls back slightly, looking up to my face. I struggled to keep my eyes open, solely focusing on her. "C'mon, I've made dinner." She lightly grabs my hand, leading me to the dining room.

I'm so lucky.

She kept dragging me into the warm room, sitting me down at the table and serving some food.

"It's not much, but it should do for now, right babe?" I tiredly nod my head, a happy grin on my face.

How could this night get better?

Alecto's POV

25th March 2258.

A chilled breeze flew over me as I looked over the city. Stood at the top of a building, a cold stare watching everyone's movements.

The silence under the moon was calming, as if it was soothing my muscles with its light. A small yelp caught my attention in an instant. Sprinting off the roof, dropping down onto another, spreading my arms to slow down my descent.

Jumping along the rooftops, reaching the noise in a few seconds, finding a young women being held at gunpoint. The dark made it hard to make any details but the gun was a quirk, their hand shifted into the weapon.