Delightful Deceit

Chapter 3- Da'Bomb

Birds circled the city swooping down between towering buildings. Chirping merrily to their companions.
Tweet tweet they sung.
Splat, a birds cheek was squished onto the glass, feathers dispersing in the air. The blinds closed on the bird as it sank to the streets.
The tall man indulged in his book walked from the window, passing desks with sleeping colleagues and mice running around looking for food. Chairs sliding around spinning in circles, keyboards taping and the copier machine buzzing. The man made his way to the office assistant.
"Could you print a thousand copies...Please." Dazai flopped his book down taking a flyer from within its pages. Y/n looked up from her computer, previously looking up jobs. The flyer wrote 'looking for beautiful suicide partner call number.'
She smiled nodding throwing it into the trash when he walked away. He circled back randomly leaning on her desk.
"So now that we're not co-workers, do you wanna go out for dinner or..."
"I have a boyfriend, sorry," she muttered typing random words on her keyboard to make it look like she was busy.
"Didn't he break up with you," he stretched his head to the side with a pouty face. The corner of his lip twitched.
Y/n sighed, than glared at Yosano who was peeking behind a door eavesdropping. She must have told him.
In fact around the room everyone's ears seemed to be facing their direction. She scrunched her lips up. Seems like people are bored now that there's no work to do.
"Why don't you guys find the person who blew up the van?" She asked.
"Not are case, the bomber belong to the popo, 26 precinct."
Kunikida who had taken losing the job the worst slid over in his chair. His head rolled back not bothering to move his body.
"Sad," Dazai commented throwing a paper clip at his face to get any kind of reaction.
"I can't believe they shut us down with no warning," Kunikida groaned, rubbing his beard with a pencil from her desk.
At this point Yasano and Ranpo joined the group.
Ranpo sucked on a lollipop leaning his chin on the back of his chair.
"It's money reasons." Ranpo took the lollipop out to speak, "Theirs no cause for us to be here when the police can do it. Plus let's be real, are main specialty is to work against large scale attacks, like terrorism."
"If only we were there on 9/11."
"Maybe we should work in the States?"
"How about Iraq."
"Guys, do you understand what this means," Kunikida sat up. It was the first time all week. "What?" Yosano bobbed her bob, "We start applying for visas."
His eyes opened wide and crazy with dark circled under them as he pointed to a bottle of hot sauce."
Everyone raised and eyebrow sure he had finally snapped.
"It could work," Dazai replied "but it's Friday and we only have," he checked the clock, "7 hours before are shift ends."
"What are you guys on about," y/n skeptically asked.
"The bomber case." Ranpo elaborated.
"What's the bomber blow up anyway?" Y/n asked.
"Toilets," someone said, "the IBS bomber," someone joked back.
Yosano retorted, "I'm guessing cars and that's 28's case?"
Dazai drummed his fingers on the table "let's see, the bomber has been on a rampage for a year now, exploding over 660,00 dollars worth of car damage." He answered.
"You've done your research," y/n commented.
"Thank you, my point is though, if we catch this guy-"
"Or women-" Yosano cut in.
"In 6hrs and 58 minutes. If we succeed they have to keep us."
Everybody nodded looking at each other.
"Hands in,"
Kunikida grumbled cleaning his glasses. He had a new air to him standing up straight. The crowed waited hands in the circle, y/n had to lean aggressively over her desk to reach.
"This is childish, let's get to work." He walked away. The co-workers side eyed each other before walking away.

   The lights lit up in a room with a long table, a tv and white bored covering the wall.
Kunikida strutted with purpose into the room, his face clean shaved and hair tied back. He fixed his waistcoat which was a nice change from his sweatpants.
"Y/n get coffee."
"Yes sir."
"Ranpo solve the case," he salutes him.
"Everyone else, do whatever you want I guess." Y/n obliged racing down the stairs. Anything to help.

The cafe was quiet, with little bustle. Couples and people enjoying their own presence ate warm cinnamon buns or sipped from steaming cups. The whole caffe smelled like burnt crisp coffee and chocolate.