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前兆パート1 - harbinger pt I

"How are you feeling now?"

"I'm fine, Shota."

"Are you sure? I can come back."

"Shota, I'm okay." I laughed, a dark kind of emptiness echoing in my hollowed chest. It's been three days since my surgery. Seventy-eight hours, twenty-six minutes. And within that time I haven't gained any feeling or control of my legs. My chip failed and my gamble was rendered completely useless. I swallowed hard, trying to stop the aching feeling from clawing up my throat. I failed. I clutched my fist together, my body trembling as I held in my sobs, silent tears managing to scroll down my cheeks. Why? I was sure this would work, I was positive. So why didn't it?

"(Y/n)?" Shota said, his voice vibrating with concern over our comm line as I shook my head, clearing my throat.

"I was just loading up the software for 'Harbinger'." I lied, cracking my laptop open and logging it in. Shota had taken on a late night patrol to bring Harbinger out for a test run, per my request. I needed something to rise my spirits and take my mind off my sorrows, and sulking around the apartment while Shota consistently begged the question 'Are you okay?', wasn't helping one bit.

Day two of realizing I still couldn't walk, I scheduled myself for an amputation appointment. I want this to be over with as soon as possible, I want to walk again no matter what the cost. Even if it meant losing limbs. Besides, they were already technically lost right? "So you're on... Seventh street, right?"

"Yes. Local gang activity has been reported in this specific area. Intel puts this convenience store to be hit tonight." Shota answered. I hummed softly at his response, my fingers pressing against the keys of my laptop. Seventh street. I tilted my head to the side, running my code through the system without batting an eye. I've pretty much perfected Harbinger, so this should be a cinch.

"(Y/n)?" Shota said my name as I narrowed my eyes over the screen in front of me. I was coming up with a few more roadblocks than expected. I put my lip in between my teeth, clicking away to let Harbinger break free.

"Give me a second." I mumbled into the mic of my headset. Coding and hacking were never issues for me. As someone who spent a lot of time alone, I made friends with computers before learning them inside and out. So breaking into every streaming device with a camera in Shota's area, tapping into electrical panels, and anything else online, was child's play. It's times like these where I actually believe I might be a fucking genius.

Access Granted.

"Harbinger Online."

"I have movement." Shota called out. My eyes flit to one of the cameras I had pulled up, CCTV from the corner store that was soon to be robbed. I zoomed in on the three men, using a facial recognition I 'borrowed' and the polices data base to pull up their names, charges, and any other kind of information the fools had left on the internet.

Janus Hitoshi. Quirk, Fire.

Gary Blendermen. Quirk, Mutation.

Ryder Daisuke. Quirk, Levitate.

A small smile crept to my lips, as I easily learned everything and anything there was to know about the gang members. This was almost too easy.

"There are warrants out for all of their arrests." I confirmed, squinting as I flipped through multiple camera feeds to find Shota's location. I saw the man I love, hunched over in alley way as he watched the men in question casually walk into drugstore, pushing each other, laughing, and brandishing their very visible weapons. Baseball bat, pocketknife.