KamiJirou-Dreaming

Catalan Nights

As it turns out, tracking a multinational crime syndicate was harder than what they showed in the movies. Denki and Kyouka moved through the rooftops of Barcelona, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in the Catelan winter. Afternoon was waning fast as they chased a suspect. The man drove his car through the narrow streets, winding and turning as the two partners chased from the rooftops.

Denki sprinted on the flat top leaping over air vents and pipes as he watched the car weave through the winding streets. At a red light, Denki crouched. He put a finger to his ear and spoke into his mic, face covered by a black mask and blonde hair hidden with his black beanie, only small bangs were visible. The black and yellow athletic track jacket coupled with a brown messenger bag, black utility belt, and a sword strapped to his back distinguished him from the regular civilian. His pistol holstered in the back in case of emergency.

Kyouka was similarly dressed, the changes being a purple trim rather than the yellow and no beanie. Otherwise, they looked matching. 

"Overlord, this is Watcher 3-1, cleared for capture?" he asked into the microphone.

"Negative 3-1, operatives have not confirmed any solid evidence against target," a voice replied back, "Keep surveillance and move in when ordered."

"Copy all, Overlord, awaiting further orders," he replied, and he looked back at Kyouka who nodded in assent. 

Not yet.

They tracked the blue car through the streets of Barcelona, stopping ever so often. Once the lady exited at a shop and came back out with a bottle of water. She slunk back into the car and left. According to their records, this lady was accused of a bombing 1 month ago. But she proved elusive for authorities to catch as no one really saw her at the crime scene and most of the captured terrorists either died or killed themselves. Except for her. 

So they kept watching over her, he obliviousness apparent as she stopped for gas. The station was entirely empty, and the view from the cashier obscured by the distance. Didn't matter anyways, the cashier was too busy playing video games on his phone.

No better chance than now. 

"Watcher 3-1, this is Overlord, you are cleared for exfil," their radios rang into action.

"Copy all, we'll get it done," Denki replied curtly, then nodded at Kyouka. 

Swiftly, she vaulted over the edge and landed softly, sprinting towards the target. Alarmed, the lady turned, only to receive a flying foot to the side of her temple, slamming the side of her face into the hood of the car with a sickening crunch, and crumpling unconscious, blood dribbling from her head.

Denki also dropped down, having already shocked the CCTV cameras with his quirk, with only static being seen on the camera room. Kyouka opened the back passenger seat,clearing it of any debris. Denki tied her hands and feet, then chucked her in the back. Making sure everything was set; the gas pump stored away, money paid for, no traces left behind, they set off back to HQ, a job done. 

A quiet ride as they left the station.

He followed the path they had taken to track the lady. Signs and lights whizzed and blurred as the blonde drove. Minutes passed as they started to come upon familiar territory. Stopping at a gate, he showed a I.D. and was waved forward by an armed guard. City streets turned into brick and plaster villas, into lush gardens and small gazebos. The Spanish Academy of Hero Work. Their second to last stop in their 5 week tour. All this time, the woman had not moved, only small breaths being heard.

"How hard did you kick her?" he marveled as he looked in the rearview mirror; the lady was out cold.

"Enough to take her out of commision," she replied, smirking, "Are you feeling sorry for her?"