//------------------------------// // Week 7 Wednesday: The girl labelled 194 (Bon Bon) // Story: Assassination Club // by Tythen //------------------------------// Bon Bon's POV This surveillance mission was easier than I thought. I have already identified 'Azure Flyer'. The person that fits that description is Nagisa Shiota. The newest Neighponese Teacher in the school I'm stationed at as a cover. If he was aware that he was a marked target, he definitely wasn't making an effort to keep himself hidden. Thanks to yesterday's activities, I am convinced that he didn't come to Equestria to teach. That also goes for the new substitute teacher and coach. The three of them are colleagues and classmates, formerly under the tutelage of that yellow creature of mass destruction, Korosensei. If there was anything that could prove a national threat, it's them. I'm sure the three teachers are already on to me. However, if they ever try something funny with a student, their cover is blown immediately. I'd even wager that he'd send a student of his club too. Either way, it would not work out for him. But until further notice, just tailing and scouting him is enough. Today, the plan of reconnaissance is not to tail the Special Tutorship Club members. I should know by now their activities around the school without giving them too much suspicion. I have another source in mind... though It's something that I am reluctant to use. "Good Morning Bon Bon!" A girl rushed over to my side, "Ready for another day of school?" "Of course!" I smiled back, "What do you feel like doing today?" "Well... just because I love you, I decided to ask Flash more about Mr Shiota's tutorship club, free of charge!" When I came to this school, the EIA had a cover set up for me. My family life, my hobbies, my strengths and weaknesses, and I go by the name of 'Bon Bon'. Except for family life and a few strengths and weaknesses omitted, my cover still matched to what I could do at the age. I was to grow up here, learn from teachers until I am called for a mission, then back here once it's over. To be honest, I feel like I didn't need this. Most of my teaching at a young age has come from my mentor and there are only a minor few things that I can use in the field from school. Even then, I only needed to learn what was important to the various 'assignments' I have. But then this girl came into my life. Lyra Heartstrings... she's someone who'd seldom left my side ever since I first encountered her. I was taught that there are only a few people you can trust. HQ, your mentor, and yourself. First, you may never know who could betray you. Second, given the risks that come with the job, those you trust might end up dead. Even so, I saw her standing sitting on her own, looking really down and depressed. I'll be honest and say that it took me a week to tell myself that something must be wrong with this girl, and then I remembered something my mentor said. 'If you want to maintain an excellent cover in school, as well as to get along in school life without being bored, you should make a friend, someone you can rely on.' Yes, the very same mentor told me something that runs counter to what I have learned as a young child. Perhaps it was the atmosphere of CHS that encouraged me to give it a try. So many of my 'classmates' aren't lonely. Male or female, they always had something to share with another. So when I approached her, asking what's wrong, she responded with nothing, trying to brush me off. That being said, her body language speaks plenty. She was just another troubled person, dealing with her own existence. Nothing new really, almost everyone suffers and existential crisis. Regardless, I offered to stay by her side for the whole day, and if she felt down, probably give a little stern force to get her on her feet. She was scared of my reaction, but it spurred her to get up and follow without a word. Then what I did next was... not my usual protocol. I made sure I didn't lose sight of her and held on to her regardless as I did for the day before we left. The next day, I made sure to steer clear of anyone, but she managed to find me the next day, and she had a bright smile on her face. "Hey! Thanks a lot for sticking with me yesterday. I was really depressed then." "Oh. That's good to know," I responded and walked off, "Hey! Where are you going?" The girl grabbed my hand, "You seem pretty lonely yourself there." "Uh..." "Why don't we be friends?" She asked, "Er..." "Funny, you don't seem so supportive today..." Lyra pouted, "Tell you what! How about you stick with me for the whole day? Just like you did with me!" "That's not so much a good idea..." "Oh come on! You've proved that being a loner doesn't suit you!" She moaned and tugged me along as we entered the school. From that day on, my cover as a student became difficult, but sooner would I learn to appreciate it. Sure, she may be naive and a bit quick to change her mood. But to call her supportive is an understatement. "I'd be happy to hear it..." I continued, "Well, either Mr Shiota, Ms Yada or Coach Justice would supervise the group with plenty of materials from the other subjects to help with any student needing to understand today or yesterday's topics. Sometimes, the other teachers would come and assist as well. Oh! And he says that they're considering involving the rest of the CHS teachers a lot more! It happens in the classroom, but sometimes after school, it may happen in the Koro Gardens dormitory. That's where our Neighponese teachers are staying at." "I see," "Oh! And today they're going to be doing a geography mock test so you can't see them at lunchtime. However, Flash said Mr Shiota will be staying after school quite late so you can go see him if you're interested in joining!" "Great, thanks." I nodded, "Well... I did say that info was free, but maybe a hug for gratitude would be nice as well?" Lyra prompted, trying to look cute. "Okay then, come here..." I sighed, and I wrap my arms around her and rest her head upon my shoulder, "Now that is what friends are for!" Lyra smiled as I let go. "Now how about we go to class?" I nodded back and hurry off to our History class with her in tow. Lyra, I truly thank you for staying by my side, but for your own sake, you and I may have to cut loose one day. Over lunchtime, the two new students that came from Camp Everfree sat within earshot of me. And what are they discussing? The Special Tutorship Club of all things. "So, what club do you want to join?" The brother, Timber Spruce, inquired, "I'm planning to join the arts and crafts club," The sister, Gloriosa Daisy, responded, "I think that sounds great! Then I'll come with too!" "Actually, I was thinking that you should follow what YOU want to do." "Gloriosa, I thought I told you that I'll never leave your side," "You're not. We're still staying in the same dorm. But aren't you the one who wanted to live a normal life in the city?" "Well..." "And also, I have a feeling you want to impress Twilight. Why don't you achieve that now? I think you and I know a club that can help you..." "Do you really think this teacher can help with that? Only one teacher here is married, and that's Mrs Blade." "Some of the male teachers could be married too!" "I can tell you right now, that's just the Geography teacher," A teacher sat next to the siblings. "Mr Trotter's wife went to deliver his lunch for him yesterday because he forgot to bring it. Good thing she ran into me, it'll save him the embarrassment." "Ahh... thanks for the heads up Coach Justice..." Timber grumbled, "I'm only twenty-six years old. Not too late to find a wife, although... considering my original line of work, it would really worry my future missus and kids if we have any..." "So you're actually special forces?" Gloriosa asked, and the Coach nodded. "Counter-terrorism. I received training from a government agent during my school years. When I joined the police force, he recommended me to this unit because he says I'm more 'suited' to this particular job. Course, special forces-level training was part of the program." That's right. Alongside Mr Shiota, he and the new substitute teacher Ms Yada are the students that 'Korosensei' taught in Neighpon. He's using those skills for Counter-Terrorism. Even if he's patriotic to Neighpon, sending an operative to a foreign country is out of their jurisdiction and intention. He was invited here by Mr Shiota. That much I know. "If you want to join the club, Mr Shiota has just the test for you." The Coach continued, "Currently the club's doing a Geography test. You're to do the same if you want in. You can do it in school or at the dorm. You'll be given the same time, and it's your choice if you want to do it or not." "Huh..." "And while it's true that Mr Shiota is not in a relationship, his club aims to achieve what truly is the best but more importantly what's right in you. We aim to bring the best of yourself. Count on it..." "I'll give it some thought." "Okay then. Do you want us to drive you home when school's over?" "Sure," Timber Spruce, now a possible fourteenth member of the Club. I was right to tail him. Time passed on, and as the school day reached its end, everyone began to leave. "Are you sure you not going home?" Lyra asked, "I need to stay behind and catch up on work," I responded, "But won't your parents be worried?" "I'll call them. They'll understand," I lied, "Okay then. See you tomorrow!" She winked and walked off. Again Lyra, I'm sorry if I'm not going home anytime soon. What I'm about to do is extremely dangerous and getting you involved is the last thing I want. I'm going to be staying much longer than you realise. It was around half-past six that I was sure everyone had left, except for that one light in the office of foreign languages. To think he'd stay as long until the sun would begin to set, how peculiar. I could seem him while hidden behind the office door, working on whatever he is... "You know, I'm quite surprised that not once did you think this was a trap..." Mr Shiota exclaimed, his face focused on his work. "As what today's generation would say, you ain't slick." I blinked. This was expected... But I'm prepared either way... "Pretty cool that CHS has a secret agent in the student cohort. You only hear about those in cartoons and movies. Then again, my time in Junior High School is along those lines too." I remained silent. I want to see what his next move is. Only then, I will react. "Oh come on Bon Bon! It's rude to leave a teacher hanging! Can you come in and talk? The last thing I want is for you to start shooting at things. I have tea and rice crackers laced with nothing. Please?" This... this is not what I'd expect an assassin to respond... "My history of being an assassin is more complex than you think. Do you know the entire story behind the Mach 20 octopus? As a student of his, I speak from experience." He continued. I thought really hard. Is this all just a ploy? But... argh! I don't know what to think! I mean, there's no denying that he's done things only an assassin can do, but never to the students or teachers. Fine... I'll grant him this. "Yes sir, I'm coming in." I entered. "Hello, Bon Bon!" The azure-eyed teacher smiled at me, a tray with tea and round rice crackers with seaweed. "So glad you can come!" I just stared at him. He's trying really hard to show that there's nothing funny with his rice crackers. Until he took one and bit off a piece with his mouth. "See?" He spoke after crunching and swallowing, "Nothing poisoned!" Then he went to pour some tea in a small Neighponese cup from a small Neighponese teapot and drank it before my eyes. Jeez, I didn't know how small these things were! "Ahh... And the tea is fine too," He offered. Okay, this assassin is just straight-up reading my mind. How the hell does he know? "Because it's predictable behaviour for any secret agent!" Mr Shiota laughed. This 'teacher' is crazier than I thought... "Sorry! Sorry!" Mr Shiota quickly bowed, "Let me explain. While it's true I had Korosensei as a teacher, he wasn't the only one. I had another teacher too, and his occupation is exactly like yours. A government agent to be technical. He's still on duty, with his wife might I add. Oh, but they have a daughter now. Last I heard, she was a 'boyeater'. Get it? The young form of Maneater?" Every time he speaks, I am rendered speechless. The data doesn't lie but seeing him with this sort of personality with the side of a bad joke. He's too... nervous and light-hearted to be an assassin. "No. You're right..." Nagisa took a sip of his tea, "No more beating around the bush. Yes, I am an assassin. As much as I'd like to turn that 'am' into the past tense, I can't. That time changed my life a lot, made me what I am today. Ironic, given that a teacher's life is one opposite of an assassin. And yet... this is what I wanted." "... What do you mean?" I broke my silence, "If there's one thing I learned about assassination, it's not just your skill and proficiency in taking lives with either weapons or combat skills. You also need the mentality to back it up, something that can't be trained by one's own choices. Humour me with this question: What do you think one needs to be an assassin?" I swallowed. I'm not sure if I should say anything... and yet there was something about him that seemed... cheerful and dependable alongside his goofy self. Wait... cheerful and dependable? Those personality traits are what normal people would least expect an assassin to be. And if that's the case, it raises suspicions! "If an assassin can hide any traces or tells that relate to their occupation or their cold-blooded nature, then they could easily approach the target and no one could tell the difference," I answered, "That's right on the mark!" Mr Shiota congratulated, "In my perspective at least. The least likely can be the most dangerous. You've heard that saying before?" The moment I heard 'least likely', I immediately think about my mentor... the complete opposite of that. It's no secret to the agency that he has a massive craze on spy movies, especially the Spritish spy. On the bright side, I learned to be the opposite of him. "No, but I know what you mean," I responded, "As a teenager, I saw myself as weak-willed, pessimistic and insecure. One who lacked independence and one who was always focused on other people's perceptions. But Korosensei found me, as well as everyone from Class E, as a human being, and showed us that the world is better off if we became people successful in life like everyone else tries to be. You can say he saved the lives of his students." He shared, "But it doesn't change the fact that you did... well... you know." "He was the kindest teacher. He supported us at our most vulnerable. He was more than we all could ask for." Mr Shiota closed his eyes, "I'll never let go what the class and I had done, but he kept on telling us that he had to go, and then told us to move on. So that's what we did after all our mourning. After that time with high school, I was able to decide what I truly wanted to do for my career as an adult and to use all that I have learned. In memory of him." Mr Shiota... I don't know if what he told me was true... normally assassins or agents would always have a cover-up story. But he's trying to tell me and everyone in the club of his, that what he has gone through is the truth. And somewhere in me, I find that believable. But then again... an assassin working in a place of peace and support? "That's why I said I couldn't escape from being an assassin. Even if the skills of assassination is used for the opposite intentions, it's doesn't change the fact that they were designed to take lives. I want you to give me your own honest opinion, Bon Bon. Would you truly find it possible or acceptable, if I wanted to use my talent of assassination to help people, without shedding any blood or taking a life?" This is a tough question... his intentions and his skills are no doubt conflicts of interests. A twisted oxymoron. But even when given the data about his previous information and affiliations, I wasn't blind that he used it a few times to save the school. And for that... I couldn't confront him immediately as a threat. I've been in the cover as a student for so long, that it's affecting my judgement. I'm becoming less like a secret agent and more of a normal high-school student. Goddess... what can I do? "Food for thought. It's up to you. Give it some time to decide." Nagisa answered, "But it's getting dark now. I'm sure you have some homework and the Neighponese exam to study for!" So he really wants to cling onto being a teacher... even if he had many opportunities to silence me. "Oh and just for today, Coach Justice has left the sedan for me in the car park. Would you like me to drive you home? I promise you that I will not lay a finger upon you." The moment he said that I felt something soothing in my stomach. Something that didn't stem from uncertainty or fear. It felt warm... hearing words of generosity from an easy-going teacher... actually, it feels more like a caring mother or auntie, but that's beside the point. "Thanks but... where I live is not far from there..." I lied, "I can go back on my own." "O-Okay then..." Mr Shiota hesitated, "Then be careful as you go home, okay?" I don't think lying can help me anymore. He's definitely reading my mind, judging by his face! "But before that..." I looked to the teapot, "May I?" "Oh! Allow me!" Mr Shiota offered. He took the pot and poured green tea into a new cup. He then took the cup and passed it to me with a smile. I took a deep breath and accepted it, drinking the tea in one gulp. Urk... it was sort of bitter... but then the aftertaste shocked me even more. It was buttery, and I could tell there was a hint of sweetness in there. It really calmed me down... most importantly, I could tell that there was no other trace of poison. If I did, I would have died. "Like I said," Mr Shiota nodded after I gave back the cup, "It's not laced with anything..." Then Mr Shiota's phone began ringing. "In that case, I shall take my leave." I bowed in respect, "Thank you for meeting with me," "See you tomorrow!" He waved with a smile before focusing on his caller. I had nothing else to say anymore, so I quickly dart through the empty halls of the school, out in the barren courtyard, and into the busy streets. I was only supposed to be scouting and watching the target. How the hell did the stakes get so high!? I swear, my hair was standing on end, and I wasn't able to scrounge up anything useful but his life story. The Azure Flyer: Mr Shiota... I hate to say it, but he really was reading me like a book. Every time I think about something, he comes up with his answer. If he wasn't an assassin, a mind-reader is just as dangerous. If my mentor was to see all this, he'll be giving me an earful of lectures, and that's the last thing I wanted. Though, if I told him, he'd find this a challenge, and he likes that over giving me lectures anyway. Good thing he'll be on the case starting tomorrow. Now I just got to make contact with HQ. "194, are you there!?" The operator spoke the moment I put in a single earphone, "Reporting," I responded, "What's with the panic? "194, this is an emergency. There has been an altercation of the CCTV cameras around your vicinity. The outside cameras of your school, as well as the nearby shopping centre." The operator explained. "... What's going on?" I asked, "Be mindful of your surroundings... someone may be tailing you!" Immediately, I began running. Normally, I'd be the type of person to continue walking as normal and head towards the most secluded place where I can nab whoever's following me. But if it was Mr Shiota, I don't think I would be able to fight him. An assassin who was upfront and honest... is that why I fear and worry facing him? N-Never mind that!!! I need to find an alleyway and keep my head low! Where is it... ah! Fifty metres to the left ahead! This is the perfect place! Let me just sneak in there and sit down... done! Alright, time to see if I'm being tailed... was there anyone who was following me? No? Alright then... I've got to find a way to get back home, let's see if the opera-- "Hey... hey you..." A voice called out, "Wake up," "Urgh..." I moaned. What just happened? The last thing I knew was that I was in that alleyway nearby the school, how the hell did I find myself tied to a chair? And the back of my head hurts like no tomorrow! "So it's true. She said that you've been taught to shake people off your tail." The voice chuckled, "But playing hide and seek is child's play, even for an EIA agent," Well... this is definitely the worst day of my life. A reconnaissance mission, and now I've been captured by this thug who looks too pretty to be one. I swear, I hate it when what happens to secret agents in movies happen to me in real life. I'd better make up for this by getting out of here. Otherwise, there's no way I'll get another chance. "Staying silent, huh?" The pretty thug chuckled, "Well that's alright. Our orders were to take you to our boss, but we've made sure to bar up any chances for you to escape. I know an analytical gaze when I see one, we are like-minded. Including me, we're a ten-man team sent to capture you. Two of each are guarding the only three entrances to this little storehouse, with one patrolling the roof, and one being a spotter on the sidelines. You can't get out, and the EIA won't be able to have enough time to pull you out." He pulls out a walkie-talkie, "When is our escort here?" He asked while holding down a button, "About five minutes sir," The communicator responded, "Stop calling me 'sir'. I'm just as young as you are!" The thug snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you that!?" "Force of habit," The speaker responded, "Seriously," The thug groaned, "Do I look like some stereotypical bearded bad-guy? We're way ahead of those times! At least they're experts in what they do..." "Bearded or not, You're still a bad guy," I spoke, "And you guys get a bullet to the head," "Haha ha..." The thug sarcastically laughed, "And you also have a sharp tongue. Wonderful... well I'm afraid that even the EIA's morality and code is becoming behind the times too! But hey, you won't have to suffer in a changing world... sooner or later, you'll be meeting your beloved mentor soon!" My body freezes. "What did you just say?" I growled, "You'll. Be. Meeting. Your beloved mentor soon!" The thug mockingly repeated, "In hell might I add, though I really don't believe in such. I'll just say your remains will end up in a box shipped to the EIA. It's fun that way." That's it. If I ever get out of here, he'll be the first to bite the bullet. "Sir!" An entrance from my left opened, revealing a short man carrying an assault rifle, "We're ready!" "Ahh! That was quick. I like it when operations go swift!" The thug laughed, "Alright, bring the others back." "Already did sir. But there's one problem." The soldier from afar responded, pulling in a shopping trolley, "They've got the lights knocked out of them," "Wait. Run that by me again?" The thug's voice turned confused. The man aims the trolley at us and gave a firm push. The trolley wheels squeak as it harmlessly rolls towards us, coming to a halt just between me and the thug. With an instant, the pretty thug's face turns bleak, and honestly? Mine did too. Within that trolley are nine motionless bodies wearing kevlar vests and drooling mouths. Piled on top of the bodies were their weapons; AS Vals, the assault rifle from Russhia with a built-in suppressor; perfect for quiet operations. "What the hell?" The thug stepped back, "They were experts! Heck, I've even gone through their history files! How the hell could they be taken out by some EIA agent!? Wait a minute..." He froze, "There are nine bodies here... and eight guns... hang on! You aren't--" "One of them?" The 'soldier's voice interrupted, "Very slow to pick that up..." As I looked back to the thug, there was Mr Shiota behind him; aiming the barrel of that missing AS Val point-blank to his head. "Now then," Mr Shiota icily spoke, "I'd like you to step away from her. If your hands ever reach for your gun, I'll 'pop a cap in your arse', as your people say it." Immediately, the thug turns around, knocking the rifle away and came face to face with a giant snake wreathed in blue flames, appearing as a dragon instead. The thug froze and screams in horror. I would have too, seeing this snake appear from nowhere. The dragon-like snake wraps around the thug's neck, choking him a little, then throws him down with a twist of its slithering body, perhaps even cracking the floor. The next thing I knew, I saw Mr Shiota towering above him; his foot on the thug's ribcage and a bloodthirsty smile upon his face. "Alright, I'll admit it," Mr Shiota rolled his eyes, "I'm more familiar with pistols instead of rifles. Still, it's hand to hand combat that's truly deadly." "Wh-Who are you!?" The thug screeched, that beautiful confidence replaced with the panic of a cornered coward. "EIA!?" "Even worse," Mr Shiota chuckled, "I'm her Neighponese High School Teacher. And it is a duty of mine to contribute to my students' academic success and overall safety." "A Teacher!?!?!?!?" The thug screamed, and Nagisa replied with a knockout punch to his face, "Hey Bon Bon," Mr Shiota turned to me, changing to a concerned face, "Are you alright?" "Never better," I sighed, watching him remove the thug's pistol before checking on me. "I take it you're not affiliated with them," "There's only one thing I know," Mr Shiota replied, untying my hands. "They know you're a secret agent. Here, I got your schoolbag. I also found your earphone." "Thanks," I got up while rubbing my wrists and taking the bag and re-inserting the earphone. "HQ? Do you copy?" "194, you're conscious! What happened?" "I was captured, not compromised thankfully," I reported, looking at Mr Shiota. "Whoever they are, called for a transport that's supposed to pick me up but they're all knocked out. Call it a lucky break." "Goddess bless you," "I want to check on something though..." My voice went firm, "Is... is agent 105 present?" The operator went silent... "194, it is with the condolences of not just myself, but everyone in the CIA..." My mind went blank. So it was true... he's... "Understood... I need you to pick up the bodies. Get them identified... my address is here..." "Hey, Bon Bon?" Mr Shiota called, pushing the trolley "Do we need to hide the bodies? I've knocked them out, so maybe restraining them and taking their guns away would suffice," "No need to sir," I responded, picking up that pretty thug's gun. "I can handle it, you should go home." "What? No!" Mr Shiota refused, "The more the merrier. If these guys ever wake up, it's going to be a problem! I assume you've called for 'cleanup', yes?" "I did sir, and I've learned something about you." I nodded, "You're not an assassin." "Really? Oh... that's wonderful to hear." Mr Shiota sighed with relief, "It's not meant as a compliment, sir." I refuted, "Do you remember when you asked me on what makes an assassin?" "Y-Yes?" Mr Shiota stuttered, a hint of confusion on his face, "Well, you're wrong. It's not about how easy you blend into crowds, it's about having the obligation to kill in cold blood," "Wait. STO--!" I didn't bother letting him finish. I turn the gun right on the thug and shot him through his temple. Straight through all the major parts of the brain; this guy's pretty days are over, but that's not what I care for. I'm a little surprised to see the horrified mug on my teacher, seeing the thug's bleeding head. "BON BON!!!" Mr Shiota shrieked, "WHAT DID YOU JUST DO!?" "Stand aside, Mr Shiota," I commanded, "The other nine are next," "You just-" Frustrated, I turn the gun on him. He let out a sharp 'eek' and put his hands up, "I thought you knew already." I stated, "I am a secret agent of the EIA, not a high school student. Taking blood isn't something I mull upon. You on the other hand, somehow do." "I... I didn't think the EIA would give you a licence to kill already..." Mr Shiota gulped. Is that so? I think that tells me a lot about you, your colleagues, and your former teacher even more. "Korosensei... how you so quickly struck the thugs down here is definitely the mark of an assassin. But... except him... you never killed anyone else, did you?" "... No," He shook his head, his hands still in the air, "You're right about one thing. You really do use your assassin skills as a teacher." I added, "You bring them to light in order to induce fear and discipline. It's creative, and as you've been doing for the past few weeks, I can see it as effective. But from an assassin or an agent's point of view, it's pathetic. Seeing you use them like that is like using a combat knife as a fruit cutter or a rifle as a back scratcher." "... In that case..." Mr Shiota gave one long exhale, "... are you going to shoot me too?" Wrong question, Mr Shiota. I can shoot you right here and now. My mission was to observe you and see if you're a threat to our nation. Even if you've sworn not to kill anymore, you've proven yourself as a threat already. Then again, I need to report that to the EIA and see what they think of it. "I'll strike you a deal." I responded, "I'll let you go for tonight. However, starting tomorrow, it is incredibly likely that I'll come after you. After what you did, you're too dangerous to be left on your own." "Bon Bon, you really don't have to do this," Mr Shiota lowered his hands, "You're going to put everyone in the school in danger. What would your teachers and classmates say? What would Lyra say?" "Then turn yourself in." I offered, "You come with me, right now, and you tell us why you and your two friends are here." "... I... In that case, I'll take your first offer." Mr Shiota sighed, "I guess... I'll be expecting you to... kill me tomorrow?" "But before you go," I stopped, "I want to know. You still tailed me all the way to here and took out the guards just to save me. Why?" "I thought you knew already," Mr Shiota sighed again, copying my words, "Secret agent or not, you're still a student of CHS. As a teacher of CHS, it is my role to look after you. Especially when Ms Yada was 'stood up'." "What does that have to do with her?" "Yesterday, she met a very handsome looking man in Manehattan who admired her back. He asked her out to dinner tonight, but he never showed up. Coach Justice, went to pick her up and took her to another dinner place to make up for it. The man she was supposed to go out with is called Johnny Backstop." Manehattan? Oh no... why don't you ACTUALLY do a background check on the woman you're going out with!? "Johnny Backstop... he's an EIA agent. Do you know him? Please tell me you do. It's not just for my sake, but it's for hers. If something bad happened to him, she could be next!" Nagisa pleaded, "It already has." I answered, "Johnny Backstop, Agent 105, is my mentor. And something did happen to him. He's dead. His entire body pulled apart and shipped to the EIA just this evening. Whoever killed him also sent those thugs to catch me." "Oh Goddesses, no..." Mr Shiota covered his mouth, "And honestly? I find it a miracle that Ms Yada escaped without any fight. I have no idea how she wasn't captured back then, but there's no doubt that they may try again." Mr Shiota went weak in his chest and legs. "I got it." He coughed. "You'd better get out of here now." I warned, "The transport's here." "B-But..." "Go. I am not a high school student, let alone yours." I ordered. "You'd better be alive tomorrow," Mr Shiota remarked and ran towards an entrance where he knew there were little chances of detection. Once he slams the door behind him, I picked up all the weapons the guards left behind, after making sure they don't ever wake of course. With all these weapons, there's no way whoever's here can kill me. I'll wipe them out instantly. You should be more focused on yourself, Mr Shiota. Because I WILL be coming after you starting tomorrow. Nagisa's Notes Nurse Redheart Light gray colour, Light Amaranthish Gray Hair tied into a single hair bun, wears hospital-like clothes in school, including a nurse's hat. 1. Works part-time as a nurse assistant in the Local Canterlot Hospital, as well as helping out in the Nurse's office. 2. Is very highly regarded as an 'ultimate' nurse according to her peers. Various students fall under that talent too, being 'ultimate' (such as Cheerilee). She's capable of delivering Vaccinations. 3. She holds a big value in living and life, and her duty as a nurse to help bring people back like that. She, therefore, has strong opinions about various health procedures. E.g. Euthanasia. Big McIntosh Taller than most students, Pale, Light Grayish Amaranth colour, Light Gamboge hair. Some tufts of his hair stick diagonally upwards and have freckles on his face. 1. He and his two sisters have farm backgrounds and experiences. He's capable of doing heavy things, as well as wielded rifles before. 2. Talks normally when in class or tutor. Outside of it, he rarely talks. 3. Knows a bit about Neighponese fighting styles and cultures. This stems from his extended family being from Neighpon. 4. The bass singer of the Pony Tones, a mixed-gender barbershop quartet. Very good singing abilities. 5. He hasn't been to the Camp, so he doesn't know that his older sister has something pretty powerful... and dangerous. IMPORTANT Bon Bon is after me. I repeat, Bon Bon is after me. And the fact that I still haven't finished writing up the Neighponese exam, I am in big trouble!!!