Ambush

 Juusaki hangs out by a convenience store at the intersection. His outfit is a red hoodie and a black cap. The hood is on when he enters the convenience store, and the store employee shoots a suspicious eye. Juusaki heads over to where the magazines, newspapers, and manga volumes are placed.

“Hey, no private reading, okay?” The cashier says in a loud voice, and Juusaki doesn’t show acknowledgment.

Juusaki picks up a random manga and opens it as he wears his eyeglass.

“Hey, pay for it before you read it,” says the cashier in increasing annoyance.

Juusaki then heads over to some sweets and faces it, but doesn’t examine it much. He finally settles to get a cup of noodles.

“Target approaching encounter point A. Proceed to point. Contact when going to rally point,” a headset sounds into Juusaki as he is wearing them all along. Juusaki quickly heads to the counter and hastily places down his payment.

“That would be— hey, wait! Your change, sir!” Shouted the cashier as Juusaki bolts off and leans to a wall facing backward.

Juusaki’s eyes scan the adjacent building as if tracking something.

“Visibility to target: Five seconds,” the voice in his brain announces.

A black limousine appears and crosses the intersection at a leisurely speed.

“Glance protocol,” Juusaki says in a low voice, and the eyeglass shows him an angle from the left handle of the eyeglass, enabling Juusaki to see his left side without moving his eyes.As Juusaki tracks the car with his glasses, the streetlights around the moving car go dim, and the road below it disappears. A huge crash is heard, and the customers loitering in the convenience store rush to the store’s windows to spectate. The door of the seat next to the driver flings out, and a silhouette with a gun aimed at the sky appears. The gun’s barrel flashes and reveals a woman as the shooter, and the woman quickly, but warily opens the passenger door, and another silhouette appears. Suddenly, from the rooftops, red and orange colors flash across the intersection making a visible impact on the crashed car. Meanwhile, the customers inside the convenience store flee from the windows, but Juusaki watches are unfazed. A fizzing sound zooms from a rooftop to the ground, and a great explosion is seen, and parts of the car go flying, some of them barely missing Juusaki, but he doesn’t flinch. A helicopter flies overhead the crash, and four people with military gear go down by a rope pointing their guns at the car. Once the oncoming gunmen have landed, the helicopter flies off. Juusaki approaches them casually with something in hand. When the four heavy gunmen enter the crater, Juusaki kicks the back of the leg of one of the gunmen causing him to fall to his knees and stabs him in the neck. Then Juusaki quickly takes his gun and strangles the owner of it by the strap. The three other gunmen get alerted and start shooting at Juusaki, but they shoot their comrade instead. Juusaki frees the unconscious gunman from his strap and shoots one bullet for each gunman’s head. Juusaki quickly gets down and pulls a pin from a smoke grenade from one of the nearest gunman’s vests. The shooters from the rooftop rapidly fire but fail to hit flesh. Suddenly, Juusaki appears from the other side of the crashed car using it as cover, and he shoots at one of the gunmen taking him down.

“Perception Protocol, Type 1,” Juusaki says in a low voice and quickly puts his eyeglass in his pocket.

Bullets rain on the car, but they do not hit Juusaki as he has entered the car. “Targets acquired. Calculating aim. Scenario 782 loaded.” After the hail of bullets stopped, he emerges with the rifle in single-firing mode. “Flick Protocol,” Juusaki says before he shoots eleven shots in the different directions above. Juusaki approaches the trunk of the car and opens it, and a gun pops out from it aimed for his head.

“Drop your gun!” A girl’s voice shouts.

Juusaki however doesn’t comply but doesn’t aim the rifle at her either. A light shines on Juusaki’s face and the armed woman revealing Nana’s face.

“Hachiko-kun?” Nana asks in shock.

However, Juusaki pays no attention to Nana, instead looks behind her. “Target acquired,” the voice in his brain speaks, “Objective accomplished. Executing Script 442.”

“What are you doing here?” Nana fully emerges from the trunk of the car still pointing her gun at Juusaki.

“J—juusaki?” A weak voice speaks.

“I’m glad you are safe,” Denji says weakly.

“What do you mean by that? Who are you? What are you?” Nana sends a barrage of questions to Juusaki, “Who do you work for?” Nana gets a hold of Juusaki’s hoodie.

“Who I work for, I cannot disclose.”“Then, what are you doing here? What is your mission?” Nana clenches the trigger of the gun lightly as to not discharge it.

“My mission, you do not need to know.”

Suddenly, an approaching helicopter is heard, and its guns rapidly shoot at the car.

“Scenario 890 encountered packet loss, now reloading,” the voice in Juusaki’s head prompts. Juusaki pulls out Denji and carries him using his two arms and runs, while Nana struggles to follow. The ground cracks as the .50 caliber bullets hit it, producing smoke once a person is covered in it, they are certainly dead. “Laplace Protocol,” Juusaki says in a weak voice as the sound of the bullets overcome his voice. Juusaki in advance sees the trajectory of the bullet, and where Nana would be. Juusaki sees that Nana will be shot in the head in three seconds, and he will be shot in four, and Denji in five. Knowing this, Juusaki throws Denji as far as he can and turns around to tackle Nana. Nana loses grip of her gun when Juusaki tackles her behind a post of an overlying building. The sound of the rain of bullets goes further for a while and stops. Juusaki looks at the helicopter and sees someone coming down by a rope. The man lands beside the convenience store “Scenario Unknown. Calculating solutions.” Juusaki leaves Nana to approach them. The helicopter holds its fire.

“Who are you to interrupt?” An angry voice shouts, but Juusaki pays no answer. “You have wasted my time,” the man in an overcoat shoots at Juusaki.

“Laplace Auto-protocol.” Juusaki’s head slightly adjusts to avoid the oncoming bullet, and the man shoots another. Juusaki throws the rifle with both hands and avoids the next bullet grazing his left side, but Juusaki hastens his approach and tackles the shooter. They both fall to the ground with Juusaki on top of them. Juusaki then pulls out a chopstick with his right hand and stabs it at the neck of the shooter, but the shooter stops his right hand from doing so. Juusaki quickly restrains the left hand of the shooter holding a gun.

“You…” the shooter struggles to keep up as he tries to put out the words, “try to kill me with this?”

“I killed one of your men with it,” Juusaki states nonchalantly.

The shooter kicks Juusaki in the abdomen, and Juusai retreats and stands up. The shooter stands up and scans for his gun, and when he starts reaching out for it, police sirens come into audible range.

“Crap! You!” The shooter points at Juusaki, “I’ll remember this!” The shooter runs away to a nearby alley.

Juusaki feels a cold sensation at the back of his head, and he turns around and sees Nana pointing the gun at him. “I don’t know what your goal is here, or what you were supposed to do. So I don’t trust you,” Nana lowers her gun and flips the safety switch, “but I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“Understood.”

“Are you shot? You are holding your right side.”

But Juusaki only turns and walks away while holding his right side. “Pain Ignorance Protocol,” he says in a low voice unable to be heard by anyone but him.