“And now for the grand finale. Here, I have a key. What key, you ask? The release key for the communicator. You won’t be able to save the people on that airplane without this… You want it? You want it, don’cha?”
He pulls a thin key out of his pocket. It’s a small and fragile key with a dull yellow tint. I gaze at it.
“Want it? Here ya go.”
He bends the key until it audibly snaps in half.
“What—?”
“Ah-ha-ha-ha… Ha-ha-ha-ha! All hope is lost! Now nothing can prevent the plane from crashing! It’s over! It’s over, it’s over, it’s over! Ah-ha-ha-ha!”
The young man scornfully laughs—the wicked laugh of a man watching the world burn.
“Now, let’s put an end to this. I’m gonna kill you. I’ll kill you, and we will scream our victory from the mountaintops!”
He raises his hand. The number on me is now displaying “04.”
I instinctively look up at the operations room on the second floor where I see Dazai. Dazai, bloodied and beaten…
Kunikida is outside the window, riddled with wounds. Dazai takes another blow to the face so powerful it shatters the window on impact. Fragments of glass scatter into the air.
Dazai looks at Kunikida, and their eyes meet. They yell.
“KUNIKIDA!”
“DAZAI!”
That is all it takes. We know what to do.
I promptly pull out the wire gun at my waist and shoot it at Dazai. The hook hits the wall right next to him just as I wanted it to. Immediately, I reel in the wire, hoisting my body into the air.
Dazai kicks off the window frame and leaps out the window. Kunikida’s eyes are locked on him as he flies through
the air at the end of the steel wire.
They exchange glances, then words, before the distance between them widens again.
Utilizing the tensile force of the wire, I swiftly glide through the air. Dazai has already left the operations room and is falling toward the ground. After arriving at a point right under the window to the operations room, I continue letting the wire pull me up…
…allowing me to run straight up the wall.
“HAAAAAAH!”
Kicking off the wall, I lunge into the room. I look up and see a tanned giant of a man equipped with some sort of brass knuckles. A fist powerful enough to crush a person immediately swings past my head.
The behemoth is thrown into the air.
His path through the air carries him right into the wall. His face is overcome with astonishment and bewilderment. He has no idea I just used his momentum to throw him over my shoulder. However, the man soon stands back up and throws a second punch.
“You should have stayed down.”
I roll with his attack and grab his wrist. Then, pulling him forward and off-balance, I gently cup his elbow while shifting my weight backward to lift him off the ground before throwing him along the wall and into the ceiling. His eyes roll back.
“What—?! You’re…”
“Sorry, but you’re up against me now.”
After landing on the first floor, Dazai casually walks over to the young man.