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Sep. 30th, 2008 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHiyoshi fingered the delicate edge of his Hyotei issued communicator before dropping it to the floor and slamming his heel down on it. The case snapped with a satisfying crack. Picking it up Hiyoshi pried the case open and began picking out the delicate bits of machinery. Hiyoshi walked over to one of the many free toilets in the empty bathroom and dumped half of the machinery down it, and then half the machinery down another. Hiyoshi was careful to flush.
While Hiyoshi knew there was no way to avoid being complicit in Kite's schemes, Hiyoshi did not want to leave anymore evidence than he had to.
His stupid fucking cousin. Why did Hiyoshi have to be born with a cousin like that?
Perhaps Hiyoshi should ask for less familial obligations in his next life.
Slipping out of the restroom Hiyoshi walked quickly to the small locker that contained his firearm. Every Hyotei operative was issued a standard electro-charge arm, with a default setting high enough to stun a normal psychic. Such things were rarely used, and the setting high enough to kill someone was never used at all.
Or so Hyotei would claim.
Pressing his thumb to the electronic lock Hiyoshi ignored the sounds of people at work. If he ignored them, they would ignore him, and that was what Hiyoshi wanted. Slipping the firearm into it's holster Hiyoshi turned and made his way to Atobe's office.
No one even gave him a second look.
"Hiyoshi." Atobe looked displeased, and he was holding a pen in one hand and a pad in the other. Casually Atobe set them both down. "What do you want?"
Atobe's insight kicked in a second too late, Hiyoshi's aim was dead-on, and the charge was set to high.
A psychic tidal wave of shock/betrayal/pain/silence erupted from the room. Hiyoshi, at the epicenter, didn't even notice his eyes roll up in his head as he passed out.
While Hiyoshi knew there was no way to avoid being complicit in Kite's schemes, Hiyoshi did not want to leave anymore evidence than he had to.
His stupid fucking cousin. Why did Hiyoshi have to be born with a cousin like that?
Perhaps Hiyoshi should ask for less familial obligations in his next life.
Slipping out of the restroom Hiyoshi walked quickly to the small locker that contained his firearm. Every Hyotei operative was issued a standard electro-charge arm, with a default setting high enough to stun a normal psychic. Such things were rarely used, and the setting high enough to kill someone was never used at all.
Or so Hyotei would claim.
Pressing his thumb to the electronic lock Hiyoshi ignored the sounds of people at work. If he ignored them, they would ignore him, and that was what Hiyoshi wanted. Slipping the firearm into it's holster Hiyoshi turned and made his way to Atobe's office.
No one even gave him a second look.
"Hiyoshi." Atobe looked displeased, and he was holding a pen in one hand and a pad in the other. Casually Atobe set them both down. "What do you want?"
Atobe's insight kicked in a second too late, Hiyoshi's aim was dead-on, and the charge was set to high.
A psychic tidal wave of shock/betrayal/pain/silence erupted from the room. Hiyoshi, at the epicenter, didn't even notice his eyes roll up in his head as he passed out.
