Thread: Ansatsu Kyōshitsu: Bye Bye Yesterday (Athene & East)

Megu Kataoka Rinka Hayami Maybe it was just because today had been a shitty day, but this ride was even quicker than the earlier one. After getting her debit card back, Megu hurried back into her residence. She barely finished kicking one shoe off ... before groaning. Her phone was ringing, and the sound of it made her face palm. God, fuck! she hissed, How could you have forgotten that of all things?! Shit, shit, coming! Today, fate seemed to do everything to slow her down. Because the second god-forsaken invention known as her other high heel seemed adamant on staying attached. By the time she got it flung off, however, her phone had stopped ringing ... but only for about ten seconds. It started up again, which made her sigh in relief. For once, she was glad that someone was being persistent on wanting to talk to her. Now let's just pray it's not a bill or something ... Her hand hovered over her phone ... and stopped. Rather than grabbing it, she had to do at least one more thing. Sorry, she whispered, pivoting quickly into her room and slipping out of the uniform. In place of her more business-like attire now was a yukata draped very haphazardly over her body. Hell, it wasn't even tied closed, leaving a very easy view of her lingerie . Well, it would have if anyone peeked through her windows. But fuck it. This was her place. If people wanted to complain, so be it. She'd come up with something to tell police. The number looked familiar somehow. But when she couldn't place why or where she knew it from, she simply replied. Hello? This is Megu Kataoka. Her empty left hand covered her mouth as a smile crossed her lips. Her hand shakily moved away as Megu began to speak, Nagisa-ku ... err ... san, I suppose now, huh? Bad habit, sorry. How ... how are you? How have you been? She had a hunch about the real reason he was calling. But she didn't wanna think about that. Because if it was true .... she grimaced. Poor Rinka and Ryunosuke were dealing with what she should have in the first place. Granted, it'd be really messy. But some sense of duty - or was it guilt? - made her feel like she should be there, helping out ... even if it'd drive her nuts to do so. Rinka let out a loooooooong, annoyed sigh. ... Lucky bitch. She left at the best time. Ah well. This would have happened sooner or later. Rinka had just highly preferred the latter. Unfortunately, it made sense as to how they'd arrived so fast. Someone probably saw - maybe even heard - the smoke and explosion respectively. Hell, someone may have tipped them about the incident. And they did what they do best rushed over in hopes of getting even a small hint behind the recent tragedy. For Rinka, the press was worse than vultures. At least vultures had a reason, a purpose for being deemed scavengers. No. These were much worse. They - for her - were much more akin to watch dogs fueled on by gluttony rather than their obligations to help their owners. While Ryunosuke spoke with the paparazzi, Rinka picked her radio up. She turned around, keeping one hand close to her mouth to muffle herself, and pushed down on the button. This is Hayami-san, reporting in. Me and Chiba-san are still a the scene. The hostage situation is over, but ... well .... it's a mess. We're gonna need a coroner and some other teams. Most medical-based. Even without seeing it, she could feel the grimace from the other officer. Very good. Were there any survivors, Hayami-san? N one , no sir. Excuse me. Her eyes rolled as Rinka fought off the urge to scoff, I said, sir, n one . Please don't start going deaf on me now. There was a pause and finally a chuckle. Good. That meant they heard the emphasis on the rest of the word save for the first 'n' to reveal the true answer. Okay, okay. I'll talk more. Sounds like you're busy. You'll have aid coming soon, including people to get the press out of your hair. Thank you, she muttered, shutting her radio off and attaching it back beside her hip. Please - as my partner said - let us work! There's nothing to see! Shoo! Her hand intertwined with her lover's as she flashed him a knowing smirk. A few more minutes, she whispered, I just made the call. We'll get assistance soon. Hang in there. Her voice went from a soft tone to a louder one as she asked, So ... where do we even start, anyway? The best answer was likely the most gruesome one. Still, standard procedure and all that jazz. Plus, she wasn't a mind reader. While she could usually guess what Chiba would say, Rinka had been wrong every now and again. Her head slowly moved over towards the gate, where the airplane was. They could likely get in a lot of caution would simply need to be used. More so than usual, in fact.