The sun starts to rise and creates a divide in its purple night with its golden daylight. The police car lights around the crime scene serve as a digestible contrast that can be easy for the officers to analyze.The officers are disgusted with the entire situation. A psychopath seemingly made of titanium came in and committed mass murder while also blowing up the entire block. However, the laws hope arrives. A man wearing beige fedora and a dirt brown cloak, his jet black ponytail peaking through. It's him. The Greatest Detective...
"Mr Dark, you've arri-"
"Cut the chit-chat. What am I dealing with here?
"25 people confirmed dead, we've been preforming rescues to save the civilians in the destroyed buildings after that psycho destroyed everything"
"What do the witness accounts say."
"There's only one witness who's capable of speech and who say the entire thing go down. Two officers were gunned down and killed seemingly instantly with a dozen more officers coming in to shoot at the man. But get this, nothing happened for a few seconds after the cops fired. The man didn't retaliate until an explosion randomly occurred beneath him. He vanished from the scene afterwards."
"He did retaliate. We are dealing with a Boomer and he must be either an Infuser or Creator type. Regardless, I want this witness to describe this person the best they can. This psycho needs to be apprehended immediately."
The officer nods and carries on with assisting the other officers. Mr Dark takes out a cigarette and proceeds to light it. As he smokes on his cigarette he gets a call from another officer from a different major crime scene at the Tower of Progress.
The drive to the tower is thought provoking with Mr Dark questioning the numerous incidents of attacks on public spaces. But the Tower is different. It's government owned so no motley gang or scummy thieves would attempt it unless these were trained villains.
Mr Dark arrives on the scene, already tired to have to go through another case. He goes onto the rooftop where the gravel beneath their steps easily turns to mushy ash and there is scatted debris of multiple crashed helicopters are on the floor turning it black. The broken body of one helicopter is clear to see however and it's clear to Mr. Dark that the two aircraft's crashed into each other. He walks to the open vents on the building and sees it seemingly bursted open. Mr. Dark shuts his eyes and pieces together the scene...
"The culprit of this crime is a Winger. The only way they could get this type of speed and disguise is if they were of a Mimicry type. They stole the Killswitch right?"
The tower workers are alarmed by this statement..
"The Killswitch is classified information. Mr. Dark.... How do you kn-"
"Oh please you aren't hiding anything. Besides what else would you all call it. A cassette with the potential to kill any electronic device. I'd call it a Killswitch myself."
But just then,He notices something in the distance. A single billboard for Lycoris Academy being repaired. Mr. Dark widens his eyes, like a spark fires in his mind and he eventually smiles.
"I know where my next stop is folks. I'm gonna need some strong caffeine to get me through this one."
***
Bullet wakes up to the distinct smell from his usual disgusting apartment. The smell of a true breakfast lightens up his day with the hopeful sunlight piercing through the windowsills. Bullet rubs his eyes and gets a weird feeling of silk on his face where his grazed wound was and notices that his arms are all bandaged. He sluggishly gets up and realizes that his undercover outfit has been removed and he's currently in his white shirt and shorts that were underneath. He wanders around with the feeling of his sore legs wrapped in cloth echoss with every step he takes into his kitchen where he sees the assailant of last nights attack on the police officers and the entire city block. The news broadcast playing from his slightly new television makes up the rooms entire audio.
*The Bombing in the Koi Ward in addition to The Robbery of the Tower of Progress were done almost simultaneously with one another, occurring in the dead of night where the entire police department was spread thin.*
The "psycho" finally speaks in his deep graveled voice
"We did that Bullet. It's all over the news and we are gonna be so rich with this"
Bullet finally fixated his mind onto the conversation through the morning fatigue speaks his truth.
"Sure yeah, it would've been better if 1. I didn't almost get myself shot up by armed men and 2. You didn't use your Explosions to kill innocents."
"Who cares about a couple of lives lost. We got the Killswitch and we are going to the Boss tonight to deliver it to him at the Docks in the Sea-Dragon Ward and get our money for it. Not only that but it makes you official kid. You gonna be one of us. One of the Eyes."
"Sure. Riot."
Bullets face frowns and he goes back into his room with Riot in the background informing him of food being ready shortly. Bullet ignores him and heads straight into his closet to see his black coat. It is completely soaked and inside of it, has his radio completely smashed and the cassette's casing broken. The weirdest thing however, is that the Killswitch survived. It survived the moisture of the rain and survived the amount of impact he sustained when he struck the billboard. It shouldn't have survived it yet then again neither should've Bullet.
Bullet takes out his workbench from his closet, shuts off the light and turns on the bench light to prep for his work. After having an unusually silent breakfast with Riot, he leaves as fast as he can down into the apartment buildings Micro-Mall.
The Micro-Mall has only one floor yet so many stores. A technology store for buying different cassettes whether they are for batteries, storage devices or for music, a grocery market where all of the food is typically sold, most of what Bullet buys however are just energy drinks,ice or family dinners he eats by himself.. and even fashion stores where he never goes because the prices are jacked up for basic designed clothing.
Bullet heads into the tech store to purchase a basic radio, only holds one cassette for access to the only channel he needs. In addition, he buys a metallic cassette casing.
"200 VD please."
Bullet counts his coins and he's not even close to being able to afford it until a cloaked man arrives to offer to pay, he's wearing a fedora and has a greasy ponytail. Dressed like a sleazy salesman but Bullet accepts the offer and begins to walk back to his apartment building but the cloaked man speaks.
"You look a little young to be shopping by yourself."
"I'm 16.... I can do it by myself."
"You also look young to need stitches for an injury. Did you get into a fight?, get slashed by a knife? Cut by glass? Grazed by a bullet?..."
His silence speaks the truth louder than it needs to.
"Looks like I've found the answer."
The cloaked man flexes his ID Card to Bullet.
"My name is Richard Dark. I'm a Pitch and my type is Mimicry. I am a detective for the Vapor State Police Department. I would just like to ask a few questions about your whereabouts last night."
Bullet refuses to talk and continues to walk up the stairs trying to ignore the looming danger that the risky theft brought him...
"Look kid, I'm trying to be completely upfront and honest with you. Now listen I've already got the security footage of you slamming your body into that billboard at top speed and to be honest, I'm surprised you ain't dead. You are young, and you are prime Hero material. Hate to see it wasted in the hands of criminals."
Bullet hardens his face yet it seems like a crack of sadness is evident on his figure.
"I don't care if I get caught. I have no family. No life. I can't be no damned hero. The good that I can do. Is steal from the rich and profit."
Richard softens his demeanor but doesn't want to shed tears for the broken boy. Even if he may..
"I can't let you waste your life away kid. I have called a Hero who's been dealing with this kind of stuff. Helping kids like you off the streets. He's involved with Lycoris Academy."
Richard snaps his fingers and a man decked out in crimson steel Neo Middle Age armor, wielding a sword with a glowing hot bronze blade and a shield with similar colored razors on its edge. The helmet invokes a sense of prosperity with its pointed tip and smooth shape. The man's armor hums with the metals relaxing from intense heat. The Hero tells the young boy.
"I am Hyperion. The Sunset Hero. I wish to speak with you upon potential business ventures."
Hyperion's voice is shaky though the reason unknown, they seem persistent not to send Bullet to jail but to save him from the Eyes. Bullet never wanted this. He never wanted to be an Eye. He wanted a family. He wanted help. The Eyes gave it to him the first chance they got. Bullet looks down and gives up..
"Fine. Let's talk about this. Just us three...."