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"What did she hear?"
"What did she hear?"


I jump at the sudden appearance of Misha, who I had not heard approaching despite the completely empty hallway.
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 


Somehow she had gotten to jumping distance of me without making a sound. Creepy, it briefly reminds me of Kenji's nutty theory about a global feminist conspiracy, but I push that thought aside.


Shizune, standing slightly behind Misha, looks aloof as she couldn't have heard the remark that drew Misha's attention, but Misha is visibly excited.


Misha
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
"No wait, more importantly, who is in there? There's no club meetings today."


She tries to curiously peek past me, even though the door prevents her from seeing anyway.


Hisao
"What are you doing here?"


Misha
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
"You took so long that we had to come check what's wrong. That's no good, Hicchan~"


She wags her finger at me scoldingly.


Misha
"I found plywood, but everything else is still missing because you are tardy."


Hisao
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
"Oh, sorry. Err... I got the things here, was just going to bring them."


Misha
"I think you were up to some mischief, Hicchan~! Who was in there with you, I wonder..."


Misha signs something quickly to Shizune, pointing at her own ear a couple of times.


Shizune immediately pushes her way past me and opens the door into the classroom I just left.
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 


I can only imagine the shock she is experiencing.


With Shizune's diligence and attitude, the insolence of daring to deface school property by sleeping on top of it must be too much to bear.


And indeed, she stares at Rin, frozen in place apart from the slight but noticeable trembling of her shoulders, from suppressed rage I'm sure.
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 


Instead of blowing up, Shizune just takes a few deep breaths, adjusts her glasses and slams the door shut, turning to sign furiously at Misha.


Maybe she did blow up but I can't understand it.


She shoots a very loaded stare at me too, as if it was somehow my fault that Rin is sleeping on one of the tables.
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 


I hope she's not getting any funny ideas about the reason of my tardiness.


Rin
"Hello."


Rin's voice comes from the other side of the door and it takes a few eyeblinks to realize she might have trouble opening it.
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 


I open the door to find Rin directly behind it, looking at us with a half-interested, half-sleepy face.


Rin
"Hello."


Shizune
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
"..."


Misha
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
"Miss Tezuka, what do you think you were doing? You absolutely are not permitted to use school property for such... err, disgraceful? activity!"


Rin
"It sure is suddenly very crowded in here. I didn't know I was this popular."


It's hard to say whether she's happy or unhappy about this turn of events.


At any rate she ignores Shizune/Misha's scolding so they have no choice but to drop the issue.
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 


Shizune taps Misha's shoulder, points at Rin and makes some quick signs.


Shizune
"..."


Misha
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
"Popularity aside, please don't do that any more."


Shizune
"..."


Misha
"Anyway, how is your project going? Will it be done for the festival?"


Rin looks at them blankly, apparently at ease under the pressure Shizune's cold stare is putting on her.
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 


Rin
"I keep wondering about that myself too."


Shizune
"..."


Misha
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 
"And...?"


Rin
"Will think about it harder."


As Misha signs her reply to Shizune her face turns into an unsatisfied frown.


Shizune
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 
"..."


Misha
"Miss Tezuka, please try to take this seriously. It'll be a disaster if the wall looks like someone threw up their lunch onto it."


Rin nods assertively.


Rin
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
"Will think more seriously."


Misha actually giggles at that, but Shizune doesn't, not even after translation.


She just shakes her head, takes the materials from me and takes off with Misha in tow.


Rin frowns thoughtfully as she looks after the retreating student council duo.
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 


Rin
"How rude."


Rin
"It's true though, I must finish my project before the weekend. There will be dire consequences if I don't."


Rin
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
"The end of the world as we know it. Like weekends usually are, but more dire."


Rin
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
"Much more dire."


Rin
"Maybe I'll postpone my nap. To unforeseen future."


I am about to ask what project she has and what are these apocalyptic consequences, but she walks back into the art classroom.


Rin
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
"Since you have nothing to do, would you give me a hand?"


Rin
"This paint can doesn't fit into my bag but I need it."


She kicks lightly at a huge can of paint that's lying on the floor next to the table she was sitting and sleeping on.


It lets out a dull clang.
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 


Being the gentleman I am, I naturally pick it up.


Heavy.


Hisao
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
"Yeah, sure. Where do you need to take it?"


Rin
"Away."


And with that, she takes off to the hallway, me and the paint can following since there's little choice for either of us.


The hallway is quiet and empty now with Shizune and Misha gone, so we too leave towards the stairwell at the other end.
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 


Every ten or fifteen or twenty steps I have to change the can from one hand to another because the thin handle cuts into my palm. At least it keeps my arms from tiring too fast.


Rin strolls on beside me with an uneven pace that I have trouble matching, or maybe I am walking weird because of the extra weight.


It seems one of us is constantly walking too slow or too fast, and I can't figure out which.
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 


Two flights of stairs below, trouble appears in the form of the head nurse and his fox-like grin.


Nurse
 
"Ah, Mr. Nakai, what a happy coincidence! Tezuka too, of course."
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
 
 
 
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 
 
 
 
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
 
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
 
 
 
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
 
 
 
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
 
 
 
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
 
 
 
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 
 
 
 
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 
 
 
 
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
 
 
 
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 
 
 
 
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
 
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
 
 
 
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
 
 
 
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
 
 
 
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
 
 
 
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 
 
 
 
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 
 
 
 
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
 
 
 
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 
 
 
 
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
 
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
 
 
 
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
 
 
 
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
 
 
 
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
 
 
 
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 
 
 
 
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 
 
 
 
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
 
 
 
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 
 
 
 
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
 
What the fuck did you just fucking spin about me, you little Russian? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Miami Police Academy, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the 
 
 
 
Russian Mafia, and I have over 300 confirmed solved cases. I am trained in door-slamming warfare and I’m the top cop in the entire Miami Police force. You are nothing to me but just another spinning dog. 
 
 
 
I will wipe you the fuck out with baiting the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with shooting me through that glass halfway across 
 
 
 
the map? Think again, fucker, I was born with thick skin. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cops across the state of Miami and your movement pattern is being traced right now so you better 
 
 
 
get a grip, maggot. Prepare for the one shot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, thug. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred 
 
 
 
ways, and that’s just with my fists. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the shotgun in my trunk, golf clubs, baseball bats, knives, and 
 
 
 
whatever else is lying around and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the level, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little 
 
 
 
“clever” shot through that window was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking gun. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, because I was born with 
 
 
 
thick skin you goddamn spinning idiot. I will spray bullets all over the place, and you will drown in your own fucking blood. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
 
appy coincidence! Tezuka too, of course."


He nods courteously to Rin who does not acknowledge him back, then turns to me because obviously it's me who he had some business with.
He nods courteously to Rin who does not acknowledge him back, then turns to me because obviously it's me who he had some business with.
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