Without hesitation he peruses his target. -Sly

*Ryouko follows from close behind, quickly gaining speed.*

Cultist: Fuck off!

Nothing very interesting. He turns around to take another look at the gunmen.

*Nothing particularly special about them is noticeable. They’re a diverse group, although only one of the survivors is a woman, while the three corpses and other unconscious gunman are men. They do all seem to be quite physically fit though. Their clothing is all black, not indicating any sort of affiliation or anything.*

“Count the number of times 8 fits in 20 to get started.” He suggests.

Soetsu: Two with four!

“I…really hope she hadn’t.” Sora asmitted, biting her lip. “If she had… that would hurt even more then her being here and not telling us anything.”

Yeah, well, it’s what I’d expect from Mukuro Ikusaba.

“To be fair, they will might want to question the kids, and I assume it’s already known they go here, given the reporters. So I suspect we will hear from the police soon enough.” Naomi sighed. “Let’s go inside, love, and hope they won’t bother us.”

That sounds wonderful.

“So… five minutes until someone gets here to question us? more?” Naomi asked.

… they can show up all they like. But… *Takumi closes the gates, and punches in a number on the keboard. They lock, and crackle to life with electricity.* If they’re that desperate to bug us, they can go ahead and shock themselves trying to do so.