The Unfortunate Splitting of Regiment Six

" I need more time."

Tsukiko was laying on the black leather couch in Arikadou's...well...house? It was more like an abandoned apartment that he took over as a base. The first level was a basic guard station. There were several trained men and women who had devoted their lives to The Bastard Sons, so Arikadou decided to have them be the first line of defense. A huge emergency lever was to the left of the stairwell, which was the old fire system rewired. If it were to get set off, the protocol was to remove Arikadou from the premises. The downside to this alarm was that civilians could be alerted, which meant cops and firefighters would flood the scene, and anything left behind would be irretrievable.

The second level was a kitchen area. Believe it or not, Arikadou hires people to cook and clean for him. Most of them don't really talk, instead they slave over the mediocre oven and refrigerator to make dinner for Arikadou, Tsuki, and Yokai. Leftovers went to the grunts.

The third was full of storage. Boxes and boxes of ammunition, medical equipment, and other...unnamed...materials.

The fourth level was where Arikadou lived. The entire floor was cleared out to make a giant room for him, except a little walled-off area which was patrolled by his most trusted guards. Tsuki never went in there, it was boring, and usually full of prostitutes.

The last level was where Tsuki currently resided. It was a huge meeting room, but on one half was a little area with couches and a TV. It was high enough to give her a good view when she looked out the window, which made her feel safe, especially at night.

Currently, Tsukiko was flicking through channels on the television. All she wanted was some damn cartoons, but every channel was flooded with news stories. No matter how fast she clicked, she always caught a bit of the news.

" U.A. Releases new information on Blacko—!"

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" Charged with attempted murder on two—!"

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" Deadly car crash—!"

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" Police are opening case on the two students—"

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Tsuki was about to click past the next one, but stopped. Two familiar photos were up behind the newscaster.

" The police have not released any information following the chilling events which unfolded yesterday evening, involving the attempted murder and/or kidnapping of two U.A. students and the taxi cab driver, all three who are recovering in the hospital nearest to the crash." The reporter woman said. She looked at the papers in front of her.

" Hey, Yokai, have you seen this?" Tsuki asked him from the couch. Yokai was busy filing through papers at the table behind Tsuki.

" What? Did she say two U.A. students?" Yokai put down the papers and walked to the couch. Tsuki made room for him as he sat down.

" Yeah. Kiyoshi and Yura." Tsuki squinted at the screen. It was almost too bright for her night-based eyes.

" W-What?" Yokai leaned forward. " Turn it up!"

" While the events were catastrophic, no casualties have been reported. Thanks to an unnamed hero, who fled the scene after saving them from the impact. The police believe this to be the work of Arikadou Irumae, a traitorous ex-pupil of Pro-Hero Tojo Russell." The woman said.

A photo of Arikadou replaced Yura and Kiyoshi. It was one from a class photo shoot. He was holding a skull, and smirking at the camera.

" Way to make people even more scared of him." Tsuki rolled her eyes.