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[i]In order to not lose my way, in order to not be sad,
There's things left behind, aren't there?
...Even now...
...In this unreasonable world...[/i]

Unpleasant memories and pleasant recollections passed through the youth's mind as he strode through School District 10. It nearing winter, chilly breezes passing through the naturally windy place that was Academy City. It wouldn't ever snow here, of course, but it appeared that he was prepared for any type of extreme weather, wearing a rust red scarf. The garment was wrapped many times around his neck, yet even then, it was long enough that it reached down to his waist. The ends seemed to be weighted down thought, with bits of metal that insured the scarf didn't float upwards whenever he picked up his pace. It still fluttered around though, as another breeze picked up through the streets. It was a school day for the students of Academy City, 2PM, only a few delinquents and university students on the roads. Barely anyone walking on the streets.

That was fine with him.

Readjusting his scarf, he took a look at the sun once more. A clear day. No umbrellas or hoodies today, it seemed. In a world of science, even weather predictions were godlessly accurate. He smiled then, before turning to corner, and finally stopping.

Down the road, he could see it. The infamous Reformatory of Academy City, the only place in the world that could safely hold a large group of criminal espers without 'technically' breaching human rights. The facility had no fences, which made sense, considering fences were pretty much useless. Instead, it was primarily an underground prison, the majority of its residents kept below sea level. There was only one floor above ground, and as such, it was guarded heavily by security forces. Yet, it was also the ONLY floor that was specifically guarded.

That also made sense though. The number of espers who would risk teleporting underground with no clear idea of where they'd materialize numbered to zero. Powered suits, automated drones, and a variety of lock-down sequences. If he recalled correctly, the prison warden should have a master key, but at the same time, that key was one of those fingerprint-locked ones. He'd have to borrow the person's thumb then.

The boy slipped a hand into the deep pockets of his winter coat. Pressing against his fingers was the handle of a simple, plastic knife. It would have to do. He doubted that the city of science would still arm their soldiers with something as barbaric as a military knife.

2:05PM.

His partner was late.

It seemed that the decision to go individually, through different routes, into Academy City had been a bad decision. It lowered the chance of them being detected, of course, but it didn't help at all when it came starting the mission in time.

[b]“Shoulda know that the artillery would be late.”[/b]

But Zeal smiled regardless.

If she was still carefree enough to be late, then there should be nothing to worry about.[/center]