Though the numerous guardsmen looked to Blitz with clear confusion and dislike, a hand and voice raised towards the back, closer to the front gates of the Wirefort manor, had directed their attention away from the soaring Cleaner.

"He's good, guys. He's fine," someone said at the back. A voice perhaps familiar to Blitz if he were prone to jotting down such things. The guardsmen loosened their tension before the caravan, guns lowered to their hips or holstered altogether. The one who spoke up approached closer, shifting past the wall of fellow guards to get a better look at the Cleaners.

"It's more than sufficient," the man said. As he came closer, the glow a cigarette in his lips partially illuminated his face. The majority of light on the street came from a pair of orange streetlamps situated on either side of the gate. Much of the guardsmens' faces were darkened and difficult to discern. "You need the boss? What about these guys?" he asked, gesturing with his chin to the cars behind Blitz, End, and Advent. Another guard spoke up, shifting their shoulders in a half-shrug.

"What? What weapon? Last we tussled with the Himura's it was fists and knives at the Reginald-Don Pub," he said with a laugh. A few others scoffed in turn, recollecting something funny only to them.

"She's talkin' about the massacre the other day. At their manor," another chimed in.

"Ah shit. Right. That one. That wasn't us though. We've been tryin' to figure out who it wa-"

Before the man could finish his sentence, a distinct sound set the whole street into combat mode. The screech of several tires in succession was as clear a warning as any. As if on cue, there was chaotic shouting over one another and the ringing of phone notifications. Something was coming...

And it came in but four seconds.

From both ends of the street came a squad of five cars, all of them armed to the teeth with plating and gunnery. Shots rang out as soon as they made their appearance, bullets flying from every direction. The entrance to the manor was the only safe refuge, save being inside End's car, and so the Wirefort's began running and gunning for their headquarters.

Stopping far from the entrance, the five cars skidded to a halt broadside as dozens of individuals spilled out with guns of all kinds. Handguns, assault rifles, and sub-machine guns rattled out with death upon the streets, focusing fire towards the retreating Wireforts... and the unknown Cleaners that were caught in the middle of it all.

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