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Brennan Griese had screamed out in fury as the blast overtook most of the collected group of students.

[color=0054a6]"THAT!"

"WAS!"

"ME!"

"FOOKIN'!"

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His food hung suspended in the air before him for a tantalizing second, as if a man of Brennan's caliber and wealth still had time to pluck it from the sky on its hopeless plunge. He wanted to scream louder. He wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh hysterically. Most importantly, he wanted Umeko to have to pay for the pizza that would be replacing their expensive dinner. 

[color=0054a6]"THAT SASHIMI,"[/color] shrieked the Irish boy, possessed with the all-consuming and thunderous rage of Zeus, [color=0054a6]"WAS [i]DOLPHIN,[/i] YOU LIMP-DICKED COONT! [b][i]YOU GUNNA PAY FOR DAT FOOKIN' DOLPHIN!?"[/i][/b][/color]

He wasn't Umeko, wasting dolphins wasn't exactly in his blood! There were only eight restaurants in Academy City that would even serve it to you, and all of them required the use of a fucking [i]password![/i] This had been [i]his treat![/i]

It wasn't even about the explosion or the corpse anymore, although the fact that this pussy thought such a mere little trick of the light was capable of throwing his nose from the strong scent of blood and pus was an insult all its own to the semi-lucid Armani predator. All but one of his senses had avoided being fooled, and even the ducking of the corpse thief under the bright neon of Academy City's nighttime lighting was noticeable to the trained eye. This was still worthy of being called a chase.

[color=0054a6][i]Nay,[/i][/color] thought Brennan Griese. A brief flash of light - the advertisement on the side of one of Academy City's automated buses, running its route through the shopping district to pick up students living the nightlife - gave the heat shimmer a murky, amorphous outline that vaguely resembled a person slung over another. 

[color=0054a6][i]Dis is a fookin' hoont.[/i][/color]

[color=0054a6]"YOU'LL LIVE TO REGRET HAVIN' FOOKED WIT' ME, POOSY!"[/color] he screamed after the retreating figure, before he leaped out, spread-eagled, into the path of the bus.

[color=0054a6][h2]"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH"[/h2]

[i]THUNK-kunk[/i][/color]

The bus had come to a halt in the street, not having skidded to a halt so much as just [i]frozen,[/i] robbed of inertia like a device suddenly drained of its battery power. The boy who had taken the suicidal leap of faith into the transport's path, however, didn't seem to be drained at all by the accident. If anything, he seemed unruffled mentally, even with the several thin trickles of blood on his face and a matted shirt and vest. 

And, in the neon glow of the advertisements that reached to the stars, it was plain to see that his hair now had highlights.

Brennan Griese beamed, revealing bloody gums between his front teeth and his right incisor from his contact with the pavement, and began to run in the direction the shimmer had gone. [i]Fast.[/i]

The dolphin sashimi lay near the puddle of blood left behind by the corpse, gone but not forgotten.