Advent Noion

5

the door once more is opened, this time forcefully, by a group of uniformed men storming inside, their spirits armed, halfway encircling him and herself.

startled, she backs off jfion, covering her chest and groin, "eh? who-"

the older man with a mustache stops to rub the splintered door frame admiringly as he enters the room, "hmm, very well done-"

the older man shakes his head in disapproval, pointing down to her, "you've caused us plenty of trouble this past week, but now-"

he stands up, his hands above him, face marked with fear, almost in tears. "i confess! i'm a spy, yes, but i haven't even found out anything! please, have mercy!"

the older man stares for a moment, checking the paperwork in his left hand, and then addresses all of his men, "who is this fellow?"

silence.

the older man waves his hand, shooing him, "well, don't fucking stand there! someone get him out of here!"

confused, jfion looks around as he is cuffed and escorted away, "wait. wait, what is-"

the older man points at her, glancing over his paperwork, "miss nisida: for reasons as follows-"

he mumbles incoherently, before coughing, "kaa! and so, you are hereby under arrest for suspected involvement in one or more ongoing-"

she interrupts, "hey, what was that? you mumbled! let me see that paperwork!

clarel chimes in from her bed, "frauuud!"

he addresses his men with a swooping arm gesture, before turning around to leave, "make the arrest!"

-

she whines, "can't i have some clothing?"

the lady holds up a parcel, smiling, "only if you say: please."

she groans, "ughh. really?"

silence.

she rolls her eyes, "pleeeeease! now give me some fucking clothes!"

the lady drops the parcel, shaking her head as she leaves, "oh, dear. not with that attitude."

she gasps, trying to catch it, "gah! hang on! at least free my arms so-"

the lady shuts the door behind her.

she stares at the parcel of clothing at her feet.

-

the well-dressed man with a cane enters the room, speaking with someone else outside, "...and that's how it typically-"

they halt. she is lying on the floor, nude, hands cuffed behind her back, and her mouth busily gnawing at the half-opened parcel held in place with her neck.

he glances at the sign on the door, then back to her, "...miss nisida?"

-

sitting across from the well-dressed man at the table, she stretches, "whew! it's been a week, no, maybe two since i've had clothing."

he slowly nods, "right."

she leans back in her chair, looking around the room, "this is nice."

confused, he smiles, "miss nisida, do you know why you're here?"

she closes her eyes, shaking her head, "it's a phony arrest! i already know you're all frauds, you just want me for my-"

he slides a photo in front of her, "do you recognize this location?"

the corner building from the drill survey.

she pauses for a moment, but pushes the photo back, shaking her head, "no, should i?"

confused, he pushes the photo toward her once more, "are you certain? think hard. you were here with another freelancer-"

he glances to more paperwork laid out on the table, "with miss clarel, you two were here-"

she cocks her head, grinning, "clarel? what happened to her?"

surprised, he rubs his chin, "you... you don't remember?"

she groans, "ugh, i was just with her when you arrested me?"

he writes something down, nodding, "i see-"

he gathers all the paperwork, exiting the room, "...as i suspcted. give me a moment, i'll be back shortly."

-

light streams in through her window as another helix frees itself, shaking the dried-out pots of noion, her metalware, and everything else left lying loose as she pillows her face against the blaring sirens.

-

a grainy voice chirps out, "hoy, nisida? nisida, ya back yet?"

she grabs the spirit-ear from the dresser and speaks into it, still half-asleep, "uh... whah?"

the spirit-mouth continues chirping above her bed, "welcome back. ya get the memo?"

she rubs at her eyes, "memo... is this kampo?"

"ya, seems you're relieved. dunno what happened to clarel, but heard ya-"

she sits up in her bed, "eh! relieved?"

"ya, have to ask the bureau why though."

she yawns, "aaaah... damn."

"already sent ya belongins home, should be-"

she groans, "ugh, okay. thanks, ka-"

and accidentlly drops the spirit-ear onto the floor.

-

she enters the neet office complex, looking for jfion, and carefully trying to avoid someone.

a voice from behind her calls out, "nisida!"

she jumps, startled, but turns to face the bearded man, "eh, it's only you-"

she returns, facing the roster, looking for jfion, "sorry, i'm busy, but can you tell me where jfion is?"

he laughs, pulling a marker out from his jumpsuit, "apparently midheaven didn't need him around any longer!"

concerned, looking at his spotty beard, she repeats herself "where is he?"

he answers while laughing, crossing out jfion's name from the roster, "discharged!"

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