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Of the 12 columns that supported the building, two had been damaged in multiple places due to the bombing, and a third of the windows were broken. Outside, a snowstorm raged with all its violence, hitting everything in its way, such as streetlights and trees. The main stairs, once completely white, were now stained with blood all around. The initial fire had lost much of its intensity, but small fires were occasionally scattered on the lower levels.

“You’ve gone wild, haven’t you?” said a boy with a physique resembling a bedside lamp, bony and narrow but with a big head and black wavy hair, making his way by kicking away the rubble on the stairs. To the right of the stairs was a plumper young man and a boy with a worried expression and a vigilant look. All three wore long black clothes like crows and carried a one-meter and forty-centimeter rifle. The boy behind Archangel, in particular, kept fidgeting with the rifle, almost like an animal trying to escape.

“How many have you killed?”

“A dozen girls and twenty boys,” replied the lamp-eared boy as he descended the stairs. Then he turned his attention to the boy behind his comrade. “Who is he?”

“He’s one of us. I recruited him, and I think he’ll be worth it,” the plump guy replied.

The lamp-eared boy completed his descent and approached the two, stopping at a distance of more than a meter. The boy was a little uneasy since he was meeting him for the first time, especially in that manner, but he tried to stay serious.

Stain knelt down and turned directly to him, bringing a hand to the boy’s cheek and holding the rifle vertically with the other.

“How should I address you, little one?”

The boy swallowed, then opened his mouth and pronounced every syllable as clearly as possible with a ringing tone.

“My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>…”

“Ssstt”

Aeron realized that he had two fingers blocking his words, which were dirty and smelled absurdly of gunpowder.

“This is neither the time nor the place to use your real name. Archangel may have mentioned your code name already.”

Aeron still had his fingers covering his mouth, so he pushed his head down twice, precisely and composedly.

“Lightning,” he mumbled. “That’s the code name I’ve chosen.”

“Lightning. Good, I understand,” replied Stain.

There were a few long moments of drowned and embarrassed silence. Stain had shifted his gaze and was staring at Archangel - his friend along with Lightning - with a reproachful look. There were no words, but that gesture clearly meant, “Where the hell did you find this kid?”

“As for you,” he said as a desperate move to break the silence. “Are you Kommander or Frankenstein?”

“Stein is fine, thanks for asking,” then hesitated. “By the way, where is he?” asked Archangel.

For the second time, an embarrassing silence ensued, and Lightning had the feeling that he was responsible for it again.

“He’s still upstairs, I presume,” replied Stain.

“He should hurry up,” continued Archangel. “The special forces will be here any moment, and I want to be out of here when they arrive.”

Stain looked at his watch. “Strange. It’s always so precise.”

“Do you think we should call him?” asked Archangel, as he brought his hand to the pocket where he had the transceiver (they could not use regular phones).

“I’m already here,” echoed a voice.

An athletic, tall young man descended from the second floor, and the place fell silent again. His steps echoed throughout the building and had a regular and composed rhythm. Lightning, who had never seen Kommander, narrowed his eyes to see who had come down the stairs. To begin with, his clothes were not black, at least not entirely. Some parts of the suit were blue and white. He had a typical western boy’s face, even beautiful, Lightning thought, with turquoise eyes and tame hair. The complexion, on the other hand, was just slightly yellowish, but Lightning guessed it was because of the murders, and he was relieved not to be the only one suffering from unhealthy effects.

“Where were you?” Stain spoke with an annoyed tone.

“Have you seen Stullenbird?” Kommander asked. His voice is as soft as clouds, Lightning thought.

Archangel seemed puzzled. “You’re not still chasing after that bastard, are you?”

“I almost killed him. I was so close,” Kommander said once he arrived on the ground. “But Wakendos and a girl got in the way, and he escaped.”

“We haven’t seen him. Time flies when you’re having fun,” said Archangel.

Lightning looked up. “Come to think of it,” and he stopped because he realized how sharp his voice was compared to the others. “The elevator was on the ground floor a little while ago. When I went down to pick up the fourth rifle, I don’t remember seeing the lights on.”

The boy felt stared at.

“Now we know how he did it. He’s probably outside, but with the snowstorm, he couldn’t have gone far,” said Archangel.

Lightning smiled timidly, glad that the mind behind that operation had recognized him as one of them without question.

“I’m glad to meet you, kid. The DB needs all the help it can get for our cause, especially at this stage.”

Lightning blushed slightly. “Th…thank you.”

“Well, gentlemen. You’ve made your decision in complete freedom, and it’s time to face the consequences. From now on, we’re terrorists. There’s no turning back,” said Kommander, clearing his throat.