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Hi!"
"What the fuck," a random cop deadpanned.
Yeah, that basically sums up this situation.
Let’s recap
It was supposed to be a simple raid. Anonymous intel was given about a suspicious abandoned warehouse that was located downtown Hosu. That being said, the Hosu Police force, Pro-Hero Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi decided that there was no need for that much people. Arriving at the scene, the warehouse looked just like the intel said. Abandoned.
Well, it appeared abandoned.
Entering the Warehouse was a whole other fish to fry. Not only was it not abandoned, but it appeared that there was some form of illegal human experimentations at work if the files scattered on the floor had anything to say with that. That, and there was blood on the walls.
And a dead body in the corner over there.
Case in point, the warehouse was not abandoned.
Also, it was not a warehouse.
It was and underground facility. Illegal too.
Joy.
Investigating deeper, they pose of officers and a single hero discovered that the building had at least two or three dozen levels, all structured underground. Reaching the lower levels, the investigators found more corpses all wearing lab coats with identification labels. Aizawa himself found a female corpse with the identification labeled Section_2-SBI. He did not recognize the characters SBI, but hopefully, he'll find out tonight.
Just as he was about to see if there was more to identify, a sharp scream permitted through the air. Turning, he saw an officer running from one of the lower levels. Jogging over, he made it to the crowd of officers worrying over the frightened officer.
"What's going on over here?"
A young male answered the hero, eyes worried. "We're not sure, he just came running from the lower level. We’re not certain of wat he saw.”
Aizawa peered down at the officer once more and crouched to make eye contact with him. (Truly disgusting)
"Hey," he caught the others attention "What did you see?"
Aizawa had no time for this. Tonight has been nothing but pure bull piling up one after the other. He wants to go home dammit. The officer licked his lips in hesitation.
"There's- I saw some sort of demon down there," Aizawa made locked eyes with Tsukauchi at that statement.
‘Demon?’
"Demon?" He brought his attention back to the officer. The officer nodded.
"Yes, I saw glowing red eyes? It carried the outline of someone around 6'3 or something. And- and the feeling,” he cut himself off shuddering. Before anyone could ask the officer anymore questions, a voice echoed through the room.
"Well, that's just fucking rude."
Everyone turned to the dark corridor where the voice echoed through, but they couldn't see who it was. Some officers rose their guns while Aizawa readied his quirk.
"See, even random strangers think you're ugly," Was. Was that a kid's voice? What the fuck is a child doing down here?
Shut up, child." It was definitely a kid. Young too.
"I'M NOT A FUC-" Okay, wow. So the kid has a temper.
"Be quiet, SBI_04" SBI? Aren't those the weird identification digits he saw earlier?
"Go fuck yourself, you pigeon bitch" What.
"I am a duck, first of all-"
"Both of you shut your mouths before I decide to make it impossible for you to talk. Permanently," Yikes. The two stayed silent.
Aizawa decided that he was too tired for the shenanigans of those whoever where hiding in the darkness of the corridor.
"Whoever you are, please make your way to the front of the hallways where I can see you,” He demanded.
“How about you go fuck yourself.” Little shit.
“DT_02! We really don’t need any unnecessary conflict right now.”
“Yeah, yeah….”
Great, now he’s even more exhausted. And irritated.
Before Aizawa could bark out another demand, over a dozen or so persons dressed in all white began to walk from the dark hallway.
“Hi!”
“What the fuck.”
He wants to go home.