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How incredibly annoying it was to wait around to be picked up. Chiaki sat there in the dust and debris, old blood staining the bottom of her sweatpants. Somebody from Future Foundation had to come by soon. Her whole plan hinged on it: She intended to let herself be captured, to feign innocence and convince whoever took her in that she was an innocent survivor, and then... and then...
...and then what? She didn’t actually know. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. Her mind was mostly static these days, jumping from one topic to the other, everything a blur since Junko had died. She doubted she’d be able to act “normal” enough to fool them for long, but she didn’t know what else to do with herself.
Chiaki scratched at the wound under the cloth mask she wore that obscured the lower half of her face. Doing so, she opened it up again, but she didn’t care. She brought her hand away again and wiped the blood away on her shirt. Where were they? She’d caused a stir just a few hours ago, the remaining people in this city panicking and herding themselves into a nearby building where they could radio for help. Once that was done, she’d lit the fuse and blown the building up.
No big deal, but rumor had it Future Foundation was hot on the trail of her fellow Remnants. They probably couldn’t resist something like this. She imagined helicopters whirling, soldiers coming pouring out, a huge fuss being made... she definitely didn’t imagine they’d come in quietly, and one lone agent would find her there amidst the rubble.
