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The third conscious occupant in the room stood there holding a small box-shaped object carved with red runes that had a countdown timer that said something like 5:32 on it, ticking down by the second, and waited patiently for Shu and Rep to say their peace.

"I found the beeping," Carl said helpfully, and shook it as the timer counted down to around four minutes, "it kind of reminds me of a bomb." He shook it.

Mark was still unconscious.

"Not kind of!" Shu exclaimed in surprise but corrected Carl. "It's literally a bomb." She nervously gestured him not shaking the box like it's a mystery toy with some frequent hops. In the lapse of a minute, Shu never think she could see a bomb ticking down outside of a movie. Her mind was occupied with incompleted solutions to save them out and keep the place intact when Rep grabbed the bomb from the boy, said some words and fled like a horse.

The full hunter's action somehow reminded Shu what she should really do, not amazed by she was in an action movie's scenario but to share work for efficency. She looked around one last time for any suspcious items before talking to Carl. "I think we need to move Uncle Mark to infimary, he needs some treatment so that we could know what's going on."

The weight of a normal adult meant Shu couldn't do the job alone, Carl's assistance was necessary. "Um......I will hold his hands and you grab the legs. If we're lucky, we could meet another hunter to help us." She'd thought she went to infimary and bring someone back to check the Death Assistant. Yet, she felt worried to have let Carl stay in the office alone. She didn't forget the trainee was like an armless civilian even he's special.

Meanwhile, she got concerned of Rep's safety, he was carrying a bomb. She picked out her phone and stared at it for a while, before began to drag Mark gently. Hopefully Rep will contact her soon.

"I know, but we can't leave him here." Shu replied, the Death Assistant continued his squirmy twitches like one of his many minions while being sprayed pesticides on top. "All right, I grab the legs, you grab the hands." The petite Death seemed to approve his comment and reaction and didn't mind to switch their position. They got no time to spare with trivial matters like that.

ROLL 2



Not the dorms, not the training fields, he needed to make it to the edge of the island, away from people and resources.

The bomb kept ticking down.

Nothing happened at first, and then there was a soft crack and a bright flash of white as the shoreline waves rippled-

- And then a searing plume of red in the distance as a thick dust of sand spilled out all directions and then a louder, more prominent roar that cause Rep's ears to ring sharply, and knocked him easily off his feet-

- then silence again.

The good news was the lighthouse seemed to have taken minimal damage, mostly just scorched. The bad news was quite a large portion of the beach next to the lighthouse was now made of scorched black glass, hopefully nobody had the great idea of wanting a nice tan next to the lighthouse anytime soon. The best news however, was the number of potentially countless lives Rep had saved, and the helicopter that clearly did not belong to Deus flying away in the distance.



"It's okay," Carl insisted, still trying to be polite, "here, how about I'll take the box of donuts and you take his-his feet. I'll keep an eye out for corners," he said helpfully.

He backed up a little bit as the pool of blood around Mark slightly expanded.

Mark wasn't too difficult to move, mostly just made of puffy overweight clothing and baggy pants. As Shu dragged him, an assortment of phone cords, headphones, cell phones, usb chips, and about every single piece in between fell out from his pockets.

"Corner here," Carl said helpfully, before lingering behind a bit to let Shu pass. A brief look of annoyance crossed his face at the trail of junk leading a literal path to the office, and he removed the plastic bag packaging from the box of donuts and began to pick up everything that wasn't coated in blood along the way, avoiding the paint smear of red Mark was leaving behind down the hallway.

They got as far as the stairs before it seemed like it was a really bad idea to drag Mark down those and about a minute later, Carl showed up with a surprisingly full bag of junk and emptied the whole thing into a nearby recycle bin. "Stairs here," he prompted, still making absolutely no gesture to help with the Mark predicament.

Shu hauled the man who was taller than her with difficulties, it wasn't a smooth run at all. Occasionally she could hear some noises around but she didn't notice besides the blood streak they were making along, small objects also dropped.

Forgive she never need to drive, so the corner turn wasn't successful. While his upper part passed said corner, his legs were a burden. They stuck there, somehow locked with the wall's nintey-degree. She pushed Mark's body a few steps backward and tried again. This time his shoes hooked with the corner, she looked at his feet quietly with a look as if she'd cut them off to facilitate the moving. Glady, the petite Death simply pulled forward and in the process, a shoe was taken off without notice.

She'd well spend her time for spars instead of dragging a out cold person. It was exhausting to be honest. Finally they reached the stairs but the stairs. She had no idea why a out cold Mark would still giving them so much troubles, for a second, she simply wanted to abandon him. It was just a whim of course, the man was an important resource to the division despite his ridiculous deeds.

"We can't roll his body down like this." She frowned, perturbed in solving their problem. Carl's action somehow enlightened her, she put down Mark and went to push something with a wheel back. She carefully sat him inside, together with junks that were his belongings. The bin was half filled so the Death Assitant could be positioned like he was in a tank. "Alright, that should make us go faster." She happily annouced, didn't disagree with the idea of "trash belongs to trashcan" came across her mind.

That magically worked well when she controled the bin downstairs, the set-up would absorb most of the vibrations and reduce the friction against the floor. She was quite proud of her quick thinking and hope Mimsy would approve her. "Let's see, the infirmary's.....this way!" The huge chaos took place on the island meant they rarely encountered anyone on their way, or they'd see the Death Assitant sat in a recycle bin with a petite girl steering and a boy holding a box of donuts as if they were having fun in supermarket. She was a pretty good driver, sadly Mark missed the once-in-a-life experience of it.