Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:Item3 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 5===

On the labyrinthine ground floor of the warehouse, there was no predicting when a surprise attack might come.

But if you tried to climb up to the narrow catwalk to take a look down from above, there was nowhere to run or hide. Which meant you could become the target of concentrated fire from anywhere.

Kinuhata thought as she fell back through the stadium-sized cold storage warehouse.

(I guess it would be a good idea to hide behind the piles of containers. But that’s only “good”. I super hate that I can’t come up with a great pla-)

The wall next to her suddenly exploded.

She was thrown a few meters through the air. She would have died right then if not for Offense Armor.

“Ugh!? Did the wall’s wiring super burst!?”

“Oh? Are you the sacrificial pawn who gathers information the hard way? This is a big city full of electronics, so my Pumping Bomb will have no trouble killing such an eyesore of a villain.”



Several fiery orange explosions erupted out at once.

A stack of frozen containers swayed unsteadily, throwing white ice particles everywhere.

Frenda was responsible.

She ignored her thin poncho and her short skirt blowing in the blast and she launched all of the small missiles and rockets she had. But…

“Nee hee hee.”

Tanaka Jackal didn’t even try to hide.

Frenda clenched her teeth.

This was why she hated high level espers. But only when they were her enemy.

“In the end, it didn’t work at all? But I used a ton of directional chemical rounds and armor-piercing rounds!!”

“Kee hee. What, are these physical brute force attacks all you’ve got? Then you can’t hope to get through my barrier. I do hate how hard it is to improve my personal score when I’m always doing my job as a defender. Anyway, let’s get this game started. You’re powerless in the face of my Swing Shield!!”



Another part of the warehouse was entirely empty.

At five or six floors up, track suit girl Takitsubo stood on one of the countless metal beams supporting the ceiling.

She held a handgun like she didn’t know what to do with it and her eyes raced around her surroundings.

There they were.

“You poor villain. Aren’t you at least going to use that Body Crystal stuff?”

“Yamada Coyote, right?”

“Pretty sure my power’s the more useful one when it comes to targeting. If you aren’t going to try, I’ll shoot you in the vitals before you have time to regret your decision. No one can escape my Perfection Hit.”

The white uniform girl readied something like a thick cane by pressing it against her shoulder. No, that was no cane. A grip and a stock had been forcibly attached to a small shotgun ordinarily meant for breaking down doors. It could hold at most three rounds, but that must have been enough for Yamada Coyote.

With three shots, she could drive any enemy into a dead end and then kill them.

She was an esper who used that sort of information warfare.

“I, Yamada Coyote, shall serve as your opponent so you might meet a swift death at the hands of my benevolent strike.”

“Is justice part of the drama club?”