Tsumiki ignored the arguments and veiled threats and kept his features composed. "I have given you due warning," He said flatly, turning around to leave. "If anybody not sanctioned by the proper authorities is caught trying to track, kill or capture the criminal in question, they shall be detained without further discussion." He put just a little extra emphasis on the word 'caught', as if he was trying to hint at something. As he walked out the door, he had one further thing to add.

"Ray, if you don't think Judgement or Anti-Skill, the people trained to hunt down criminal espers, can handle this person, what exactly do you think a ragtag group of untrained highschool students is going to accomplish? Be careful, this is real danger. It's easy to get in over your head." Without waiting for a response, he pushed his way back outside.

Once he was far enough away, he leaned against the nearest wall and held his hand up to chest height. Focusing a little bit, he stood still as sparks played across his fingers. His hair raised up around his head, and all of a sudden he turned and slammed his fist into the wall.

"That was stupid, what was I thinking? They're going to get themselves killed, and it'll be my fault for not stopping them." He turned and slumped against the wall, resting his arms on his knees, unaware that a trickle of blood was winding it's way down his fingers.