Matsura Tsuji
The digital clock above the stove flashed to 12:45. Matsura was seated cross-legged on the couch. On his monitor displayed four camera feeds: one of the exterior of the bar, two of the intercessions, and the other possessed by his team underground. Everyone was getting into their positions. A few more minutes and then his plan would commence.
Matsura had watched a group of HOMURA members, which he recognized to be their king and some of his subordinates, leave the bar a while ago. Perhaps this turn of events would give him an advantage. With the absence of their king, HOMURA members, which still lied within the bar, would react even more sporadically when the bombs denoted. They depended on their king quite a lot, those unorganized hoodlums. Matsura bushed this thought aside for now and focus back on the cameras.
12:50 Teiru scurried along the edge of the coffee table. His moves were frantic and worried. He always got this way whenever Shizu had to leave him behind. Matsura glanced down at the weasel with slight pity. Breaking off a piece of a half eaten cookie on the table, he offered it to the small animal. Teiru sensed his actions and froze. Their eyes interlocked for a brief moment as Matsura placed the piece before him. The rodent sniffed it once, glance back at Matsura, and bolted away under the table. Matsura took his reaction as a complement. It was much better then the snarls he would receive when they first met.
Finally, the hour approached. Matsura fetched the cellphone from his back pocket. Gliding over his fingertip over the touch screen, he sent the signal word out to his clan. The time had come and now it was his job to watch his plan play out before him.
Shizu Sen
Shizu looked down at her phone and gave her group a devilish grin. They waiting, meters away, from the back of the HOMURA headquarters. Two Reds were waiting out back. Luckily, they isn't notice them.
She counted the seconds down in her mind. 4...3...2... Panicked voices called for assistance from the street. The two Reds soon rushed to the others aide. Alone, Shizu direct her team to the back wall. She ushered the three others back with a outstretched arm when they tired to walk past her. She would go first.
She ran her hand over the dusty cobblestone. The familiar warmth of her aura filled her body in an instant. The wall, which had felt rough and hard just before, now flowed through her fingertips like water. She pushed herself through its surface and entered the bar. The others were soon to follow. Colored a pitch black, the bar laid silent before them. Shizu lowered and activated her googles, dismissing her aura at the same time. In her back pocket laid one of Matsura's tiny bugs. She covered it and brushed her thumb along its edge. Signaling the others with a brisk swipe of her hand, Shizu stepped forward into the bar.
It was time to begin.