Hirito woke to the smell of stale coffee and cigarettes and the steady beat of a heart monitor. He cracked one eye open and surveyed the room.
Sitting in the chair opposite him in the hospital was a large white man. Gaijin, thought Hirito and sighed mentally.
“Well how y’all doing this fine morning” the big man boomed, his Texan drawl grating across Hirito’s brain. “I understand you went and got yourself filled with bullet holes. It would not happen to have anything to do with that little incident at MCT yesterday, would it?"
Hirito grunted and raised himself up in the hospital bed to look at the Lone Star investigator. “No”, he replied. “Personal business to do with honour… Not that I expect you to understand that.”
The big man’s cheeks flushed red with anger. “I may or may not understand that. But I do know they found bullet wounds that match the calibre of a certain MCT helicopter response team and that that same team came under magical attack.” He snorted and threw his crumpled coffee cup at garbage can. It hit the rim but then fell out dribbling some coffee on the floor. “I do know that you then appeared several hours later, in this hospital, courtesy of DocWagon. And I do know that if you don’t start co-operating you’re going to prison where your honour will not stop you from being used like a little boy.”
Hirito sat up and quietly pulled out a sheet of paper from the nearby drawer and started to fold it. The Lone Star investigator leaned forward to get a better look. Hirito handed him the origami-folded paper, “Here you take this, I don’t need it but it looks like you do”.
Anger once again filled the investigator’s face as he crumpled up and threw the paper rat to the ground, stalking out of the hospital room. As he left he called behind himself, “You better watch out, Jap boy, we have our eye on you”.
Smiling every so slightly Hirito lay down and went back to sleep.