[Olivia Favager]

In her younger years– you know, back when Olivia's parents had still cared about their daughter– they had always had at least one, if not two, bodyguards that protected their children. As magnates in the hospitality industry, they were affluent enough to garner the attention of high-profile criminal organizations. To kidnap one of Favager triplets then offer their freedom at a ransom would be easy money. Thus, hiring security was necessary in order to safeguard their childrens' well-being.

Even in her younger years, Olivia had been ever cautious– ready to scurry to safety at her bodyguard's behest, or to fight for her own safety with tooth and nail.

Being disowned had made her sloppy. Each Sunday, she'd take a bus to the woods in the Eastern part of the Tokyo prefecture to have a picnic lunch and reading session with King. Then, while the light was still good, he'd see her back to the bus stop so that Olivia was back in time for dinner. It happened like clockwork each Sunday… and someone else had taken notice.

She hadn't even made it to the bus stop, when they found her. A cargo van hopped up onto the curb, and two pairs of well-muscled hands shot out from the open side-door and hauled her in. Olivia shrieked, kicking and flailing, as something sharp was plunged into her shoulder.

The world went fuzzy… and then went black

***

It was nighttime before anyone had noticed that Olivia was gone. Her usual dinner-group, not seeing her at their usual rendezvous spot, called her phone. They knew that she "went to visit a friend" on Sunday's. But when she didn't answer, curiosity became concern. Olivia always answered her phone.

The teacher in-charge of their dormitory was alerted, then the police were alerted– and, rather surreptitiously, the search for Olivia was set into motion. This time, it was a police dispatcher and a detective that attempted to call her phone– and this time, someone answered.

"H-hello? Olivia Favager speaking…"

It was Olivia. Her voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, but her answer was fairly normal…

"Favager-san," the detective– a young woman with a clear voice greeted, "This is Fujioka, from your class! Do you have a minute?"

The detectives name was Fujioka, but she was not from Olivia's class. The detective and the dispatcher watched one of many screens, which bore a road map of the immediate area from above.

"Ah, sorry, no," Olivia quivered, "I'm quite busy at the moment. Can I call you back?"

The map reoriented itself so that it was over Tokyo Bay.

“It’s just a quick question, Favager-san! About the math homework? I’m at a total loss…”

There was a terse, murmured phrase from a distinctly male voice– but the words that they uttered were completely unintelligible.

“What… part of the math homework? Sorry, I’m a little pressed for time, but I’ll see if I can explain it.”

The map zoomed-in on Kawasaki, on the northwestern side of the Bay.

“I’m at a loss on the quadratic equation,” Detective Fujioka said, “I keep trying to calculate it out, but… my answers don’t match what’s in the back of the book…”

A pregnant pause. The map focused further-in on Kawasaki ward.

“I always g-get confused w-w-with the negative signs,” Olivia stammered, “When you write the problem out, make sure you don’t forget which numbers are positive and which are negative-”

The map zoomed further, on the outermost islands that faced the Bay, near Kawasaki Marien.

“-it’s really hard to say if that’s your problem, or not. I’d have to see your work in-person. M-m-maybe tom- augh!”

The male voice interjected, and Olivia’s offer broke-off in a yelp. She started to cry, but something muffled the impending sobs.. The cell phone continued to ping in that area, plopping new circles in that vicinity on the map.

At least Olivia was stationary… and, based-on the phone conversation, alive... but, time was of the essence.

The call went dead.

[Sora Nakoma]

"... and that's the end of the recording, Dericho." Spoke a woman sitting across from Sora, her own tone a bit shaky. Once word had reached him about a student of UAU being kidnapped, the young hero immediately volunteered to look into things. Those students were the future of Japan's hero community, and on top of that from what little he knew about the victim in this case, Olivia, she had never done anything even remotely close to deserving such a fate.

He was approaching the island where Olivia was being held captive via a helicopter. Fortunately, the girl had managed to keep the phone call going for long enough that they could get a rough idea of where she was. He wasn't planning on wasting any time, only still in his seat so he knew as much as he could about what he was getting into with his current mission.

"Have they made any demands yet?" He asked, lightly rubbing at the lens of his goggles as he prepared himself for his entry. The woman shook her head. "No, not yet. We're not sure if there's been some sort of issue or if they trying to see how desperate her family will get, or what. But as you could probably tell, time is pretty sensitive here."

He nodded, understanding, and stood up as another man slid the door of the helicopter open. Sora pulled his goggles up to cover his eyes, the helicopter not bothering to stop on its path. He turned to the woman he had been talking to. "I'll be sure to contact you once I know the full situation or have the girl safe. Keep moving! I'll be fine from here."

The woman barely had the time to acknowledge his instructions before Sora jumped out of the helicopter down towards the island, eyes shielded from the fierce winds of his descent by his goggles. The hero was under no illusion that his entrance would go unnoticed, but the real question was if the kidnappers would be able to stop him.

A watchman spotted Sora and trained his gun on the descending figure, his aim centering just in time to see the intruder reach up to his chest to pull the chord on his parachute. The sail opened up and Sora began gliding down... straight towards the man?! He cursed under his breath and had trouble deciding whether to take aim or reach for his walkie talkie to report the incident, but as he looked up at the man he realized that he was approaching unusually fast; Sora was using his control over the wind to guide his parachute more precisely.

Just before the guard could fire off a shot, Sora released his parachute and propelled himself forward with a powerful blast of wind, tackling into the criminal and bringing him to the ground. Sora quickly disarmed the man, throwing his gun into a nearby pond and stealing his walkie talkie as the parachute landed a few meters away. His hand was clutched over the man's mouth, his blue horns and the sharp glare of his green eyes making the normally friendly hero come across as much more threatening. "Your call-sign; now." He instructed in a quiet but commanding tone. "And tell me everything you can about this whole operation. Afterwards I'm going to restrain you out of sight. Make any more trouble for me, and this rescue operation's gonna get a whole lot messier. Blink slowly if you understand."

Olivia Favager