Key Six: Records:
Komui couldn’t understand it. How could so many files go missing after the Great Crash? How did the higher-ups not notice? They couldn’t be the ones involved in a malicious cover-up, could they? Komui shook his head. The higher-ups wouldn’t do something like that, would they? He turned around when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The female official shook her head. Komui drew his mouth closed.
“Right,” he said. “Did you want something?”
“Are you okay to do this?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said in a low voice. The female angel took in a deep breath.
“Okay,” she said. They turned back to their notes.
“What are we looking for?” the female angel asked.
“I don’t know...” Komui said. His mind went back to the Great Crash two years ago.
Komui led the South unit in the war. It was his job to send out the troops, make the reports, and send them back to Heaven. The deadline to report back would be six in the evening. At the same time, that when the battles would end. The angels couldn’t wrap their head around their faceless enemy. They couldn’t question it because the higher-ups lacked the knowledge needed to answer. Ikebukuro and most of Tokyo had been dead for months. The rest of the Woman in Red’s poison had an iron grasp on Japan itself. It was too late to save that country, but maybe they could stop the rest of the world from sharing Japan’s same fate.
At the time of the Great Crash, Komui’s team was on patrol. For days, nothing came up. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. It’s been quiet, too quiet. He had his own questions, but everyone assured him that it would be alright.
“You’re imagining things,” they told him. “Relax, it’s fine.” Still, his instinct was saying, “Not so fast.” The whole day, he expected the other shoe to drop hard. In the meantime, he buried himself in more paperwork. Komui happened to look outside his office window.
“That can’t be right,” he said. “It’s not supposed to rain today.” It didn’t take long for the angel to figure out something was wrong. When he did, Komui jumped up from his chair and ran out the door.
The female angel looked over the files.
“What will you do once you find what you are looking for?” she asked. Komui shook his head.
“I have no idea yet,” he said. He looked through the files again. “Say, what division did you lead?”
“The East unit.”
“What was the weather like on your end?”
The female angel gave him a strange look. “Why?”
“Please. This is really important. What was the weather like?”
His colleague dug in her brain for an answer. “It was really bright and sunny then.”
“Were there thick black clouds?” Komui asked. She shook her head.
“No?” he asked.
“There wasn’t a cloud in the sky,” the female angel said.
“Are you sure?” Komui asked.
“Yes,” she said. Her stern tone told her everything he needed to know. The male angel pulled back and cleared his throat.
“Well, okay,” he said. The female angel tilted her head.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked. “Are you saying that your unit was…?”
“I won’t know until I check something out here,” Komui replied. He picked up the battle records dating on the day of the Great Crash. Six units were out on patrol that day. Red and Orange were nowhere near the battlefield at the time. The West unit was supposed to be near the edge of the Shirakami-Sanchi at the time. Only East, North, and South were right on the field. It was supposed to be a slow day. One detail struck out to Komui on the report.
“Why was it that only my unit saw the black clouds?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” the female angel asked.
“Come look at this file,” Komui said. “Do you notice anything odd?” His colleague looked at the weather conditions of all the reports. Her eyes widened as she began to see a pattern.
“This can’t be right,” the lady angel said.
“Exactly,” he said. The female angel looked up at him.
“Why would someone want to target your unit?” she asked. Komui shook his head.
Meanwhile, the angels couldn’t help but notice that someone was watching them from outside. They had to speak in hushed tones as they worked. Komui looked over at his colleague.
“You shut all the windows in this apartment, right?” he asked.
“Yes,” the woman said.
“Want to do another check around the apartment?”
Both angels got up and walked around the apartment, looking at all the doors and windows. Komui hid the files they had on the table before they began their search. They looked around the apartment about three times. Once everything looked fine, they came back to the living room and got back to work.
They still weren’t so trusting with their investigation. Someone could be watching them.
Komui and his colleague had no idea how right they were.