Omi bounced nervously on the balls of his feet. The other members of Weiss were elsewhere in the spooky-empty business building killing guards and whatever else may stop the data recovery. And if there happened to be a target relating to this mission left around in an office or so, kill them too. Omi didn't like the idea of everyone being so far away lest something big go wrong, which it usually did with his luck. Although the fact that he'd encountered Schwarz and managed to get away with all their lives in tact (yay for passed out and useless assassins, fucking Sims) made him feel a bit more confident.

"Come on, come on. Load. Lo-a-d!" Omi urged the computer.
He was then startled as the lights turned on. He spun around, and after the momentary blindness of the sudden amount of light wore off, was faced with Nagi.

"What are you doing here?" Both boys asked at the same time.

Nagi seemed to recover from his shock first, however, as Omi was sent crashing into a nearby wall well before he even thought to reach for his darts.

Nagi stared at the crumpled teen on the floor in front of him. Took in the trickle of blood along Omi's scalp, the slightly odd angle his neck had taken as he'd fallen. And Nagi suddenly felt anxious.

They'd gotten express orders from Crawford not to kill Weiss. Weiss was needed for their future plans of crushing Esset and eventual global domination and mass chaos, panic, etc. They were going to serve as unwitting pawns, and it was hard to be unwitting pawns while being dead.

Funny. He and Schuldig had started a pool over who was going to blow it first, and all bets had been on Farfarello. It was just a matter of when. Nagi had been second only to Crawford in least likely to fuck it up.

"What's taking so long? Can't you just grab the compu-holy shit!" Schuldig exclaimed upon entering the room.

Nagi turned around quickly. "Ssh!"

"Hey Crawford! Come and see what wonder boy over here did!" Schuldig shouted, a wicked grin on his face.

"Farf did it! Stop it!" Nagi shouted helplessly. He sent an office chair at Schuldig's head, but Schu ducked out of the way easily.

"Trying to do me in too now, are you? Hey Crawford!"

"Shut up!" Nagi screamed. "I covered you when you sold Crawford's DNA to that sketchy pharmaceutical company. And I took the fall when you let Farf out on Ash Wednesday. And you blamed me when you fed the team mascot, Mr. Bubbles the happy hamster to your deranged pets! You owe me!" Nagi yelled.

"Oh sure, I'll cover for the corpse over there." Schuldig argued back. "Okay, this is what we do. You get two sticks and some string. We'll tie him up and turn him into a mannequin. See if anyone notices."

"This is not funny!" Nagi hissed.

"You'll need to get some air freshener too, he's gonna start to stink after awhile." Schuldig continued.

"I figured you were the one who killed Mr. Bubbles." Farfarello said upon entering. "Who killed Bombay?"

"Nagi." Schuldig answered.

"I didn't-I mean-HE ATTACKED ME FIRST!!" Nagi screeched. He was starting to get really nervous. As such, things around the room were wiggling and cracking.

Farfarello bent down next to Omi and inspected him. "For a dead body, he sure does breathe loudly."

"What?" Nagi asked hopefully.

Schuldig joined Farfarello in the body inspection. "Hey yeah, he is still alive. Wait! Wait, he's slipping…"

"What?!" Nagi's face fell.

"Wait, he's back!" Schuldig exclaimed. "Hallelujah! Sorry Farf. Oh, he's dead again."

Nagi fixed a deadly glare on Schuldig. "Is he alive or dead?"

"Hard to tell really. Could go either way. He's breathing pretty shallowly." Schuldig noted.

"Lost him." Farfarello turned to Nagi. Nagi's eyes widened.
Then he heard a voice in his head.

<Wooo-o-o-o-o-o-o…I am the blond Weiss chibi speaking from beyond the gra-a-a-a-a-ave…why did you kill me Nagi? Wo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o…I shall have revenge!>

"Schu get the fuck out of my head!" Nagi yelled, hurling the office chair at Schuldig again. Schuldig dodged it and it hit the wall behind him, then fell onto Omi's prone body.

"Ah!" Nagi exclaimed, quickly sending the office chair to the other side of the room.

"Well that's finished him. That chair." Farfarello noted.

"Yeah, he's a goner now. Good job Nagi. We could've saved him too." Schuldig added.

Nagi was almost hysterically nervous now. The light bulb suddenly blew up.

"What the hell is going on in here, I thought I told you all to keep a low profile!" Crawford snapped, finally entering the office.

"Farf did it!" Nagi chirped.

"How many times do we have to go over this. You can't use Farfarello as an excuse for everything. You're going to own up to this like a man and march over there and tell Crawford you killed the blond kid from Weiss." Schuldig said, evil grin in place.

"What?!" Crawford yelled. "We need them alive for at least another few months!"

"I didn't mean to! I just, he was there and then he was against the wall and there was a crack sound and then I threw the chair-but-I-was-really-trying-to-kill-Schu-and-not-him-"

"Calm down. He's not even dead." Farfarello said, looking at Nagi as though he were very slow.

"But…you all said-" Nagi looked very, very angry. "I hate you all. Even more than I did before and that's saying something! This is a whole new dimension of hate!"

Schuldig and Farfarello collapsed to the ground laughing their asses off at him.

Crawford walked over to Omi's body and prodded it with his foot. An idea occurred to him.

"Nagi, one of the reasons we need Weiss alive is happening within the next week. They're going on a seemingly insignificant mission which is going to set off a chain of important events. I don't believe, in his present state, that Bombay will be able to go on this mission." Crawford noted dryly.

Nagi gulped. This was going to affect him negatively somehow. Shuldig and Farfarello were watching in amusement. Crawford glared at them both.

"Hey, for once it wasn't us!" Schuldig pointed out.

"So…you think he's paralyzed for life?" Farfarello asked. Schuldig snickered.

Crawford cleared his throat very loudly.

"He is not paralyzed for life. He will wake up about two hours from now with temporary memory loss."

"Making him useless for that mission." Nagi muttered.

"Which is why he will have a stand in." Crawford said evasively.

Schuldig looked like he knew where this was going, though Nagi was having a bit of a difficult time following Crawford's train of thought. (He's normally pretty bright, but he was recovering from having the shit scared out of him by his less than sensitive team-mates).

"Why are you all looking at me?" Nagi asked nervously.

SKIPPY SKIPPY

"Omi…are you okay?" Ken asked.

"Oh…yeah, I'm fine." A high pitched voice that didn't quite sound like Omi's answered. Ken could just make him out from the end of the hallway. His movements were a bit stiff and jerky, but it was obviously Omi. "Listen, I got the disc. Tell that blond guy and the red head that I'll be back later. I have…somewhere to go. See ya later!"

Ken blinked again and stared at Omi. He was about thirty feet away at the end of a corridor, halfway behind a wall, at the corner between two hallways, and Ken couldn't get a very good look at him. He shrugged it off, and promised to tell Yohji and Aya that Omi would be back late.

Meanwhile, Schuldig was holding Omi's unconscious body halfway out into the corridor, and Nagi was throwing his voice down the hall. Schuldig dropped Omi onto the ground as soon as Ken left.

"Not the most observant little assassin in the world, is he?" Schuldig noted.

"Come on, we don't have much time before the other two get suspicious. They're a little more intelligent than that first one." Nagi snapped, lifting Omi telekinetically and tugging him towards the exit.

"The blond guy and the red head?" Crawford asked.

"I was on the spot, okay? I didn't remember their names." Nagi muttered.

"You'll have to work on your Omi-voice." Schuldig added. "It may have worked on that idiot over there, but it won't fool the other two. High pitched yes, but not puberty high pitched."

"Look, if you think you can do a better job then why don't you pose as Omi!" Nagi yelled.

"Oh no, you're not using that one on me again!" Schuldig snapped back.

"I could just see that. Bombay growing a few feet, hair suddenly changes color. Fashion sense goes from flamingly gay to just horrible. All in the course of two hours." Crawford mused.

"Horrible? And what is wrong with the way I dress?" Schulodig demanded.

"Where do you want me to start?" Crawford returned.