That's ridiculous!
If they don't like it, they can leave!
Poverty and oppression are--
Calm down for a moment.
Let's see what the people think.
I'm voting for Coal Mozeleemay. He cares about rights for Semanians.
They say a Semanian shot Kahns!
I'm voting for Tourte! I want the aliens out of here.
I don't care who it is, as long as they reduce crime in San-Teresa!
Interest in the upcoming mayoral elections continues to rise...
It's what the people want! Every day there are more anti-Semanian protests.
--It's violence. And it won't solve anything. --So this is democracy?
--The other day, there was an unfortunate incident... --We're leaving.
--But the real cause is... --Okay.
Fifteen years ago, a hyperspace gate appeared in the middle of the Pacific.
Beyond the gate lay a strange world filled with fairies and monsters.
Kariaena Island. The city of San-Teresa.
This city is Earth's "front door."
Over two million citizens from both worlds live here.
A mixture of different races and diverse cultures, haves and have-nots...
The world's newest "city of dreams."
But in the shadows of all this chaos lurked countless crimes.
Drugs. Prostitution.
Weapons smuggling.
The San-Teresa Metropolitan Police maintained
a special unit to deal with these crimes.
I see.
Sorry, but do it.
They can't get any info at all on the gun that shot Kahns.
What do you mean?
They should be able to guess even if it were smuggled or stolen. But they have nothing.
It's a common weapon. But then...
What an obnoxious poster.
I'm starting to wonder if he's not that bad a guy.
Are you serious?
I'm just being sarcastic.
We're here.
Kei, if we meet Mozeleemay...
Forget about Zoey for now.
But...
Remember why we're here today.
Any of those "dead guys" around?
No, it seems.
I don't smell any latena.
Detective Matoba?
You're... Randall, right?
Yup. Kevin Randall.
It's been a while.
He's a journalist. He interviewed me once.
See you later, Randall. Sorry, I'm on the clock.
They got you on the case of the murdered mayoral candidate?
No comment.
Are you Matoba's new partner?
You look like a Semanian.
I'm...
No comment.
Detective Matoba!
I'll send you an email. Let's talk soon.
Sure, sure.
It's important, really.
Read my message.
So I told him, "Okay, but you have to vote for me..."
Who's there?
Matoba with the San-Teresa police.
Good to see you again.
Sorry, guys, I need some privacy.
Okay.
So you were a detective, huh?
Yup.
I'd like to talk about the mayoral race...
I've got nothing to say.
If you have questions, send an email to my staff.
Oh, why not talk to them?
Marla...
You have nothing to hide.
So act like it.
You're the great politician who rose up to help Semanians in poverty.
Now ask your questions, Detective.
Okay, let's start with Kahns, the murdered candidate.
It was...
A terrible shame.
Since it happened, we've been doing thorough checks of everyone
who comes on to the premises.
The rumor is that you'll get at least 200,000 votes now that he's dead.
Any comments on that?
Our polling shows that Tourte will be getting 300,000.
My husband is in danger of losing the election.
We're trying to find a way to turn things around.
So if Tourte bites it next, you won't have to worry about that.
Detective, we're civilized people.
If we tried to resolve differences of opinion with guns,
the whole town would turn into a battlefield...
With the power to control the dead, you wouldn't need weapons.
Control the dead?
I've heard that there are mildey like that.
But you're aware that normal Semanians can't use it, right?
Bonah Exedilica.
I'm afraid we're out of time. Please leave. Right, honey?
R-Right.
What's your take?
I was reminded of the fact that Coal Mozeleemay is no leader.
Yeah. His wife's got him by the balls.
--If anything... --You felt it too?
Marla Mozeleemay.
She stinks worse than her perfume.
Then Zoey was also...
Calm down. Right now we want more info.
I'd like to talk to Tourte too.
Wait! We need to figure out what's going on first.
San-Teresa police. Help us out.
Detectives? Um...
Who was shot?
M-Mr. Mozeleemay.
The opening speech just concluded and he got on the stage.
Look.
Can you follow the perp?
W-We're trying.
But I don't know whether we can ID him with our AI...
I used his clothing and body size to run a search,
but there are 91 candidates. No, 92.
Walking speed.
Eliminate anybody moving over 10 kmph.
Or anybody who pushed the person in front of them.
At times like this, assassins don't run.
They try to blend in with the fleeing crowds.
We're down to 31.
Now try the number of times they turn around.
Eliminate anyone who turns around three times in ten seconds.
Seventeen.
Excited people open their mouths. Eliminate them too.
We're down to three.
Let me see them.
Where's this guy?
In the north side lobby on the first floor. He may have already fled outside...
--Where's the north side lobby? --That way!
Shield of law, protection of the war god.
This is a dangerous area! Follow instructions and...
This is the police! Make way!
Calm down!
Hey!
Water. Sand. Water. Light.
Ripples of scent.
Remnants of color.
Water. Sand. Water. Light.
Ripples of scent.
Remnants of color.
There, Kei!
You in the black suit, stop!
Hands above your head, nice and slow--
Kei, shoot!
Shit!
Kizenya!
Damn it all!
Kei, let's follow him!
Damn it... Something's...
--Let me borrow your car! --I-I don't have any money!
No, I'm with the police!
I'm borrowing your car!
Please don't crash it...
Thank you for your cooperation!
Tilarna Exedilica's current location.
V-21 to HQ!
I am in pursuit of the suspect who shot Coal Mozeleemay,
in the vicinity of New Compton.
Suspect is a Semanian male, approximately 5'9".
Wearing a black suit. Suspect is armed.
Roger. Sending nearby cars as backup.
Hurry, please!
There!
Don't move!
Curses of Beyadah upon you!
Don't!
Kei, why did you stop me?
'Cause you were about to commit a murder. Cool it.
More fundamental rights?
I'm asking you to do your best.
Even if it ends up with a bad result.
I'll remember that.
But...
Do you honestly expect him to tell us who's behind this?
Any last words? I'll listen.
Oh, Leeze...
What?
I thank you.
What?
What's going on?
Mildina zarhf.
What?
Transformation magic.
It seems to have worn off partway through.
I noticed when I was chasing him.
This guy's from Earth!
Yeah. And a warrior.
He was using mildey of his own free will as he fought me.
Zelada's puppets couldn't do that.
A human... using magic?
Elbaji learned human science just fine.
Which means the reverse is probably possible.
Yeah.
Let me see that.
It smells of latena.
Don't touch the trigger.
Take out the bullets.
It's evidence, you know. Don't tell anyone.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
In the name of the god of the forge.
Spin. Spin. Now, spin.
What the hell?
What is this?
Vaifaht steel.
Vaifaht...?
In the name of the god of the forge.
Spin. Spin. Now, spin.
The gunpowder, too?
Sheesh... Vaifaht steel is holy.
It shouldn't be used for such ridiculous things.
So that's how he got a gun through a heavily secured entrance, huh?
The techniques used were extremely fine.
The greatest vaifaht blacksmiths in my country couldn't make this.
Turn it back.
But...
Just do it, for now.
Got it.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
In the name of the god of the forge.
Spin. Spin. Now, spin.
One more thing.
The last word he said, "Leeze"--
Hold it right there.
Don't move. This is the FBI.
That's pretty bossy. Is that how you treat a fellow cop?
I don't consider morons who kill their suspects "fellow cops."
Hey, what are you doing--
This case is under our jurisdiction.
So get your city cop ass out of here.
Thanks.
You're late.
You kept your mouth shut, right?
Kei, shouldn't you be saying something to me first?
You seem upset.
You're not?
I'm regretting my life choices.
When Coal was shot, I should've pretended I was deaf and just gone and got lunch.
Pathetic. And you call yourself a representative of justice?
That's enough.
Both of you, I want reports on my desk.
By 1900 tonight.
So, are we off the case?
Not a chance.
I'm not letting you run off and do it on your own.
They got the body, but we have the face photo you took.
It's not the best clue, but it's a clue.
I did good work, didn't I?
That wasn't a compliment.
If only you'd done a better job of cornering the suspect...
Right, right.
Inspector, that was impossible!
Our opponent was a dangerous warrior who could use mildey too!
The mere fact that he didn't escape...
Right, right.
Coal Mozeleemay's dead.
The EMTs got him to Patterson Hospital, and he just passed away there.
What a mess.
The commissioner's getting ready for a press conference.
If you're curious, go see your ex later.
She's probably surrounded by a bunch of VIPs
and telling them the size of the guy's ass again.
I'll pass.
We're heading back to the station, Tilarna.
Right.
Matoba!
What?
You're not hiding something, are you?
Well... actually, we are.
Hey.
But I don't want to say it here.
I'll tell you in the office.
It's extremely difficult to explain
to an Earthling what exactly vaifaht steel is.
The closest thing you have is what you just explained to me,
the shape memory alloys.
But it changes its form in response to latena, not temperature.
Magic metal?
Ridiculous. Totally ridiculous.
Calm down, please.
Vaifaht steel is extracted from certain trees,
and at the start of the process has a cotton-like shape.
It's turned into thin, strong stands...
I get it. You weave it, like cloth.
Correct.
It's woven into cloth with a special loom.
At this point, the final shape of the item you're making is decided.
Sometimes it's art, but... usually it's weapons.
O gods of war and the forge.
Bring peace and protect me.
Wow!
Um... the mass itself doesn't change, right?
O gods of the forge and war.
Bring peace and make me beautiful.
As a fellow coworker, I'll give you the special privilege of touching it.
It's heavy!
Vaifaht steel weapons are woven by specially trained Lahge craftsmen.
No two are alike.
I'm amazed you don't get stiff shoulders wearing this all the time.
It's because I train daily.
Maybe that's why you stopped growing.
So what I'm hearing is that vaifaht steel items are difficult to make.
Correct. Creating something filled with precision parts, like a gun,
would be impossible even for the Lahge.
That gun is a hybrid of Earth and Semanian technology, then.
Is it possible that one of these Lahge guys is working with someone from Earth?
Well...
It's possible.
Without the help of someone who knows Earth technology,
you probably couldn't make something like that.
Okay, we know what to do, then.
Get to work on the investigation. Dismissed.
Oh, Matoba.
Yeah?
Go visit Tourte tomorrow.
I got permission for an interview.
I'm not sure what you want me to say.
No, I don't know.
I don't know. I'm hanging up.
Who was that?
An officer from precinct 14.
They got a complaint from the owner of that three-wheeler.
They said he was very mad.
What do we do?
L-Let's ignore it.
Go home! Go home! ET go home!
--Go home! Go home! ET go home! --I don't want any trouble, okay?
--Go home! Go home! ET go home! --Ignore them.
--Go home! Go home! ET go home! --I know.
Go home! Go home! ET go home!
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