Part 5: My Good Friend

The police: Captain Williams!!!
At the other end of the corridor, the members of Williams' squad are climbing the old, rickety staircase.
The police: The leading officer has a sheet of paper clenched in his hand. He waves it vigorously upon seeing him.
The police: The chief of police has appointed you commander of the UFO investigation and arrest operation! The enforcement team from District Nine's Special Investigation Unit is on its way and will arrive this afternoon!
aliEn T: —!!!
Williams: How ... What?
The police: Withdrawing his gaze, the two "brothers" look at each other.
The police: Williams doesn't understand exactly where the craft's face is or how it can speak, but he can still sense the fear emanating from him.
Williams: —
A cliché to the extreme. At this moment, time stops.
AliEn T looks at Williams. He wears a somewhat funny expression. The corners of his mouth sink deeply, disappearing into his slightly baggy, stubbled skin.
Williams' fingers spread open as he reaches to grasp something. His hand quickly lands on the shoe cabinet.
The glass ashtray is not much of a weapon, but it is certainly enough to knock out a small aircraft. Williams frowns deeply, his fingertips turning white as he clenches it in his hand.
The ashtray flies through the window pane, smashing it to pieces. The old bearings groan miserably as fragments of shattered wall crumble and fall.
Williams: Run for it.
Before the police can arrive, aliEn T turns and shoots out through the smashed window.
It is so badly broken. Williams will definitely suffer from it.
aliEn T: Quick, I need to be quick. It's too dangerous now. I need to get back to the suitcase quickly!
aliEn T: I know what those people do to us, especially the ones who get caught—I know! I've heard all about it!
aliEn T: aliEn T has never flown so fast before. He has been through this alley once. He caused quite a bit of destruction.
aliEn T: The people who live here despise him. So they have vowed to protect their dilapidated alley with every ounce of their strength.
aliEn T: Whoa—!
aliEn T: D**n it! Why are there fishing nets here?! Isn't this an inland city?
X: It's obvious.
X: Fishing is a popular pastime among middle-aged men.
A pair of glittering silver scissors come flying through the air, and the fishing nets fall to the ground.
X: I must apologize, Mr. aliEn T. My Goldberg machine took a little long. Sorry to keep you waiting.
aliEn T: Huh? You—What are you lot doing here?
X: We were worried about you, of course. Did you have something important to do? It's so dangerous out here. You shouldn't have come out alone.
Bunny Bunny: X! Now is not the time for chitchat—!!
Bunny Bunny: Mr. aliEn T! Let's get out of here! It's too dangerous right now!
Bunny Bunny: I just heard some police officers talking; they want to dissect you!
Mondlicht: Let's go out the back. They're here!
The police: Commander Williams, what are your orders?
Williams: It likes to hide in alleys. Split up into three teams and start searching.
aliEn T: …
Oliver Fog: They're still searching. There are investigators on the street outside.
Oliver Fog: It seems we have no choice but to fight ... Ms. Vertin, please ensure you mark me as present for work today.
Oliver Fog unfurls his huge black umbrella, twisting the handle a half-turn to the left. Smoke billows out like a flood, covering the ground in front of him.
The billowing fog surges up from the ground, engulfing Oliver Fog's figure in the blink of an eye. His top hat sways slightly as he steps leisurely into the haze.
Oliver Fog: Alright, we'll meet there.
The police: Squad Three has located the target!
The police: The UFO is active at the junction between 3rd and 6th—Wait, hang on—
The police: Those troublemakers are with him. They're in cahoots!
The police: Quick, notify the others!
Bunny Bunny: Oops! You found us!
Bunny Bunny: We're so very sorry, but we've got to protect Mr. aliEn T now. Please bear with us!
The police: Wait, no, I won't report it! Please don't hang me from a tree! No, no! Ahh—
The police: Run for it!!
The police: No, it's too late! P-please not the apple tree! I'm allergic! Ah-ah ... Achoo!
Bunny Bunny: Oh, sorry, you're allergic? Just a moment, don't squirm; let me move you to another one—
Bunny Bunny: Okay! Got it! On my way!
X: Huff ... Phew ... I ... Did I ever mention ... that I'm not a good runner?
Bunny Bunny: Just hang on a little longer. The suitcase is hidden in the park up ahead. It'll be over soon!
Bunny Bunny: Here, let me help you—
Williams: Stop right there! Leave the UFO. I repeat, leave the UFO!
Bunny Bunny: We lost most of them. He's the only one who chased us down! He just won't give up!
X: Honestly ... Ahem, all of you, including him, have remarkable stamina. Any regular person would have been in my condition long ago ... Phew ...
Bunny Bunny: X, hold onto me!
X: Wait ... Hang on, Bunny Bunny. I'm alright—
With her boundless strength, Bunny Bunny acts decisively. In one swift motion, she throws X over her shoulder and speeds away.
At that moment, a figure bursts out from the forest fog and joins them.
Oliver Fog: Perhaps if you exercised more and stopped relying on your machines, you wouldn't be so weak.
Bunny Bunny: Oliver Fog! You're back!
X: Stop with the sarcastic remarks! If you know what's good for you—
The fleeing arcanists clasp their hands together. The sound of the incantation quickly fades into the chirping of birds.
In the distance, the rumbling footsteps intermingle, like a net closing in from all sides.
aliEn T: Goodbye!
The police: Commander Williams—
Two shouts directed at Williams ring out almost simultaneously. But Williams doesn't look in either direction. He simply raises his hand high towards the southern sky.
Williams: The group of arcanists and the UFO headed south; they're hiding in the city. Change direction!
The police: In their rush to change course, the police officers fail to notice the brief flash of light as the incantation triggers.
His arm sways three times to the left and right, as if it is trembling from the inability to steady a handgun.
The last thing aliEn T sees is Williams' arm stretched straight up into the sky.
—Goodbye, friend.