"And yet, that is exactly what you keep doing," Falcon growls. "Antagonizing me, getting all up my business- I'm starting to think you want me to shoot you-"

And then Kira vaporizes below him with a clap, causing Falcon to yell as he tips forward- though he quickly catches himself, snarling. That motherfucker- what the fuck does he think he's doing. He whirls around as Kira starts speaking, eyes narrowing in anger at the camera filming him- suppressing the panic in his sytem.

"You bitch," he snarls, "no evidence? It's the first fucking thing you did!"

He needs to do something about that fucking camera. About- all of them, apparently, eyes flitting about. None of this shit. He is not letting some asshole Amamiya lookalike take over his body. He's not.

He raises his hands, releasing his inhibitors- and shoots. Bullets fly through the store seemingly at random to any random onlooker- but they're targeted. Cameras, drones, anything that can take pictures, or film- they need to go. Glass, metal, and plastic explode everywhere.

"I'm not letting you control me!" he shouts, "stay the fuck away from me!"