Most of the mission was a blur. The clearest parts being even before they had gotten to the site. Omi had hacked into the drug dealers security systems and given them a ten minute freeze of an internal security. He was then to pick off all the perimeter guards while the rest of the team went into the building and took out the target. They got into the building quite easily. Too easily, and that had made everyone a little jumpy and uneasy. When they ran into the nearly countless bodyguards in the halls and tripped nearly every alarm in the building the mission was nearly a failure. Being saved only by the fact that they had killed the target.
Abyssinian, having been separated from the rest of his team, didn't see Ken go down. Nor had he seen Omi take the shot in his shoulder. He had seen Yohji get thrown into a wall by a particularly burly guard. They both took Omi and Ken down to the car, Yohji staggering so much that it was a toss-up on who was helping whom with him and Ken. Aya had carried a limp Omi and stuffed him into the back of the Seven. Yohji had tried to incoherently protest Aya driving his car, until Abyssinian had forcibly shoved him into the passenger seat and slammed the door. Yohji had been unconscious before the engine started.
The memories from then on were scattered, incomplete. Streaked car lights and looming stop signs that were absently ignored. It was a small miracle that they didn't collide with anyone. The back door to the Koneko was a welcome relief.
He would never be sure how he had gotten them inside, or for that matter up to their rooms. He remembered bandaging Yohji. Wrapping thick gauze around his head trough shoulder length blonde hair limp and slick with blood. He remembered Ken's pale face and cleaning blood off his arms. Omi and a half empty bottle of antiseptic.
The last thought Aya had as he collapsed onto his bed, shakily wrapped bandages around the blood seeping wounds in his side, was rather pointless. When boiled down to its simplest form consisted of the words, "I hate being sick," before he was lost to oblivion.
Don't judge by the first chapter, it is meat to sound really funky and is less than a quarter of the size of the other chapters.