“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

Three of our members infiltrated the RPS. Murayama-kun, who was the tallest, Jaime, who was the shortest, and me. One person was also outside as the lookout.

It all depended on Saijoh-kun’s skill in stalling Chuzai-san, but our role was the most dangerous and had the least amount of time.

Murayama-kun started removing a picture frame as soon as he entered the RPS. I’m not sure if you know this, but for some reason, RPS’ or any other police box for that matter, had a picture frame that contained some moral instructions that were written by the General Superintendent or someone similar. Because we had to take this down for our operation, the very tall Murayama-kun was necessary. Jaime and I were by the desks. On the other hand, Jaime was the smalleset, so he was ideal at hidden works. I guess you can call it the right person for the right place.

“By the way, senpai.”
Jaime said in a whisper.
“Isn’t this a crime?”
Even though he had just finished saying that tarantula’s were spiders, he had a good point.

“You idiot. If you steal something, then you’re a thief, but we’re leaving stuff, right?”
“That’s true, but…”

“For example, how would you feel if all of the sudden there was a pair of used panties in your room?”

“I would be very happy!”

“Right? It’s not a crime to do something that would make people happy.”

“Ah! You’re right. That’s true!”

“Weren’t you taught in elementary school to do unto others, things that would make you happy if other did to you?”

“Yes! I was taught that!”

This guy is easy to use.

Well then, let me explain the operation of our installation group in order. We had four operations to complete of which two were of most importance. The other two were “maki.” “Maki” was a word that we defined as a prank that was set just so that it would be exposed.

We brought the five panties that we treated to be used, and two “outrageous photo print” cut out from Saijoh-kun’s “*M Fan.”

First, we opened up the vinyl desk cover in the RPS and sandwich one of the “outrageous photo print” in there. I’m not sure if you know about this, either, but most of the desks in police boxes had soft vinyl covers on them so that the guests (?) can fill out written records with ballpoint pens. Under this cover was another green urethane desk mat where they could sandwich documents and such in between them. We hid the “photo print” by placing some random documents from the RPS on the desk.

Next, we opened up the picture frame that Murayama-kun had taken down and after placing the other “outrageous photo print,” returned it to where it was. The General Superintendent probably never imagined that a “outrageous photo print” like this would ever be on top. It didn’t matter anymore, but in the little time we had, this was the most important operation. Just as one would expect from the General Superintendent!

Next came the used panties.

Of which, two were ironed “so that they looked exactly like handkerchiefs.” We placed these in Chuzai-san’s jacket pockets.

Another one went into the trashcan. We opened it up as much as possible.

And, this was the most important, but we placed one on the telephone. These were great phone covers. Because it’s hard to comprehend, I drew a detailed picture. The part that held the receiver was truly a work of art.

At the time, even the phones at the RPS were black dial type phones. It was normal for police boxes to have one more black phone but this was a internal line. It was an older model, had a weird shape, and was only used for making calls to other police stations.

This is an unrelated story about this panty phone cover, but almost ten years after this incident, when my college friend found some panties, he used in a similar way as a cover. I hadn’t even told him the story, so I was impressed. I guess the things guys think up aren’t that different. Was it your instinct, Handa-kun?

But, our panty phone cover wasn’t a novelty, so there was something different about it. It was that we had treated it so that it would be very difficult to remove.

The three of us had this much work to finish before Chuzai-san came back. Because we had so little time, efficiency was necessary.

“Ok! Used panty!”
“Here!”
“Next! ‘Erotic photo print’!”
“Here!”

“Senpai!”
“What is it?”
“You’re almost like Black Jack and looking cool!”

Does Black Jack ever say ‘Erotic photo print’?

“Hmm. Does that make me Pinoko^*1?”

“Yeah. We’ll make you bionic Pinoko next time.”

“What? Acchonburike^*2?”

Tange-kun didn’t seem too opposed to the idea. I guess it’s true that those kinds of things become habits.

We quickly finished the traps, snuck quietly out of the RPS, and sent the signal to Saijoh-kun. The sunset outside soaked into my eyes. And in that sunset I saw the figures of Kyoko-sensei quickly heading towards us.

All right, it’s time for the shoot-out!

*1 An assistant to Black Jack. She’s a little girl.
*2 Pinoko’s favorite phrase.

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