| [Nov. 1st, 2008|01:08 am] |
Genma wiped the rod clean and disposed of the blotter paper in a burn box, then carefully resealed the bottle. Definitely not undetectable. He picked up the gloves and held them out to Tsume again. They lay limp across his palms: empty hands, a second skin. His own hands almost looked whole in their latex sheaths. Triggers, she said. Said she didn't have any and stared right at his hands.
Kuromaru had definitely talked to her.
Nothing in her files to make them worry? How the hell did you get to be in the service as long as she had, at a rank as high as hers, and not have something that set you off? He didn't need her dog's ability to smell a lie. He'd seen how badly she'd been triggered by that genjutsu, after all.
"Nothing they know about, huh?" he asked. If psych didn't know, and her clan didn't know, that only proved that even the best of the best could be fooled under the right circumstances. |
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