| [Apr. 22nd, 2009|12:54 am] |
That was the second time Hiro had reassured Genma that he believed him. It was enough to make Genma edgy. Why wouldn't Intel believe him? Did they think he was holding something back? Did they think he'd screwed this mission up? Sure he and Hayate had both been injured, but it had been an A-ranked mission. The rank alone said the higher-ups expected casualties. For a mission like that, both agents coming back alive with the objective at least partially secured was usually considered a success.
He frowned, set the water glass aside, and rested against the pillows with a little less languor than before, a little more tension. Hiro gave nothing away, patrician features composed, body language saying nothing more than that he was paying attention. Well, Genma was paying attention now, too.
"Forgeries had prepared us a document with Oimikado and Mitsugawa's office address in Mitsugawa's handwriting. I gave the pimp an envelope with cash and the address, and told him to be discreet about collecting the girl an hour before dawn. That was supposed to give time for us to do the job and the bodies to be cold by the time they were discovered, so it looked like Oimikado did it around midnight." He watched Hiro closely, watched the pencil on paper, and found he was too tired to even try to read the words upside down. Whatever Hiro was writing, it barely looked like kanji. |
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