I go to the first place on -- what was her name? Honami? -- Honami's list, and find absolutely nothing. It's a big warehouse and everything seems above board. When I grill the secretary to find out if there have been any underhand activities she just tells me politely that if I'm going to ask crazy questions I'll have to leave, so I have to assume there are NO underhand activities going on there.
I decide on a slightly different approach for the second place. I approach it cautiously -- it's huge, and there are too many people around for me to feel entirely comfortable. I join a queue of people picking up crates and hauling them inside. The crates are heavy! I break off from the main group once I've dropped mine off, pretending I'm looking for the bathroom.
I head deeper and deeper into this enormous place. Wonder if I'll find anything.
Ah. There's someone up ahead. I approach him with my story in mind, feeling very proud of himself. "Hey, can you help me find the-"
Oh, no. No no no... if he knows my name, he has to be working for him. There's no other reason why he'd be here. He wants to take me back.
That doesn't mean I'm not going down without a fight, however. I get ready-- I'm weaker than usual, but I can still hold my own-- for a little while, at least.
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I decide on a slightly different approach for the second place. I approach it cautiously -- it's huge, and there are too many people around for me to feel entirely comfortable. I join a queue of people picking up crates and hauling them inside. The crates are heavy! I break off from the main group once I've dropped mine off, pretending I'm looking for the bathroom.
I head deeper and deeper into this enormous place. Wonder if I'll find anything.
Ah. There's someone up ahead. I approach him with my story in mind, feeling very proud of himself. "Hey, can you help me find the-"
Is that who I think it is?
"Asami Tatsuya?" I say cautiously.
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That doesn't mean I'm not going down without a fight, however. I get ready-- I'm weaker than usual, but I can still hold my own-- for a little while, at least.
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"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not looking for a fight," I say hastily. "I'm looking for you, actually. Your friends sent me. Are you okay? You look like hell."
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Stop thinking about that. Try to find some way to save them.
I grab the stranger by the shirt. "I need your help-- now."
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