The Metropolitan Police Department, underground parking lot.
"Inspector Megure means to have the two of us look into Nanako Honjo?"
"Yeah, it looks like old man Megure intends for us two to put on a show and claim the top title for this joint operation."
"Heading out right now?"
"If you're raiding a boss and don't steal the MVP, wasn't the raid a waste of time?"
Faced with the chance to kill-steal, Fujino decisively chose to directly close the gap and steal a wave.
Whether he could actually steal it was one thing.
Stealing it was an absolute must.
Sato Miwako let out a resentful sigh: "So you're saying a bunch of incomprehensible things again. Do you take this for a game of baseball?"
The MVP-stealing that Sato Miwako understood was clearly not the same thing Fujino meant, and she was well aware of that—for Big Sister Sato, born in the seventies and eighties, compared to MVPs in video game team competitions and the like, MVPs in baseball games were clearly much more familiar.
However, there was no real difference in meaning.
So Fujino only gave a dry laugh: "After all, it's about showing off within a team, there's no difference."
"Let's put that aside for now, Big Sister Sato, hook up your police beacon and we'll fly straight over to Chiba with the lights flashing."
Sato Miwako didn't say much, taking out a police beacon from her car.
For a detective, a portable police beacon could be said to be a standard-issue item, so she naturally kept one in her car.
Using it now couldn't really be called a violation either, since it was for the sake of handling a case after all.
Fujino looked it over carefully: "Say, can that beacon of yours be attached to my car?"