Near Caternord Prison, Desert Carver, lying flat on a bed in an inn, suddenly jolted awake.
"Fuck."
The abrupt outburst startled Smiling Craftsman, who was piloting a drone, and he hurriedly switched away from the angle he had been filming.
"Why the hell are you shouting so—"
"I told you to watch the target. What the fuck were you watching?" Desert Carver leaped off the bed, smacked the back of his head hard, and snatched the tablet from his hands.
The screen did show an aerial view of the prison, with nothing unusual in sight. However, Smiling Craftsman's guilty expression seemed to explain everything.
Watching Desert Carver fume, Smiling Craftsman coughed and nervously asked in a low voice.
"...What happened?"
Desert Carver said with a grim face.
"You lost the target! Talan just posted on the forums that he's already visited the Enlightenment Society's hideout."
Smiling Craftsman's eyes widened.
"Fuck?! That fast?"
Desert Carver smacked the back of his head again in exasperation.
"Quit fucking around and get moving."
Clutching the back of his head, Smiling Craftsman asked blankly.
"Go... where?"
Desert Carver cursed as he answered.
"Marshal's Arsenal! The Enlightenment Society's branch hideout in Eternal Night Harbor! Good thing that idiot posted the address on the forums too, or we'd have been waiting around for nothing."
Smiling Craftsman relaxed at that, then perked up again.
"What next? Do we storm in and wipe them all out?"
It would be difficult for two people to raid an Enlightenment Society hideout, but it was not entirely impossible.
With enough preparation, it was worth trying!
Desert Carver narrowed his eyes.
"Are you an idiot? We need to follow the trail and find bigger clues, not cut off the one we finally found! That Martin, and that thing called 'Death Agent,' still haven't