Gin looked at the photo, thoughtful. "Check whether this person is on the organization's roster."
Gin and Vodka were not professional intelligence personnel, nor did they have Rum's level of clearance. Investigating a Peripheral Member they had never dealt with before involved somewhat troublesome procedures.
But once they had a clear suspect, it was not difficult to spot clues in the files.
This was not Vodka's first time doing something like this. He quickly pulled up information on Hashimoto Maya and promptly found the corresponding suspicious points:
"This person's social circle began shrinking rapidly in his sophomore year, and he left fewer traces in society. After graduation, he opened a small clinic. It hardly ever had any business, yet he still lived fairly comfortably.
"He's mixed-race, British and Japanese. His neighbors all guessed he was well-off because he inherited an estate from a distant relative. Some of his peers have also heard that he is sometimes introduced to people as a private doctor."
Gin understood. There was an eighty-percent chance this was a Peripheral Member, and one with considerable seniority. "Check the places where he made house calls."
Vodka was already looking into it. Since he had previously investigated several Peripheral Members Uzo had gotten killed, he was now highly experienced at tracing things backward.
Very soon, he had a conclusion. "Among Hashimoto Maya's clients, some were once our mission targets—and there was more than one."
Gin gave a cold snort. It was practically certain now. This man was indeed an organization member, and he appeared to have been working for them for several years, with some seniority.
"He happened to be on the same flight as Irish, and his previous travel records also overlap with Irish's." Although they could not casually pull up too much information on Irish when