[Mr. Kurosawa was agile and quick-witted, possessing all the qualities a qualified organization member should have.
[I had originally planned to ask Curacao to transfer him under my command once this was over, but I never expected him to die so tragically in a place like this.
[From what I understand, he originally had a chance to survive. Unfortunately, after hearing my warning, Mr. Saburo failed to pass the information on to him in time. Instead, he hid by himself out of fear at the critical moment. Poor Mr. Kurosawa lacked information and was dragged down by an unqualified teammate, ultimately meeting his end.
[This truly was an unfortunate accident. As a failed pair of partners, I think it carries considerable lessons. What do you think?]
Vodka stared at the Accident Report-like email, the corner of his eye twitching wildly. For an instant, his expression synchronized with Inozuka Saburo's in the photograph. "..." Kurosawa had died because of ×zuka Saburo?
...What was that little bastard implying?! Why not make it clearer?!
...No, better not say anything.
Though he didn't consider himself some useless teammate... well, though he didn't consider himself the kind of useless teammate who dared conceal information, something so obviously meant to disrupt partner harmony and sow discord had to be stamped out the moment it appeared.
With that thought, Vodka moved his finger and viciously deleted the email, deciding to make sure it would never reach Brother Gin.
The next moment, as though something were deliberately working against him, Gin's phone beside him buzzed—a new email had arrived right on cue.
Vodka: "..."
Vodka stiffly turned his head, inch by inch.
Gin had noticed the email, casually taken out his phone, and opened his mailbox...
"Big Brother—!"
Cold sweat poured down Vodka's back. He decided to strike