Akai Shuichi silently exhaled a puff of smoke, frowning in thought. "..." What on earth had happened in the United Kingdom that could make someone determined to flee obediently return to Tokyo—and never dare contact the FBI again?
Even after returning, Okiya Subaru, the Peripheral Member who had wanted to resign, received no punishment. He simply continued his daily life as calmly as before.
Akai Shuichi had spent several years in The Organization. He understood very well how cruelly it treated traitors and Undercover Agents.
Yet everything now was far too calm—so calm that it felt deeply abnormal. Like a fishing net quietly spread open, waiting for him to leap into it of his own accord.
He could not give up this lead.
But he certainly could not deliver his own human head to their door and do charity work for the Black Organization.
Therefore, Akai Shuichi could no longer sneak directly into Okiya Subaru's Apartment as he had before—based on his distant observations over this period, Okiya Subaru's Apartment had clearly been fitted with numerous traps.
Though rather than "tools meant to capture Akai Shuichi," those traps seemed more like protective measures Okiya Subaru had installed for himself during a bout of paranoia. Still, he only had one chance. Akai Shuichi naturally could not take risks lightly, so he planned to find a sufficiently safe opportunity to approach this Informant who appeared to have been through quite a lot.
The long night dragged on, and several FBI agents racked their brains until they nearly smoked.
But people did not share one another's joys and sorrows. Unlike the busy adults, the high school students slept soundly and leisurely continued their ordinary lives.
When the appointed day arrived, they came early to the Water Park.
Suzuki Sonoko stretched. "I thought