Vodka had no schemes in mind. He only wanted to leave this damned Villa alive.
After returning to the guest room assigned to him, Vodka first gave the room a swift yet thorough inspection.
"Other than what I brought myself, there are no listening devices or surveillance equipment, no traps, no sharp weapons that could 'happen' to fall on my head... Hmm, this place is acceptable enough."
Having ruled out the dangers around him, Vodka went to the window, pressed himself against the wall, and carefully peered outside through a gap in the curtains.
Before long, his gaze settled on the parking lot, on his utterly unremarkable Black Sedan.
What if I drive away first, then come back after tonight and pretend I was here the whole time? Vodka quietly turned the idea over in his mind. Of course, if this place gets flattened by an explosion or something tonight, then I won't need to come back...
The plan tempted him greatly, but just as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered the gun still in Uzo's hands. His steps halted, and he silently returned to where he had been.
"Forget it. That would look too suspicious, and I, Vodka, am not the sort of coward who flees before a battle." Vodka took a deep breath and encouraged himself. "At worst, I'll stay awake tonight, hold out a little longer, and make a timely escape when danger comes."
Night fell.
Vodka, who had just fallen asleep fully clothed, twitched an ear as a sudden feeling came over him.
The next moment, he flipped upright with unprecedented agility, pressed himself against the door, and listened intently.
—There seemed to be movement outside.
Not outside the window, but in the corridor near the side door—someone had snuck in!
Vodka: "..." Sure