Curacao stared at that completely nonsensical reply. After pondering it for a long while, she still could not understand her superior's thought process. The Killing Intent in her heart only burned hotter.
After a moment, she slowly ground her teeth. "That's right. Rum only cares whether I can bring Uzo under his command. He doesn't care in the slightest about the sacrifices and risks along the way. Even if he understood what I was saying, he'd only play dumb like this and brush it off..."
Silently adding another mark against her superior, Curacao took a deep breath and bent over to pack her luggage.
Anger could not solve problems. Putting real, physical distance between them was what mattered most. She had to leave this place with Uzo immediately and move on to her next assignment—she only hoped that this time, that rotten old bastard would not try to pair her up with Uzo again.
Soon, before anyone else woke up, Curacao dragged her Suitcase away, shook off any possible tails, and made her way to the airport by a roundabout route.
Not long after that, she boarded a flight bound for Okinawa.
"I used to complain that Kyushu and Hokkaido were too far away, and that I couldn't adapt to the climate, so I never wanted to go. But now..."
Now that she was traveling for work, her mood was completely different from before. Forget the far north and south—she would even be willing to go to the North and South Poles.
She remained on guard for a while longer. Once the plane had taken off smoothly, Curacao secretly let out a breath of relief. Leaning back against the comfortable chair back, she stretched, put on her headphones, and started listening to music.
Izu.
Someone else had gotten up