Vermouth's eye twitched as she turned to Amuro Tooru. "..." Who gave you permission to agree for me??
Just as she was about to seize the initiative again, Vermouth froze before she could speak, recalling the terrible events of the day.
—What she had thought was an ingenious setup had actually been someone else's arrangement. She had thought she was quietly acting behind the scenes, yet behind those scenes, there had been another pair of eyes...
The indescribable ups and downs left Vermouth growing suspicious. She scrutinized Bourbon, who had suddenly begun his performance beside her, and pondered, "..." Was this abrupt move Bourbon's own idea, or had he also been unknowingly manipulated by something?
Her heightened vigilance sharpened her observation skills. Just then, something caught the corner of her eye. On top of a distant shipping container, there seemed to be an incongruous silhouette poking out. That shape... looked like a human head.
At a time like this, someone was secretly lying prone at a nearby high point, with what looked like a gun barrel sticking out in front of them...
A Codename instantly surfaced in Vermouth's mind, and she felt a flicker of delight: Calvados!
Though on Uzo's stage, this accomplice was far from enough to turn the tables in a desperate situation. Still, having one of their own nearby was always a good thing.
"At this distance, Calvados can handle it with ease." Vermouth discreetly glanced at Bourbon beside her and felt for her phone, intending to take advantage of Sherry distracting him to have Calvados shoot him—he knew far too much.
Though infighting was forbidden within the organization, that was not much of an issue for someone with connections. Besides, if she could kill Sherry, no one would pursue the matter over a mere Bourbon.
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