"Pachinko parlors, zoos—the two places bombed today both seem to be entertainment venues. According to that pattern, at first glance, parking lots and my car seem perfectly safe."
Curacao rested one hand on the car door and lowered her head to look at her car, her gaze slowly turning grave. "But is that really true? If Uzo calculated that I'd think like this and planted the next bomb on my car, then what do I do?"
Outside, she could still rely on her skills to dodge and move around, avoiding in advance certain strange places that might have bombs planted in them. But once she got into the car and it started moving...
Remembering how, a while ago, when she had been riding in a car, she had seen Irish and Vodka in the distance jumping up and down on a speeding vehicle like monkeys, the corner of Curacao's eye twitched, and she instinctively retreated two steps.
She stretched out a finger from afar and pushed hard, shutting the car door, then made her decision. "Maybe I should just walk a bit farther and take a train at the station. Uzo is very good at conserving human resources and doesn't have a habit of large-scale slaughter. Taking a train or subway should be a little safer than driving myself.
"As for this car, I'll find a peripheral member tonight and have him bring instruments to inspect it. If there's no problem, I'll let him drive it away."
A cold superior made her decision just like that.
Then she recalled the traffic conditions nearby and started walking in one direction.
She had only taken a few steps when something shifted in Curacao's peripheral vision. She suddenly discovered that, in the direction she had just come from, a conspicuous blond, dark-skinned guy