A street corner in Tokyo, late at night.
Inside a Black Porsche.
The faint tapping of phone buttons sounded from time to time.
Vodka sat in the driver's seat, staring straight ahead without shifting his gaze, but his ears had secretly perked up. He wished he could figure out exactly what Gin was replying from the sound of the button presses alone.
Vodka knew that what was happening concerned him greatly—Gin had told him shortly after Uzo sent a message asking for someone.
"..." Normally, when executives were carrying out an important mission, there was nothing wrong with assigning a suitable teammate to assist them.
But considering Uzo's bad habit of using his teammates to stage his little dramas, even Gin, who trusted Uzo's abilities, had not agreed right away.
—Gin found Vodka, his partner, very convenient to use and had no intention of replacing him for the time being.
But then again, Uzo was busy working for the organization. If there really was somewhere Vodka needed to appear, he could not simply refuse carelessly.
So Gin had not immediately agreed. Instead, he replied to Jiang Xia and asked for more detailed information to assess the situation.
After several exchanges, the car suddenly fell quiet.
Gin and Jiang Xia had reached a conclusion.
Vodka inconspicuously straightened up and looked to the side, both anxious and expectant.
He saw Gin reach out, tap the cigarette that had been held between his fingers against the Ashtray, and look at him. "There's nothing tomorrow that absolutely requires you. Go help Uzo."
"..."
Vodka's mind boomed. It felt as though a ball of lightning had struck him squarely on the head.
...Partnering with Uzo on a mission without Big Brother around?
The moment Vodka imagined himself working his ass off to help Uzo, several