Rena Mizunashi stood up straight, breathing heavily after firing her gun. Turning her head, she saw Gin behind her. She said nothing, merely flicked on the safety and returned the pistol to its holster.
It was not that she had deliberately been putting on a display of murderous intent for Gin. She had simply been too shocked to change her expression in time, and the emotional disconnect had twisted her features.
—There was no helping it. Anyone would be shocked to see a former colleague who was dead beyond all doubt, no matter how they investigated, suddenly rise from the grave in front of them and become a key figure at a rival company.
Fortunately, such a reaction was entirely believable amid a brutal pursuit. Rena Mizunashi could not be bothered to explain, merely asking coolly, "It's handled. What about Binga's side? There's nothing else to take care of, right?"
Putting the pieces together, Gin assumed Rena Mizunashi was dissatisfied with Binga's performance.
To be fair, he was dissatisfied too.
Curacao had failed at the same kind of task before she died, but Rum had received the intelligence he needed in time, and Kumeru had reacted quickly enough to keep the losses from worsening. Since Gin had not been dragged in to clean up the mess, his response had been fairly mild.
But failing to complete an intrusion was one thing. Letting a defenseless technician escape and run wildly through the streets at night was another. Even if the surveillance cameras had not captured Kir's image and would not cause trouble, it was still unpleasant.
"Just this one." Gin turned away, no longer looking at the blood slowly spreading across the water. "Binga has already withdrawn. Let's go."
"Tch. So he ran into one resistance fighter by accident, failed to