Heavy Bunny's engineering prowess was obvious to all.
As far as Ch'en knew, Mayer was merely an eccentric bomb fanatic. Her favorite thing was to seek out little corners missing from the blueprints and stuff bombs into them.
Ch'en did not dare entrust a task to her. What if it suddenly blew up one day?
"Don't look at me like that," Mayer defended herself with a smile. "If the client brings it up beforehand, I absolutely won't add explosives to my creations."
"..."
So bombs were installed by default? If no one said anything, they would get fitted without even realizing it.
Her explanation was completely useless. It only made her more frightening.
"Forget it. You're not a construction contractor for the Lungmen Guard Department anyway. Come leave a fingerprint before you go. You'll be placed under close surveillance next time you enter the country."
"Ah..."
Mayer sadly rubbed her forehead.
She had not expected her explanation to end like this.
"&...%￥#@!" (Let's get started.)
Ch'en stepped aside, suddenly feeling strangely as though she had become the host of some entertainment show. She had never felt this way before.
It was too noisy, too childish.
Not quite suited to someone her age.
But on second thought, this was also the first request Bronya had made since they began working together. It felt a little like fooling around, but it suited her age and carried an innocent sort of joy.
That was Bronya.
The aloof, indifferent, taciturn, emotionless, expressionless Bronya.
Ch'en felt this was an opportunity, one that came once in a lifetime. She might as well approach this activity with the mindset of keeping a child company and enjoy herself.
"The first event: motorcycle modification."
Ch'en stepped aside and led them to the Guard Department's parking garage. Two identical motorcycles