Big Brother, I've Always Been Here!

"Yes, we were all undercover agents."

"To frame Vodka, Curacao provided false intelligence behind Mr. Rum's back."

"And Bourbon, Kir, and I coordinated with her from inside the base. Using some technical means we had no idea where she got them, we hacked into Gin's remote cameras. In the end, we worked together to drug Vodka unconscious and planted the miniature listening devices we carried on his suit."

Irish laid out the truth without the slightest hesitation.

He did not conceal anything.

But—

"Vodka, do you believe that yourself?"

Vodka: "."

Sherlock Holmes had once said that once one eliminated all impossibilities, whatever remained, no matter how improbable, had to be the truth.

So...

"Could I really be an undercover agent??"

Vodka clutched his head in despair.

Thick red veins bulged in his eyes.

"No!"

That was obviously even more impossible, so—

"That's right, all four of you are undercover agents!"

"Big Brother, believe me! Our organization has been infiltrated until it's full of undercover agents!!"

Vodka resolutely exposed the truth.

But his hysterical, rabid-dog-like appearance only made it seem as though he were backed into a corner, lashing out and biting at random.

"Vodka."

Gin's lips twitched as though he wanted to say something, but his throat was too tight for any sound to emerge.

In the end, only a soft sigh rang out.

"Farewell."

"Wait, Big Brother!!"

Vodka fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"Believe me..."

"We've known each other for so many years."

"Even if I betrayed the organization, I would never betray you!!"

Gin's motion of raising his gun paused.

In the end, he hesitated.

Although the witnesses and physical evidence were all present, and the chain of evidence was complete enough to make it an airtight case even in a fair trial—