The two second-tier Supes guarding the nursing home gave Soldier Boy a regulation American military salute, skipped the process of reporting to their superiors, and immediately opened the gates to let them through.
Beyond the gates lay a loosely spaced complex of manor buildings in peaceful surroundings.
"Tsk, nice place!" Soldier Boy praised.
Bombsight, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. "Have you really visited before? These are just a bunch of old people waiting to die. There's nothing that great about it."
Soldier Boy smiled. "They're cared for in their old age. Being content with what you have is enough."
Bombsight said nothing more, losing the desire to argue.
With him leading the way, they soon reached their destination-Golden Geisha's residence.
A tightly shut vermilion courtyard gate seemed to symbolize some sort of taboo. Bombsight took a deep breath and raised his hand, but could not bring himself to knock.
In the end, Private Angel could not stand watching any longer and reached out to knock.
"Who are you?"
A wary voice suddenly came from the other end of the street.
An elderly woman sat in a wheelchair beneath a streetlamp there, her figure looking particularly forlorn.
Frowning slightly, Golden Geisha operated her wheelchair and slowly approached.
"You're... Soldier Boy and Private Angel?" Her voice was astonished, and then her gaze settled on Bombsight, her eyes turning complicated.
Bombsight looked at her too, speechless for a long time.
The corner of Soldier Boy's mouth twitched. He could not relate to this affectionate exchange of looks.
It was just too strange. Going by appearances alone, Golden Geisha could have been Bombsight's grandmother. Were they having an age-gap romance here?
Bombsight was an Old Baby Killer too!
After a moment, Bombsight forced a stiff smile. "Long time no