Haruhi, who returned to the dancing heart headquarters, confirms in front of Randy and Ryu.
"The request is closed until the delivery is complete. I also confirmed Gala's transfer. Expenses."
Answer pale, Randy.
"Then you're annoyed."
"In my reading, I'm not tired yet"
Haruhi tried to leave the room with a bright voice, but listens to Randy and stops his legs.
"With Doyuko?
"We seem to have been highly valued by our client's pregnant woman for her chitin sink. I got my reward colored, and I got a depressingly heartless compliment."
"If you don't have a heart, you're not complimenting me. Isn't that right?
"If you still hadn't appreciated it, you wouldn't even praise it. A man named Frost Root, a top executive in the kitchen sink to pregnant women, was the type who wouldn't use a fool."
To Haruhi's penetration, Randy said calmly.
"I see. The boss is tiny, but he's really sophisticated. Is this also due to Mr. Ryun's inadvertent planting?
"Don't say anything extra"
In the light mouth of Haruhi, Ryun rarely gives a voice like he was angry.
"No, you can say something extra"
Eyes on the dragon cloud, Randy told.
"This guy is a moodmaker. Sometimes that would be helping the field. If this guy keeps making extra noises, that's all he's gonna contribute to the organization."
"I know that, but that's not what I'm trying to say, and I'm personally angry about being lightly spoken of about between me and my boss."
I've never seen Randy or Haruhi before, such as Ryun, who clearly reveals his bad mood so far, so we both turn our suspicious gaze to Ryun. The dragon cloud notices it coughs lightly as the bat looks bad.
"Yes, yes, there's oil. - I did. This is the end of the story. So, what do you say because you're highly regarded? You think Kittin Sink's gonna ask me to do another new job right now?
"It's not a new job. Continue. Pregnant women will be asked to further transport or store anti-matter bombs and provide protection."
I got back to Haruhi and Randy mouthed his reading.
"Security is not our organization's business."
Ryun stabs Randy with a nail.
"But if it's transportation or storage, it includes protection. I can't refuse to build an organization."
"I see..."
Randy told me back and I felt that Ryun had taken one.
"How did the boss know you were going to make such a request?
Haruhi hits the question even more.
"I told you I highly value us for accomplishing our request. It's actually been taken many times, and the last thing I took back was a chitin sink on a pregnant woman, but I could bring it on until she was ready over there. So, what's ahead? If you hold an anti-matter bomb, it will be targeted from everywhere, as we have done so far at that point. An informer explores where he is and becomes a fighter. I'll give it to you. It'll be both to take it away and to fight. Can you keep doing that?
"They picked it up because they've decided who to sell it to, and they've secured the route, right?
Ryun said, Randy shakes the first time.
"No, then it's a story we should have carried. Kitinsink to pregnant women unraveled how antimatter bombs work and caused all this fuss to mass produce. Even the soldiers of the U.S. Army are deliberately tender or blackmailed. Just holding the bomb won't be a high return commensurate with doing anything high-risk so far"
Randy watched, not sure how far his readings fit, but he would have a good chance of hitting it. Therefore, in front of the two of you, I speak with certainty.
"While letting go of the anti-matter bomb and making it a scenario that the United States and Japan have regained it, one face stands. Temporarily. I'm sure I'll shut up and accept that, because there's no way the public can know that I've been analyzed by a Death Merchant. I mean... on the safe return of the bomb, our turn comes around there again. We can't just leave it around there, so we'll have it transported somewhere."
"If that's true, it's ridiculous. If you know that much, you shouldn't take the job. I don't need it again. I'm gonna take the risk."
Haruhi, who listens to Randy and obviously gets fed up with his face.
"Still, work is work. Background circumstances and prospects are not what I learned. If they tell you to carry your stuff, we'll only deliver it safely."
"If it's too ridiculously irrational a job, you should say no. Otherwise, it will be burdensome for those in the organization."
Dragon clouds say in a strong tone.
"I know that. I intend to identify the area, but this time I don't think the unreasonable level is so much over the top that I don't deserve the job"
"I think it's an extraordinary place."
Dragon Cloud told Randy clearly.
(I agree with Mr. Ryun, but when you say that all the way up here to me, the boss is pathetic.)
I think so, I'll keep my mouth shut Haruhi. He seemed to think nothing and was quite capable of caring for others.
Yukioka Institute. In the private room, Junko, who was organizing the storage plastic model and storage figures in the stash, received a call.
"As planned, the anti-matter bomb was in my hands. I'd like to thank you for your analysis."
"Oh, Mr. Frostroot. I was going to call you from here."
The opponent was Kichin Sink Executive and Frost Root Taiichi to the pregnant woman.
"About the analysis, canceled..."
Junction to tell lightly with a bounced voice.
"Then don't seriously interfere with this plan."
Especially not the rushed wind, the opponent says.
"While we're analyzing here, we're likely to find out where we are and be attacked"
"Why don't you give it up and let it go?
Junko said without taking into account their position or circumstances. Some people will even sound like they're inciting it. But it's not disgusting, it's not sarcasm or incitement.
"Honestly, I don't care how big a tissue is like a chitin sink to pregnant women, I think mass production of antimatter bombs is a disproportionate area. Not now. If a better weapon of destruction were developed in the future, we'd be talking differently again."
That was Junko's idea.
'Too bad. But I didn't even consider the possibility of you turning me down at the earthen. We also have insurance for times like this, so you don't have to worry about that.'
Frost root to tell without expressing any emotions and hang up the phone.
"I don't care if you don't tell me."
He groaned that he had no body or lid, and Junko resumed work.
Night. Dancing heart headquarters.
Randy was in the office checking the list of tissue fatalities today.
With this anti-matter bomb transport disturbance, the dancing heart is causing more casualties than ever in a short period of time. With its four-digit membership, it is a large, top-of-the-line organization in the back streets, and one that originally fought all the time, but still the number of dead in the last few days is on a scale that cannot be ignored.
Copy and pest the face image to the Dead Folder, with a larger thumbnail image, to line up the dead. Not just the dead today, but all the dead that have come out so far since Randy became the dancing heart boss.
He meditates and prays with his hands together, confirming his name and face one by one. This is Randy's routine too.
When you finish your silent prayers to your traveled companions, the next thing you know, pray as much as you can remember who you killed.
I'm not praying out of hindsight. I'm not even threatening the consciousness of sin. I'm just doing that on my own because I want to pray. Randy sometimes finds his actions hypocritical, but he prays because he wants to pray, whether hypocritical or not.
(If I did it again with him and I killed him, would I pray for him too...)
Second, it reminds me of a boy.
I want to do it again. I made a life match twice and my heart was amazingly uplifted myself. I feel a warrior tremor just remembering.
(Or if I get killed... he... he remembers me and prays for me?