To Be Dealt With
"How was he dealt with?" The light of the cigarette tip strengthened, and the man in the dark silk shirt exhaled in a pale, billowing cloud. "He escaped, sir. Grenades and flash bombs were planted in preparation for him severing ties." "He planned well." The man was silent, and cigarette embers were tapped into an ashtray. The subordinate in front of him didn't say anything more, only waited for orders. Another tap on the ashtray, and the man in the silk shirt gave them. "You are no longer in charge of this assignment. Nanami will handle this stray." "Yes sir." "Please send her in on your way out." The other man looked up, visibly pale, but said nothing; only turned on his heel and left the room. A few minutes later a short girl with hot pink eye shadow walked into the room and seated herself on the desk, leaning back no...