Inside the urine-smelling subway station, some people in shabby clothes were waiting with bleary eyes for the old subway train that's been running for over sixty years.
Although this old thing should have been scrapped long ago, there's no choice, it's good to have something to use. Ever since the currency collapse, the infrastructure has only been able to keep going like this.
Their incessant yawning meant they didn't notice the two people whispering in English at the edge of the adjacent black tunnel.
Speaking first was an elderly man with graying hair. "The ship purchased by the target is about to dock at Uther Pier. It's a second-hand large ocean liner. According to Number 8's intelligence, the target is likely to move the rally point onto the ship."
"If it really gets on the ocean liner, a complete communication blackout is obvious; a closed space is best at brainwashing. That's why we deployed you."
