"Is this your idea or did the Serum tell you?"
"..."
The Yucca Rope clearly didn't want to answer that question.
Gino also cast a scrutinizing glance.
John took a deep breath, reminding himself deep down — that fool in the back is a friend of Gino, they owe me nothing, can't use a mercenary's hot temper to handle this.
The sirens were distant and long.
This was the edge of Sakura Cross Street.
Beneath the cross-district bridge was a beach piled with abandoned containers and construction waste.
John pulled over, adjusted his tone.
"Hey, buddy, I don't know what's bothering you, but this shit concerns life and death, at least confirm it with the Serum before you reply to me, okay?"
John knew the Yucca Rope was worried about bringing the Internet Surveillance onto them.
He couldn't prove anything, could only complain.
