「Zone 19 Center.」
A snowmobile drove down a street in the Center's residential district. Inside, the driver's and front passenger seats were relatively spacious, but the backseat was crammed with five or six Beastmen.
"Can't your department spare another vehicle?!"
Said Belial, covering his mouth and nose as he was squashed in the middle.
He was really sick of this stinking, cramped vehicle.
Even with the windows cracked for air, the smell of eight Beastmen crammed inside—none of whom had showered after days on the road—was suffocating.
They'd been chasing fugitives with Leighton for days. Forget showering—they barely had time to sleep, mostly just catching a few winks in the car or directly on the snow.
