[ 2003? His grips slackens briefly on her coat. But he doesn't release her. Mind whirring, he stares her down, trying to find some sturdy thread of reality to cling to. Two years. She's two years into the future. Part of him wonders how she crossed paths with him -- a hostage, a go-between, an assignment? Another part marvels he's lived that long. The final part is disgusted there are still Contractors two years from now. ]
[ None of the turmoil shows on his face. ]
You mentioned Japan. Is that where you're operating from?
[ Congratulations, Suou. He'll grill you until Doomsday. ]
no subject
[ None of the turmoil shows on his face. ]
You mentioned Japan. Is that where you're operating from?
[ Congratulations, Suou. He'll grill you until Doomsday. ]