Yohji’s mouth was open and poised to contradict Manx’s claim that this was neither a mission nor Kritiker directive, but he was cut off by her abrupt goodbye before any words got a chance to articulate.
It might not have been a regular mission, but the instructions had come from Sato. Sato was still their handler and still Kritiker, even if Kritker had apparently become corrupt and fractured. If it wasn’t a Kritiker mission, then just what the hell was it anyway? A Schwarz mission? That’s what it was starting to feel like. He sure as hell wasn’t doing it for kicks.
He frowned as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
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Date: 2010-07-12 03:40 pm (UTC)It might not have been a regular mission, but the instructions had come from Sato. Sato was still their handler and still Kritiker, even if Kritker had apparently become corrupt and fractured. If it wasn’t a Kritiker mission, then just what the hell was it anyway? A Schwarz mission? That’s what it was starting to feel like. He sure as hell wasn’t doing it for kicks.
He frowned as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
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