“Well…looks like they won’t be needing our help yet.”
“And how did you come to that conclusion, sir?”
“That explosion earlier…it seems he saved the day again. And we were yet to do anything about it. He saved us the time and effort too.” He laughed, and started walking towards his car.
“If you put it that way sir, it’s like you don’t want us to do anything.”
He stopped right outside the car’s door, and replied, “Oh, no, no, far from it actually. But remember where we just came from, and some rest would be a big help for us. Now, you better get in the car or I’ll make you walk.”
“Very well sir…” She quickly follows him, and gets in the car. He starts it and they leave the viewing deck of sorts, presumably going back somewhere they’re staying in.
The sports car gets revved up, and they quickly leave the place, an area of the island that offers a nice view for residents and tourists alike. They immediately zip through the roads, the young man driving with a nice balance of speed and caution, arguably a rare trait for a driver of his age.
“It’s a nice island, right?”, the young man asks his companion.
“It does seem nice and peaceful. Looks like a good place to be, sir. But we know its secrets, so maybe it’s not so nice at all I guess, sir,” the young woman replies.
“Want me to count how many times you called me “sir” already? I may be your superior in the organization, but come on. It’s very weird for me for someone like you to keep calling me that!” And he supplies a bootful for the car and increases speed along a straight part of the road.
“Be careful sir, I don’t think anyone would like you to get involved in an accident,” his companion said, still in a calm voice.
“Ah, yes, of course. I am a careful driver, so you don’t have to worry about that,” he replies, “Oh, and don’t call me sir today OK? Or at least don’t call me “sir” that often. Is that clear? And try answering without “sir” OK?”
“See, you can do it! Now just improve your choice of words I guess. Just saying “yes” makes it a bit monotonous and sound robotic…not that you’re robotic, no that’s not what I meant you know…”
“OK, si-, I understand.”
They reach the outskirts of the nearby town, and they turn away from the main road and into a side street towards a big house.
They reach the house, and the young man promptly stops the car just outside of it.
“I wonder…what do you think his reaction would be, if he finally knows about us?”
“Whose reaction, sir?”
“”Sir” again? Oh, well…nevermind,” he sighed. “Whose reaction? Well, Takuto’s reaction of course…Takuto Tsunashi.”