Story Reader / Border Pact / Cape Nohama Air Base / Story
NO.55 Radar Station
The Forsaken mill in and out of the radar station, checking signals and performing maintenance.
Lucia is uploading her mission report, while Liv stands next to the ocean, gazing into the distance. Lee, on the other hand, is recording his battle notes.
...So you have nothing to do?
Leaving the heavy lifting to your underlings, eh?
I see that you've improved, Commandant.
Your skin's gotten thicker.
...Just kidding.
...Not funny?
The leader of the Forsaken smiles faintly. He leans against the seaside railing and falls silent. Derek's whistling is all that's audible for a while.
...
Without making a sound, Clark appears behind Watanabe.
The elderly leader moves the remaining half of the cigarette out of his mouth and puffs, silhouette barely visible in the fog. Clark puts his cigarette out and turns to the revered leader of the Forsaken.
Ahem... Hey boss... you still look as young as you did back then. Good old times, they were.
...
We'll take care of that guy—Captain Morse, I mean.
...Yeah, I know.
He chose to trust... and I can't betray this trust.
Watanabe didn't really say it, but you know that half of his words are meant for you.
