Miss Luna, we have fully investigated Venus Splash Park.
According to that scar-faced man, that place should be Shome's final destination. But...
Worry not. He has no reason to lie about this. A non-fatal betrayal is pointless.
Very well. Then we shall begin making preparations.
Luna lightly chuckled, interrupting Roland.
Before you begin, there is someone that requires our attention.
Luna lightly tapped the screen next to her seat several times. A connection was made.
Thank you for waiting, my fellow colleagues.
These are the coordinates of Shome's current facility. Happy hunting to you all.
With the transmission of the middle-aged man's voice, the terminal screen flickered—a huge red mark pointing to the middle of a desert in North America.
With the coordinates confirmed, Luna cut off the connection.
What is it that you wish for, Miss Luna?
We want Shome dead, by hook or by crook. But we have to destroy all of his trump cards and research materials before he dies.
Covet that which shan't be coveted, and be prepared to go through fire and water.
Listening eagerly, Roland raised his chain blade. He looked excitedly at the seated Luna.
Which is why, I need you and Gabriel to drive this rat out of his hole.
Huh?
To allow him a soundless death is mercy. He will attend his own funeral at the place and time of our choosing.
And when that time comes, you will have plenty of time to play your game.
Of course. That must wait until after we achieve our goals. Do you understand?
Luna speaks lightly, but the Ascendants present can instantly feel the oppression in her words. Anyone who hears cannot help but obey.
We do, Miss Luna.
Good. After you two confirm that Shome has departed, Alpha will make sure no one comes to intercept Shome on his way to the stage.
Until then, set up the hunting grounds, and wait quietly.
Lamia.
Luna's words echoed in the empty Ascendant base. A few seconds later, the scenery behind Roland and Gabriel distorted.
...I-I'm here.
Very well. We shall split up and meet at Venus Splash Park.
...Let the curtains fall in the land of your childhood, Shome.
I can see the isle the park is on.
Phew, guess we're finally here.
Gabriel's words remove Roland from his reminiscence. Roland returns his gaze from the sea and to the so-called speedboat he is on.
I never thought you had a penchant for modding. This thing runs fast. Though, the shape is quite... questionable.
Function over form. This thing can even be used as a mobile arsenal.
Press this button, and it will run on the current route and detonate when it hits the target.
Okay, that's more than I need to know. I have no plans of going on an explosive lover's leap with you.
The phrase lover's leap is inaccurate. According to the books...
Oh, yes, yes. You are just dull as dishwater, my man.
Enough bantering. Let's go ashore. We still have to set the stage.