[Clears throat, chair squeaks, taps fingers on dash]
New development: we have a hostage. Ferris is furious with Castor for using a dangerous sedative on a Fed agent. Furious for Ferris means spouting off the negative attributes of Castor’s blood type.
He’s lucky if Castor doesn’t put a laxative in his dinner. Though Ferris has never struggled in the luck department. The annoying bastard.
We’re headed to the north side of Kaido so some of the crew can attend an Obon festival. Katara and I are staying behind. She’s not pleased, judging from the new knife hole I have in the kitchen wall. But we need to keep an eye on the agent.
The agent. She might be the key to everything. This is the luckiest I’ve gotten in a long time. [humorless chuckle] Ferris must finally be rubbing off on me.
Though I could be playing with laser fire. The fear in her eyes when she looked at me… My time of anonymity might be over. I’ll find out the truth when she wakes up.
[Takes a shaky breath]
I really hate Obon.