(The sound of footsteps echoes in the empty garage. Rin stands by the black SUV, arms crossed, while Leon adjusts his cufflinks like they’re heading to a business meeting—not a war.)
Rin
You should stay out of sight.
(Leon smirks.)
Leon
Where’s the fun in that?
Rin
Not getting shot.
(Leon laughs softly, leaning against the car.)
Leon
You worry too much, Kuroda.
Rin
I get paid to.
Leon
That all it is?
(Silence. Rin doesn’t answer. He just checks his gun, loading a fresh magazine with practiced ease.)
(Leon chuckles.)
Leon
You’re impossible.
Rin
So are you.
(Before Leon can respond, Liam’s voice crackles through the earpiece.)
Liam
Target’s on the move. Black Mercedes, three-car escort. Headed to the docks.
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