"Agent Trusz-Muir is at the unconnected annex," Takashi answered; his voice steely and void of any comfort. "If you need a tour, you can read the manuals"—he gestured to a stack of neatly arranged packets—"Neither Makoto or I have so much free time as to walk through the compounds."
By now, it was obvious that Takashi, like the Madam, had little love for the agents.
"If you'll excuse us, we will be taking our leave now." It was less of a request and more of a fact because, before any of the agents could keep two men from leaving, they were gone. But as Makoto walked through the door, he paused.
Turning to face the agents, the shorter male said, "Momoko was Kitara's best friend. You should speak with Momoko." And, with a small nod, the man was gone.
"Well, then," Wen started, "I don't think we should all speak to Momoko at once. We're trying to keep a low-profile, right? How about we split up?"
It was strange how orderly and capable Wen was behaving. In fact, it was as if he was a whole different person—a whole different agent. But, before that thought could be carried out for long, the blond added, "I think Kanon and I can do a little snooping around, right?"