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Hospital Visit
The next day, Nina Volkari called me and started with, “Good work so far.” It meant Gleinach had completely fallen for it, information was moving, and Volkari felt confident about striking Canaris. So they’re probably removing me from the operation. Removing me from the operation means removing Sebastian. My current position in this operation is the channel to Sebastian.
“I’d like you to complete the handover before we start the operation. Since you’ve moved to Department 2, you need to hand over Department 1 work, right? I won’t bother emphasizing the obvious need for security.”
The word ‘security’ was emphasized with impact. It’s a threat not to mess around and an order to stay put and just handle paperwork.
“Yes, I understand.”
The Security Bureau isn’t the military, but it has several similarities. Guns are around, and the hierarchical culture is even worse than the military. People who are usually normal suddenly go crazy at a single order, and if you get on the wrong side, you’re out regardless of ability. At minimum, you log out from work, and if you’re unlucky, you log out from life.
I grinned as I left the department head’s office.
But that only applies if you want to hang on and climb up in this workplace. I don’t mind quitting. I can join another company, or if not, I can just live off Sebastian. Even if I cling to his back, he’ll think I’m just dust.
So it’s okay to be at odds with the Security Bureau. What I want to know about are those Canaris bastards. Those fuckers who want to kill me, messed with my brother, and are after my (future) husband’s life.
Didn’t they say Gleinach was in the Capital Hospital?
I know that hospital a bit. I’ve crossed paths with many people who stayed there. Some retired from there, some died there. Most were discharged well. Of course, I’m talking about both colleagues and captured bastards indiscriminately.
I know the hospital doctors, the hospital layout, and most importantly, if I’ve been around enough…
I can become acquainted with at least one of the patients in the hospital. And someone connected to that one person either owes me a favor or wants to owe me one. My stock is quite high these days. I have a significant option attached to me, right? The dazzling option of the Riegel Group.
Of course, that’s their thinking. I’ve never said that option is available for use. They don’t think I’ll use it for them either. But there’s a huge gap between something not existing at all and something existing somehow.
Just like how a place with a computer I’m not qualified to use is different from a place where computers don’t exist at all.
After getting the patient list through a hospital doctor, I found a patient I could deal with directly without needing an intermediary.
“It’s been a while, Fates University graduate with a medical license, not from Team 4.”
The guy’s face scrunched up as soon as he saw me.
This bastard is the one who inserted a GPS chip into my body when I was moving from Maderke to Lumaier. From what I’ve confirmed, he was brought in quite dangerously after being stabbed and having his leg broken. I don’t know what could have happened to a doctor like him.
I held out the bouquet I had brought to him. He was about to say something about how I could bring a bouquet into the hospital, but he stopped. It was because my bouquet was artificial. Ah, please understand the funeral style. I brought one from Jay’s damn fake grave. These days, both fake and real flowers are too expensive. No need to waste money.
By the way, when I asked Jay why he kept the grave, he said he had already bought it with company money, so he’d use it when he dies. What’s even more mind-blowing is that he even bought the spot next to it. For his wife, he says. He’s really crazy.
The doctor, who despite being a doctor had implanted a GPS without permission in someone else’s body, turned pale at the sight of the flowers. There is indeed a visible difference between a ‘farewell from this life’ style bouquet and a ‘get well soon’ style bouquet. Mine was too white, you could say.
“If, if you think you’ll be safe after this—”
“You think that’s a miscalculation? If you think you’re the only one in my life who’s uttered that line, you’re the one miscalculating.”
He didn’t take the bouquet I offered, eyeing me warily. Then, in a flash, he tried to press the call button. But ‘flash’ is by his standards; to my eyes, it was painfully slow. So I said,
“Oh, excuse me,”
apologizing in advance before smashing his face with the ‘farewell forever’ type bouquet.
If you know the technique, a bouquet can be quite painful. Of course, it’s not a technique you can use on people in our industry, but an elite doctor from Fates University? Perfectly possible.
Agh, agh—
He screamed. I hit him twice, and he honestly made two ‘agh’ sounds.
“I’m sorry, my hand slipped.”
He glared at me. But it seemed he had lost the will to reach for the call button again. That’s enough. It’s not like I’m trying to be loved by him anyway.
I tapped my neck with the bouquet and asked.
“Just one question. The GPS chip you put in me back then. Who ordered it?”
At the time, I thought it was Otto Layer, and then I thought it might be Director Dill. I had pushed it far back in my mind, thinking it didn’t matter who it was, but now I felt it did matter. Why doesn’t it matter? It’s about a GPS being implanted in my body without my knowledge. No, how can you ignore the cut on my back while treating the knife wound in my body?
I used to think what’s good is good, but after meeting Sebastian and learning various things by his side, my thinking has changed a bit. What’s good is good? Sure. But good for whom?
The man was silent for a moment. If he was trying to somehow avoid this situation, I was thinking of giving him a rather rough massage. But looking at his face, it seemed he wasn’t trying not to speak, but rather couldn’t get the words out. As I quietly waited for his answer, he finally managed to respond.
“Former Department Head Layer.”
Layer is a better result than the Director. Unlike the Director, I’m completely at odds with Layer.
“Thank you. And this bouquet, despite its appearance, I really brought it as a get-well gift.”
I gave him the bouquet and left the room. Staying this long should be enough for his visitation and my excuse. Now it’s time to visit Gleinach’s room, which should be labeled VIP but read as prison.
It was too obvious where Gleinach would be. This is unavoidable because he’s quite skilled as a spy, and the Director clearly won’t trust him even an ant’s toenail. He has to be stuck in the place where it’s easiest to guard and control. There are no other options.
And I know where that is. I’ve stuck a few people there myself.
The only problem would be how to get in there, but that was actually easily solved. It wasn’t very easy. I had to wait for quite a while.
To be precise, I can’t get in there. Our Director isn’t stupid. He must have posted guards who know my face. Of course, you can’t get out through the windows there. In action movies, they sometimes go through the ceiling, but this is a hospital. The ceiling isn’t just empty, you know.
But I believed in Gleinach, and the tribal characteristics of freelance spies.
They’re bastards who can abandon their background for money. In other words, they’re guys who can put money and life on the same scale. You think there aren’t many like that? No, even when life weighs a bit more, we admire or say “they’re crazy” about those who have the courage to put it on the scale. Honestly, there’s no one who’s willing to die like a dog just for money. Well, there are hardly any, that is.
And Gleinach is one of those rare cases. In other words, he’s definitely not stuck in that room. The Director putting him there is half intended as confinement, but half as protection. Even knowing this, he’ll definitely find a way out. Why?
Because if he stays confined like that, he becomes the property of the Security Bureau. These guys can tolerate their lives being thrown away like trash, but they can’t stand becoming someone else’s free lunch.
So I waited. After about 21 hours, he appeared. He showed up faster than I expected; I almost whistled.
As he passed by without noticing me, I wrapped a cord around his neck. This time, it was a situation where I could really kill him, so the cord was suitable for the purpose. The thin cord dug into his neck, and blood flowed down his neck. He choked as he was pulled into my arms.
“Hello, Gleinach.”
At my voice, he closed his eyes.
Shit.
The bastard who couldn’t make a sound cursed with just his mouth shape.
“Today’s business is simple, and you know what it is. I hope we can do this easily, but if you want to make it difficult.”
I lightly pulled the cord tighter. Gleinach’s eyes were about to roll back. I quickly loosened the neck cord and smiled.
“Of course, it’s up to you if you want to make it difficult. What will you do?”
Gleinach chose the easy path. Of course. He probably doesn’t have the confidence to argue with me over this, but he also can’t. Because he’s in a position of running away, and I’m clearly a Security Bureau employee holding him. I’m doing something that won’t be a problem at all. This is the power of background. One side clearly supports my actions as righteous.
“See you next time.”
After the disoriented Gleinach left with that nonsensical greeting, a file he sent remained on my phone. Of course. There’s no way a bastard like Gleinach wouldn’t keep a copy of the information he gave to the Director. As I smirked, a message arrived from Gleinach.
Do you happen to know what kind of jewel Lee likes?
Bullshit. I blocked him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
