Amber City, Inner City District.
In front of a coffee shop by the roadside, tables and chairs were set up along with sun umbrellas so customers could rest, dine, and enjoy the street scene.
Akebin and Drake were sitting casually, and Drake had even ordered a fried fish sandwich, sipping coffee while eating.
"The Executioner Squad doesn't seem to be coming for you, Akebin,"
Drake mumbled.
Akebin glanced at him but said nothing, just silently pondering.
After a while, he finally spoke:
"It doesn't matter now, as long as they don't interfere with our mission... Let's go."
"With three little tails following us, we're just going to grab someone like that?"
Drake crumpled up the paper wrapper and nonchalantly threw it into the trash can behind him.
Akebin shook his head.
"They're already infected; they won't be able to catch up."
Having said that, he stood up and left towards the end of the street.