Sakura
May 26, 10:39 am, Tokyo, Japan
"Sakura, this is a bad idea," said Bunta, his voice slightly tinny over the phone.
Sakura sighed. Ever since...everything, Bunta had gotten a lot stricter about security. Even this call was apparently bounced through several VPNs before being connected.
Then again, this call wasn't really a normal call.
"If we don't do this, then we won't get what we need," said Sakura plainly. "Not in time."
"In time for what?" countered Bunta. "In case you haven't realized, we don't actually have a time limit for any of this stuff!"
Sakura was silent for a moment, frustrated. She didn't know exactly how to articulate what she was feeling.
Every time she thought about the story, she would think about those blue eyes, looking at her from behind that cage. She would think about the smell of the place, the pained groans of the prisoners, the callous, inhuman cruelty of the people in there.