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There
.
Behind
sailors
in
short
-
sleeved
khaki
.
Dark
hair
,
mirrored
glasses
,
dark
clothing
,
slender
.
.
.
And
gone
.
Then
Case
was
running
,
bent
low
,
dodging
between
bodies
.
'
Rent
me
a
gun
,
Shin
?
’
The
boy
smiled
.
'
Two
hour
.
’
They
stood
together
in
the
smell
of
fresh
raw
seafood
at
the
rear
of
a
Shiga
sushi
stall
.
'
You
come
back
,
two
hour
.
’
'
I
need
one
now
,
man
.
Got
anything
right
now
?
’
Shin
rummaged
behind
empty
two
-
liter
cans
that
had
once
been
filled
with
powdered
horseradish
.
He
produced
a
slender
package
wrapped
in
gray
plastic
.
'
Taser
.
One
hour
,
twenty
New
Yen
.
Thirty
deposit
.
’
'
Shit
.
I
don
’
t
need
that
.
I
need
a
gun
.
Like
I
maybe
wanna
shoot
somebody
,
understand
?
’
