Capture

(A month later)

Natsuo dodged incoming people as he walked down a crowded and congested street. A colorful alley dotted with pubs, restaurants, and boutiques echoed with cheerful speech and laughter.

But Natsuo's look was grim and he had pulled a hood over his face. He was acutely aware of his surroundings, scanning people and the street for any signs of danger.

The courtyard sign of an inn along the sidewalk advertised it as Ireland's most comfortable hotel.

"Where were you?! Why didn't you answer the phone?!" Jiro snapped angrily as Natsuo's sneaker touched the doormat.

"Don't start this again," Natsuo said, bolting to the small bathroom and leaving Jiro behind after he locked the door.

"Did anything happen? Did someone follow you?" Jiro asked worriedly.

"No," Natsuo replied, leaning against the sink and looking at the stained, blue-tiled floor.

"Are you sure?" Jiro asked to be sure.

"Yes, I am sure!" Natsuo shouted raising his voice.