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Above the terrifying waves, the Anonymous sped through the night sky at full throttle, the dark ship slicing through the thin fog, with storm clouds providing the perfect cover, the Shuttle Machine moving stealthily like a smear of ink.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki constantly refreshed the scanner, trying to find some trace in the vicinity, of the Colonel or the enemy, but the old program panel showed nothing. Some paid features that he didn't recognize were locked, and he pondered whether subscribing now would be of any use, but that was a consumer trap set by the corporation, and he refused to give in.

The Colonel, that guy... a legendary figure, Hosoda Yoshiyuki mused.

He took the dark green cloth bag off his back and put it on the empty seat next to him. Inside, an empty glass bottle was etched with the Colonel's portrait, which Hosoda Yoshiyuki had bought from the old goods market, for nothing, almost snatched away.