Dazai 's nerves feel set ablaze when he closes the door of the car shut behind him and boots up the laptop. There are too many possible sources and not nearly enough time, let alone relevance, to pick out the right ones, so he shoves the sensation aside and focuses on the blinking red dots on the screen instead.

The most important dot has begun moving ten minutes ago and hasn 't stopped ever since. That 's good.

Knock. Knock-knock. Knock.

He unlocks the car and lets Yuan climb into the backseat even though her head immediately pops between the two front seats to get a look at the laptop. 'He 's moving already?! '

'Why else do you think I gave the signal? '

'Then why aren 't we moving already? '

Dazai levels a flat look at her. 'Do you want to leave behind the other two candidates? '

'Of course not, ' she mutters with a scowl. 'I 'm just worried. Those girls in there weren 't in good shape. '

'How many trackers did you get on them? '