'Are you sure about this, Hachiro? ' Izuna checked their surroundings for perhaps the fifth time in five minutes. 'Shouldn 't we find somewhere that isn 't so out in the open? What if he screams and draws attention from a passing patrol or something? '

'You ask too many questions. ' Grunting with relief, his patrol companion dropped to one knee and let the body he 'd been carrying fall to one side. Hachiro was his third cousin twice removed or something like that, a distant relative of a relative, and they 'd never gotten along well to begin with. Izuna wished it had been almost anyone else with him while he ran patrols today.