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Shrugging his shoulders, Calcite thought, and the weary man closed his eyes.
Perhaps he had never found himself in such a hopeless situation. The memory of the neutralized Kami provided food for some rather unpleasant thoughts; the team was scattered far and wide, the status of the mission was unknown, and nothing good awaited him. Even if he somehow managed to get out of here and reach command, what report would he give them? Almost every step turned into a failure in one form or another. He could argue some of them, but all these excuses wouldn't change the essence of the matter.
The only consolation in all this was Ginza's face. How much all this infuriated him; it seems that the old woman was indeed someone valuable, and she was brazenly taken right under his nose. Genza snorted – the last laugh before a painful and terrible end.
"It was fun while it lasted."
All that remained was to hope that at least the guys got out, and if they couldn't somehow continue this business, at least they would save themselves. But after receiving one blow after another from fate, mostly due to his own stupidity, he didn't place much hope in that thought.