Ranmaru spotted Seiichi, but glanced furtively at the area first. They were gone, but for how long? Sneaking towards him, Ranmaru took cover just beside the red-head.

"Yeah, I saw that," whispered Ranmaru. His eyes kept glancing back to the area where the two mysterious men fired upon each other. There was no sign of their return, but Ranmaru still felt uneasy.

He placed a hand on Seiichi's shoulder, and smiled nervously. "Let's just wait for—"

The other boy stood up, and Ranmaru watched him edge towards the crates. Was he so deathly curious of the object that he would risk the chance of being shot upon just to see whatever was inside? Ranmaru ducked below cover, his eyes following Seiichi's deliberate footsteps towards the crates. Even as the boy stood over one of the crates, Ranmaru took half a minute to even stand up.

With cat-like tread, Ranmaru walked to the other crate. It was black, and about the size of a briefcase if they were square and wooden. It looked strange.

Ranmaru gave Seiichi a nervous look, and mouthed: "Should we call the police?" He added in a few hand gestures, hoping that the red-head got the message.