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A white car rolled through the streets of Japan. It had no markings, even that of a manufacturer, save for the small logo carved on the mirrors of an oval with an iris towards the top, with a curve touching the iris's bottom and stretching down towards the bottom of the oval both shapes were inside of.

Rod sat in the back seat with his left leg over his right, holding a handful of photos in one hand and a brick phone in the other. The interior of the car was highly decorated, colored an ivory white with silver trims. The driver was completely isolated from Rod's conversation over the phone.

[color=SlateBlue]"Yknow I think this is a major success. Just my two-cents though."[/color]

Rod fanned through the pictures. Each of them were hastily taken shots of dead bodies. Hardly any blood in any of them. All of the closeup images showed the bodies were all wrinkled and withered, their eyes open and their faces bearing some tint of the horror they experienced at the time of death.

[color=SlateBlue]"Well hey, I mean the thing broke out of [i]our[/i] security measures, made it [i]all the way[/i] from Rio to Japan, and it's [i]still[/i] killing people with a MAVERICK outpost nearby? Sounds like someone earned themselves a pat on the back."[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"No, that wasn't a passive aggressive insult towards you."[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Yeah. No prob. Get in there, find the rat, knock his ass out, bring him back before anyone notices. Gotcha. Although it sure would've helped to send some backup."[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"O-Oh. Her? What's she here for?"[/color]

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[color=SlateBlue]"Gotcha, you don't trust me. Thanks. Yeah talk to you soon. Oh and by the way, did you get my memo? Yknow, about inventing phones that can't be tracked but aren't the size of a brick? Hello?"[/color]

Rod put his phone down and tossed the pictures into the seat next to him. The car pulled to a stop outside of some Hotspring, which MAVERICK had adopted as it's base of operations within the city. It was a good place to start. On Rod's belt was a device made to track SYM-04, with a range large enough to cover the entire city, that would activate once SYM-04 used his Ki Drainer again. 
	The only major concerns were additional robot sightings (which was apparently more concern than a bloodthirsty abomination that literally devoured people's life energy, if Horizon Frontier reports were correct), and SYM-04 having left the city. In the off chance that robots would appear, all Rod would have to do was lean back while MAVERICK soldiers turned them to glass again. The other issue, SYM-04 going a while without feeding, wouldn't be much of a problem. That Thing needed to feed at least once a day, and the dumb thing couldn't leave the city before then. Even if he did wean himself, Ivory would probably just find him herself have another pet to groom. Which stirred some concern in Rod. Not only did she just freak him out, being a Symbiote capable of walking, talking, and controlling other Symbiotes, but she was sent here when Rod had no idea anyone else was coming along. Which meant Horizon Frontiers still didn't trust him. 
	But still, less work for him. Rod pulled out and lit a cigarette, leaning next to the pole, waiting for SYM-04 to strike agai--

[i]drip[/i]

... Son of a bitch, it was starting to rain. [i]The day[/i] after he bought his new jacket. He didn't want to screw up the radar's range, so he had no choice but to walk inside of the hot spring, where he sat in the lobby, waiting (im)patiently.