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[color=#A9806F]"Eugh. Fine."[/color]

Thankfully, most of the cops had been taken away by Mai's diversion. Beniha could easily slip away from the factory to help carry him. She had stayed behind to collect the pieces of his gun parts. Really, what a moron. Who'd just lose a gun in Japan? That'd be like pinning a massive red flag to the entire operation.

Though, a large issue remained: neither of them had a car. Well, it wasn't too much of an issue. She just had to carry the unconscious buffoon to the nearest 24 hour convenience store. They could then call a taxi and pretend that he was was just passed out drunk. At this time of night, absolutely wasted men in suits were a common enough sight. It'd at least buy them enough time to get the gravitational wonder to a hospital bed.

She picked up the old man and carried him on her back. Even if she was getting up there in years, she was still a trained devil hunter. This much weight was still easy to carry. When she finally reached the conbini, she placed the unconscious man somewhere where nobody'd see and stepped inside for a quick purchase. A large bottle of booze, a small notepad, a pen, and after a text message talking about Da Xia bringing a demon to the HQ, a pack of smokes.

Once outside, she called for a taxi and waited by the unconscious old man. She quickly splashed his coat and shirt with the booze before beginning to drink the rest of it. He didn't really look injured. It was mostly hidden by his hair, beard, and clothes. It made it easier; Beniha didn't have to heal his external wounds.

So now, she'd just have to wait for the taxi to come. Not really much for small-talk between the unconscious Maurice and Adam had he come with, she angrily wrote complaints about what went wrong with what happened. Whether the DHA actually took her informal complaints in writing to heart or just shredded it, she didn't care. She'd at least know that she let her annoyances be known.