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	Toma took another sip, eyes still casually scanning the scene. He’d assumed this part might take time, and had settled in for the long haul. To his surprise, it didn’t seem like that would be the case.

	A newcomer to the Scramble—a younger girl in a school uniform—caught his notice. She wasn’t just lost or looking for someone. She checked her phone.  That, in itself, wasn’t uncommon. Especially here. But it was the kind of thing Toma was specifically watching for.
High school or college age. A phone fixation. And a general air of suspicion, curiosity, or perplexity.

	This girl checked [i]all[/i] the boxes.

	Spotting her had been especially easy. His eyes had long since been trained to go straight to the uniform—he’d been surrounded by it for three years.

	While he sat near his beacon of truth, she seemed to take notice and made her way toward him. As she drew nearer, he caught the double feathers of a second year.

	“Pardon me,” she said politely. “I'm sorry to bother you, but may I ask if you are acquainted with Seiji Minamoto?”

	[i]There it is.[/i]

	“Yes,” he said, tone low. He gestured toward the nearby chair in invitation. “I take it you also got the vague message?”