(Sutamai) Character Main Story - POLICE, Prologue
1.1.
This is a story from one month before I met them.
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-Police Department: Outside-
It was from this position that the Police Department was commonly referred to as “Sakuradamon” by the general public.
And on the 6th floor, inside the First Division, four police investigators were convening.
-CIU First Division-
Asagiri: … So in other words, Izumi Rei was taken in by the NCD.
Asagiri Tsukasa deliberately folded his arms, and sighed.
Hattori: Yep. They haven’t employed her yet, but she’s supposedly given her consent.
Something about it being time already to enter her into training or not…
Sugano: Damn, that’s fast.
Izumi Rei is that so-called girl with the narcotics tolerance, right?
Didn’t they just, like, find her?
The NCD sure are canny. If it was going to be a girl, then I would’ve wanted her for our team.
Arakida: Natsuki.
We were after Izumi Rei for her narcotics tolerance.
Gender has nothing to do with it.
Hattori: … Right, that was the case.
Arakida: Not you too, You-san…
1.2.
-CIU First Division-
Asagiri: … I think it’s precisely because of her narcotics tolerance that we don’t need her.
An incompetent person with only a different body constitution to others is nothing more than a pure dead weight.
Sugano: That’s Tsukasa-san for you, alright! Harsh as hell~
Asagiri: To begin with, she’s also far too thoughtless.
All the while possessing such a genetic make-up—and even if she was invited—there must be something wrong with her to so readily decide in becoming an NCD agent.
Hattori: You mean how it’s there of all places?
Asagiri: That’s not what I’m saying.
Sugano: Haha. That’s for sure.
You’re not saying it out loud, and just thinking it in your head, right?
Asagiri: ……
Asagiri didn’t give an answer, and only spared a fleeting glance at Sugano.
1.3.
-CIU First Division-
Hattori: Well, isn’t it at least better than having her being taken away by the underground bunch?
Arakida: Even so, do you really think they’re just going to sit back and watch?
Hattori: Hardly.
Of course there’s going to be a storm.
Sugano: What’s the game plan?
Hattori: What, indeed.
Such a pickle to think about.
Arakida: You don’t look like you’re all that worried though.
Sugano: Ahaha.
Asagiri: ……
Seeming like he was exasperated by his boss’ indifferent nature, Asagiri massaged his temples and let out a deep sigh.
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“He’s an elite, but is actually the super athletic type?”
The start of your turbulent everyday with these men shrouded in their tense atmosphere…
… is a story for a little while away.
