Author's Note: So extremely long wait for this piece and I am so sorry about that I was lazy, busy, and kinda lost my writing mojo. Hopefully, it's back. Please enjoy this next little part, I'm working on the next one now. Thanks to everyone who has commented, favored, and subscribed to this story!
TWENTY-NINE
Munakata stood with his arms across his chest, watching as the paramedics and doctors fussed over the woman. They were examining her wounds, checking her vitals, and asking her questions. The woman was incoherent and couldn't even keep her eyes open. She was going to die she was too far-gone. Of course, doctor's jobs were to save lives, so they'd keep trying until she was truly gone. They used the paddles on her and as her body jolted, the line on the monitor remained flat. The doctors started compressions and then used the paddles again, but there was no response.
"Sir," Seri interrupted softly as he watched the scene before him. As she walked towards him her heels echoed in the room that was relatively empty for a hospital emergency room. "Fushimi confirmed her identity." The blonde woman held out an electronic tablet, which he took from her.
His eyes were still fixated on the scene. The doctors gave it one more try, but the woman was gone. Munakata looked away and turned his attention to the tablet, hearing one of the doctors calling time of death. He looked at the picture of the woman on the screen and scrolled down. Munakata read over her file and clicked his tongue, handing it back to Seri.
"Minako Nakahara," Munakata sighed and shook his head. "Find out how they're connected, why he left her for dead."
"Already have," Seri said and Munakata gestured for her to go on as they walked out of the emergency room. They ventured into a small waiting room and took a seat at a table by the windows. "Minako Nakahara used to work for Jimushi, but three years ago she backed out. Her daughter was also involved."
Munakata nodded slowly as he processed the information. "Who's her daughter? She'll need to be notified."
"It's the girl Mikoto saved, sir," Seri explained softly as she moved some things around on the tablet and showed it to him. "Kira Nakahara."
"Of course it is," Munakata sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I should have known."
"Are you okay, sir?" Seri asked, truly concerned for her King. He hadn't slept in nearly forty-eight hours and even if he wouldn't admit it out loud he was stressed out. Even though he kept his composure, Munakata agreed with what Mikoto said. Scepter 4 should have never let Kenji Arata get away. They should have made sure and burned the body.
"I'm fine," Munakata said softly as he cleared his throat and stood up from his seat. "I want everything we know about Jimushi and his people, past or present, on my desk in twenty-four hours." He pushed his chair in and walked away.
"Sir," Seri said as she stood up and Munakata stopped. He turned around and looked at the woman. "This isn't your fault."
Munakata didn't say anything; he just walked out of the room. Seri frowned and fell back into her chair, brushing her bangs from her face.
