The Man with No Name
( Part Thirty-Seven: What you deserve )
Two packages will be sent to Cyclonia via railway. Junko's mighty brow furrows in question when Aerrow gives the go signal, and asks whether it is humane to stuff the leader of the Raptors inside a burlap mail bag covered in all sorts of postage stamps before it reaches its final destination.
Finn snickers. Of course it's appropriate, someone working as hard as Repton deserves a vacation. Visit as many terras as possible before he reaches Master Cyclonis's front door.
The redhead turns towards Dark Ace and silently gains his approval with a single arched brow.
"Go ahead, Junko."
The wallop's guns bulge with the hefty weight. "If you say so, Aerrow. MAIL HOOOOOO!"