Warehouse office. East of Takaoka Port. 20:00 PM.

Sashiga continues to circle around his office impatiently with his arms tied on his back. The wait was so long that he had to scratch his itchy ear, which its earring merrily danced at each scratching. Truthfully restless he was that none of his men enter his office lest he would shoot them in the leg if they didn't have anything important to announce. There's a gun lying on the desk, loaded and within his reach, pretty easier to grab than he would from his holster.

"Where are those damn bastards?!" Sashiga yelled to himself. "We'll be done by the evening,' my ass! Surely take their sweet time, huh?"

Sashiga leans onto the desk, arms supporting himself. "Jin, Sungeo…. Just what that blondie bitch and those gung-ho goody two shoes knew about them?"

"Boss!"

He turns around as one of his men enters the office. "You better got something important to tell me 'cause I'm sure as shit gonna put holes on ya' for wastin' my time!"

"Woah, Sashiga-sama, it's about the men you sent to look at that house."

"Oh?" Sashiga eased a little. "Did they find anything?"

"Uh… boss…," the goon gulped. "Those boys are dead. The cops killed them."

Sashiga grimaces at him, raising a fist, and eventually lowers it. "What about the family?"

"They're gone. As in missing," the goon replied. "Our guy in the department said the house belongs to an Oomuro Family, and there's another family that went missing with them, the Furutani."

Sashiga then sits on the desk, putting his gun on his lap. "How did my boys die?"

"A detective came over to see the Oomuro Family. From what I heard, their false IDs got caught out, and the detective and other officers tried to arrest them. They fought back, but those cops managed to kill them both."

Sashiga raises an eyebrow. "Who's this detective that knew this family?"

"Detective Sumida Oharu, and a little tidbit from our informant: she's also the one in charge of investigating that mess boss made at Bakimura Store."

Sashiga leans his head forward. "Interesting. Did he manage to find out what she knew?"

"Not much. All she could find was a spent bullet in a girl's room, and the one belonged to Sakurako," the goon explained. "Also, there are other people who helped those families escape before the cops showed up. There was a mention that a black man and a violet-haired woman took part in their disappearance."

Sashiga continues to stare at him for some time. He blinks and shakes his head. "Wait, violet-haired woman? Was she in a red dress too?"

"A-uh…. Yes," the goon replied. "You knew something about that, boss?"

"…. No…, no way!" Sashiga stared back at him. "That's the gun smuggling bitch!"

"Gun smu- Wait, you mean Shiba Matsubara?" the goon asked. "Why would she want to evacuate that family out of there?"

"Why do you think?! She's in bed with the damn Sentinels!" Sashiga retorted. "She must be makin' so much profit from those goody angels and from the people she sold the guns to. That's why she got those families out of there. That little brat is so important to them."

"Boss, are you sure you ain't guessin'?" the goon asked. "What if that kid ain't the Sentin-"

"Nyahh blah blah blah, I don't give a shit what you think!" Sashiga retorted back. "You think there's any other kid out there who can go killing people like she did those poor bastards at COCOdeS?! Surviving a damn bullet to the gut, no less?!"

"I-I see, boss…," the goon hesitantly replied. "Also, what about the big one? Are we still doing it?"

"Oh, of course, we're still doing it!" Sashiga responded. "You feel like quitin'?"

"No, boss! Just thought we'll have to deal with the Sentinels first before that."

"We ain't gonna waste time over that! You got everything ready for tomorrow?"

"All weapons and equipment are ready. We'll wait for your order, boss."

"Good, tell the boys to get some rest. We'll be making huge money tomorrow."

"Got it, boss!"

His man soon leaves the office, and Sashiga claps his hands with his teeth gritted.

"Matsubara…. I'm gonna deal with her after this. Gonna show that woman her place and show that her parents ain't coming back to help her."


Safehouse. 13:00 PM.

Shiba had already left in the morning, mentioning relocating her business for the time being during these troubled times. George and Riko are the only ones who are watching over the two families, that if you don't count Sakurako. The families can only watch the TV, rest, or gaze out the windows of the second floor. Sakurako tries her best to uplift Himawari's and Kaede's moods. Kaede had wondered if being here for so long was similar to a house arrest, which Sakurako said was accurate.

Nadeshiko is doing her best to refrain from texting her friend about her current situation, but due to this circumstance, she had asked George to send a letter in the morning too. The mothers chat with each other, expressing the same concern and the paranoia they had since a couple of days ago. So unfortunate to see their parents are so restless that they worry about other families that are related to them. George reads the newspaper near the families while Riko checks up on the vehicles downstairs.

Sakurako crouches on her individual bed and sees to it that her black bag is untouched. She pushes it deeper under it and then goes into the cabinet to check on her pistol. She unloads the P99 and disassembles the slide to see if there is some grime in it. From how it looks, a simple towel and lubricant should be enough to clean it up. That lubricant in the garage should help.

"Onee-chan."

She turns at Hanako's call. "What is it?"

"Since when did you have that black bag?" Hanako asked. "I don't think we ever bought that before."

Sakurako stares at her for a moment, contemplating. "A present I got from Shiba-san."

"Really?" her mother asked. "Why you haven't told us about it?"

"…," Sakurako diverted her eyes to the side. "Never crossed my mind."

"But that looks heavy…," Hanako commented. "Did you bring a lot of clothes?"

"You could say that."

"Sakurako."

They turn at Himawari, who is standing beside Kaede and her mother. "We would like to ask something."

"What is it?" Sakurako raised an eyebrow.

"Well…," Himawari scratched her right cheek. "I know we shouldn't be going out until we deal with the situation, but… is it okay if we head out to the mall?"

Sakurako thinks it is a bad idea, so she glances at someone else. "George."

"Is there a reason why you wanted to go to the mall?" he asked. "Going into a big public area is not a good idea during this circumstance."

"We planned to go shopping there, but…," the Furutani mother paused. "Truthfully, we wanted to go to the cinema there to watch a movie Kaede really wanted to see since that movie isn't available outside the cinema."

"I don't think that's wise-"

"George-san, please," Kaede begged him. "I don't want to wait for much longer. I really wanted to see that movie!"

George takes a deep breath, a little taken back at the adorableness of the bluehead little sister. George soon exhales.

"Alright, you should talk to Ms. Shiba first and see if she can permit it," George then handed an item to the mother. "Use my phone."

"Thanks, George-san," the mother soon made the call and stood a bit far from the group.

Hanako turns at Kaede. "Is it really that desperate for a movie?"

"Yes, Hanako-chan," Kaede replied. "Today is the only day they put out that movie in the cinema, so I don't want to miss it."

"Well, there are a lot of people in there," Sakurako commented. "I think you could hide just by walking among the crowds. Just try not to stand out."

"It sounds like you've done this before," Nadeshiko commented, who is lying one bed away from them.

Sakurako shrugs. "It's easier to spot you if no one else is around."

"That's true," George answered, flipping another page of his newspaper. "But also, no one would notice you if there's no one else standing to tell anyone you were there."

They stare with confusion at him. "What do you mean by that, George?" the Oomuro mother asked.

"Oh," Sakurako's face returned to indifference. "You also killed those who spotted you."

They look at Sakurako with fright at such a concept. The mother then sighs with sincerity. "Is that standard practice during your missions?

"During covert ops, well… it's a little bit often," George wiggled his open right palm. "If you play the cards right, you can capture an entire compound without raising the alarm and also have a half and a dozen dead men sleeping around the perimeter."

"That's so scary, George-san," Kaede responded with wincing eyes.

"I know, Ms. Kaede," George replied. "But fear is also one of the factors for us rangers to win a battle. If you use that fear well to your advantage, you'll be able to scare them off without firing a shot. Our enemy at that time was too tough to scare at, but we succeeded at some point."

They nod at George, at which point the Furutani mother returns the phone. "Thanks, George-san. Shiba-san said she'll allow it as long as we wear something to hide our faces and someone else to escort us."

"Very well, then," George pointed his thumb towards the stairs. "Go see Riko. He should be able to accompany you for today."

"Alright," Himawari turned at Sakurako. "We should be back by early evening."

"I see…," Sakurako looked at her gun.

"No, no, don't give me your gun," Himawari shook her head. "We'll be fine. If there's any trouble, I'm sure Riko-san could help us with that."

"Rest assured, Ms. Sakurako. You can rely on Riko," George replied. "He got great experience on this particular job."

"Alright, then, George," Sakurako gave in with a nod. "Be careful out there."

"We will," the Furutani mother replied.

"And Kaede," Sakurako called. "I hope you'll have fun watching the movie."

"Okay, Saku-onee-chan!"

The Furutani Family soon goes downstairs; the Oomuro Family and George are the only ones remaining there. Sakurako turns at George as he calmly reads his newly issued newspaper.

"George," Sakurako called. "Is there some kind of lubricant downstairs to clean this gun?"

"Oh, that?" George shut his newspapers and stood up. "Follow me. I think we have a special lubricant somewhere in the garage."

Once Sakurako and George leave the room, the rest of the Oomuro Family resign themselves to the bed and watch the TV across them. Hanako, though, goes ahead to grab a book and a pencil to draw something abstract on the night table. As she readied to draw, her eyes couldn't help but to glance at the place where Sakurako hid her black bag. That being remembered, the way her second sister's eyes gazed was a bit suspicious. She tried to not mind about it, but she could hold back her curiosity no longer. Hanako shuts the book and crouches underneath Sakurako's bed. She then tries to pull that bag out.

Not even a fraction of energy was spent; she immediately realized how heavy it was. Too heavy, even for a lot of clothes.

"Hanako, what are you doing?" the mother asked. "You shouldn't be snooping around your sister's belonging."

"Okaa-chan," Hanako answered. "I don't think these are clothes."

"Hm?" the mother raised an eyebrow, not realizing Nadeshiko sat straight on her bed after that remark. "How do you mean?"

Meanwhile, in the garage, George found a specific gun lubricant for Sakurako to use. He is also kind enough to provide a cloth to clean the gun. Since he's a former US ranger, he provides little details about the gun she held and provides the difference with George's M9 Beretta, something that enlightened her firearms knowledge. It did take a little while to clean it, and she just realized that the van they used for their vigilantism looked pristine as it never got shot at. George remarked that Riko was an excellent repairman, even better at his job than Maru. Here she thought he was just a great driver.

Sakurako reassembled her pistol, and soon off, they went towards the stairs. Occasionally, Sakurako would pull the slide over and over again to reprimand herself from boredom. They return to the room so that Sakurako can finally rest on the bed. However, the sight before them prevents her from doing just that.

Her family has opened the contents of her black bag, and her mother is holding her AK-103.

This wasn't good, and they were pretty angry.

"SA. KU. RA. KO!" the mother emphasized angrily and loudly.

"Oh, boy," George whispered, the left edge of his lip pulled back and opened, showing his gritted teeth. "This ain't good."

Sakurako takes a deep, concerned sigh. "Okaa-chan, calm dow-"

"Don't you tell me to calm down!" the mother retorted. "This sure ain't as hell another airsoft gun. Look-"

The mother shows them both the 7.62 bullets inside the magazine. "Does this looks like BB bullets to you?!"

"No, it's a real gun."

"Come here, Sakurako!" the mother ordered firmly. "Sit down on your bed!"

Sakurako obeys and sits there immediately. George stood firm and unfazed behind her.

"I'm already sick with you keeping secrets one at a time," the mother quickly said. "Why is this gun in your bag? Your helmet, your vest, your gas mask, why the hell are those things inside your damn bag!?"

"O-okaa-chan…. I…."

"Is this another gift from Shiba-san?! Huh?!"

"Okaa-chan, easy. I don't want you to get high blood pressure," Nadeshiko narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "But yes. Why do you have these items? From where did you get these? What are you planning to do with these?"

"Please. One at a time."

"Be serious, Sakurako," Nadeshiko reminded. "Is there another secret you aren't telling us?"

Sakurako ponders her question for a moment. "I guess we have to tell about Shiba-san, aren't we, George?"

"Unfortunately so."

"Hm?" the mother glared at her. "What of her?"

"Mrs. Oomuro," George answered for her. "While it is true that Shiba is a former teacher, she's currently working as a gun smuggler."

The family froze at him. No words could be omitted from within their mouths. Soon, the mother stands up and jolts her face at him.

"SHE'S A GODDAMN CRIMINAL?!"

"Yes, she is, Mrs. Oomuro. My employer, in fact."

The mother takes a step back, and the other sisters stare with their mouths agape. To think that the man who has been so kind to keep them in great till this far, they just don't know what to make of it. The mother would lash what incredibly irresponsible words at him if not for the fact that Sakurako knew about it as well.

"So… Shiba thought it's a good idea to give a gun and equipment to you?"

Sakurako merely nods.

"She- she lost her head or something!?" the mother then unconsciously pointed the AK at Sakurako. "I can't believe you-"

Sakurako immediately raised the barrel away from her, startling her mother, whose finger almost pressed the trigger. George step sideways to avoid the direction of the barrel

"What the- are you going against your own mother?!"

"Do you want to shoot your own daughter?"

Her comeback freezes her for a bit, and it is then she realizes the trigger she almost pressed. She quickly releases the AK, and Sakurako puts it standing aside on her bed.

"Wait, why do you even have to do that?!" the mother asked. "The gun is empty!"

"Do you want to accidentally kill someone because you thought it was empty?"

The mother was about to argue, but George interjected. "Don't argue. I've seen it happen before."

Her rage suddenly turns into one of bewilderment and fright. That guilt for unknowingly almost hurting her own daughter is such a terrible prospect that it left her without a tongue for a while. Nadeshiko massages onto her mother's shoulder as she asks Sakurako.

"Why did you want this gun and other stuff in that bag? You're not exactly planning to start a school shootout, do you?"

Sakurako stares at her with disgust. "Why would I want to do something like that? I wouldn't dare. Killing innocent people is the very last thing I would want to happen."

"Then tell us why you wanted these items."

"Be truthful!" Hanako added sternly. "No more secrets!"

"…." Sakurako bowed her head for a moment. "Revenge."

The family members look at each other at her answer. Nadeshiko speaks. "Revenge? For what? That event at Bakimura Store?"

"Why do you think I remember the three criminals back in that store?"

The mother straightens her back, and her eyes widen. "You…. Are you insane?!"

"I'm afraid that ship has sailed, Mrs. Oomuro," George replied. "I'll take over from here, Ms. Sakurako."

The said girl nods at his offer. And from there, George explains how Sakurako got her involved with his employer starting from that visit months ago at COCOdeS. Up when George finally tells them of her first contract, the mother flips at him.

"ARE YOU GODDAMNED KIDDING ME?! YOU USED MY DAMN KID FOR YOUR DIRTY WORK?!"

"Calm down, Mrs. Oomuro. I didn't decide this, nor did Ms. Matsubara," how George maintained his stoic posture was overwhelmingly applauding. "In fact, Sakurako was the one who asked for a job from my employer while we looked into the suspects she mentioned."

"I… I can't believe this…," the mother put pressure on her forehead with both hands. "What the hell were YOU THINKING, SAkurako?!"

"… I'm sorry, okaa-chan," Sakurako gazed at the ground.

"So… she kept doing these… contracts for Shiba as long as you find these criminals?" Nadeshiko asked.

"Pretty much. Rest assured, the contracts she received aimed to benefit both the authorities and the general public."

The mother raises her head. "I'm sorry? For the police and the people?"

"Yes, ma'am. She had been working hard to get those contracts done with how crimes had been on the rise since months ago. Not only she's quelling those crimes, but she also receives paychecks from it."

"Wait," Nadeshiko deadpanned at Sakurako. "You got paid?"

"Yes," Sakurako answered indifferently. "The lottery thing? That was a lie."

"So that's how you got a lot of money…." Hanako strained her face at her answer.

The mother is still frowning at her actions. "Why…. To think my daughter would be willing to partake in a job like that…."

"But… she defeated bad people too, right?" Hanako asked.

"That's not the point," the mother responded. "Sakurako is still a kid. She shouldn't have done something like that. Yet…."

"Easy, Mrs. Oomuro. That's not all of it yet," George replied.

George had dropped the bomb on them to reveal that Sakurako was the Sentinel, alongside Shiba's crew. The family felt speechless to discover that sentiment stemmed from the contracts she received aiming to deal with major crimes, sometimes minor ones. With how the Sentinels have been doing for the past six months, it was nothing short of miraculous that Sakurako remains standing on this day. However, there's also more.

The criminals she mentioned? Well, George told them they managed to kill two out of three. The incident at the port, where it was said the girls were about to be sold off, was their doing; Sakurako killed one there. The day when Sakurako returned home with appalling wounds while George escorted her back? He explained to them that Sakurako assaulted a Yakuza office on her lonesome because Shiba hid information about another suspect away from her, fearing his death might bring unwanted attention. She didn't kill him, but Shiba did, rightfully so.

"So you're telling me…," the mother paused, exasperated. "All this happened… because she's a Sentinel?"

"Yes, Mrs. Oomuro," George nodded. "Since that incident at the café, they're confident that this is the girl they're looking for."

The mother covers her face, digesting all this horrific nonsense in her head so that they can see some steam exiting her head.

"Okaa-chan?" Sakurako looked on with concern.

"You're a goddamn idiot, Sakurako."

"…. I know," Sakurako bowed her head. "But I just can't… stop."

"…. More importantly, though," Nadeshiko interjected. "Who are 'they?' I never heard a criminal as hell-bent as this just for a person."

Hanako awaited an answer; however, she couldn't stop herself from asking this. "Sakurako-nee-chan. I remember you asked Shiba-san if she 'found the last one a couple of days ago. Were you talking about the last criminal who started that shootout at the store?"

Sakurako stares at her for a moment. "Yes. I managed to ask her yesterday. Sashiga Uchiyama. A dangerous man who robbed a big bank in northern Japan, or so I heard from Shiba-sensei."

"We were unable to determine his current whereabouts, so we cannot do anything for the moment," George explained. "We just need to hold out long enough until he shows up in the grid."

"Then what will you do? Kill him?" the mother asked.

"Yes," was her second daughter's reply.

The mother glares with an upset frown. "Isn't there any other way than killing him?"

"…. That's my solution, I'm afraid," Sakurako replied. "Sumida-san might have another idea about that, but I doubt it works."

"Just how dangerous this man is?" Nadeshiko asked George.

"He has his own criminal organization," he replied. "And if I remember correctly, their jobs are mainly about kidnapping, arson, illegal good trades, and sometimes homicide. Sashiga is well-known for doing all that, but they're pretty popular at their job on robbery."

"…. I guess that's reason enough to warrant his death," the mother grimly commented.

Nadeshiko places her hands on her hips. "I'm guessing Shiba-san's leave in the morning was about her gun trade, hm?"

"They have to relocate their operations elsewhere," George replied. "There's a possibility Sashiga caught wind of our involvement, so we're doing that as a precaution."

"I can't believe I'm glad for a criminal to hide themselves from another much worse criminal," the mother commented in dismay.

"At least she is fond of your daughter, Mrs. Oomuro."

The mother looks back with a tired smile. "Yeah, that's good to know."


At the mall. 15:45 PM.

"Yay! That was fun!"

Himawari smiles at her little sister underneath her cap. "I'm glad we're able to come here."

"Yeah," her mother agreed, correcting the hood of her jacket as her sunglasses glimmered. "It feels weird trying not to stand out, though."

"That movie sure was interesting," Riko commented with an unusually high tone.

"Hm?" the mother glanced at him. "You don't like it?"

"No, nothing like that," Riko shook his head. "Isn't it weird for you that a grown-up man is watching a kiddie show like that one?"

"Well, I just watched that," the mother replied. "Does it still look weird to you?"

"Well, you've got kids to look after, so I think that's fine."

"Neh, okaa-chan," Kaede called. "Can you buy me a crepe at that stand?"

"Sure," the mother replied, then they walked over to that stand. "Which do you want to pick?"

As the family orders their food, Riko stands nearby to watch their surroundings. His attention is on the windows since it is near the crepe stand. Escorting job is boring, but that's better for him than some sniper suddenly shooting him or his VIPs out of nowhere. As he keeps looking out the windows, he immediately notices a bunch of cars parked carelessly right in front of the mall entrance, a bit far right. They were just sitting there at first until some of those people stepped out of the cars, just in time when Himawari came over to him.

"Riko-san, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, shit…."

"Hm?"

Himawari soon looks in the direction he's looking to discover a group of masked men, some with bulletproof vests, who are armed to the teeth and about to enter the mall.

Riko freezes at the sight. His job is now getting harder from here.


The clock is already ticking past four PM, and the Furutani Family hasn't returned yet. It is understandable that they might possibly be doing a little shopping before going home. But for some reason, Sakurako couldn't sit down quietly and instead walked back and forth around the room. Her face also has a deep concern from how she narrows her eyebrows.

"Are you alright, Sakurako?" Hanako asked. "You've been walking around aimlessly for some time now."

"I don't know, Hanako," Sakurako managed to stop herself. "I got a bad feeling."

"Are you worried about Himawari and her family?" Nadeshiko asked, to which she nodded. "Riko-san is with them. I'm sure they'll be fine."

"That's it, onee-chan," Sakurako wrapped her own arms on her back. "I just don't know why I got a bad feeling about them all of a sudden."

"Are you scared of how they'll react about you being a Sentinel?" the mother asked.

"That's not what I'm worried about," Sakurako replied. "They're taking too long."

George suddenly barges into the room as he already shuts his phone off. "Ms. Sakurako, we got a problem!"

"What is it?"

"It's about the Furutani Family."

The family got up from their beds, whereas Sakurako faced him with a petrified glare. "Something bad happened?"

"Not yet, but it's worse than I like," George proceeded to turn the TV on and made them watch the news channel.

After an advertisement, a particular piece of news comes up. It wasn't a good one.

"We are now reporting live from outside of Kabaragi Mall, Takaoka. And as you can see, the police are currently mobilizing their officers to secure the area surrounding the mall after receiving reports that more than a couple dozens of armed criminals entered the mall and locked the place down. Many civilians have been evacuated from the area, but unfortunately, some of them are still stuck within the mall to be used as hostages. Currently, these criminals are attempting what appears to be the largest mall heist of the year in Takaoka…."

Sakurako widens her eyes, and she turns at George. "They're in that mall?"

"I'm afraid so," George answered. "I have informed Shiba about this, though unsure when she'll be back."

"Oh no…," the mother froze. "This is bad. THIS IS SO BAD!"

"Easy, Mrs. Oomuro-"

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S THE TIME TO RELAX?!"

"Okaa-chan, please," Sakurako looked at the news for a moment, digesting what the criminals brought onto their table.

Automatic weapons; submachineguns and rifles, some with pistols, some, if not most, are wearing bulletproof vests, and they're experienced, probably more experienced than those she killed at the Yakuza office.

With a determined face, she announces. "We're going there."

"Wha- WHAT!? ARE YOU NUTS?!" the mother asked in retort and concern. "They'll kill you!"

"I know," Sakurako replied. "But I couldn't leave Himawari and her family there forever."

"Sakurako, we should discuss with Ms. Matsubara about this," George advised. "Going there now won't be-"

"There's no time, George. I'm going there," Sakurako made a fist. "I can't stay here and just watch. Besides, George."

She looks up at his face. "I won't be going there alone. You will watch my back, won't you?"

He regards her words for a moment, to which then he wears off his sunglasses, showing the family his blue eyes for the first time. "I'll ensure no harm will come to you during these troubled times."

Sakurako turns to the news again to see how it progressed. Where Nadeshiko asks. "Are you going in there as Sentinels?"

"…. I don't think it's possible," Sakurako shook her head. "Do you think we can get out of there with that number of officers, George?"

"Almost impossible," George replied. "Are you going to suggest we'll go there with our identity exposed?"

"I don't see another way to keep our identity as Sentinels from getting exposed," Sakurako responded. "We'll just have to risk it."

"But that would require both of us not to bring our own weapons," George added.

"We can always steal one from the police."

"That's the boldest thing I ever heard from you," Nadeshiko commented with grim awe.

"That could work. Just need one of us to keep watch from getting ourselves spotted."

"Then we should get moving," Sakurako turned at her family. "I need you to lock the door and don't answer to anyone. I'll leave my weapons to you to protect yourself."

"Wha- you think it's okay that we'll be on our own here?!" the mother asked George.

"I'll have someone else to watch you over while we're away," George replied. "Oh, and Sakurako. I just remembered. It's related to this mall robbery."

"What is it?"

"Ms. Matsubara also told me that the man who runs this current robbery…. It's him."

Sakurako's gaze soon turns into a glare. Hanako had just noticed how sharp her eyes were and looked as if she had borrowed Superman's eyes. Nadeshiko and the mother were finally able to feel an aura, they couldn't describe what kind of aura it was, but they could see it was dark red.

"He… knew Himawari was there?"

"No, miss. Judging from the armed men involved, it seems they've been planning this robbery for months. They don't know the Furutani's are currently there."

"Then let's go. We can't waste any more time," Sakurako ordered. "Two birds with one stone."

"Sakurako!"

The second daughter heeds her mother's call, whose face is gloomy at the rage Sakurako is about to illustrate.

"Just…. Don't be too reckless out there, alright?" the mother gently asked. "I don't want to lose you again."

Sakurako stares for a moment and returns a warm smile. "I will be careful, okaa-chan."

Both George and Sakurako soon leave the room. As they get in George's car, he makes a call to another friend to look the family over. They soon departed from the safe house, and George drove as fast as possible toward the site.

Sakurako hopes that the Furutani Family can hold out for much longer.