"Co-operate, what does that mean?"
"Never mind. Just get on with the questions."
Ikuto said, sounding annoyed. The guy with the brief case took out a few pictures and pieces of paper. Then he straightened them, the way they do, and lay them down on the table.
"Have you ever seen this girl?"
He asked, showing me a picture of my friend, Utau.
"Yeah, I know her. What's it to you?"
"She killed the previous president of Easter."
"Easter, I've heard of it somewhere before."
"Yes. You are in the main head quarters. This is where everything is."
"But this is a heroin farm in Vietnam or someplace."
"You're good. You are very good. But I'm not saying you're right."
"So where are we? And why am I here?"
"We are on the boarder of Vietnam. The fence you see is the fine line between here and the next country. Useful for transporting cargo to other states."
"So this is a heroin farm."
"And Easter's HQ, a military base, a martial arts training centre."
"So get on with it, I haven't got all day."
"Ok, why did you agree to join?"
"Because I didn't want to be here and I thought that if I finally joined this stupid club then I would be able to go home."
"Fair enough. So why join now?"
"I don't know! Ask somebody who does."
"Answer the question."
"I did."
Then he stood up and walked around to my side of the table (for those of you who watch NCIS, the way Gibbs does when he's angry) Ikuto then left me and stood with his back against a wall with interest.
Then the interviewer guy clicked his fingers twice and two huge men walked in and stood behind me.
"Take her away. We are done here."