–Logan–
I booked a direct flight to Japan. Just the thought of going there made me grin. I knew I wouldn't get bored. Sure, it was partly business, but I was also planning to enjoy the nightlife—the clubs, the bars… and the women.
It was only a few hours of flight, first class, with great service. I slept for a bit and dreamed of floating, the hum of turbulence lulling me like a lover's whisper. What woke me was the captain's voice announcing our descent.
Not a bad flight.
The moment we landed, I headed straight out. A shabby-looking car waited for me by the curb, and beside it stood a staff member from the laboratory who looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were ringed dark, but he greeted me with forced cheer.
"Yaa, Rōgan-san! Furaito wa dou datta?" Kei greeted enthusiastically despite looking half-dead.
"Yaa, Kei. Furaito wa mondai nakatta yo. Unten shitemo ii?" I asked, gesturing toward the driver's seat.
"Uun, ii n janai?"
