The scene was silent for a moment, then Scotland hesitantly replied, "I can cook. Is the next mission to infiltrate a restaurant or a hotel kitchen?"
"No," Gin denied Scotland's unreliable guess, then observed Scotland carefully and said, "You need to take care of someone for a while."
Facing this answer, Scotland, Bourbon, and Rye all widened their eyes slightly, looking somewhat incredulous. Before they could learn more, a flurry of footsteps came from the doorway.
"Where's that kid?!" Seeing Vodka appear alone at the doorway, Gin's already grim expression darkened further, and he asked in a cold voice.
Noticing the other person Gin mentioned, the three undercover agents all guessed that it was probably the person Gin wanted Scotland to take care of, and they all focused their attention on Vodka.
Someone who could make a core member of the organization like Gin specifically find someone to look after them probably held unusual significance for the organization, but they wondered what value this person possessed.
Vodka's forehead was slick with cold sweat. Facing Gin's fierce gaze, he swallowed, his voice unsteady as he replied, "She, she went to rummage through a trash can..."
"What did you say?!" Gin's voice suddenly rose.
Directly facing Gin's anger, Vodka couldn't help but shiver, and with a mournful face, he repeated, "Stelle, she, she saw a trash can on the way, shouted there was treasure, and rushed over..."
"Then why didn't you stop her?" Gin asked, enunciating each word through gritted teeth.
"I wanted to, but Big Brother, you know how strong Stelle is, I really couldn't stop her!"
Gin choked.
He knew Vodka was right; with Stelle's physical prowess, Vodka really couldn't stop her.
Especially since Stelle had some kind of quirk; whenever she saw a trash can, she acted as if she'd taken a stimulant, her speed and strength several times their usual, making it even harder for Vodka to stop her.
But precisely because of this, Gin felt even more exhausted.
Ever since he was forced to accept the trouble of this girl named Stelle, Gin felt more tired than doing missions for seven days and seven nights straight.
So, when he heard the news that he could finally get rid of this trouble, he felt his weary body lighten considerably, and that very night, he summoned all the candidates provided by the higher-ups.
Thinking of this, he decided not to dwell on these minor details anymore; the important thing was to quickly hand over the troublesome person to Scotland.
Gin no longer made things difficult for Vodka. He turned and signaled Scotland with his eyes, then turned around and said, "Follow."
Scotland, Bourbon, and Rye exchanged glances, surprised by Gin's unusual reaction today.
Not to mention the mission, which completely went against the Black Organization's usual style, even a member of the organization leaving without orders, Gin didn't even pull out his Beretta to shoot her. Instead, he was preparing to personally go and find that Stelle!
All of this indicated just how special this person named Stelle was, despite not even having an organizational codename.
This made them even more curious.
Bourbon temporarily set aside his unwarranted animosity towards Rye. The two exchanged glances for a moment, and seeing that Gin didn't stop them, they reached a consensus and followed Gin, Vodka, and Scotland.
They hadn't walked far when the group saw a figure hunched over a trash can in the corner. She was leaning forward, her entire upper body almost completely inside the trash can, and from the sound, she was rummaging through something with a "clatter."
Scotland, Bourbon, Rye: "..."
They all felt speechless. This girl named Stelle was really rummaging through trash! They had thought Vodka's earlier statement was some kind of metaphor.