"Would you like to get me a drink too?"

"Hmm." This time she forgot to resist Yanings' coquettishness.

"Seven ounces of juniper berries, two green cherries, thirty milliliters of alpha, half a cup of pure vodka, four octagonal ice cubes, 1.2 cm cubic volume."

Isabeth pressed twelve buttons at a distracted speed, and the conveyor belt swayed slightly to deliver a cup of ill-intentioned gray-purple drink.

"Thank you so much, I don't charge for my dying drink."

In a rare solemn tone, Yanings took a few sips of the exclusive flavored wine that only she was happy to enjoy.

"Let's go to the hangar."

"Don't you even discuss the strategy of action?"

The sound of Isabe's boots stepping down the hallway told her that she should save any clever words. Yanings had no choice but to obediently follow to the hangar at the other port of the bridge. She could figure out with her toenails what the boss was thinking about once she acted, there was no turning back.

"Alas, you are well, this is a golden opportunity, and the brave knight welcomes the lost princess back to the nest. But why on earth am I selling this little life? ”

"Come less, I won't."

Yanings continued to use her clever and spicy tongue to say anything that weighed more than two people.

"Don't come to this set, Jackal Boss, anyway, you can't hide from me, a 10,000-year-old partner, no matter how cool you are. I'm sorry, anyway, something involving someone is a nemesis, you can save that half of the prevarication, or I'm going to cry to you! ”

Isabé shrugged indispensably, she didn't want to bother with Yanings' words anyway. The kid thought it was a bad run away at best, but from the wording that Sanmanya had retained many details, and the strong hints of the code "Angel Arm", she knew something was wrong.

The details of the story of the time when Babon traveled to Kol alone many years ago, but lost an arm, are known only to her and her leader. Could it be that Isabe's eyes darkened, and there was a bunch of anxiety and wistfulness hidden beneath the vague words of the far-distance code.

Yanings was still complaining good-naturedly: "Our deputy leader is really a naughty bad boy, and he doesn't want to think about the consequences of saying goodbye without saying goodbye, now it's good, the queen and the knights are not in a mess!" ”

Isabe snapped out two phrases between the upper and lower rows of teeth: "Wrong, not this time." ”

Yanings cried exaggeratedly, "Please, you can say a complete sentence, okay?" Anyway, this was our first stunt performance in three years, and I refused to be Don Quixote's clown entourage. ”

Isabe took a deep breath and said the subtleties in her own unique way of breaking sentences.

"You don't understand the meaning of some codes. This time it was not her own action, it was most likely an unexplained hijacking. The other party is dangerous, extremely. ”

Goddess Isis is on top! Yanings rolled his eyes and swallowed a basket of exclamatory quips. It's rare for the jackal boss to say the weight of a single word for months, and he actually reported this kind of thunderbolt news.

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"Hey, wait, boss, our priority should be to catch up with the sub-light speedboat that slipped away from the Black Whirlwind base?"

"Huh?"

"Then, there is no need to set the friction index so low. It's too risky, and before you catch up with someone, you'll be hit by a foreign object that invades the effective range! I know you'd like to save more time, but that's the equivalent of lifting the shield that keeps us alive. ”

"If you have enough technology, you can't go wrong."

"Hey, don't provoke me like that, when I'm a rookie?"

The silence of the other party made Yanings even more unhappy. Going to his house to save time is not playing a three-degree video solo battleship race, and besides, Isabe's role in heroic sacrifice is too incorrect.

"Nins?"

"What are you doing?" She replied angrily, this guy has saved words to this extent, and never wants to call her name completely.

"You follow the clock, and I follow the opposite path, expanding outward by one photon per second of circular curvature. Rehearsed before, jazz duo, remember? ”

Yanings pouted and put on his hood: "Such a punctual tune, only outlaw players like us dare to provoke it, hum." If you are unfortunate enough to lose my delicate body as Sailor Moon, see how your boss is worthy of this girl! ”

The last syllable was spat out, and she resolutely pulled down the joystick, and the two identical battleships "Tartarus" smoothly and silently circled in the opposite direction. It was as if two invisible huge palms threw two marbles in opposite directions in the "Chipnon Star Abyss", expanding the radius of the high-speed circle from the inside out.

In the blink of an eye, all of Yanings' poor words were thrown millions of light-years away. Isabe and herself knew very well that the only secret to keeping her genius mouth shut was speed, speed, and deathly speed.

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A soft, invisible wind knotted around him, and the chains extended indefinitely until there was no need to escape. At first, he was only a part of the sound, flowing freely through the space with the currents of the waves, until he himself became part of the waves. The "he" left behind in the realm of material particles, or rather, the sensory receiver that gobbles up all the emotional gelatins fed to his body, is stark at the pure self-consciousness through the impenetrable barrier.

He didn't even feel the slightest apprehension, or the desire to break through.

To put it bluntly, that's what it is: the supply and demand relationship between you and me. Just as his mind was naked, he threw himself into the temptation of his opponent while knowing that it was an illusion. It's too voluntary to say that he fell into a trap or was deceived or something. Because he wanted to do so, and because the tacit understanding bridled the gap between the two long before the electric light of language had time to break through the communication.

Strictly speaking, Bo Joan knew that he was temporarily in the most expensive brothel in the universe, and the night ferry was even more indescribable. His opponent resembles him but narrowly outshoots his capture, so he has to go from being a challenger to a committed guest of the scene.

In the moment of changing characters, neither side can avoid the fact that he is indeed selfless, and even crosses the line in violation of the forbidden, at the cost of making himself more vulnerable than any ordinary human being. However, he does not want the opponent in front of him, but the service that the opponent can provide.

It is a two-sided sub-god of one body, without an independent face and true color, and with the projection of the viewer's mind, it "becomes" the description, body and mind, and even the essence of the other person's intentions. Ambiguous is its name and keyword, an overly frivolous and therefore romantic race of primeval times, adept at regulating scents, broken hearts, and beautiful and gloomy murder movies. Their language was smoother and more beautiful than the delicate skin, but it was also colder and colder than the ore in his heart.