Mano stepped ahead of Nakatsura and stopped in front of Nakatsura. He prevented Nakatsura from advancing forward.
"What are you doing?" Nakatsura asked.
"I should be the one who is asking. What are we doing now?" Mano said, while widening her eyes.
"Eh? It's obvious, isn't it? We're going to the restaurant. Aren't we wearing appropriate uniforms by now?"
Mano asked again. This time with a higher pitch.
"I know this is the uniform from Autonomy."
"Anaotomi," Nakatsura corrected Mano's words.
"Yes, Anatomy."
"Anaotomi," said Nakatsura. He laughed.
"Okay, whatever. I mean, you take this uniform, and we put it on, so we can go in there. Isn't this illegal?"
Nakatsura looked at Mano with a look that implied surprise. Mano guessed Nakatsura thought she was so naive. They were here doing the investigation. Sometimes during the investigation, they had to disguise. So actually, this was normal. For years in this field, Mano still didn't understand. Mano was ready when Nakatsura would say that.
"Illegal how?"
Nakatsura looked at Mano with his funny look. Then he seemed to remember something. He then reached for his pocket. Puts his finger in there and takes two cards.
"Here's one for you and one for me."
Both cards are worker ID cards. The card that Mano was holding does have her name on it, namely Gonda Mano. The photo was also new. She didn't know when and how Nakatsura got the image.
"Oh!" Mano exclaimed, expressing her surprise.
"Because I already know that I have to infiltrate one of the fancy restaurants in this city. Although I don't know which one yet, a few days ago I sent our profile data to Anaotomi. I have acquaintances there who can help me. I helped him in the past, so he owed me. I told him not to send us anywhere before I am sure which restaurant I am going to infiltrate."
Mano stepped ahead of Nakatsura and stopped in front of Nakatsura. He prevented Nakatsura from advancing forward.
"What are you doing?" Nakatsura asked.
"I should be the one who is asking. What are we doing now?" Mano said, while widening her eyes.
"Eh? It's obvious, isn't it? We're going to the restaurant. Aren't we wearing appropriate uniforms by now?"
Mano asked again. This time with a higher pitch.
"I know this is the uniform from Autonomy."
"Anaotomi," Nakatsura corrected Mano's words.
"Yes, Anatomy."
"Anaotomi," said Nakatsura. He laughed.
"Okay, whatever. I mean, you take this uniform, and we put it on, so we can go in there. Isn't this illegal?"
Nakatsura looked at Mano with a look that implied surprise. Mano guessed Nakatsura thought she was so naive. They were here doing the investigation. Sometimes during the investigation, they had to disguise. So actually, this was normal. For years in this field, Mano still didn't understand. Mano was ready when Nakatsura would say that.
"Illegal how?"
Nakatsura looked at Mano with his funny look. Then he seemed to remember something. He then reached for his pocket. Puts his finger in there and takes two cards.
"Here's one for you and one for me."
Both cards are worker ID cards. The card that Mano was holding does have her name on it, namely Gonda Mano. The photo was also new. She didn't know when and how Nakatsura got the image.
"Oh!" Mano exclaimed, expressing her surprise.
"Because I already know that I have to infiltrate one of the fancy restaurants in this city. Although I don't know which one yet, a few days ago I sent our profile data to Anaotomi. I have acquaintances there who can help me. I helped him in the past, so he owed me. I told him not to send us anywhere before I am sure which restaurant I am going to infiltrate."
