This was not the date Yaku had imagined.
According to what he had thought on the way, they should have opened a bottle of wine by now, perhaps sitting in the open air on the rooftop, discussing under the moonlight how to eliminate those overgrown plants, rather than facing a timed bomb here.
He was not good with these delicate operations, let alone deciphering them. Even if the other party placed the manual on how to disarm the bomb in front of him, he might not be able to understand it clearly.
But the other party had revealed a piece of information through bits and pieces of their conversation.
Even though he wasn't here, he could monitor every move in the room.
Yaku didn't move; he locked eyes with the former agent, confirming through eye contact that the person on the other end of the phone was the one who had sent him the text message. As for how she, as a special agent, ended up strapped to a bomb, that was not something that could be confirmed with mere eye contact.
