Isamu shook his head, his brow furrowed in thought. 'Maybe the guy had a good survivability rate, just not more than me and Kaito... However, I have no clue where Kaito's survivability rate is. He never mentioned that.'
Takumi sprang off the couch, his energy like a firecracker in the tense room. "How 'bout we give the building in front of us a visit? We shouldn't leave a gun lying around—that'd be a waste. Actually, the two dead guys in the street had pistols too, right? We should grab those. Everyone should be armed."
Isamu gave him a slow nod, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, with the way the last stage was, there's no telling what could be next. Let's go get them."
