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Sharad woke up the next day with a massive hangover; he had drunk himself to sleep last night, and he was taking the effects pretty hard.
He looked at his watch. "s**t!"
He ran downstairs to the phone and dialed the JIA Headquarters furiously. "Sharad Sundar, reporting for duty... The subject ran away when I revealed my purpose... Yes, I know I wasn't supposed to... DAMNIT, I KNOW... I understand... Are you sure, Mr. Kazuki?... Then my plot of action is clear." He hung up, frustrated as hell. WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN? He lost the one stable relationship he could have had, and endangered a civilian. She had left before he told her that the Yakuza were on their trail, and that the movie theater was a JIA safehouse with armed guards... He hurriedly put on his clothes and drove to school on his motorcycle, a JIA Kawasaki Ninja Special Issue. He checked in with the office, showing his badge and requesting a certain student "Angel". When he found that she didn't appear for class that morning, he shot off in the direction of Angel's house, buying a bouquet of flowers on the way there.
He arrived at her house, anxious but reserved. He rang the doorbell twice, praying for a positive audience.
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