(lxxviii.)

A still fog settled over everything.

"Damn," he mumbled quietly, "you could cut through this shit with a katana."

He idly meandered toward the Metro station.

"So, you'll be okay on your own?"
"Yeah, I should be good."
"I mean, you just got out of jail. I don't think anyone's going to be too happy about that."

Frank nodded.

"I should be okay. I mean, they're more interested in Lor anyway."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."

The Sensei sighed.

"Fair enough. Just... just try to keep out of trouble."
"I can do that."
"You sure?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"Of course not."

He stopped walking, and stared incredulously at the Sensei.
"Why not?"
"Well, you obviously can't handle yourself. I mean, you're not a ninja."



[chapter lxxix.]