Ayaka turned to him with a grim expression. "Depends. If you're lucky, they forget a few bullets in your brain and body. If the universe is against you, you end up in a jar or under a microscope… and thousands of needles. No one really knows what that means because no one ever comes back from these kinda facilities."
Akira looked at his hands, which were finally still. "Well, I guess I don't get caught then."
Ayaka nodded. "Exactly."
"Come on, we need to get home," Ayaka said. "Before others wakes up."
"Agreed," Ayaka said, her eyes lingering on his for a moment. "But Akira... don't think tonight was a freebie. You owe me for that 'treatment.'"
[PP: 3115 → 3165]
They slipped into the shadows, heading back toward the Rosewood Residences, while behind them, the government began to clean up the mess Akira had left behind.
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