"Now, I'm sending you an address. Bring the Space-Time Particle and the small refrigerator here. Just you, with Fake Sike, both of you. Keep the trip confidential, don't tell anyone else."
"Huh?"
On the sofa, the man looking like Jask perked up, pointing to his own nose:
"Me too? Why me? I'm not going anywhere!"
"You must see me as useless now, wanting to kill me to seal my lips! I won't go! Besides, the original terms we agreed upon didn't include this task!"
Click.
The female secretary pulled out a pistol from her coat pocket and aimed it at the man roaring beside the sofa:
"What? Going on a business trip impersonating Jask isn't part of your job description? In a word, are you going or not?"
"Cough cough."
The man resembling Jask coughed lightly, slowly raising his hands:
"You...you've misunderstood. I mean, a business trip... the business trip is fine."
"But..."
He chuckled, licking his lips:
"There has to be a travel allowance!"
