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it this was part of your deal."
    With these words, Sakamoto ripped the ticket in half. Then he tore it to shreds.
    That got a rise out of her.
    She screamed at him.
    "What the hell, you creep! You don't get it, do you? Whatever you're looking for, we don't have it. Leave us the hell out of it!"
    She suddenly started ripping off her skirt and blouse.
    "Here you go! Do what you want! Why don't you rip up these, too? You're really getting off on having us naked, aren't you? Pervert! Think I'm hiding something?"
    She wasn't wearing a thing underneath. Her body was still wet. The thick tuft of pubic hair looked at odds with her youthful body. That was the only sign of her age.
    She hurled the bundle of clothes at Sakamoto.
    It suddenly occurred to him that she was trying to draw attention away from Sagara.
    Sagara still wore a shirt, underwear, and socks.
    Maybe Sagara was hiding something, and she'd stripped, thinking her body would distract Sakamoto.
    Even so, that would only buy her a couple of minutes.

    In any case, Sakamoto was planning on stripping Sagara and checking inside his anus. Good place to stuff-
    (That wasn't it!)
    Sakamoto had a burst of inspiration.
    She had something else in mind. She was trying to draw attention away from herself.
    Stripping naked was intended to make him think she wasn't hiding anything-
    Tramping over her clothes, Sakamoto went right over to Sagara.
    He jammed the gun in his pocket, stripped a belt out of one of the hotel bathrobes, and tied up Sagara with it.
    Caught by surprise, Sagara didn't protest. He let himself be tied up and thrown onto the bed.
    Miura Sachiko screamed instead.
    "You creep! You're some kind of pervert!"
    Sakamoto went for her now.
    He wrenched an arm behind her back.
    She doubled over in pain and fell to the floor.
    "Cut it out! You're breaking it! My arm-"
    She spread her legs as she struggled.
    Sakamoto stuck his other hand between her legs.
    He probed with his fingers.
    "Stop it! No! You pervert!"
    He probed deeper.
    Pinning her down, he wriggled his fingers deeper.
    Finally, he felt something.
    (What the ... ?!)
    Something soft and squishy.
    Grunting like an animal, Sakamoto managed to pinch it between two fingers.
    He tugged.
    It slipped right out. It was a condom, slick and shiny. The end was tied off.
    Something was in it.
    Sakamoto leapt to his feet and tore open the condom.
    A key fell to the floor with a clink.

    There was a round tag on it, with 326 engraved on it.
    Without warning-
    Miura Sachiko grabbed him and started wailing.
    "Give it back, please, please!"
    Sakamoto knocked her to the bed with his shoulder. She fell on top of Sagara.
    He held up the key and spoke evenly.
    "So it's in a coin locker. Not a bad place to hide it."
    Sachiko burst into tears. Probably just an act.
    "So where is it?" he asked. "Where's the locker?"
    "I'd never tell you!"
    "Have it your way. We'll find it easy enough."
    She looked up at him.
    "Okay, then, what the hell. The locker is in the underground at Shinjuku station, by the west exit."
    She glared defiantly at him, and her laugher rang with confidence.
    "You see, it doesn't matter how hard you try to track down every copy. We'll just go on making them. It's all up here now."
    With these words, she pointed at her head.
    She threw back her head defiantly and burst into laughter.
    Sakamoto nodded.
    "We know that. Yeah, we know all about that. That's why we eradicate it at the source."
    Sakamoto calmly pulled the Browning out of his pocket. He extracted a silencer from the other and began screwing it onto the muzzle.
    At first Miura Sachiko watched with disbelief, and then her eyes went wide.
    ". . . shit, you're full
    "No shit," he said, shaking his head. He loaded the slugs. "This is the real thing."
    He raised the Browning, aimed square at her forehead, and squeezed the trigger.
    With a sound no louder than a cough, the g mm ball blasted from the gun.

    Eyes wide open, Miura Sachiko slumped to the floor, dead in a