Oh, geez. That went down pretty badly.
It was only a matter of minutes that he had to make a decision – and retrieve the detective. ( this is all or nothing, huh? ) At least it was exciting. Without hesitation, Ouma picked up a rock and flung it through the window, shattering the glass, calling out to Shirogane. “Hey, betcha can’t catch this!” It took her no time to run out to go fetch the guards to go chase him. Maybe that might take a load off of the other DICE members who might’ve heard the commotion.
Ouma went up to the window and pointed at the lock for the window with haste. “Saihara, open this! We’re getting the hell out of here.” He would have to hope that the other members were able to get out on their own safely, regardless of whether they retrieved anything or not. Knowing them, they probably managed to grab something on the way out.
“Also, you really suck at this! I’m gonna give you lying lessons later, got that?”
“The -- the window -- ?!”
Ouma’s distraction wasn’t very complex but it seemed to work for the moment. Yet even despite the situation they’re in, Saihara finds himself hesitating. Is there still away for him to sell out DICE (despite obviously lying to Shirogane’s face) by claiming to be a double agent? Part of him still feels guilty not executing his mission the way he was supposed to.
...No, the urgency on Ouma’s face tells him otherwise. He’s screwed if he sticks around, so as much as he doesn’t want to trust criminals, it’s currently his only ticket out of an inevitable death.
“All right -- um -- ! Okay --”
Nearly tripping over his own feet, Saihara rushes the window, trembling fingers fumbling with the lock until he opens it. “S-sorry...!” ...What the hell is he apologizing for?! He wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place if it wasn’t for Ouma! “I’ll -- uh -- I’ll work on it...? ...Sorry.”
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