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With everyone focused on the, er, party, the rest of the ship was all but barren. That didn’t mean it wasn’t filled with surveillance and trip wires. “There’s another temperature monitor in the next hall,” Tochiro reported as Harlock darted along the corridors. He considered humming some secret agent theme music for himself as he tossed a canister of cooling gas into the hall before rushing through it.
“He should be somewhere on the left,” Tochiro said. “For both your sakes, I hope this plan works, Harlock.”
“It’ll be fine,” Harlock assured him in a whisper. “Now crack open this cell door for me.”
Tochiro muttered something about how they were both dead men as the lock gave a rebellious hiss. Harlock tossed his drawstring bag to the floor as the door slid open. The cell was even darker than the rest of the dimmed ship, but Harlock could still hear the light waltz from the party not too far away.
“Zero,” he hissed. “It’s Harlock, so don’t try to tackle me or anything. You still have all your limbs? I need for you to be able to walk for this plan to work.” Really, it was a perfectly good plan. It just had a few gaps in it.
