She pressed it against her own thigh, aiming backward.
Later, back at the precinct, Sato handed her a cup of vending machine coffee. “Clean collar. No one hurt. Textbook.” chikan undercover agent rina save
Her voice was low, calm, and cold. “That’s enough.” She pressed it against her own thigh, aiming backward
Tomorrow, the 8:15 train would run again. And somewhere, in another crowded car, another predator would think he was invisible. Rina would be there. Different cardigan. Different route. Same mission. No one hurt
The passengers around them were beginning to stare. The man’s eyes darted left and right, looking for an exit that didn’t exist.
As the doors opened, Rina guided him out by the wrist, her grip still firm. Sato handcuffed him without a word. The predator was gone. The ghost, exorcised.
“Target engaged,” she whispered into her collar mic. “Proceed with intercept.”