Santri Famiglia's

Report

The air at the port is pretty cold. The wind that blew from the sea disfigured Damiyan's hair. The man grabbed his jacket, walking with both hands hidden in his jacket pocket.

He has shown face to Sanubari and his friends. Naturally, he had to be even more careful when moving. He was only able to approach the port about two hours after the ship sailed. Just when his watch was showing at half-four in the morning.

The port looks empty. The Meiwa Spirit was the only cargo ship to sail the sea from Nagoya Port earlier that day. Damiyan headed straight for a building.

He had been here before—when trailing Sanubari on his first trial mission as a member of Onyoudan. His move swung for sure, towards the source of accurate information according to his predictions.

Ten minutes walk, he reached the building he was looking for—a building that had been used as the location of Kouhei's detention before. Judging from the surface, the building looks like an ordinary building.

Ten-story building with an additional two underground floors that can be accessed by the public. The second floor of the underground is the station. While the first floor underground up to five is a public facility. Including shopping centers, restaurants, games, and more. The top two floors and bottom two are forbidden areas for laypeople.

This time, Damiya did not visit the forbidden area. He entered the information center that was on the first floor. Only that one was still burning brightly among the stalls that were still in rest time. He was standing right in front of the service desk.

"Irasshaimase! Douzo osuwari!" Karyawati greeted him kindly, allowing him to occupy an empty seat.

Damiyan did not understand the Japanese meaning, but he sat down as ordered. His brain is picking up what's ahead. A fairly low table, chairs provided, and women who sit, it means he also has to sit.

When she asked what she could help, Damiyan did not understand. However, he asked in response, "Where did the ship go?"

"Which ship?"

"That left at about half-two."

"Sorry, no ship is sailing tonight." The woman looked calm.

"I know someone sailed this afternoon. My brother and I were planning to hitch a ride, but I was late. To catch up with him, I must know for sure the purpose of the ship."

The woman seemed to notice Damiyan's seriousness. He should not divulge information carelessly. For a moment, he glanced around.

"Do you intend to become an illegal immigrant?" He wanted to ascertain his conjecture in order to dispel the doubts.

Damiyan nodded in response. Although that was not the goal, it was important that he got the information.

"Our company does serve such services, but no other cargo ship will sail tonight. Another one is scheduled to the same destination next week." The employee deftly operates the computer. The screen in front of him instantly displayed the cruise schedule.

"Say where it's going! I'll find another way to catch up. I can't wait that long."

"Every small piece of information from our company costs ten thousand Yen." The woman smiled and hurried to shut down the computer.

Damiyan felt annoyed in his heart. Unexpectedly, he would become a victim of blackmail. However, he chose to comply in order to obtain information faster.

A piece of paper money was handed over to the woman. No problem losing about a million dollars more. After all, if his supplies ran out, he could ask Aeneas again.

"The cargo ship Meiwa Spirit that left early this morning sailed to China." The employee smiled. He's keeping money from Damiyan.

"China?" Damiyan's forehead creased, making sure he didn't hear wrong.

"true." The employee nodded.

"Are you not wrong? Sending ships to China under these conditions?" Damiyan kicked the table. Intonation increases.

His feet swing very fast. He ran while thinking of Cara catching up to Sanubari quickly. Thought blows.

"Damn! I hope that the cold war hasn't evolved into more violent!"

Sanubari is in danger. The Panda is not in a safe condition. It will be very dangerous to visit in the near future.

Most likely, the flight will be canceled for a while. Even if there were a conventional plane flying there, it would be very risky. Damiyan confusion.

Not long after, he reached the location of his parked car back. He took a breath for a moment.

"What can I do. I have to report this to Boss Aeneas." Damiyan ruffled her hair.

He took a cell phone, made a group call containing only three people. In two rings, the phone is connected.

"How is Sanubari there?" That was Aeneas' first question when he saw Damiyan. There are no pleasantries. There is no salutation.

"Great!" Damiyan sighed resignedly.

"What do you mean?"

"He's headed to China. I can't get a boat with him because we already know each other. It would look suspicious if we met accidentally in a row."

"This is really dangerous, Mr. Aeneas! Are China and Mongolia in conflict? Young master Sanu is still very young. I'm afraid the young master doesn't know what to do if he gets caught in such a condition."

"Why did you let him go there?" Aeneas wrathful.

"In Japan itself internal conflicts are starting to break out'. They were hitching a ride on a cargo ship out of Japan to avoid chaos here" Damiyan said.

"Send the location of the young master! We'll send troops to pick him up." Go take the initiative.

The life of his young master is at stake. She was convinced that Aeneas as a father would approve of her plan.

"It doesn't have to go that far, Uncle!"

"Young master is in danger. Of course we have to do this. I heard, two days ago they started to take up arms." You know enough of this information.

The BGA transaction report is usually submitted to him to be forwarded to Aeneas. From the report, Kelana knew that the BGA was supplying weapons to both sides of the conflict.

"In Hokkaido there is an American military base. I think that's the closest we can get. Connect me with them if Uncle succeeds in asking them for help!"

Damiyan's suggestion was the end of the discussion. Kelana and Aeneas disconnected the connection.

The sky began to look yellow. Damiyan chose to close his eyes for a moment. His mission would probably make him sleep less. He must be good at stealing time to rest his body.

Help will probably arrive in about three or four hours. That's enough time to close your eyes for a moment.

Briefly than Damiyan had expected. Within two hours, fighter jets had landed at the airport. Damiyan only rested an hour. After that, he had to drive the car to the airport.

Now, he has been in a fighter jet that is ready to fly again. He carried all his belongings which were just one backpack.