The North Korean climbed aboard the Embark, only to find out that there were only two people on board. He learned from them that one of the Japanese women, the pregnant one, was giving birth. There wasn't time to rush her to a hospital so she had to be brought to a nearby port office to deliver to baby.
Kim Nam-ha decided not to run anymore for fear of getting lost a second time.
Meanwhile in the office, there was no time to get the doctor. The personnel at the port did say that an ambulance was on its way. Sayoko was on a table and everyone was in a panic until Shoji and Chidori arrived.
Shoji and Chidori weaved through the crowd, confident they could help. During her stay in England Chidori had changed her course of study several times, taking nursing at one point.
"Please make way," said Shoji, as he led Chidori through the crowd. "Please make way; we have someone here who can perform a delivery."
As they entered the office they found Konstantiniadis, the captain of the Embark, its cook and Ryutaro, Sayoko's boyfriend standing and looking at her bewildered. They definitely did not know what to do.
Chidori immediately set to work. "Get me some water, now," she said to Shoji, "a basin, hurry!"
Shoji took a step back and ran out of the office. "Where can I get a basin?" he asked the janitor.
The delivery was long.
Elsewhere in the town, several other events were afoot.
Out of a certain port side tavern stepped a short man in white and a tall man in black. The man in white wore a panama hat and carried a half-full bottle of wine. The man in black had his hands in his pockets.
As they stepped out of the tavern, they headed in opposite directions without saying a word; the man in white went straight for town, the man in black proceeded to a collection of buildings near the harbor.
As the man in white walked up the road he was approached by two huge men in black suits.
"Excuse us, sir," said one of them in a New York accent, "could you come with us, please?"
"Where to?" asked the man in white. "I'm on my way to my hotel."
"This'll just take a few minutes."
The man in white looked at the second man, who was holding the left lapel of his jacket in a suspicious manner.
"Sure, I'll come," said the man in white with a smile.
They walked deep into a small alley, where the windows were closed and the lights were out. The only signs of life were stray cats rummaging through the garbage heaps.
"So," said the man in white, "what is it you want to talk to me about?"
"You were talking to one of our personnel a couple of hours ago," said the first man. So he was a Green Oceans security man. "Did you discuss anything company-related?
"Company-related, let's see," said the man in white, looking down and scratching his left temple.
"You were talking to a Korean employee of our company," said the first man. "Just what was it you two were talking about?"
"Oh!" he said, looking at the first man and raising a finger. "You're with Green Oceans, are you?"
"What's your name, sir?" asked the first man.
"It's Drake Forest."
"That ain't your real name," said the second man, who was black.
"Okay, okay," said the man in white. "It's Draig H. Goedwig."
"You're not a Brit," said the first man. "Nice try."
"You're Asian," said the second man, "you're hiding something."
"Alright, alright," said the man in white, waving his left hand and holding up the wine bottle. "It's Paamai Teeneungmangkon. I'm from Thailand."
The two Green Oceans security men looked at each other for a moment. At the same time, the man in white glanced at his wine bottle. "Hey, wanna drink?" he asked, holding the bottle out to the two larger individuals.
"No thanks," the black man said, lifting the lapel of his coat and revealing the handle of a gun. "We'd like you to come with us to answer a few more questions."
He barely finished what he was saying when the man in white pulled out a pair of tailor's scissors and drove them through his left eye. He shrieked as the man in white kicked him in the chest.
"Son of a bitch!" exclaimed the first man. He reached for his gun but was stabbed in the throat by the same pair of scissors before he could pull his weapon out. Hayashi finished everything by driving the scissors into the black security officer's skull.
Hayashi sighed. "That's what you get for threatening me with a gun," he said. He pulled the cork out of the bottle and drank some of the retsina. "Now, I'm late for my favorite anime."
He put the cork back in the bottle and returned to his hotel, leaving the pair of scissors in the black Green Oceans security man's head.
At another place in town, Onodera walked out of another alley, leaving behind another pair of dead bodies in black suits. These ones had their guns drawn -and their necks snapped.
Onodera tucked what looked like a chain into a coat pocket and lighted a cigarette. "Looks like they're trying to keep their 'precious lambs' under wraps," he murmured.
Kim Nam-ha decided not to run anymore for fear of getting lost a second time.
Meanwhile in the office, there was no time to get the doctor. The personnel at the port did say that an ambulance was on its way. Sayoko was on a table and everyone was in a panic until Shoji and Chidori arrived.
Shoji and Chidori weaved through the crowd, confident they could help. During her stay in England Chidori had changed her course of study several times, taking nursing at one point.
"Please make way," said Shoji, as he led Chidori through the crowd. "Please make way; we have someone here who can perform a delivery."
As they entered the office they found Konstantiniadis, the captain of the Embark, its cook and Ryutaro, Sayoko's boyfriend standing and looking at her bewildered. They definitely did not know what to do.
Chidori immediately set to work. "Get me some water, now," she said to Shoji, "a basin, hurry!"
Shoji took a step back and ran out of the office. "Where can I get a basin?" he asked the janitor.
The delivery was long.
Elsewhere in the town, several other events were afoot.
Out of a certain port side tavern stepped a short man in white and a tall man in black. The man in white wore a panama hat and carried a half-full bottle of wine. The man in black had his hands in his pockets.
As they stepped out of the tavern, they headed in opposite directions without saying a word; the man in white went straight for town, the man in black proceeded to a collection of buildings near the harbor.
As the man in white walked up the road he was approached by two huge men in black suits.
"Excuse us, sir," said one of them in a New York accent, "could you come with us, please?"
"Where to?" asked the man in white. "I'm on my way to my hotel."
"This'll just take a few minutes."
The man in white looked at the second man, who was holding the left lapel of his jacket in a suspicious manner.
"Sure, I'll come," said the man in white with a smile.
They walked deep into a small alley, where the windows were closed and the lights were out. The only signs of life were stray cats rummaging through the garbage heaps.
"So," said the man in white, "what is it you want to talk to me about?"
"You were talking to one of our personnel a couple of hours ago," said the first man. So he was a Green Oceans security man. "Did you discuss anything company-related?
"Company-related, let's see," said the man in white, looking down and scratching his left temple.
"You were talking to a Korean employee of our company," said the first man. "Just what was it you two were talking about?"
"Oh!" he said, looking at the first man and raising a finger. "You're with Green Oceans, are you?"
"What's your name, sir?" asked the first man.
"It's Drake Forest."
"That ain't your real name," said the second man, who was black.
"Okay, okay," said the man in white. "It's Draig H. Goedwig."
"You're not a Brit," said the first man. "Nice try."
"You're Asian," said the second man, "you're hiding something."
"Alright, alright," said the man in white, waving his left hand and holding up the wine bottle. "It's Paamai Teeneungmangkon. I'm from Thailand."
The two Green Oceans security men looked at each other for a moment. At the same time, the man in white glanced at his wine bottle. "Hey, wanna drink?" he asked, holding the bottle out to the two larger individuals.
"No thanks," the black man said, lifting the lapel of his coat and revealing the handle of a gun. "We'd like you to come with us to answer a few more questions."
He barely finished what he was saying when the man in white pulled out a pair of tailor's scissors and drove them through his left eye. He shrieked as the man in white kicked him in the chest.
"Son of a bitch!" exclaimed the first man. He reached for his gun but was stabbed in the throat by the same pair of scissors before he could pull his weapon out. Hayashi finished everything by driving the scissors into the black security officer's skull.
Hayashi sighed. "That's what you get for threatening me with a gun," he said. He pulled the cork out of the bottle and drank some of the retsina. "Now, I'm late for my favorite anime."
He put the cork back in the bottle and returned to his hotel, leaving the pair of scissors in the black Green Oceans security man's head.
At another place in town, Onodera walked out of another alley, leaving behind another pair of dead bodies in black suits. These ones had their guns drawn -and their necks snapped.
Onodera tucked what looked like a chain into a coat pocket and lighted a cigarette. "Looks like they're trying to keep their 'precious lambs' under wraps," he murmured.
