We arrive at HQ. Juuzou and I stayed silent through out our entire commute. I have a feeling it has to do with what happened between us. I think he might be regretting it. Im still unsure of how i feel about what happened.
We meet up with the gathered investigators in the armory. Investigators move in and out, all rushing to get dressed into Protective gear.
Juuzou parts with me without a word, heading to grab his designated gear.
Im a little lost, so I ask a nearby female investigator what to do.
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I find myself sitting in a large armored truck, heading towards rendezvous. I'm surrounded by investigators from my graduating class. Some of them stare at me, not expecting much from me. To be honest im not expecting much from myself either. I have 0 experience, just years of training under my belt. I fiddle with the pocket sized quinque in my hand, staring at it.
I wonder what Juuzou is doing right now..
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