"I guess this isn't the right time and place for memories," apologized the captain.
"Probably not, ma'am," said Mardukas before returning to his personal duties.
Kalinin kept reading his report as though nothing had happened. "We have new information."
"About the Whispered?"
"Yes, ma'am. Apparently, the Khabarovsk facility still is conducting research. Take a look at this."
Kalinin thrust the bundle of documents at Tessa. It appeared to be an endless list of chemical substances, marked sporadically with red circles.
"The circled substances rarely are found in the USSR," explained Kalinin. "According to our intelligence—"
"Is Khabarovsk the only research facility?" asked Tessa, interrupting Kalinin.
"It's the only one our intelligence division reports."
"That's questionable. Please request a continuation of the investigation."
"Yes, ma'am," Kalinin asserted as if he himself hadn't already ordered the investigation.
"Is there any way for us to disable the Khabarovsk facility remotely—maybe with computers?" proposed Tessa.
It was a good thought; the de Danaan's computer system was head and shoulders above a regular warship control system. Its processor was almost as powerful as that of a large mammal. This system ran circles around the American military's communications system. Cracking Soviet computers would be no problem with this beast of a machine.
"Unfortunately, the research facility computers are cut off from outside circuits," said Kalinin, effectively bursting the bubble. "We'll have to physically disable the laboratory."
"I see. Cruise missile?"
"Yes, ma'am," assented Kalinin. "A G-Type Tomahawk will suffice. It should be a straightforward strike from a fuel-air-explosive warhead."
Captain Testarossa considered this for a moment; then, she looked at her map. The scientists lived less than one mile from the lab. "Okay. But let's minimize the casualties—do it at night, the next time they take off a day. For now, gather the latest photos from Sting and get as many details as possible. Who, what, where, when."
"Understood. Now, regarding the Arbalest…" Kalinin let another handful of papers finish the sentence for him.
As he handed them to Tessa, she dropped the huge stack of papers she already was cradling.
"How clumsy. I'm so sorry," she squeaked as Kalinin and Mardukas helped her corral the loose sheets.
"Thank you, Mister Mardukas," said Kalinin.
"No problem," said Mardukas, implying moderate annoyance. "Seriously, though, Lieutenant Commander, you should use electronic documents like everyone else."
"I'll figure it out, eventually," said a visibly flustered Kalinin as he handed the captain the document.
"The Seven Oaths of Garbage Duty?" read Tessa.
Embarrassed, the lieutenant commander quickly took back Sousuke's report and handed her the correct documents.
"This is the last straw!" announced Kaname, disgruntled.
After carefully placing a bookmark into her worn paperback, the young woman stood and moved briskly toward the other end of the train car, where Sousuke sat, pretending to read a sports newspaper.
"Hey," demanded Kaname, "you got a problem?"
"Oh, Chidori. What a coincidence."
"Yeah right," she said before snatching the newspaper from his hands and taking a quick look at the headlines. "What is this, anyway? You're reading old news!"
"That's my prerogative."
"Why are you following me around?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. You must be overly self-conscious," Sousuke stated matter-of-factly.
"I'm not self-conscious. You're harassing me—all day, every day! If you want to say something, just say it and quit being creepy!"
"As I said, it's purely a coincidence."
Kaname took a moment to process this assertion. The train conductor made an announcement over the loudspeaker, doing his best impression of a boxing announcer.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The next stop is Kokuryou Staaaaaation!" Kaname tossed Sousuke's newspaper to the floor, startling an old lady nearby. The train lurched to a stop and the doors whooshed open, signaling the arrival at Kokuryou Station.
"So, it's all just coincidence?" checked Chidori.
"Yes."
"If you say so."
Right as the door started to close, Kaname dashed through it onto the station platform.
She thumbed her nose at Sousuke, who began to panic. "See you later, weirdo!"
The train began to move forward.
As Kaname walked toward one of the benches, Sousuke suddenly crashed through one of the train's windows, landing back first on the platform. He bounced a couple of times, and then he rolled before finally smashing into the iron fence at the edge of the platform.
"Are you kidding me?"
Sousuke lay there like a slug, unmoving. Kaname rushed to him, kneeled, and gently shook him by the shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?" she wondered.
After a moment, Sousuke jumped up as though nothing had happened. "No problem. Just a little dirty."
He wiped the dust off his pants.
"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?"
"I just remembered that I… I wanted to get off at this station. It had nothing to do with you."
"After that display of insanity, you still want to insist—"
"Just a coincidence."
Sighing, Kaname drooped onto a nearby bench. Sousuke took a seat next to her and pulled out his sports newspaper, which he had retrieved somehow before leaping from the moving train.
"And it's just a coincidence that you're going to read that paper right here?"
"Correct."
"Unbelievable." Kaname rested her elbow on her knee and her head on her hand, staring at Sousuke all the while.
Oddly enough, his behavior didn't strike her as particularly creepy. True, since he'd transferred in, he had stared at her, walked into her locker room, and followed her pretty much everywhere she went every single day. Even so, she didn't really suspect him of being a stalker.
Something was different about him.
Sousuke didn't seem to harbor any indecent feelings or have a discernibly impure motive for following her around. He looked too dignified to be a deviant.
Like an athlete before a match, he radiated determination and purpose. He looked calm but remarkably focused and deep in concentration.
So, why the hell was he following her?
"Hey, Sagara."
"Yes?"
"If I promise I won't get mad, will you at least tell me what's going on?"
"There is nothing going on, aside from a string of coincidences," he answered in his typical, business-like manner.
"Right, right," she conceded. "Well, seeing as you're here by coincidence, may I ask you something?"
Sure.
"You lived overseas for a long time, right? Were you always this weird at all your other schools?"
For a moment, Sousuke considered the question. "Yes, I suppose. Those were peaceful and uneventful days."
"Were you sad to leave your friends behind?"
"No. I still keep in touch with them via telephone and written correspondence. So, it would be inaccurate to say I've left them behind."
Kaname rolled her eyes.
"It isn't difficult."
"Is there a girl?"
"I know many girls," Sousuke did not understand where this was going at all.
"No, a girlfriend" pressed Kaname. "You know, a sweetheart."
"I have no friend like that. One of my colleagues—my 'friend,' if you will— always says, 'There isn't a yak in Tibet that would be your girlfriend.'"