At night, Tokyo was ablaze with lights.
Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into a bar in Ginza, his agile figure weaving through the busy, noisy crowd, until he spotted Richard and Annie drinking at the bar.
Richard was dressed in casual grey attire, appearing completely relaxed, like an American on vacation – who would have guessed he was a seasoned spy.
Annie's golden hair was tied into a ponytail that swayed behind her head, and she wore a white tank top with denim shorts, showing off her striking figure to full effect.
Aoyama Xiu Xin noticed something—the CIA's team in Japan must consist of more than just two people, but wherever Richard went, he always seemed to bring Annie along, and he had even let slip that Annie had connections higher up, the sort who came from an impressive background.
Perhaps Annie would take over his work in Japan after Richard was reassigned; such was his speculation.
That made it all the more important to get on good terms with Annie.
