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This could not go on forever. You can't ignore your client all the time, no matter how exhausted and paranoid he was or how much he had to make sure. It was understandable, after all, it was his own son and a lot of money. Who wouldn't want to be safe and make sure everything went according to plan?

Puppet theater. The solution to everything. That's how it sounded to Alex. The solution to every problem. The good old puppet show. Which meant that this was not the first time the two killers had pulled this stunt, but several times before.

A confused 'what?' had come from Alex, who couldn't quite follow and looked from Lemon to Tangerine and back again, her eyebrows knitted together. Nothing more than a 'don't worry, you'll understand in a minute' was Tangerine's answer, followed by a 'it always works out' from Lemon. All right. So sit back and enjoy the show, hoping it all works out.

Just before reaching the station, Tangerine got up and walked to the door, whereupon Lemon changed his seat and made himself small in the seat next to the dead boys, so as not to be seen. An 'oh shit' escaped Alex as she now understood what the plan was. Now it was clear why it was called a puppet show. This was literally a theater, and the poor dead boy was going to be the puppet.

Outside, Tangerine chatted with Minegishi's men while Lemon waved to the son. Wow. Um, that was weird.

"Did that ever work?" asked Alex, looking up at the ceiling as she asked, so that no one would get the idea that someone was 'sitting' next to the dead man with his hands clasped on his stomach, "Once?"

"Always," came from Lemon, who gave the dead man one last wave and then sat upright in the seat, immediately leaning the boy back against the seat as he had fallen forward and Alex let out a chuckling laugh, "Phew.

Now that that was 'taken care of', as Tangerine said upon his return, it was time to find the bespectacled wanker. So, back to the old plan.

With everything that had happened so far, Lemon had a bad feeling that something else was going on here. Something else the three of them didn't know about and had to watch out for. A Diesel.

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