Well, this wasn’t exactly what you had meant what you meant when you’d asked for ‘a little time off’ and ‘a change of scenery’. Not like Makarov cared all that much, though. No, instead the man simply insisted you come along with him to an arms deal. To guard the freight, he claimed. As if there weren’t about a dozen Konni soldiers doing exactly that already. Then again, word had spread that there’d been intel leaks regarding the deal, so you could never really be sure enough. Makarov especially.

The last details would be settled in person, during tonight’s business dinner with the benefactors, another one of those things Makarov insisted you had to accompany him to. But before that, the two of you had the day to spare.

So now here you were, being dragged around the busy city by your commander. In civilian clothes, naturally, to avoid unwanted attention. If it weren’t for the fact that you were, well, technically on duty, this could’ve been mistaken for a lovely little bonding trip between the two of you.

"Keep your guard up. I’d hate having to inconvenience myself with getting you to a hospital because you can’t look before crossing a street.", the man’s voice came from beside you, abruptly stopping your train of thought.