Lately, the FBI has been increasingly active, and The Organization has dispatched multiple teams to track their movements, yet all to no avail. Glenlivet was not overly concerned about the disruption caused by the FBI this time, but having too many distractions was still annoying. "Is Vermouth not ready yet?"
Rubbing his temples, he noted that things were not peaceful in France either; arms shipments had been intercepted jointly by authorities, citizens had started protesting and marching, and Chartreuse was stretched too thin—yet Brandy was just standing by and watching. Looking at the messages on his phone, he was completely overwhelmed.
Vermouth's current plan involved deeply intertwined complexities, and Glenlivet neither wanted nor was able to leave Japan at this moment, especially since his physical body was in a very fragile state. To make matters worse, Rum had stuck his oar in, inquiring about the whereabouts of Whiskey, showing his true colors.
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