Minachan and I finished making our alarmist phone calls to the remaining clients. We double-locked and chained the door, drank a lot of coffee, tried and failed to get to sleep. I had a bath, and around nine, when it was all going down in Shinjuku, we sat there and stared at the walls. Well, I did. Minachan was climbing them. “Is this going to work? It won’t work. Have they got enough people? What if they hurt Sonja again? What if they made her tell them where Taka lives? Does she know? Shouldn’t we have phoned again? What if it’s a trap?” “Shut up. Please, shut up.” “I can’t. I talk when I’m nervous. I want some more coffee.” “You don’t need any more caffeine. Anyway, there’s no milk.” She drank coffee like a cat would, full of milk and sugar. “Crap. Do you think it’s working? Isn’t there anything we could do? What if they don’t call? What do we do then?” I couldn’t stop wondering if they were walking into a trap either.
What do You think about Non-Stop Till Tokyo (2014)?
