A loud hammering fills the air, and Troilo crawls out of bed and stumbles for the door.
Troilo: I hear you, I hear you, I say! Don’t knock so loud; you’ll break the door. (He opens it.) ….. Renhart.
Renhart: Sorry it’s so late.
Troilo: Nah.
Renhart: Where is it?
Troilo: Here, hold on a sec. What the heck is that thing?
Renhart: A new NATO alignment system. It was taken off of a gun.
Troilo: Oh. Eh? What?
He panics as a red point of light appears on his pajamas and tried to bat it off.
Renhart: It’s a laser. If that red point is used as a guideline of the gun’s range…
Troilo: I see. Then all you have to do is point at the target and fire? But why was this in a pawn shop?
Renhart: The guerillas who broke into the warehouse were having trouble disposing of them, so they brought it in.
Troilo: Eh, then… Ehh? What’s it all mean?
Renhart: That warehouse was full of weapons. The guerillas broke into it without knowing that.
Troilo: Then that’s why the damage report was withdrawn?
Renhart: That’s right.
Troilo: Then those traders are weapons dealers?
Renhart: That’s right.
Troilo: And? You found out about the guerillas too?
Renhart: No, no information at all about them.
Troilo: Why?
Renhart: Not sure, but maybe they seem to have disappeared like smoke.
Troilo: But, that guy in the pawn shop. Wouldn’t he have known?
Renhart: I’m saying they disappeared.
Troilo: …. That’s—
Renhart: More importantly, that pawn dealer is a problem, don’t you think?
Troilo: Why?
Renhart: This, you see, is a weapon in testing. It couldn’t have been distributed cleanly by the usual routes. Which means what?
Troilo: Smuggling.
Renhart: That’s right. Weapons smuggled through the black market. If that’s the case, can you leave it alone?
Troilo: But there’s no proof, right?
Renhart: Isn’t this proof here?
Troilo: How will you prove the connection?
Renhart: Even if provisional, you’re police under a military regime, right? You can pull people in without a summons or arrest warrant, and make enquiries, right?
Troilo: Ah, that wouldn’t work.
Renhart: What?
Troilo: At any rate, the administration gives us a fair donation. We can’t lift a finger against them.
Renhart is disgusted.
Renhart: Oh, I get it.
Troilo: If there was something I could do…
Renhart: No, that’s fine. I’m taking this with me.
Troilo: What are you going to do?
Renhart: Shake up a certain trader.
Troilo: That’s pointless.
Renhart: There’s no other way.
Troilo: Why would an embassy worker like you go so far?
Renhart: ...
Troilo: I mean, what can you do alone?
Renhart: There’s nothing for it now. If I don’t investigate a little more, nothing can be done.
: Troilo’s right. It’s not my job to clean it up alone. It’s a problem for all of NATO. But if I report, who should I bring it to? Right now I don’t know who the enemy is, and moving carelessly could be fatal.