Cato felt the sudden tender brush of her fingers against his chest, and reached instinctively up to find the star still there. He gently wrapped his fingers around the pendant and gave it a momentary squeeze.
“I am surprised, to be honest.” He handing realized her position would have much need for spies, but in retrospect it seemed sensical, at least. And for Shi’ido, it was rather easy to be one.
“Fair enough, I guess. Let’s head out.”
Cato pulled out a pair of cuffs and latched them onto the conspirator’s wrists, before tossing him into a closet.
“He can sit in there and think about his actions for a bit.” They’d just have to remember to come back and retrieve him at some point.
Once outside, he made a beeline for the first manhole he saw, reaching down to pull it up with a bit of a groan. It flipped over with a heavy metal thud, and Cato dusted his hands,
“Things are heavier than you’d think.”
Then, he leapt down in the system, hitting a thin pool of water with a small splash.
“Gross. This guy tell you where exactly they’re working from? Sewers are pretty big.”