“An’ speaking of safe….” Huang gave the doctor a flat stare. “Who do you work for?”
That seemed to startle Ishida. Or possibly annoy him. “I told you. I’m one of the head doctors here-”
“Don’t play dumb,” Huang gritted out. “You’re standing here and not killing people who tell you no. If you’ve got it together enough to be a doctor somebody picked you up and cleaned up the bodies until you got your Contract under control. Who? The Russians? MI6? DGSE?”
Ishida touched the side of his glasses, as if buying time to think. “Are you informing me that there are hunters of the supernatural insane enough to work for foreign intelligence agencies?”
Hunters of what? Hei wanted to ask. But first things first. “All Contractors are rational. You should know.”
Unless he was a stabilized Moratorium, like Klang had been; maintaining a Contractor’s powers without slipping into the blank trances of a Doll-state, holding onto human emotions and free of remuneration. It didn’t seem likely. What were the odds there’d been another escaped survivor from Project Wigenlied?
MI6 stole some of that project’s data. They might have the formula to stabilize Moratoria.
…I wonder if that’s what they think I am?
“Contractors.” Ishida tasted the word, as if he’d never heard it before. “There was something on the news, in Tokyo. An attack on the wall around Hell’s Gate. They used that word. Is that what you three are?”
Mao blinked, as Ishida’s gaze included him. “Prrrt?”
“I know a possessing spirit when I see one,” Ishida said dryly.
A/N: And now both sides are starting to realize something’s not quite right. 😉