Chapter 7
“Took you long enough,” Jason sniped at him once he rounded the intersection.
There was nothing he had to offer on that, so Saito smiled and stopped himself against a blank space of wall next to Jason. “What can I help you with?”
Jason rolled his green eyes, long-suffering annoyance in every line of his frame, and dug his nails into the section of wall right in front of him. A panel about the size of his hand popped off with barely any resistance to reveal a dark space. He had to practically stick his nose in the opening, eyes narrowed to catch the ambient light, but he pulled back when he didn’t see any specific thing he had to grab. He’d come across bowls of ramen less tangled. Jason let the freed piece of wall float out of his hands. A little Maglite was produced from Jason
