The computer’s busted again. Atsuro’s been out for a couple of days, so Volkner twists his head, looking about the shop for Employee #1.
“Conan!”
Conan raised his head at the voice that called out for him. That couldn’t be good. He was still holding the fish he won the other day in a little bowl. This wasn’t really the time for it, but eh. He walked over to the blond with it.
“What now?”
