<strong>Name:</strong>Nakamura Seiichi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tokyo, streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Whoever (possibly Luna and/or Artemis if they're still around)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It's a good thing Seiichi's goggles hide his eyes, because he can't quite keep the incredulous look off his face as he peers at the woman's identification.  "Well, all right then," he concludes dryly.  "If I do see anything pertinent, I'll be sure to let you know."  And with that, he turns and walks away casually.<br/><br/>The fact that nothing could possibly be pertinent to an organization that doesn't exist -- and if it did, well, he wouldn't be cleared to know their business anyway -- is hardly worth mentioning.  This wouldn't be something he could explain to the authorities even if he was actually talking to the real authorities, and...well, there's a lot to think about in any case.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, he manages to duck into an alley long enough to revert to his street clothes and recover his bookbag.  Glancing around carefully, Seiichi emerges and heads back out into the streets.  He takes a roundabout path, looking around for any sign of those cats.<br/><br/>...The situation is almost too ridiculous to accept.  He doesn't even<em>like</em>cats.  But those two sounded like the only ones who actually knew what was going on.<br/><br/>And if this was a dream, he'd almost certainly have woken up by now.