Masato generally disliked gym class.  He appreciated the opportunity to sweat out his daily frustrations, but he was not much for group participation and team sports pretty much balanced out any benefit the exercise might have done for him.  After swinging the bat a few times and sending one ball so far out that they simply decided to replace it, no one objected to him sitting out the remainder of the inning.  Not realizing, or perhaps not caring if the coach or Nakamura-sensei could hear him, he took a seat on the bench next to Matt and muttered his complaints.<br/><br/>"Damn Ningyo," he growled, craving a cigarette.  "We're here wasting time while there's a kidnapper still on the loose.  People could be disappearing right now."  He was silent for a moment before he muttered again, lower.  "So, what's the plan of attack tonight?"