[open to anyone] On my way to Zawame

[withthedriving]

I'm in my own car, driving to this place called Zawame. Belt-san has maintenance work to do on Tridoron, but this shouldn't take too long anyway, and I can call for either of them if necessary.

There have been the strangest news reports coming out of Zawame. Strange deaths. But they don't seem to have anything to do with Roidmudes. Nor do they seem to have anything to do with any other group that's been active in the last few years.

I'm going to find out. Even if the trouble they're having isn't connected to ours. I need to help, if I can.

...well, I will, when I get there.

I sigh, and open the trunk to find the spare tyre, as other cars whizz past me on the freeway.