Turn in for the night, there's nothing to say

As much as you'd love to throw those two under the bus, you don't think you can do that yet. There's not enough proof to back up your statements. It would be your word against theirs...Or in other words, the new guy verses against two veteran employees. No way that would look good.

So, you tell McKinley that you're having a good time there so far, but you want to turn in for the night. It was probably for the best anyway. You might be able to find Kenji and tell him to do something about it instead, he might be able to do something sensible about this.

You toss and turn at night. Mikka...Ruprik...Akiko and Sachio...How the fuck did you get into this dumb situation? You're a damn contractor. What are you doing?

The night, all considering, treats you all right. You go to the museum the next morning. It must've snowed the night before, because there was a fair amount of it on the ground when you left the hotel. You met up with Kenji, who was waiting for you at the exit with his hand stowed away in his pockets, hiding them from the bitter elements.

"No coat?" You ask, hiding your hands too.

"No." He replies. "Unless the weather forces it. I'm not carrying anything I don't really need. Now, c'mon. All the dancers and guards are waiting are already there."

You both start making your ways across the street. No one is outside this time, it looks like a ghost town. You exhale and rub your hands together. It was still October, but the weather was acting like it was December. As you stepped inside, you felt that it was fairly warm, but no one as hot as it was yesterday. Not just that, but there were also a lot of people walking around. A lot people.

Kenji turns around and tap his shoes against the rug. "Well, what's first?"