[Thursday, Morning, Secret Base]
Having already arrived at the junkyard and gone down through the circular platform, Jonathan was now in the elevator, descending toward the secret base, dressed in casual clothes. With all the equipment he had picked up, they were now being worn by him.
The ring was on his finger, the glasses hanging from the collar of his shirt, the gun attached to the waistband of his pants, the bracelet on his wrist, the pen and the bomb in his pockets, and the vest on his torso.
He was probably doing it wrong, but it's not like he had much sense, and he didn't have the proper clothes for this either, anyway.
If anyone questioned him, he would simply say they were fake or something like that. At most, they would consider him a weird guy.
With the elevator door opening, the sight inside — which looked like it had come straight out of a science fiction movie — greeted him once again.
