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“This setup has a 87% probability of success.” Yanagi, indicating a graph on his presentation with a laser pointer, looks over at his two very sceptical colleagues. “87%,” he repeats. “The highest of all possible scenarios.” Yukimura seems as if he can’t decide whether he’s annoyed or amused, while Sanada looks fit to burst a vein.
“Does it have to be the both of you, was what you were about to ask,” Yanagi adds, when Yukimura opens his mouth to say something. “Yes. Seiichi, you and Genichirou are the only two available operatives with the requisite skillset.” He can see Sanada exhaling slowly, signaling his grudging acceptance. Yukimura looks at Yanagi for a long moment, eyes glittering, before nodding once. They are professionals, after all.
“Good.” Yanagi steps forward, holding out folders and IDs. “Your glitzy gay wedding awaits you in Las Vegas.”
Months later, when the objective has long been met and the world is once again safe from insane billionaire villains, Yanagi catches Yukimura laying his head on Sanada’s shoulder. Sanada smiles gently back. Finally, he thinks. Mission accomplished.