"Hm, I don't think this is real."

Takegami's voice was relaxed. The one detective was grabbing his knee and still moving while the second one was ignoring his buddy to continue to go around the table. There was still the third officer, standing against the wall, hands fumbling for the baton in his belt loop, but like all officers, it was locked in place with a peacekeeping knot.

He stood up, grabbed the wounded detective and introduced his face to the hard table. Hard.