A few minutes later, and Jacob got into Mr. Tanaka’s car. Hito Yon was on the street corner, sitting in a folding chair behind the hot dog cart; his briefcase was stashed beneath it.
As they drove off, Jacob turned to Mr. Tanaka. "Hito Yon?" he asked. "Seriously? How does someone get named that?"
Mr. Tanaka frowned. "Mr. Yon was recruited out of one of command’s client orphanages. It is likely he was assigned that name for lack of another one."
Jacob shook his head. "Okay, but… ‘Person Four?‘ That doesn’t really inspire me to expect much of him."
Mr. Tanaka’s frown deepened. "Many exemplary agents have come out of the orphan project, Jake. Why, if he’s anything like Hito Ni or Hito San, his record will soon put yours to shame."
Jacob laughed. "Wait – wait! We have a ‘Person Two’ and a ‘Person Three’ in the agency?" He snorted. "Is there a Person One?"
This time, Tanaka did not reply. He was lost, momentarily, in memories of blood and madness. As soon as he does anything like Hito Ichi, Tanka thought with grim certainty, I’ll shoot him in the back of the head myself.
Jacob sat in growing discomfort as the silence lengthened. Finally, he broke it himself. "Look, I’m just saying: Hito Yon is a redshirt name if I ever heard one. Home base was crazy sending us just that one guy, and it’s probably for the best if we can keep him out of this one."
Then Mr. Tanaka turned to Jacob. "It’s going to be bad?"
"Oh, yeah," Jacob said. "That magic that’s been building up in town? It’s been growing exponentially. I’ve never seen anything like it. So unless somehow there’s some other world-class sorcerer in town that we don’t know about, that means our guy is getting ready to do something big – and it won’t be good. He is not a nice man."
"No," Mr. Tanaka agreed softly. "Necromancers rarely are."