Cipher Pol Number 9 | CP9

"So, where's this new recruit?" Kaku asked, looking around but not finding the new person.

"And how should I know!" Spandam shouts, banging on the table, not too hard so as not to hurt his hands. "He should be coming soon, I'm not accepting him because he's late." He sits down in the chair.

— "Hm..." Rob Lucci remains still with his arms crossed.

Kalifa sits on a purple bench with her legs crossed. "How rude! I'm not impressed if he's weak."

She remains silent, an uncomfortable silence. The officers stand there talking amongst themselves.