[h2]Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria[/h2]

Takahara sat at the table, patting a [url=http://galleryplus.ebayimg.com/ws/web/161412528000_2_0_1/500x500.jpg]Kuro footsoldier[/url] on the back as the mook sobbed into his Darkness-Brand Soda. The fellow mook had spent a good while explaining the recent fall of the Shadow Line, and how most of their rails were torn up and ruined by the Rainbow Line.

"Man... that's pretty rough. I know it always sucks finding a new job after an employer goes under. I've had to do it enough."

"Kuro. Kuro... kuro."

Of course there was a wife and kid to feed. There always was. For some reason, a lot of people- especially "protagonists"- seemed to think that mooks had no life outside the organization. That was seldom true. Takahara sighed.

"Look, I'll put in a call. I've got a friend who works at Florsheim. They've been thinking about expanding into train production, you'd be perfect for that. How long have you worked with the Shadow Line?"

"Kuro."

"Yeah, they'll be all over you. Experience is a really big deal to Count Vamp. He's got a habit of hiring monsters and cyborgs after the companies go under. Just be sure to read up."

Takahara reached into the magazine rack provided for waiting customers, handing the Kuro a copy of the Florsheim company magazine. The company's employees often came here, and were generally the one exception to the "no bosses" rule- Count Vamp was surprisingly calm about the lax atmosphere of Freddy's. The Kuro left to read up with a few other members of the group as Takahara finally got his pizza. Really, it was surprising just how much he had to eat to fuel the cybernetics Shocker put into him as a combatman. Now THOSE were some good times. He took a slice of the pepperoni and began dialing his communicator. After the pickup, Takahara carried on the conversation in Japanese- after all, Florsheim was based out of Japan.

[i]"Good evening, this is Sentou Takahara. Oh, hey Muscle Mammoth. Got you working reception this week? Yeah, I hear you, Summer's a busy time of year in our line of work. Listen, I was wondering if I could talk with Vamp about getting some friends a job. Yeah, another employer's gone under. Yes, the Shadow Line this time. That reminds me, did you patch things up with Sunred? Ah, good to hear! Oh, right, the Kuros. Yeah. Yeah. No, not Shadow Monsters, just the footsoldiers. Yeah. Fifteen years of working on railroads, he says. Six o'clock tomorrow? Yeah, I'll tell him to make the call. Oh, let Armor Tiger know one of the Hydra boys is aiming for his high score on Galaga! Later!"[/i]

After a brief, pleasant chat with the Florsheim receptionist, Takahara set to work on something pressing: Devouring a greasy extra-large pizza.