[h1][center][color=indianred]Hector Cavala[/color][/center][/h1]

Hector briefly tried to recall what an "Assassin" did. They.... snuck around, didn't they? They snuck around and didn't get noticed by other people. Hector could probably replicate that with five of his men and some burner phones, but Assassin was probably more mobile than them. Beyond that, Hector's assets were stretched fairly thin, what with the Yakuza deals over in Kamurocho. Perhaps, Hector reflected, it would have been better to come into this expecting something more than a temporary diversion from actual business. Regardless, Hector was stuck with only one person on-hand and limited assets. He'd need more men and more money, before he could start to do anything worthwhile. Money was easy to get, but easier to track. Men, however, would be difficult. The only person who'd be of any use in a Grail War would be a Magus, and Magi were particularly difficult to find. Playing the long game would simply [i]not work[/i].

"[color=indianred]Aight, I understand what you're saying. We ain't in a good situation right now, an' sittin' still ain't gonna do nothing but fuck us. Thing is, there ain't much we [i]can[/i] do that won't get us caught right in the open.[/color]" Hector laughed out loud at the situation he'd gotten himself in. The Sublimated Elixir worked its magic even in the face of panic. "[color=indianred]I got a change of plans. First, we gotta figure out who's got who. That's gonna be fuckin' hard, 'less we dealing with nothin' but shitheads. I worked with a guy who did this "tracking" shit 'fore, so I got a little idea on what we gotta do. Listen close, now...[/color]"

"[color=indianred]First things first, take the most obvious route: Check the news and the police radio. 'less you know Japanese, we ain't gonna get much. Anybody hopping 'round with their superman, the police're gonna know about it, and they're gonna [i]talk[/i] about it. Anybody's disappearin' off the streets 'cuz fuckin' [i]La Llorona[/i] is workin' for someone, it's gonna show up.[/color]"

"[color=indianred]Next, we're gonna start checking out shit like a private dick. Ask chemical suppliers, blood banks, an' the like if they got any suspicious shipments. Somebody's got bright ideas on settin' traps, they gonna order shit for making bombs, and they gonna get their asses on a watch list. We get in with the cops, we get that list, and we get our names.[/color]"

"[color=indianred]Last up, after everything fails, we just gotta get sloppy. We're gonna have to look around for suspicious shit [i]ourselves[/i], an' that's gonna fuck us over if we ain't lucky. Good news is we'll get a chance to talk to these guys, get 'em to work with us if possible. If not, we ice 'em and move on.[/color]"

Hector felt he had said his piece. This was going to be a risky operation, and Hector wasn't sure if it was going to work out. If all else failed, Hector had at least one contingency plan packed away, to make sure that his legacy wouldn't die with him. To win this, he'd need to be careful, and he'd need to make friends. To get one, he'd need to forsake the other. Risky, but rewarding-- just the way he liked it.

"[color=indianred]So, now we got that sorted... what're you in the mood for? There's a ramen shop down the street, got some real nice breakfast deals. You wanna go there?[/color]"
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