[b]Death Man's Sedan[/b]

[color=black]<<"See, now this is what I'm talking about! Americans can do incredible things with pork.">>[/color]

Death Man sat in the back of the car as he enjoyed a rack of ribs and some imported beer. Shiro got a few cookies and a soda, the two henchmen got barbecue sandwiches and fries... all takeout. It was just safer to get takeout in Gotham, especially after poking a hornet's nest. Death Man grumbled as he heard his [url=https://youtu.be/Ge18n2JCwBs]phone ringing[/url].

[color=black]<<"And they remember to include the moist towelettes. That crazy masked biker's steakhouse never included the towelettes, you had to ask.">>[/color]

[i]Te o toriatte Kono mama ikō...[/i]
[i]Aisuru hito yo...[/i]
[i]Shizukana yoi ni...[/i]
[i]Hikario tomoshi...[/i]


He wiped his hands off, composing himself and putting the helmet back on for the full effect. Clearing his throat, he flipped open his phone- an older model- and answered at last.

[i]Itoshiki O-[/i]

[color=black]<<"You may speak, Satou. but do so knowing the the dire consequences for daring trifle with my affairs.">>[/color]

<<"My apologies, Lord Death Man. Know that I do so only that we know your will.">>

[color=black]<<"I said you may speak. Do not waste my time with pleasantries.">>[/color]

<<"We want to know who will be your hand in... uh... Look, Lord Death Man, this dramatic veiled speech thing is hard. How are we starting the whole crime wave thing?">>

[i]SHIT.[/i] Amidst the sweet taste of barbecued pig, the caress of imported beer he could have gotten cheaper at home, and the lingering rush from interrogating a toady, Lord Death Man forgot his promise to the men: a crime a day, every day, except weekends. To make Gotham worse than Hub City or Vanity City. The whole point of this stupid trip. He'd had something in mind... something to lead off with to let the Gothamites know that this was not, in fact, the brand of crime they were used to. The question is if it was ready or not.

[color=black]<<"The gears are in motion, Satou. Wheels are turning. Death Man out.">>[/color]

Hanging up, Death Man began scrolling through his phone contacts. He needed a criminal, and fast. A hostage situation through the toxic slime of a Kemurian Looter, maybe? Have one of his enforcers clear out some of the local thugs? Start up a protection racket with the overwhelming strength of an oni? Was it too soon to show off what Shiro could really do? There were simply too many options. Thankfully, the burden was lifted as his phone [url=https://youtu.be/1XHcPYorSJw]rang once more.[/url]

[color=black]<<"Doctor Reaper. I trust you have good news regarding Little Mori's recovery.">>[/color]

<<"Indeed, Lord Death Man! He has taken to the cybernetics faster than we could have hoped... Though he will require more testing to ensure the procedure was completely effective.">>

Okay, Little Mori was up, and needed testing. That was a start. Lord Death man looked around the car, settling on a newspaper. A rather interesting article on the front page mentioned something about jewels, but he didn't have long enough to read- he had to keep it going. Thankfully, a century of criminal activity makes for good on-the-spot judgement calls.

[color=black]<<"I believe I have an adequate test of his abilities. At the Gotham Museum of Art, there are... four gems of exquisite value being displayed. I believe they are of sufficient clarity that your Super Science Network may find use for them. As such, I want them by dawn. Send Little Mori to retrieve them.">>[/color]

<<"As you command, my lord! He will be dispatched immediately.">>

[color=black]<<"And be sure that he understands... the price of failure. Death Man, out.">>[/color]

With that, Death Man hung up and turned his attention to his ribs. Soon, they would be back at base, and the Death Syndicate's crime spree would officially begin. Gotham wouldn't know what hit it.