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[h1][u]The Meet[/u][/h1]
[h2]Gathering of Garbage[/h2]
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[center][h1]Kokato's Noodle Shoppe, Somewhere in Japan[/h1][/center]

[I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QljRe99OMCU]요즘 rapper soundin extra extra extra lame, put you in your place call that real estate reppin south korea thats where we fuckin beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...FUCK! SIK-K you got me?[/url][/I] The sound of music echoed through the near empty street of Tsuka Dr. A few people sat at the booth just outside the shop, next to them a couple shady characters strapped overtly with pistols, sunglasses and an unyielding stoic posture. Inside a cook making beef and chicken ramen and another making sushi. The place smelled of cigarettes despite the alluring smell of food, an ashtray in need of emptying and a few glasses half full of sake. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Yow man what the fuck! Urrrrghhhh!"[/color]

[i]"Gi, you need to sit still plus it was your idea to go oldschool with the tattoo anyway, baka."[/i] 

"Thwack"

[i]OW! What the hell GI!?"[/i] Gi let out a light chuckle from his friends reaction after getting slapped on the back of the head. His grin was light but was recognizable.

[color=9e0b0f]"Geez Taiko, didn't hurt that much did it- SONAVA!!!"[/color] another sharp pain from the oldschool tattoo artist knocking the needle into his back, etching in the final shading of his new pride and joy, a dragon whose claws seemed to dig into the gunshot wound on his shoulder. It truly did look like a claw would penetrate his skin with the way the artist drew it.

[i]Payback is a bitch ain't it."[/i] Gi glared at him which earned a hearty laugh in response. There were a few people besides Gi in the back room of the noodle shop. Two seemed to be counting money, another one was on the phone talking about kilos, more than likely not for the shop itself and then it was Gi, his friend, the tattoo artist and the bartender, who was getting Gi a drink to ease the pain. 

[i]"Yo, Gi. We still taking care of Shinto's tomorrow. He hasn't paid Miyagi in a few months."[/i] Gi stayed quiet and listened.

[i]"And he's pretty fucking pissed about it too. So what's the deal. We doing it or are we wai-"[/i] A gentlemen entered the back of the shop where they were. Everyone's progress stopped, hands discreetly making their way to their firearms. Gi stood up, letting his shirt drop over his tattoo. 

[color=1a7b30]"Letter for you Gi. Some guy just dropped it off..."[/color] He stood there for a minute, stoic expression on his face for a moment before he gestured for him to bring it forward and then waved him off. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Green container...This aint sketchy as fuck at all..."[/color] His friend gave him a concerned look.

[i]"Need me to go with ya."[/i] He shook his head.

[color=9e0b0f]"Nah, I'll go by myself but if I call you, just gather who you can and meet me here. Where my butter knives?"[/color] Gi made his way to a locker in the corner and began to strap up. Across his chest were about 5 sheaths for boot knives, each ranging from black to grey. Both sides of his calves held machetes and on his sides two katanas and one ninjato that rested on his back. He through his black coat over him and made his way out the door. 

[color=9e0b0f]What was the address again?"[/color]

[i]"225 Nikkei Drive, Mitsui Shipyard. Dock 14 Area 4. YO YOU BE CAREFUL BRO!"[/i] His buddy walk out with him and shook his hand before bringing him in for a hug.

[color=9e0b0f]"Always..Peace."[/color] And with that he was gone in an instant, already turning down the street towards the shipyard.
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[center][h1]225 Nikkei Drive, Mitsui Shipyard. Dock 14 Area 4[/h1][/center]

It doesn't take long to get anywhere when you can move faster than the police can scan ya. He made it to the docks and managed to find the green container along with a few others. He kept his distance for a bit and watched them move about and talk. Not taking chances, he moved around the side of a container, undoing his middle chest boot knife and slipped the full contraption under his sleeve, strapping it to his wrist as a precaution just before moving back out, a smoke in hand. As he neared he raised a hand to greet before bringing it back to his side and joined the group. He sighed.

[color=9e0b0f]"So I'm assuming you are all here for that letter to huh?"[/color] his half lidded eyes and relaxed posture didn't show much but rather the glint of some of his weaponry did.