Osaka. May 7, 1939.
Walking onto the terrace of the restaurant, Ryoko spotted her contact sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. She walked over to his table and sat down.
"Okada Gensai," the man said in a low voice as he pushed an envelope and a picture across the table to Ruoko. "Yakuza hitman. Suspected of blackmail, smuggling, illegal gambling, assassinations, bid rigging, extortion, drug trafficking, car theft, assault, burglary, cargo theft, labour racketeering, point shaving, robbery, fencing, solid and toxic waste dumping violations, internet pornography, hijacking, counterfeiting, fraud, gun running, bribery, arson, bombing, drive-by shooting, coercion, larceny, skimming, kidnapping, slot machines, false imprisonment, political corruption, jury tampering, witness tampering, bootlegging, sports betting systems, games of chance, casinos, battery, mayhem, jewelry heists, tax evasion, torture, witness intimidation, threats, bookmaking, loansharking, racketeering, conspiracy, pornography, money laundering, murder, sexual assault, identity theft, human trafficking, embezzelment, tresspasing, perjury, soukaiya, prostitution, arms trafficking, and infiltration of legitimate businesses. He's believed to have had dealings with the pirate cruiser MS Karaboudjan which would explain why there were 19 crewmembers of Japanese origin on the ship. He also has ties with various foreign criminal organizations."
Ryoko yawned. "Anything he isn't suspected of doing?"
"We also suspect he has something to do with the demise of the one we normally would have given this job to a few years ago."
"Yayoko? Nah, that was Nana-san-ichi... and she's not dead yet. It was just a flesh wound."
The man looked at Ryoko. "Nana-san-ichi has nothing to do with Akaibara-san's death."
"But it was just a scratch," Ryoko argued. "She got better you know."
"You have never heard of it. I have never heard of it. No one has ever heard of it. No one knows anything about it. It's not here. It does not exist. If you speak of it again, you might end up dead like Akaibara-san. Remember that."
Ryoko shrugged. "Whatever..." She looked at the envelope which looked suspiciously thin. She opened it and pulled out a single sheet of paper. "Fined for running a red light? That's it?"
"Unfortunately, that's the best the justice system could do. We could not even get him into jail for a single day."
"So you want my justice to take him out permanently, right?"
"Yes... after you manage to locate him. He should still be in Japan, but none of our contacts know where he is right now... and be careful, Togo-san. Don't underestimate him. He's very dangerous and smart."
"Well... as long as I get paid for it. He'll soon be very dead."
The man nodded and put his newspaper down. He reached underneath the table and placed a small suitcase on the table. "A quarter now. The rest you will get upon completion of the mission. Also, as you requested, we have upgraded your Type 95 rifle so you can pick it up at our arsenal down the street."
Ryoko grabbed the suitcase and got up. "Consider it done." She then left.
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