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Topic Started: Jan 5 2010, 08:46 PM (879 Views)
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For about an hour now, Erik had been sitting in his cab, waiting for his client to walk out. Sitting for so long would normally aggravate a taxi driver waiting to earn their paycheck, but Erik was patient. You had to be in this business, otherwise you'd never get a job in the first place, and it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be anyway. Brown eyes flickering over to side-view mirror on the right side of his car, Erik watched the doors to the county courthouse carefully, watching for the rush of people flooding into and out of those doors to commence. For there was a very publicized case going on about now, and the person he was to escort safely to another location would be coming out of those doors, through all the paparazzi and police escort.

Sitting in his taxi cab, a Mercedez Benz, Erik was used to having very picky clients, and he made sure to cater to their needs if he could do so professionally. He'd earned quite a bit of money escorting the rich, famous, and powerful clients, which is why he owned the Mercedes as his cab. What better way to chauffeur your passengers than in a Mercedes?

Link to Mercedes.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Erik adjusted the rear-view mirror to look at himself in the reflection. Wearing a black chapeau which was styled after many stereotypical french hats, the hat only covered the top of his head, allowing his dark brown hair to flow easily in the breeze. He kept his hair cropped short, more for preference than for looks, though he admitted to himself again at how good he looked in short hair.

His skin was also without any blemishes, his white skin perfectly tanned from sunlight, which was natural for him, since he didn't go to beauty parlors for such things. Why spend $500 on a tan that you could spend a few hours at most gaining from the beach? His uniform was also impeccably well kept, even after sitting in his seat for almost 2 hours now, there was nary a wrinkle on his suit, except where he sat of course. A clean, businesslike suit that he'd had tailored perfectly, to accentuate his slight, but well-formed body, without giving any ideas to someone looking at him in the suit.

The suit itself was from a high-end company called eh... Erik rolled his head to the head slightly, not being able to remember the exact company he'd bought the suit from, but it was a very expensive, and durable suit jacket. A double-breasted jacket that showed a nice V for his tie and white, long business shirt.

The tie was the only moderately priced item, being about $70. He could have bought the same color tie for around $200, but the only difference between that tie and the one he wore now is the store he'd have bought them from, rather than the company that made the tie. The white shirt, what little of it that can be seen, has a slight frill at the cuffs at his wrists, creating a nice elegant look to his ensemble. He also wore white, sequined gloves, far different from the ones that Micheal Jackson wore, these being for driving rather than for a music show, so the gloves are much more durable, and warm than normal gloves.

While he waited, Erik kept his radio tuned to the classical stations, currently listening to a piece of Beethoven, and as he listened he guessed it to be Beethoven, and probably the 7th piece of of symphony from that particular set of music that he'd made. Sure enough, when the piece ended, the announcer for the radio station announced that it was indeed Beethoven, from the piece he'd guessed, not that the station gave out prizes for such guesses. Not that it mattered to Erik either whether the station gave out prizes, since he made more money in a few hours than most earned in 2 years.
Beethoven's 7th Symphony, Karajan.

Listening to the station for a few minutes more, Eric looked at his watch, a Skagen, then he looked at the door to the Courthouse, noticing an abrupt influx of security guards and police within the doors. He turned the engines on, a slight purr permeating the Mercedes, indicating that the vehicle was in perfect condition as always. The ending of musical piece that he'd been listening to was still playing when Erik keyed the car into ignition, and when the engine purred to life, the radio of course shut off for a moment, then kicked back on as soon as the engine had finished starting.

Once again, Erik re-aligned the rear-view mirror, placing it back into it's proper spot for him to look behind him, while looking out for anyone that might also be watching the courthouse doors, like he was, without being too obvious about it. The person about to step out had made a multitude of enemies, and Erik had already spotted a few government agents keeping a lookout, as well as a few other not so government lookouts that also watched the doors. What the person had done to amass such powerful enemies, Erik knew not, but that wasn't the purpose of his job. "Your job is to transport the client or clients, not to question their motives for such transportation of your clients." Erik whispered the mantra of his company, well aware that this job would likely be just as dicey as any other.

Shrugging, Erik took one last look at the traffic going past the courthouse, thankful that the police had cleared the area for a good 20 miles of the courthouse of any and all civilian traffic. Which of course meant that if Erik had to perform some rather creative maneuvers while driving, he'd not be fighting with traffic to do so.

Seeing as how he regularly transported clients that were wanted dead or alive in some form or another, Erik had asked for his car windows to be made bullet-proofed, as well as armored enough to stop most forms of civilian firearms. While his vehicle couldn't stop a round from an AK-47, it could stop anything that happened to be a sub-machine gun round or less, which is generally what he faced when transporting his clients. He'd also of course had a panel of bulletproof glass placed between him and the passenger seats behind him, in case he needed to transport a criminal.

He saw the doors opening, but at his vantage point, some 20 feet from the doors and 5 feet below the level of the courthouse doors, Erik couldn't see the face of his new client. Not through the wall of policemen, guards, and what few cameramen that had been allowed to broadcast the case within the Courthouse. Knowing he'd not see the clients face until after they entered the vehicle, Erik revved up the engine, making sure the car was ready to move quickly if needed, and blinked his brake lights twice, signaling that he was ready to begin escorting the client. The policemen, seeing his lights flash, immediately began moving en masse towards his vehicle, being careful to shield the person they were escorting from every angle they could.

Which was, of course, when things started to go wrong. One minute, not a whisper of noise from the outside of his sound-proofed Mercedes, and then Erik sees a policeman that was escorting his new client suddenly keeling backwards, a bullet wound just above and to the right of his left eye. Though he'd never heard the gunshot, Erik opened the back-right door to his Mercedes, and his new client was hurriedly pushed into the awaiting seat before someone else could try to assassinate him. Pressing the same button to close the door as to open it, Erik heard a momentary outcry from the police and government agents, and he drove off as quickly as he could without running anyone over.

He heard a slight bit of static over from a speaker next to him, and without taking an eye from the road in front of him, Erik picked up the microphone. "Roger Central, Escort number T-061 has received the package, and is making way to the rendezvous point. Over." Static was heard for only a second more, before a deep, mechanized voice spoke." Roger T-061, move to secondary rendezvous, at Bravo junction at your discretion. The package takes priority. Out."

Erik set the speaker down, minding his surrounding for a few more blocks, making twists and turns to throw any pursuers off of his tail, all the while neither he nor his new client could feel any movement as Erik moved through the area. Erik took great care in his vehicle, so he'd installed the best shock absorbers, brakes, heating and air-conditioning, and anything else he might need for a job. Fortunately, he'd planned his own escape routes in case the original escape routes were somehow leaked to the wrong hands. Once he saw a plain-clothed person using high-tech binoculars watching them from a window on the street to his left, Erik turned onto that street, knowing that it would be safe for the two of them.

Only then did Erik turn on the speaker system to the passenger section of his cab, and looked to see who his newest client was. "Must be nice to be the target of so many people. I don't know whether to congratulate you or to wish you luck for angering so many people, but you've got my respect." Erik made a salute to his client, obviously not the kind of salute that a soldier would've been trained to render, but a salute nonetheless. "So, are you allowed to tell me how you've managed to upset so many people, or do I 'not need to know'?" A light next to the microphone in the client's seat flashed, indicating that the line was open, if either of them wished to converse.

(Alrighty, with a few minor modifications, this topic is up! I'm looking for whoever wants this topic to play the part of Erik's client, who is in the backseat with a panel of bulletproff glass between them. As to what your character's profession is, that's up to you. You can be a lawyer, a mobboss, druglord, a mercenary, pretty much anything you want, so long as you choose a profession and a feasible reason for someone to want your character dead. Pm me if you want to rp this topic please! ;) )
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Alchino, a “spy” for the Unites States Government and an important witness in this current high class case against a large mafia group, mainly their boss who had been captured thanks to Alchino’s testimony and assistance to the local law enforcement. At that point in time he had thought that his part in the situation was over with, but then the prosecution had called on him to be a witness and testify against the accused mafia boss. What charges had Alchino helped to place on the mans shoulders? Well nothing really or out of the normal, well at least in the Yakuza heir’s mind. Murder, conspiracy to commit murder, possession of illegal weapons, possession and distribution of illegal drugs, and a myriad of other charges that Alchino just couldn’t wrap his mind around.

The dark haired male had been called into the courtroom for the first time that day to testify against a certain Mr. Morin, a well to do wealthy businessman who Alchino had helped to bring to justice. For once the secrets he’d given to government had actually led to an arrest and it seemed to be a rather high class event as well with so many reporters and cameramen around. It seemed Alchino had given the government someone they may have already needed. Alchino had been able to provide them with plenty of evidence to put the man behind bars for years to come, so he hadn’t really expected to be called to testify. He wasn’t much for speaking up in front of people after all.

Alchino had worn a dark purple kimono to court, white tabi socks on his small feet and purple lacquered geta sandals on those small feet as well. The kimono was embroidered with silver and gold sakura blossoms and maple leaves in soft greenish tones that made the kimono almost seem to shimmer in the light. Unknown to anyone by Alchino was that this kimono had been won in a yakuza fight years earlier and was one of his few things from back home that he had at the moment. Testifying was his way to pay for the protection he was being given by the government from would be assassins. If the government only knew who was chasing him and why, they most certainly wouldn’t be giving him all of this protection.

So it was with a tired and bored heart that Alchino sang his little song, testifying to what he’d overheard, seen and read about Mr. Morin’s doings. What he’d heard from past workers of the mafia boss. When asked if he had names for these “workers” Alchino had raised an eyebrow and tilted his head for a moment, touching a pale fingertip to his pink lips in thought for a moment. After a moment of thought he had shrugged, telling them that he knew them, but it would do them little good…the dead can’t well testify
against their boss. Once the defense had, had their turn at questioning him the judge had told Alchino he was free to go and that was when the real fun started.

Police and Alchino’s lawyer came to accompany their star witness to his ride to safety knowing full fell how dangerous it really was to be around this young man. To them he was the son of a high class, well known Japanese diplomat and a well known now deceased American lawyer. To anyone who truly knew Alchino, he was the heir to his mothers yakuza clan. So it was that Alchino was escorted out of the courthouse and toward the ride they had arranged for him. When gunshots range out that was when the real fun started and he was shoved into the waiting Mercedes.

“ Well a bloody deal good they are for guards,” mutters Alchino, sitting in the back, eyes half lidded as he plays with a strand of his long black hair. Alchino sighs, bracing himself in the back seat as the car moves, trying to avoid those thrice damned assassins that were always after him. Damn that woman, damn her to hell why was she so obsesses with him. Alchino sighs, shaking his head as he sits in the back seat eyes half lidded as he thinks to himself for a bit. Alchino blinks, broken from his train of thought as the voice of the driver startles him. A slight smirk pulls at Alchino’s lips at the drivers words and salute as he thinks for a moment. “ I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s nice…more bothersome then anything. It isn’t that I angered them either!” That came out rather snippy as Alchino makes a face, eyes half lidded as he sighs. “ And there’s no reason to salute me, I’m not in the army or anything, far from it. “ Alchino blinks, a smirk pulling at his lips for a moment. “ How secure is that line? I’ll tell you once I know if anyone else can listen in on us…”
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Erik rolled his eyes and kept driving, carefully as he could. Sure, safety was his number one concern, the safety of his client. And while he wouldn't be paid extra for keeping his client physically well kept, he'd be more likely to find work by keeping his newest client in the same state when he leaves the vehicle as when he'd entered. Looking at the client for a moment, Erik noticed the dress that the man wore, something very much feminine, a bit distracting really. So Erik turned back to driving, since he was coming up on a turn signal ahead. There was actually a police blockade to protect their passage, but something told Erik that it'd be safer to avoid the police-enforced path than to travel on the streets.

So Erik ignored the clients comment about the safety about the comm-line, and turned suddenly, sharply into a nearby underground vehicle parking lot, which startled the police something fierce. As if to confirm his suspicions, Erik saw quite a few rushed shots hitting the pavement where he'd turned into the parking lot. That was also when he noticed unmarked vehicles in the parking lot he was now turning into, and so he now know where those would-be assassins were parking, so he made haste out another exit. Much safer by far to go straight through enemy territory unexpectedly, than to to forward into their waiting teeth.

For a moment Erik considered ignoring his client for the rest of the drive, but then he decided to figure out what kinds of people would use more than one sniping position to take out one man, so he turned on the intercom again. "The comm-line is as safe as they come, we can't be overheard unless I want us to be overheard. Since my job is to escort you, not spy on you, I don't see why we should be overheard. This is my car, not the governments, though I am working for them at the moment. Excuse me."

Now Erik began driving aggressively in earnest, fore his job was to escort his client to a safehouse near the airport. Erik was in no position to need to know why his client was needed so close to the airport, but nonetheless he wondered if his client was to be taken out of the US for his protection. Once he'd gotten past the confines of the downtown streets, Erik began to drive on the highway, which was both good and bad. "Don't worry if we start taking fire, unless they start using AK-47's and rockets, nary a hair on your head will be disturbed by the outside world. We can talk freely now, just keep an eye out for me, will ya? I can only keep track of so many things at once on the highway here. Whoever's out for your blood has some deep pockets, and plenty of people willing to delve into those pockets to earn whatever bounty is on your head."

Erik abruptly began cutting through traffic, dodging nimbly away from vehicles that he couldn't see through the windows of, and earned a few pinging sounds as light sub-machine gunfire bounced harmlessly off his car. There'd be quite a paintjob to take care of, but that would be easy enough to take care of. Flicking a switch on the dashboard, a video-feed displayed itself on a panel before the man that Erik was protecting. Picking up the microphone again, "You recognize any of these vehicles chasing us? They seem quite interested in picking us off before we get too far ahead." For a moment, a motorcycle with a driver holding an uzi came into view, but Erik ran his car into the would be drive-by shooter onto the freeway, smirking as the driver skidded at about 50 miles per hour across the highway.

"And that, is why you always wear a helmet while riding a motorcycle. What were you saying about those guys again? I got a little distracted by that guys recklessness, so I had to take him down a notch. We'll be coming up on the Nexus Bridge, which is controlled by the US, so we'll be able to talk safely for a bit. Looks like we'll be getting a US Army helicopter escort soon as well, so feel free to tell me what you like. This baby's got a multiple-way intercom system, so I can talk to you without anyone knowing it, unless they were back there with you too."
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Alchino sighs, making a face as he shifts in his seat, eyes half lidded as he chuckles softly to himself, the yakuza heir’s eyes half lidded. “ Pardon me for my choose of costume…I thought it might through them off for a bit…guess not,” murmurs Alchino as he sighs softly, eyes half lidded as he runs his fingers through his long hair for a silent moment. “ Well it’s nice to know that this isn’t the governments vehicle…I just hope they’ll pay for it to be fixed…” Alchino tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he stretches, wincing at the sounds of gunfire.

Guns…he’d been around them since the day he was born. He could shoot one, but his mother didn’t much like the idea of her one and only child handling weapons. Though it was funny, he was to be the next leader of his mothers yakuza clan he would have to use a gun at some point. There was no way around it, though truthfully Alchino didn’t like the feel of cold metal against his hand. After so many attempted assassination attempts he was pretty much afraid of them, but so was the life of a yakuza heir.

“ They’re trying to get me back to my homeland,” murmurs Alchino, eyes half lidded as he sighs softly. “ I doubt it will do much good at this point…but you never know.” Alchino blinks at the mention of AK-47’s and rockets as he can’t help but laugh. “ I’ve never seen them have one…and somehow I doubt they’d get that drastic in their attempts…lots of shotguns, sniper riffles and other things…I’ve dealt with a few smoke bombs and such…but no rockets…” Alchino grins at Erik’s comments about whoever’s after him having deep pockets as a smirk plays at his lips.

“ Almost as deep as my own,” murmurs Alchino, eyes half lidded blinking at the video display as he tilts his head for a moment in thought. “ Well…I think a couple of them are from the Morin Mafia syndicate…they’re not too pleased at my hide right now…the rest…are probably hired assassins… probably paid by my fiancée.” Alchino sighs, eyes half lidded as he winces a bit as he hears about the motorcyclist.
“ Even wearing a helmet…half the time you are a dead man…” Alchino sighs, tilting his head back as he looks at the roof of the Mercedes. “ My mother isn’t a diplomat…my father was a lawyer….but my mother’s not a diplomat…” Alchino sighs, hair falling into his eyes, thinking about his mother as a smile plays at his lips. “ Not at least what your world would consider a diplomat…”

Alchino sighs, hearing about the helicopter as he makes a face, wincing as he hears more dinging. “ Well just what I need to draw more attention,” mutters Alchino as he sighs softly. “ A whirlybird…” Alchino shakes his head, displacing his hair as he starts to undo his obi. “ If I have to run I can’t well run in this thing…” Alchino sighs, finishing untying to obi as he tilts his head for a moment. “ You’re accompanying a yakuza heir Mr. Driver….what do you think of that?”

It had been years since he’d told anyone what his real job was…what he really was and it made a smirk play over his pale lips as he set the obi to the side, starting to wriggle out of the layers of his kimono. Underneath he was dressed in a tight thigh length skirt that would show off his feminine figure rather well. “ A crossdressing, 19 year old, Japanese-American yakuza heir…named Alchino Manali Odiro-Linali Aurasai…Alchino or Chino for short…now don‘t go telling anyone I told you that…Mama wouldn‘t be happy with me…”
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Erik cocked his head to the side as he drove, at first only half listening to the man's words as he told his tale about why he was being shot at. Though as the assassins continued to come after them well after the helicopter began to close, Erik paid more attention. "Father, a lawyer, and the mother... Not what my world would consider a diplomat? Surely you don't think my 'world' includes dinner parties, champagne, and tea parties, considering the job I have of escorting you kid?"

Thinking a moment, Erik stops talking about himself, and goes back to paying attention to his drive, and listening to the person behind him. The helicopter was beginning to take some light fire, but the helicopter wouldn't even be able to feel such pathetic bullets from a hand-held weapon. Likely the assassins were really wanting to collect on the reward for killing and/or capturing his current client, Erik thought, but that didn't explain their suicidal gung-ho attitudes.

As the pursuit wound down, Erik decided it was about time to make a turnoff, before his employers got too nervous about a lack of communication. As he neared the next bridge, Erik blinked his lights twice again, and a red light flashed, then blue, then the red light flashed again, twice. Erik nodded, and made as if to head down the west offramp, and sure enough, the stupid assassins thought he meant to head into oldtown district. Only half of them went there though, but that was more than enough to allow Erik more wiggle room.

Hearing that the assassins were probably being employed by someone with pockets almost as deep as his clients own, Erik was about to ask what was meant by that, but his question was son answered. Erik remained silent for a moment, and then shrugged. "You seem to think that 'my world' is nothing but t.v. dinners, caviar, and the occasional tea party? Well if that was my life, do you think I'd be this calm with sniper rifles, sub-machine guns, and an Army helicopter floating behind us? Speaking of which, I'll need to phone my boss a bit, so hold onto that thought. Nice dress though, once you get used to the cross-dressing bit. Suits you."

Turning his eyes to the road again, Erik was about to turn off the intercom to the backseat, then spoke once again to the man behind him. "So you're a yakuza heir? That'd explain why so many people are stupid enough to tangle with a chopper with only submachine guns. Name's Erik by the way, and I will be your driver to paradise, at least until my job here is finished Alchino."

Switching off Alchinio's commlink, Erik switched to the frequency that his boss was linked to. "This is T-061, the package is safe and accounted for, awaiting envelope instructions for a safe delivery. Over." Static hissed for a few moments, and then some creative swearing. Just for kicks, Erik put the call into the commlink in the backseat. He specifically made it so that Alchino could hear the conversation, without worrying about being overheard himself, and told Alchino so, turning off the radio for a moment to do so.

"Sorry Central, had to switch channels. My client wanted to say something. What was that Central?" A much stronger bit of language resounded from the speakers, and this time Alchino could hear the conversation, though he couldn't enter the conversation. "Well, despite how much you've gone off course, it seems you knew what you up to. Almost as if you were provided a map of where these assassins would be along your path."

Erik spoke again, "That comes with the territory of being a 'transporter of dangerous materials and otherwise illegal quantities'. I don't suppose you'd know about that?"

The man Erik spoke to laughed bitterly, "No, but I've experienced first-hand the kind of driving you can pull off, and I'd hate to be someone sent against you. You could've made a first rate driver anyday if you joined the Miliitary, and that offers still valid."

Erik responded. "That's a negative, I get paid enough doing what I am now. Where is that envelope for delivery?"

There was a pause, then an uncertain clearing of his throat. "Uhh, T-061, there's a bit of a problem with that. I need to talk with your 'client' about a possible transport out of the country, but I'd need his okay for that. People with this kind of weaponry don't normally get this far into the country without getting caught, and I certainly don't want to be held responsible for endangering the lives of American citizens because someone's out to kill your client. Put him on, will ya?"

Erik paused, obviously uncertain what his job might now entail, then glanced back at Alchino. After a moment, Erik pressed a few buttons, and switched the call to the back seat, and then closed his link to the conversation. As the call was switched, Alchino's microphone began to speak, the voice of the man Erik had just been talking to began to speak. "This is Central, is this the client of T-061 that I'm speaking to?"
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“ Hmm, no but your world doesn’t entail under table deals, buying illegal weapons, being engaged to an obsessed woman who will do anything to get you,” mutters Alchino, sighing softly as he tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he chuckles softly, eyes closing for a moment. Alchino chuckles softly, eyes half lidded as he raises an eyebrow for a silent moment. “ Truthfully I would guess you’re used to the guns and such…and all that fun stuff…but at the same time we haven’t been raised the same way I would assume…” Alchino shifts in his seat, running a hand through his dark hair as he looks around, hearing the helicopter as he makes a face. “ I hate whirlybirds…”

Alchino blinks as Erik’s words, a slight blush trailing over his pale face as he shifts in his seat. “ It’s…a habit now…mother always made me dress up pretty to try to protect me from assassins even as a little kid,” mumbles Alchino, sighing as he blinks, hearing the conversation as a chuckle escapes his lips. “ They don’t get caught because the United States security against guns is poorly lacking…they’re mostly United States citizens anyways.” Alchino just shakes his head, throwing his hands up in the air, groaning to himself.
“ Mother thought I’d be safe here…obviously not!”

Alchino blinks as the other starts to speak to him, eyes half lidded as he stretches, tilting his head for a moment as a smirk plays at his lips. “ But of course, who else would it be?” murmurs Alchino, stretching as he tilts his head, eyes half lidded. “ You seem to understand the interesting situation my presence is causing…most of those chasing after us are United States citizens from what I can tell…some may not be…but I think most of them are…if they were from anywhere else…well their aim would have been better earlier.” Alchino tilts his head, eyes half lidded as he licks his lips for a moment. “ If you are trying to get me out of the country that is fine by me…but where do you intend to send me? I would assume home to Japan…but with you American’s I can never be quite certain what you’re planning…”

Alchino sighs, pulling down on his skirt slightly, eyes half lidded as he licks his lips once more as a smirk graces his lips. “ If we’re getting me out of the nation without anymore people injured or killed…I’m going to need a change of costume,” murmurs Alchino, a smile playing at his lips as he thinks for a moment. “ I would assume you could arrange for something of that sort…they’re used to me in girly things…I suppose I need to dress as a guy for a bit…”
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Erik of course couldn't hear the conversation going on between Alchino and his boss, not that it mattered much to him, so long as he got paid. He mainly paid attention to the helicopter above, being sure to steer with it. The one talking to Alchino continued on. "Well, yes, we'd rather avoid such trouble, though AK-47's are weapons that don't get through US Customs with some pretty heavy political kickbacks, which makes this much more of a political op that we first thought you'd be. My superiors agree that we should get you safely out of the United States, and if you're prefer to return to Japan, we'd see to that. As far as clothing is concerned..."

The conversation meandered it's way to it's end, and so the call ended. Shortly, the helicopter began to move to the east, so Erik quickly got off the highway, noting an Air Force base nearby. Being on a military base always made him nervous, but since that was where he was supposed to take his 'client', that's where he'd go. It only took 15 minutes to reach the gates to the base, and a CIA Agent waved him on, and the MP's, both fully armed with M-16's and even a grenade belt, opened the gate to let Erik's vehicle in. Behind him, a troop of government CIA officials and Army transports followed behind Erik, and provided escort as the chopper headed to the air pad nearby.

Erik thought for a moment to call his boss about the rendezvous point, but then the convoy signaled all at once for a right turn, so Erik nodded, and turned right, directly onto the landing pad. Looking across the airfield, Erik saw a Superfortress, which would explain how the heavy transports were brought here all at once without too much curiosity from the populace nearby. This Superfortress after all, was due to be retired to a nearby museum, so bringing transports on it secretly would have been easy for the CIA to arrange.

Still, though Erik was nervous about the big bird, he was glad enough to see it there, and equally glad to see a much smaller plane nearby, a short range 'island hopper' type of transport, which would take them to the nearby civilian airport when they were ready. Erik was sure that if the public asked, the military would make it's usual comment along the lines of 'scheduled training exercises within the area being re-routed due to an emergency from an offshore navy vessel' or some other such transparent lie to explain the situation of the unusual military actions.

Erik stopped daydreaming and noticed a commander's tent near the airfield, and grimaced as he noticed the flag of an Army Field Commander at the tent, and pulled up next to the tent, where he was flagged to park. Quickly, MP's walked up to his car, and rather than have the soldiers manhandle his Mercedes, he opened his own door and Alchino's, assuming that they were both wanted for this 'debriefing'. Sure enough, the MP's were politely respectful about delivering 'an invitation from the Field Officer on duty', but were equally plain that refusing the invitation was not an option.

So of course Erik beeped the alarm of his Mercedes, and the doors closed automatically behind him. He looked at Alchino, and the MP that now escorted Alchino. "Is it necessary to keep the client in the dark, or is he allowed to sit in on this 'debriefing' as well?" Erik asked this specifically to saw some confusing among the MP's, who clearly were only ordered to bring Erik along, and didn't have any orders about where to take Alchino. They'd been surprised that Erik had opened the man's door, and to see the man's feminine clothes, but they made a spot decision about the entire matter. "Since the objective is safe here, he can sit in on the debriefing. Colonel Strauss? We'll bring this man with us to the Commander."

Colonel Strauss, Alchino's MP, saluted, and gestured for Alchino to follow him. Looking only for a moment towards Alchino, Erik gestured with a nod of his head to just go along with it. As the two of them were marched into the Commander's tent, right off the bat, before Erik could so much as get close to the desk, the Field Commander started cursing at Erik. "And where in God's Holy Bible did you get the idea into your screwed up head that it'd be a good idea to Alpachino-"

Here Erik had to interrupt. "His name's Alchino sir, not Alpachino. Alpachino isn't important enough to warrant sniper rifles, AK-47's, and submachine guns fired from motorcyclists." The Commander's face swelled up and started to turn purple, furious that his tirade was interrupted before he could begin to vent his anger. "Now you listen here you little punk, if you hadn't gone off course, then we wouldn't be dealing with all this crap with the press spreading the news of all this gunfire all over the highway."

"..And if I had followed your cherished, foolish idea of an escape route, the client and I would be dead. I'll stand by my car anyday of the week, but I know that taking a round from a Sterricks slienced Modified !T-07 model Sniper Rifle, series B, is a little beyond the capability of my vehicle's armor. The reason why I know about the rifle being there, is because of two reasons."

"One being that in Iraq, I saved your ass from that kind of weaponry by going through the middle of the Tiksi district following your orders. Orders that almost got you killed, your entire command wiped out, and you demoted two ranks. I also know that kind of weaponry because I saw some Billings vehicles a few hours before the trial. Billings is a delivery company run by the remains of a homemade terrorist group that went into hiding a few days ago, and they made that particular model before the CIA shut it down a few months ago for the misplacement of its munitions!"
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Alchino sighs, eyes half lidded as he listens to the other, a smirk playing at his lips as he raises an eyebrow for a moment in thought. “ If I were to go straight back to Japan…I’d be in more danger,” mutters Alchino, tilting his head in thought for a silent moment. “ As for AK-47’s I really doubt they’d be able to get their hands on them…I on the other hand…” A smirk plays at his lips, stretching in the limo as he sighs. “ Well lets just say I have the means about me too survive sir…I survived for 2 years after my father was killed…before coming to the government for help. New clothes would be preferred…a suit of some sort…something they wouldn’t expect…” Alchino sighs as the communication cuts out as he makes a face.
“ What’s with American’s…they’re always so abrupt.”

Alchino sighs, riding in silence, eyes half lidded as he tilts his head in thought for a silent moment, a strange expression taking over his pale face. “ Great now I have to deal with the army,” snaps Alchino, none to happy with this situation. Police were ok, government officials were perfectly fine…however the army…Alchino had a deep distaste for them. Alchino sighs, allowing himself to be led, pulling his kimono back around his frame, not wanting to get chilled as he brushes his fingers through his hair, watching the MP’s with obvious distaste in his eyes.

Alchino blinks as the field commander goes off, a strange expression taking over the yakuza heirs face as he stands up straight. “ My name is Alchino. I am under the protection of your idiot government! If this man hadn’t gone off course I would dead at the moment! No thanks to your useless asses!” snaps Alchino, moving forward to the desk, a smirk playing at his lips, leaning into the commanders face as he smirks.
“ Mother always told me the United States government was a competent, well organized group. What’s happened there? Lost your brain’s somewhere?” Alchino tilts his head, eyes half lidded as a smirk plays over his lips, raising an eyebrow as he sighs, tilting his head in thought. “ Well needless of your usefulness…if you don’t want more casualties I am assuming we need to get me out of the great nation of freedom. Before we do that…I need a change of clothes of some sort commander sir.”

Alchino moves away from the desk, kimono hanging around his pale frame as he sighs, tilting his head in thought for a moment. “ And putting me on a commercial plane isn’t a smart idea…” murmurs Alchino as he licks his lips for a moment, thinking to himself, trying to figure something out. “ I need a transport to Cuba…” It wasn’t a statement…it wasn’t a demand either…it was a flat stated command. “ Then I need a transport to Hawaii…” At this point Alchino was rambling his plan aloud, eyes half lidded as he thinks.
“ From Hawaii…I’d have to double back and go to Canada…then from Canada head over to Russia…and then cut down via South Korea…and take a boat to Japan…only way I can think too loose them…unless you almighty commander of the army of freedom has a better plan…” Alchino was obviously no impressed with the United States army at this point, eyes half lidded as he sighs a smirk playing over his lips. “ And of course…I need a plane…and a pilot…” Alchino shrugs, eyes half lidded as a smirk plays at those pale lips.

“ Because believe you me…I’m not taking no commercial airplane to escape from assassins. I’m young…not stupid,” murmurs Alchino as a smirk plays at his lips. “ I can of course pay for this…I just need someone to arrange it…as I can’t rightly just buy a ticket to Cuba while in the USA…cause of your embargo and all that stuff…”
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The Field Commander obviously didn't like being interrupted, much less having his own mistakes thrown back at him, and even less having some nitwit civilian talking down to him, but before the commander could gather his anger up for another piece of verbal assault, someone else intervened. "..Commodore, you are hereby dismissed, and relieved of duty for the duration of 3 months."

The commander looked up incredulously at the newcomer, squinting to see who it was. Erik himself didn't need to turn around to know who spoke, as the voice was the same as the one he'd talked to during his escape from the Courthouse. "And just who the hell are-" Then the commander realized who he was talking to, and spluttered. "Th-that is, o-on what ch-"

General Osmond made a gesture of silence. "For one, your faulty deployment of your command to protect young Alchino here, second, your faulty escape plan, thirdly, your lack of contingency plans in case the worst should happen, and other charges. These could easily have you dishonorably discharged, but seeing as how you're still stressed from your first demotion, you'll simply be given 3 months of mandatory vacation, or until such time as a military appointed psychologist says you are again fit for duty. That'll be all, Commodore, you are dismissed!"

The Commodore, while angered by this new development, nonetheless couldn't go against that familiar tone of Command, something drilled into every military personnel from day one of basic training and beyond. He snapped off a salute out of habit to the General, and then proceeded to leave the tent, wherein General Osmond took the now vacated seat of the Field Commander. "Now that the Commodore is gone, why don't the two of you take a seat? We can discuss those plans of yours Alchino, and I'll be happy to discuss your payment Erik."

Though happy that the Commodore was gone, the fact that General Osmond was discussing his payment confused him. He'd already been paid for a job, but if he was going to be paid more, that could only mean that either they had another job, or wanted to extend this one. Neither idea appealed to him at the moment. Meanwhile, Osmond gestured to the MP still in the tent. "Sergeant Gaskin? Would you be so kind as to bring a chair over for our guest here? I'd prefer that he not stand anymore than necessary, given were on a tarmac. He'll need some clothes too, so send for the tailor here, so we can get some measurements while we're at it. And some coffee, black for me. Do either of the two of you want something? It'll have to be from on base, since I'm not compromising this op."

The way that Osmond was now talking to them frankly, even if not completely open about what was going on sent shivers down Erik's spine, which meant that the General had learned something about Erik's client that changed the game. Seldom was that good for the transporter, which in this case was Erik. Why was it that every single mission that promised to be a milkrun always went awry?
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Alchino smirks, eyes half lidded as he watches as the commodore is dismissed, tilting his head a bit, listening to the General as he shifts, his geta sandals starting to make his feet hurt as he makes a face. Different shoes were certainly in order, what had possessed him to dress up like his mother for court was really beyond him at this point. Alchino sighs, hair falling into his eyes as he stretches a bit, shifting as he kicks those annoying shoes off, standing in his tabi socks.

Alchino smiles a bit at he General, eyes half lidded as he takes a seat in a nearby chair, hands resting on his lap as he sighs slightly, eyes half lidded, looking rather tired at this point. “ Thank you,” murmurs Alchino, blinking at the Generals words as a smirk plays at his lips. “ Well at least someone is interested in my plan to get me out of your hair…” Alchino sighs, shifting in his seat, eyes half lidded as he looks toward Erik for a silent moment.

“ I don’t know how much you overheard…” murmurs Alchino, looking at General Osmond for a moment.
“ But the main thing is too try to get those assassins off my tail…and it’s not going to be an easy task…” Alchino shifts, looking straight ahead, almost in a trance like state for a moment in thought. “ I can’t just head straight back home…and once I leave the mainland USA I rightly can’t come back here…” Alchino sighs, shifting once more, a nervous smile playing at his lips as he’s asked if he wants anything. “ Some green tea would be nice…” Alchino sighs, eyes half lidded, taking in the General’s tone for a silent moment as he rises to his tabi covered feet, a strange expression on his face. “ How much do you know?”

He knew sooner or later he’d be seen through, after all how long could you fool the USA government? He’d done a good job for a while now, but how the General was talking made him feel like he’d finally been found out. He truthfully hadn’t really lied to the government…just twisted the truth. His mother was a diplomat…of the yakuza. A high class woman who held power unlike even certain politician’s. She’s married his father, an American and he’d been born. Normally that wouldn’t have been a problem…but then he’d been promised to the daughter of a fellow yakuza clan. It had gone downhill from there and his mother had sent him to the USA to try to keep him safe until it was time for him to marry that woman.

Now at the age of 19 it was still 2 years until the arranged marriage…and his fiancée obviously wanted him sooner rather then later. Alchino had no desire to marry a woman, his cross-dressing and femininity should have been signs enough to his sexuality though no one really seemed to care what he wanted. So he’d been on the run from assassins and the like since his fathers death and when it had come to a point where he could no longer protect himself he had run to the government and gotten their protection. They’d kept him alive for two years now…it seemed that was going to be coming to an end now.

“ I used to be able to survive on my own,” murmurs Alchino, a strange expression on his face as he shudders, holding his kimono tight around his small body. “ I can’t do that now…there’s too many of them after me…I’m dead on my own…”
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Erik narrowed his eyes as he too heard the General's tone of voice, but said nothing, letting the General explain at his own will. The General thanked the MP who brought the chair, then sent him back out for some green tea. "I'm sorry, but the kind of green tea here is the pre-bagged kind, seeing as the commissary on base doesn't carry the 'do it yourself' kinds of teas. That's more like Whole Foods to carry such things, which isn't on base. So I hope this tea won't make you puke, because I'm not about to send for something expensive that would compromise our position here. Nobody is gonna get on this base without being searched first and any weapons confiscated, but I'd rather not tip the enemy off anymore than I have to."

The general said nothing for a moment, as another MP arrived with his coffee, and he simply savored it for a moment. "You can say whatever you like about coffee, young Alchino, that it's better than tea if you like, but I still prefer black coffee myself. Used to that from my basic training days. Reckon I'd green tea if I'd been raised with like you probably were." Again, the General didn't say anything right away, drinking some of his coffee again. A little while later, a lieutenant came up with some green tea, and not instant. That caused a raised eyebrow from the General, but the lieutenant used sign language, saying that he liked fresh green tea, and since he's in charge of supply, he gave some of his own green tea leaves to the MP.

Nodding, the general waved the Lieutenant off. "Well Alchino, looks like you might get some fresh green tea. The Lieutenant there, case you don't know how to read sign language, said that he also enjoys fresh green tea, so he always keeps some with him. As far as what I know..." Erik began to lose his patience, never having been that patient with politics to begin with, only jobs, continued to metaphorically bite his tongue, so as to not make a scene. "Let's just say I have friends in high places who did some digging for me, and told me some things you've not been completely honest with, pertaining to your mother. Course I understand why you'd not said anything about it once I received that intel, but I still don't appreciate being kept in the dark for this long."

Erik couldn't keep his eyebrow from twitching, but not because he was impatient anymore. The tension simply had to be released, and better a twitching eyebrow to fidgeting. "Yes yes Erik, I know you're not much for sitting on your heels either. I'd like you to continue to protect Alchino here while we figure out how to get him back to Japan safely. We don't want to start a war between the US and Japan, nor any country for that matter over harboring young Alchino here, so we'd like you to continue to transport Alchino as you will. We'll have to increase your fee of course, but beyond that, this might turn out to be a lifelong job for you, or until death to you part from each other."

That graced the general with a deathly glare from Erik, whilst the General simply smiled on amusingly. He'd specifically phrased the comment that way, to get such a reaction from Erik. "No no no, of course I don't mean marriage, but since you'd be heading directly into Yakuza territory.. Did I pronounce that right Alchino? Japanese isn't my first language, not even my third. Since you'd be in Japan, you'd be there with the understanding that you will quite likely die trying to protect Alchino, or that he might die and under your protection."

Righteous fury aside, Erik nodded, knowing just how dangerous getting involved with mafia's could be, regardless of the country that the mafia operated in. He himself was born in Russia where a powerful mafia was still in place, and though both in Russia, he born no trace of an accent from there. He'd long since learned that having anything that could trace him to his birthplace was to be avoided, so Erik labored hard to avoid tipping anyone off to his birthplace by bad speaking habits. "...So you basically want me to protect Alchino without knowing who'd be paying me for such a service?" The general shook his head. "Oh we'd certainly pay you for all the work you've done so far, and until we can get Alchino back to Japan, but once there, you might have to be paid by Alchino's family, or find some other way of earning your way."
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" Pre-bagged tea is perfectly fine by me," murmurs Alchino, eyes half lidded as he sighs, shifting as he tilts his head in thought for a moment a strange expression on his face. " I've lived here for the past 9 years...I don't know how to make non bagged very well." Alchino sighs, shifting as he sits down, eyes falling shut as he sighs softly. " Just make sure you check them for throwing knives and needles..."

Alchino sighs, eyes half lidded once more as he tilts his head. " I have nothing against coffee...I prefer a latte though myself," murmurs Alchino as a smile plays at his lips. " Black coffee makes me have the jitters." Alchino blinks at he looks toward the lieutenant as a smile graces his lips. " Well thank you then...you really didn't need to go through that trouble for me."

Alchino sighs at the general's words as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. " Yeah well...going to the United Stated government and saying...hey well...you see my mama's a yakuza boss in Hiroshima, Japan. Um...there's a bunch of assassins trying to kill me as I'm her heir and all...and theres a crazy woman who's my fiancee who either wants me dead or really, really wants to marry me...yeah somehow I don't think that would have gotten me very far," murmurs Alchino as he makes a face. " My father was murdered by these people...I rightly should be dead...but they didn't kill me then..."

Alchino blinks at the general's words a bit of a smirk playing at his lips as he raises an eyebrow. " Well he's no too bad looking," murmurs Alchino, giggling as he looks Erik up and down for a moment. " I'd rather marry him then this crazy yakuza heiress who's trying to kill me..."

Alchino sighs, shifting as he just tilts his head in thought for a moment. " He needn't worry about guarding me for the rest of my life...once he gets me home I'm certain my mother had plenty of security to do that job," mutters Alchino, a strange expression on his face. " I don't rightly want to inherit the clan...I'd rather live in peace...but that's not likely going to happen anytime soon...and don't worry...I'll make certain Erik gets reimbursed for all his troubles..."
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The general laughed at Alchino's forwardness about being marked by a rival gang, "I can certainly agree with your assessment of the level of cooperation you could expect from the US if they'd known you were heir to a yakuza gang. Though I still would have preferred to have been told of such intel from you, rather than from the CIA. They may not have investigated your ties to the Yakuza initially, but once they did, they told me what they'd found out, and 'suggested' that it would be best for me to get you out of the US once the trial was over. If you hadn't given us one of the Yakuza yourself on a silver platter, we'd not still be having this conversation. Ah, here it is."

The lieutenant came back with the fresh green tea for Alchino, and it was after the lieutenant left that Alchino made the comment about Erik's being good looking and about marrying him over a crazy fiancee. That caused the General to spill his coffee back into his mug from laughter, and caused Erik himself to stiffen in resentment. Sure he'd remarked on Alchino looking good in a dress, but that had been stated matter-of-factly. Erik didn't care to be seen as a long-term companion without be-

Erik's mind immediately came back to the conversation when Alchino said that he'd be reimbursed by his family, once Alchino got back home. The reason why Erik didn't care to be on the payroll of any one particular group, organization, or country for any given length of time w as because it was usually for a political reason, not a personal one. Erik wasn't exactly a mercenary, though if asked what his job included, the description would fit that of a mercenary, down to being paid the right amount for a job.

The main difference though between Erik and a mercenary was that Erik didn't view a personal relationship as a problem to his work. He didn't have a boy or girlfriend not because he didn't want one, but because he seldom had enough time to start a relationship. His job wasn't a 'soldier for hire' merely a driver with 'extraordinary talent and creativity' when it came to keeping his clients alive in the most trying of circumstances. Erik himself only had one time where his client had been marked while being escorted. That was in a warzone where the former Field Commander, now on mandatory leave, had been grazed by a round of an AK-47 while being driven back to his mobile headquarters.

So while he didn't exactly want to keep protecting the young Yakuza heir, he didn't exactly have much choice. Well actually Erik did have a choice, but his conscience wouldn't let him leave Alchino on his own without a good driver. Still, Erik couldn't help but wonder just what he was getting himself into. "Hahh.. Alright, I give up." Erik raised his hands in surrender, then brought them back down in exasperation. "Guess that's where mercenaries have me beat. They could say no, but after seeing the kinds of enemies that Alchino here has, I can't just leave him with your troops and the CIA. I guess I'll keep with him for a while longer now. When do we leave?"

(Hey kusai? As far as transporting Alchino back to Japan, I don't know if I want to do the entire trip back to japan in the rp. I have no problems doing so if you'd like to, but I think we both know that all that trip would likely be is a bunch of attempted assassinations, then eventually making it back to Japan safe and sound. Do you want to skip the rp ahead to where Kusai is back in Japan, or would you like to rp Alchino being transported back to Japan in the rp fully? I can go either way at this point.

As far as Erik goes, even if we covered the whole trip to Japan, Erik would maintain his professional nature, and wouldn't try to get close to Alchino until he was safely back in Japan, and then being paid by Alchino's family to protect him.)
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Alchino sighs, eyes half lidded as he listens to the general for a silent moment. " I didn't give you a yakuza...I gave you a mafia boss," mutters Alchino, taking his tea and starting to drink it as he sighs. " There is a dfference...I can't give you a yakuza because I only consider real yakuza to be in Japan...I'm an heir on the run from assassins right now, not an actual member...my initiation is still two years away..."

Alchino looks around, eyes half lidded, giggling as the general spits his coffee out as he sighs, a smirk playing at his lips as he looks toward Erik as he raises a dark eyebrow. " Hmm, did I say something funny?" murmurs Alchino as a smile graces his face. " I wasn't joking...my fiancee is trying to kill me...marriage to almost anyone would be perferred to marrying a sociopath..."

Alchino sighs, a pout gracing his lips as he finishes off his tea after a few moments. " Wasn't a tailor supposed to be coming here?" murmurs Alchino softly. " I'm getting antsy...I normally don't stay in one place this long...it's making my nerves tingle..." Alchino taps a foot on the floor, eyes half lidded as he yawns.

Alchino blinks as he hears what Erik says, a smile playing at his lips as he giggles. " Ah, grown attached to me already?" teases Alchino, giggling as he sighs, hair falling into his eyes as he tilts his head for a moment. " Mercenaries can say no...but they wouldn't say no to me...I pay too good for anyone to say no..." Alchino smirks, listening to Erik as he looks toward the general.

" We can't leave until I'm not dressed like a chick," murmurs Alchino as he pouts. " Though I don't have a problem dressed as I am...just can't run well in a dress or kimono..." Alchino grins, eyes half lidded as a smirk plays at his lips. " Oh trust me I don't wanna leave my life in the hands of the CIA or army anymore then you want to leave me in their hands..." Alchino giggles, eyes half lidded as he licks his lips, stretching as he sighs. " As soon as I get new clothes and plans are done I'm ready to go...I miss my mom..."

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Back in Japan, sitting in a beautiful room with tatami mat floors and paper screens around was none other then Alchino's fiancee Mashihiro, Mohiro who in all truth wasn't a woman at all. Like Alchino who was the heir to his mothers yakuza clan Mohiro was the clan to his fathers clan. The elder male had long dark hair with pale silver extensions braided in.

He has been trying to get Alchino back to Japan ever since he had seen the other one day in passing, not knowing who he was at the time. Now the older heir was waiting for news to see if his most recent plans to make Alchino his was going to come to completion or not. So far Alchino had proven to be smart and hard to capture and Mohiro was starting to get rather frustrated with this whole situation. He didn't want to wait until Alchino was 21 to claim his "bride".

( I don't mind skipping ahead to them getting back in Japan...perhaps skip to where they're on the boat that Alchino talked about taking back into Japan by way of South Korea or Hong Kong...Alchino has some friends in Hong Kong that'd help them out...and his aunt lives in Seoul.)
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Erik scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes in annoyance at the continued jabs that flew in his direction from Alchino and the General. He'd be glad to get off the base, and started on whatever trip they'd be making to get back to Japan. "Just so's you know General, I can't land a plane worth a termite's weight in salt. So if you want Alchino down in one piece, make sure the pilots stay alive throughout the entire trip."

The general laughed, knowing the unspoken joke about aircraft from when aircraft were first being mass-produced. 'Fly, yes. Land, no' as the saying went. Anyone could keep a plane flying straight and level without too much trouble, so long as the speed of the plane kept pace with the weight of it. "Don't worry T-061, we'll see you safely to young Alchino's home with a live pilot. We'll also be getting you a tailor from on base, to see what to get for you. He'll probably think it odd to find you in a dress, but he's dealt with stranger things before, so he won't ask questions about it. Now about those plans of yours Alchino..."

Erik tuned out the rest of the conversation, only wanting to get back to whatever job he'd been branded into sooner, rather than later.

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"...Hahh... 3 months of travel, and only now we're getting into harbor in Japan. I thought we'd never get out of New Guinea. Not that I minded all that stench, cannibalism, and ritualistic torture, but I don't like sitting on my heels all day, doing nothing but watching the stars all damn day and night." Cursing violently and creatively, in Japanese no less, Erik didn't care the kinds of glares, stares, and shocked expressions he received from the passengers of the ferry now coming into harbor. The Queen Mary behind them as Erik and Alchino were finally making it into Japan, Erik watched closely the transport taking his car to the harbor before them.

Erik wasn't about to lose 10 to 13 years worth normal middle-class income in that car because it got sunk, or some other event like that, so if something started happening, Erik had no qualms about getting the silenced scope from his guitar bag out, and shooting anyone trying to mess with vehicle. He'd shown plenty of times during the course of the journey for getting Alchino into Japan just how deadly he was with a sniper rifle of any kind, and that he had no qualms firing it in full view of the public. That certainly caused quite a few political problems for the two of them, but Alchino's safety took precedence over a few shattered windows and blood spatters.

That, and Erik didn't much care for boats, though he found planes just fine. He still couldn't land planes, as Alchino had found out when, instead of landing on a nearby airfield when the pilot was killed by a 'passenger' of the Apache attack helicopter, he simply put Alchino into a parachute suit, and had the two of them jump out of the side of the plane. If it'd been a glider, Erik later confided to Alchino, he could have made a landing that wouldn't have been too bad, but a plane of that size is too much. Even an old Mustang from World War 2, easy to fly as it is, is too fast for Erik to land.

Which makes all the odder why Erik likes to fly, when he can't land on his own. "Details, details" was all Erik would ever say in response to that. "Well, at least we made it here in one piece. You think your fiancee will try anything on you after you leave the ship? I've made it pretty well known how irate I can be when someone tries to interfere with my job of protecting you. Or do you think he'll play it safe and be a little more subtle from now on?"

(Me: Oh god Erik, can't you ever be subtle? -Erik: Why, do you expect me NOT to blow something up when you give me a few cases of explosives?- Me: I'd prefer you didn't blow up the Dunkin Donuts truck while doing it... Erik: <_< Picky picky...)
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