Akki/Gar Wetworks, Feb 26th 2060

Through friends of friends, you each got word of a job that would be right up your alley. After a very short and to the point discussion with an unnamed gentleman over the phone, you've been told to meet Mr. Johnson at the Palmetto Bistro in downtown Seattle at 7pm to discuss payment and job requirements. All you know for sure is that someone will have to die and that the client has a very specific manner in which this must be handled.

Let me know how you'll be dressed and what notable gear you will each have on you in addition to when and how you will arrive at the Palmetto.

Gar will be wearing very ordinary, but well pressed and clean, clothes. If his coat and holsters do their job they will be very hard to see.

Gar will ride the bus as far as available and walk/cab it the rest of the way. He arrives at least 30 minutes early, orders a soda and appetizer and starts watching.

A fine suit, the first thing that strikes your eye when they spot the obviously japanese man. A short goatee and an obvious look of disdain towards anybody walking near him creates an almost palpable aura around the body of Akki as he walks through the bistro without a single time bumping into any of the other patrons this evening. There isn't a single piece of equipment on the frame of Akki, but many stop and stare at the dragon circling his neck in such bright reds and yellows that it would be difficult to ignore.

The waiter is informed, a glass of water and some asparagus briefly toasted will be fine for the Yakuza man. As Akki finally takes his seat his ride, the limousine outside, begins idling away from the curb before disappearing into the heavy traffic of the Seattle nightlife. Closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, he waits for his employer silently and with many questions for the job ahead.

OOC: Is there something else I need to do with Garr to move this along or you just busy Gary?

Sorry about that. I've got a couple medical issues I'm dealing with atm but I'm starting to come back around. I will get back to getting this going as soon as I'm able (definitely within the next couple of days).

No worries! Wanted to make sure I had not missed some communication from you somehow and screwed this up. Hope you feel better!

The two of you are seated before a well-dressed, obviously mid-level executive, probably not from one of the larger corporations but with some clout nonetheless. On the plate in front of him is an untouched salad and a glass of white wine. He looks both of you over for a moment before pulling out a pocket computer, typing an entry and sliding it across the table to the both of you.

On the screen of the computer is a middle aged japanese man, shown exiting a sedan in front of a sickeningly suburban home - manicured lawn, white-picket fence, bay window, etc.

"Tenshiri Nakamura. You'll find all the information on your target - address, security, and other minor details - on the data chip there. Once you've eliminated the target - one clean shot to the temple at point blank range - you will call in the cleaner to doctor the scene. This is very important. The target, and only the target, MUST be eliminated as detailed. There can be no other physical injuries of any sort on him. At least none that a police forensics team can find. You will stay on sight and follow the cleaners instructions in preparing the body. In addition," at which point he pulls out another datachip, "this information needs to be hidden not so well on his personal computer which will happen to be on and open near where his body is found. Three thousand nuyen for each of you has been prepared for you upon successful completion of the mission. Any step outside of the mission parameters will qualify the mission as a failure and all pay is forfeit. Your target should offer little if no resistance once you confront him. The trick will be to actually get inside. His security system is top of the line. Any questions?"

Garrosh eyes the information before him, looks at the contact then looks at Akki. Eyeballing Akki a bit, trying to get a feel for what he is about and brings to the table, "This sounds like something we can handle, right yakuza man?"

"No Yakuza lives, only a blade in the night, the man will perish."

The words oddly paused in places to make it seem more like poetry than actual speaking. He quietly observes the picture for a moment before going over the data. The Japanese name might be the best way to approach him. As one national to another with information and a promise of profit. Speaking softly, Akki asks a very specific question in a carefully measured way.

"His job would be what, specifically detail, his security."

A soft cough would escape the pursed lips of the yakuza as he gives his partner for this task a sour look at the speaking of Akki's profession in public. The yakuza didn't exist and Akki was not a part of it. He was a simple tattoo artist as far as public official records stated. What he did in his own time did not need to be discussed so lightly in such a place.

Akki slowly folds his arms across his chest and refrains from speaking further. Obviously he had no further questions.