A Small Bar, a Big Secret

[Mitko]

Katsu Mori was ruminating extensively in the comfortable leather chair, behind his purely mahogany desk aboard the Buuru. He was one of the youngest people in the Black Dragons Society to be be given the position of So-Honbucho. While the Kumicho was away, handling very important diplomatic relations and contract, Mori was burdened with supervising internal affairs that might affect the Hogosha. Right now he was he was on his way to planet New Tokyo for a secret meeting.

"Who was she?", Mori asked himself.

His informer had only given him very scarce information about this meeting. In actuality, Mori was only familiar with the time and place of the rendezvous, the gender of the person in question, and the fact that she had something important to discuss and, most likely, to offer. Mori was interested in offers of any kind that might prove beneficial for the Hogosha. However, he despised the fact that he was playing in the dark. Out of everything, the So-Honbucho hated to feel insecure. His hot-headed temper would not tolerate such factor. What if it was a trap? He had a lot of enemies both in the legal and not so legal institutions of Kusari. The Blood Dragons especially wanted his head, since he proved instrumental for the removal of several important Togo-class battleship captains out of the war scene in Kusari.

While the Buuru was landing Mori was franticly calculating every aspect of the situation. When he arrived at the doors of the low-class bar, he ordered his guards to take positions at every exit and not to let anyone get in. Although there might be an ambush set on the inside, he did not want to draw any excessive attention on the meeting. Besides, he was more than ready to test out his new laser-pistol on any fool that had the guts to confront him.

"This better be worth it.", Mori sighed as he was entering the bar

He was suddenly engulfed in darkness, as well as the stench of poorly distilled sake. Once his eyes got used to seeing through the dim, smoke-infused, dark-reddish atmosphere, he turned his gaze towards a small compartment at the back of the bar. There was a tiny, hooded figure sitting alone, while turning her head every once in a while in different directions, as if she was expecting someone. Mori moved closer to the person and uttered a neutral

Konnichiwa...

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