The man singly nodded, as per Matok's instructions he walked purposefully to the bar. His movements were deliberate and somewhat imposing. Pulling from his slim backpack a manilla envelope containing a rather extensive series of dossiers, as well as a set of data pads, he began arranging them on the table, neatly, and in order.
"I don't reckon you guess why we are here, Barak. You are a very influential man, you know. You have the ear of a sizable chunk of Kyushu's conservative elements, and that of 'other parties' whom are making their intentions known.
First and foremost know that I am an agent. I represent the current Taskmaster of Kempeitai operations. Section-9. Any other Kempeitai cells shall be assumed to be politically invalid at best, or compromised at worst. Do you understand this?" He would speak, very coldly, the tone of his voice showing little emotion, as he looked up from his papers at the infamous man across from him.
