> Night. The sweet blackness of the night sky. So cool. So
>relaxing. So deceiving.
> The highway was barren. A barren battlefield. A battlefield
>of good against evil. But who was on which side? It's so hard to
>tell. Your best friend could be a spy for the other side. That's
>why he never bothered to make friends.
> *Which side am I on?*
> It was twelve after two when his car pulled up to the maximum
>security facility. He was just about to walk to the front door when
>he remembered that Trent would be at his office.
> *Damn. Across the street.*
> He drove across the street and walked to the trunk of the car.
>Opening it up, he pulled out a suitcase.
> *Who should I be tonight?*
> He laughed as he thought it.
>
> "Hello sir. How long will you be tonight?" the guard asked.
> "Um…I'd say about an hour."
> "Ok. Here's your access card sir," the guard handed him an ID
>card.
> "Thank you."
> "Have a good night sir." The guard picked up a receiver after
>the man in a lab coat left. "Mr. Trent? Someone from the lab is
>coming up to see you."
> "Thank you Jim."
>
> "Why do you always use a lab coat to get in here?" Trent asked
>him after he closed the door.
> "Because I always have one extra," he laughed. "There's a
>delivery somewhere. Where is it?"
> "Delivery?" Trent answered.
> "Yes. I heard it over a headset conversation."
> "Where'd you get the headset?"
> "Have you heard about the factory yet?"
> "HA! You got one from there! You're in luck. Those are
>highest level security headsets. You can get every transmission
>with those!" Trent smiled. The first time in weeks. "That is
>unless they change it. They sometimes do that after you've hit
>anything. You know…just in case…"
> "Ok. Great. But where's the delivery. I have to be there,"
>he took a step toward Trent.
> "Ah…yes…You know the deal though. I can't just tell you
>everything. You have to figure it out on your own…"
> "But you have to give me a clue."
> "Too true," Trent smiled again. He liked making up riddles.
>"This time I'll give you a clue. Not a riddle. I haven't given you
>a clue in the longest time. Ok, but first lets have something to
>drink. Coffee?"
> "No thank you. Water if you have any?"
>"Certainly! Still won't try it?"
> "No."
> "Not even a sip of beer? Wine? Nothing?"
> "That stuff will kill you."
> "What?!" Trent laughed out loud. "And killing Re3's won't?"
> "Yea. I see your point," he laughed. "Location?"
> "You know what? I'm getting tired. Take this and leave…"
>Trent handed him a folder.
> "Good night, Trent."
> "Good night, you."
> They both laughed.
>
> Night was beginning to turn into day. It was time to sleep.
> He pulled into a motel.
>
> *Ok, lets see what Mr. Trent gave me this time…?*
> he opened the folder. Inside were pictures of a new facility.
>Pictures of blueprints. But nothing to suggest where it was, until
>he looked at the last picture. It was a mountain.
> *Trent's slipping. That one's easy. It's Mt. Fuji.*
> He smiled, but only for a moment…then the reality of the
>location donned on him.
> *JAPAN?!?!*
>
> "Flight number 2964 is now boarding at…"
> *Time to leave.*
> "Hello sir," the flight attendant said, taking his ticket and
>handing it back to him. "Enjoy your stay in Resaillies."
> "Thank you."
>
> "I need to pick up my car."
> "What car?"
> "There was supposed to be a car delivered here last night."
> "You are an American?"
> "Yes."
> "You speak pretty good Japanese for an American."
> "Thank you. Now my car?"
> "Like I said, we never got a car last night."
> The harbor manager stood up and looked over his many boats
>through the glass.
>"You're lying to me. I don't like it when people lie to me."
> "Why would I lie?" the manager sat back down and pressed a
>secret button.
> "What?"
> A door opened and four men walked in, obviously the managers
>bodyguards.
> "Take him outside," the manager pointed to him.
>
> "I said he was lying…" he said as he drove out of the harbor.
>He'd found his car in a secret garage.
> "Get back here!" a bloody figure shouted from the front door to
>the harbor offices.
> He pulled out a handgun.
> "OH SHIT!" The figure ran back inside.
> BAM!
> The bullet shot through the air.
> BOOM!
> The bullet hit a drum barrel. The barrel exploded.
> "Now off to find the facility."
>
> "Thanks," he said as he was handed some kind of food. "What is
>this?"
> "Okonomiyaki," the waitress answered.
> "I was wondering if you could tell me something," he asked.
> "Yes?"
> "Do you know where I can find a factory of some kind?"
> "Oh yes. They built one not too long ago just outside the
>city," she answered.
> "Thank you. Say, I couldn't help but notice that you seem to
>be the only one working here. Is that right?"
> "Yes. That's right. I'm the owner and operator of this
>restaurant."
> After finishing his okonomiyaki, he left the restaurant and
>hopped into his car.
> When he reached the edge of town, he saw a sign.
> "You are now leaving Nerima"
> And as the owner of the restaurant had said, he saw a factory
>just a few miles down the highway.
> *I hope I'm not too late.*
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