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Chapter 1


“If you don't mind, I'd like to take this in with me.” Kei said, lifting the brushed metal-skinned briefcase he held at his side and placing it on the table next to the bundled stack of Yen. He was dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, quite stark in comparison to the white blouse and black slacks of his fellow in the room.
“What do you have here?” Kurotani asked bemusedly, turning the briefcase towards him and unlatching the locks. The dirty-blond Japanese-German watched as the white-haired, sallow-faced individual opened the cae and chuckled at it's contents. Kurotani was looking down at a fairly large pink plastic dildo, a breathable ball-type gag, and a blue egg vibrator and battery case. The toys were all laid in heavy foam cutouts in the briefcase.
“Something wrong?” Kei asked. Kurotani chuckled again.
“Well, we don't want you hurting her, she still has to be usable after you get done with her.” Kurotani explained. Kei nodded and reached into his jacket, pulling out another bundle equal in size and bill denomination to the one already on the table.
“Come on, let me have some fun.” Kai asked, chuckling slightly. Kurotani whistled and took the second bundle, flipping through it.
“Well well...this is motivating.” he muttered. “One moment please.” he said, excusing himself from the consultation room and locking the door behind him. Kei quietly and patiently waited in the room, noting the absence of any adornment on the modular concrete walls and sparse furnishing.
“You may take your equipment in with you.” Kurotani said upon his re-entrance, bowing. Kei stood from his chair and bowed back.
“Thank you very, very much.” he said with a slight of lustful mirth, closing the case and taking the handle in hand. Kurotani showed him out the door and down the quiet hall. He could hear various couplings happening behind each of the slide-lock doors as they were passed.
“Here you go sir.” Kurotani said, typing an access code into the keypad at the final door of the hallway and stepping aside to let him in. “Have fun.” he bid.
“Thank you.” Kei nodded back. “I shall most certainly.” he added, laughing slightly as the door closed behind him. Kei turned to face the bed adjacent to the far wall of the small room, a simple steel frame with a sheet-covered twin mattress. A folding chair was the only other piece of furniture in the room.
“Hello, Master.” Kei focused on his goal, who was sitting on the bed, ankles and wrists cuffed and connected to the wall with climbing cables. Asuka stared at Kei with a mindless, desirous expression. She had been told to dress as she currently was, in a typical gym outfit save the slit in her bloomers that was letting her aroused sex to show through. She smiled and let her legs fall apart to better show her customer what she had to offer.
“Hello Asuka.” Kei replied, forcing a smile and setting the briefcase on the chair. He walked over to Asuka and sat next to her on the bed, quickly and forcefully pushing her down and locking lips with her. To shocked to stop him, Asuka let him push a pill into her mouth his his tongue and unintentionally broke it open. Kei had consumed the drug's antidote earlier, but the effect on Asuka was immediate as her saliva dissolved the powder and it osmosed into her bloodstream. She flushed and her vision went blurry. Kei quickly stood up off the bed and walked over to his briefcase. He opened it and lifted out the foam insert, exposing the hidden bowie knife and disassembled Beretta 93R. He took out the knife, and approached Asuka. She croaked a scream as best she could before sentience left her and she collapsed unconscious onto the bed. Kei swiftly cut her bonds, sawing through the steel reinforced nylon and freeing her from the wall. He shot a glance up at the camera embedded into the ceiling, knowing he hadn't much time. He went back to his briefcase and assembled his sidearm, sliding and locking components together until the automatic pistol was assembled. He extended the shoulder stock and slid a clip into the grip, cocking it and engaging burst fire. He knelt down and fumbled with the dildo, extracting a spare 20-round magazine from the altered sex toy and pocketing it. He then took the egg and ripped the cord out of it. The top popped off, revealing a button which he pressed. It beeped before the compound was rocked, his shoes in the waiting room detonating and blowing out an exterior wall. He could hear angered footsteps approaching outside and put the butt of the 93R's stock against his shoulder, flipping down and grasping the foregrip with his left hand. The door slid open and Kei spread four bursts into the opening before the people outside could react, mowing them down immediately. The three black-clad security guards collapsed, dropping their handguns. Kei took the knife and severed each of their spines at the neck, killing them instantly. He stood back up and set his gun on the chair and took off his jacket. He unstrapped the false gut, leaving him in a white shirt and a dark gray flack jacket. He rubbed his face, tearing off the latex makeup and about two decades off his appearance.
Kei glanced back at Asuka, who was still out cold and left the room, re-arming himself with the 93R. Similarly dressed public security forces were descending the stairs from the waiting room, having gained entry through the hole blown in the wall. The head of them nodded at him as he jogged past. Each of the security members took a door down the row or rooms and forced entry, arresting the prostitution within. Kei took a right at the hallway, down to the office suite the blueprints had said were there. He roundhouse-kicked the door in and cleared the room. He proceeded through the rooms, finding Kurotani attempting to load a handgun. Kei put two bursts into his chest, switching the gun back to semi-auto and standing over the fallen man. Kurotani was gasping blood, his blouse soaked red and six holes torn in it. Kei stared down at the dying scum with disdain and put the last two bullets of his clip into Kurotani's genitals. He spasmed with pain before dying of shock.
Kei reloaded his weapon before picking-up the 9mm Kurotani had been attempting to use. He stuck the Beretta into the side holster of his flack vest, folding the stock, and cocked the SIG, holding it up and backtracking through the office suite. He saw a shadow leaving the room back into the hallway and darted after it.
“Halt!” he shouted, raising the handgun out in the hall and planting a round in the right calf of the fleeing man, who collapsed in a strangled scream. Kei dashed over to the man and kicked him onto his back, training the Glock on his face.
“I've got him!” Kei yelled down the hallway to where his teammates were.
“Well well, a rookie cop or someth-” Kei cut off the man with a firm kick in the side.
“Shut up you disgusting pig.” he said cooly. The overweight, gray jogging-suit clad man grimaced and went silent, his beady eyes shooting Kei a look of pure hatred. “Enjoy how that bullet in your calf feels, I'm sure that both the organized crime and special victims units will both have torture rooms waiting for you.” Kei advised. The man's eyes widened before Kei looked-up to see the team leader enter the hall, tailed by a subordinate, both training their guns on the injured captive.
“Is it him?” the leader asked. Kei nodded.
“Yes sir, Kotohaka-san.” he answered, kicking the man in the gut again.
“Hey, don't get overeager.” Kotohaka said, stepping between them. Kei nodded grudgingly, shooting the prone captive one last dirty look.

Consciousness slowly returned to Asuka. She became aware groggily that she was seated in a very cozy seat, and it was moving. Then she remembered how she had been drugged- the knife!
“Woah, relax, calm down.” Kei said, trying his best to sound authoritative as Asuka gasped and struggled against the harness holding into her seat.
“Let me go!” she yelled. Kei reached over and firmly held her shoulder, shaking it slightly.
“Get a grip, Soryu.” he ordered. She went still, taking a deep breath and complying. She looked around the cabin of the car, how there was no carpet or sound deadening, and the seats were racing-spec buckets.
“W-where are you taking me?” she asked nervously.
“The hospital.” Kei answered. “As are the rest of the victims of Kurotani and Takikawa.”
“So, you're a cop?” Asuka asked. Kei chuckled slightly and shook his head.
“Don't I look a little young?” he asked.
“So then what are you?”
“Similar to you I suppose, someone with extraordinary talent employed by a government agency.” he summarized.
“Why did you 'save' us?” she asked, lowering her tone. Kei looked at her, puzzled at the emphasis she'd given “save”.
“Why wouldn't we? As soon as we got confirmation where you were being prostituted we organized a sting.”
“Please let me out.” she said.
“What?”
“I said, please let me out.” Asuka's voice was trembling. “I...I can't...I can't face...him again.” her tone was almost silent.
“I have orders to take you to the hospital wit the rest of them.” Kei answered simply. He glanced back at her and sighed. “Soryu...I can't imagine what you've been through-”
“Thats right.” she cut-off quietly. “You don't. Please let me out.” she repeated. After Kei answered with several seconds of resolute silence she half sighed, half whimpered, resigning herself to being rescued.
“What kind of operation is this anyway, where are the LEOs or the ambulances.” she asked, looking out the window on her side at the abandoned apartment blocks passing by.
“Simply put, your captors had mob connections, and their little...project represented a significant source of income. We had reason to believe that marked cars or waiting around for emergency vehicles would have alerted the enforcers in the area and provoked a counterattack greater than we could defend. Priority one was getting you out of there.” Kei explained.
“And you think this...car is inconspicuous.” Asuka said with a hint of incredulity edging her depressed tone. Kei shrugged.
“First off, its a 1994 Nisan R32 GTR, and second, well, I'm supposed to be conspicuous for this mission, to sort of act as a local decoy.” he chuckled. “I guarantee though that if we run into trouble, we can get out fairly easily.” he toed the accelerator pedal and the car lurched forward, the engine uttering a snarling growl, the engine note accented by the fuel pump whining in effort and the distinct noise of turbo spool. Releasing the gas pedal, he reached down behind Asuka's seat and pulled a MP5 with a large muzzle brake, second hand grip, and ring-sight on top, handing it to Asuka.
“One for you too, plus extra clips. The guns are modified to carry high-velocity rounds, they'll go straight through ten centimeters of Lexan or three of hardened steel armor.” he added. Asuka held the defense weapon, hefting it. She handed it back to Kei and he replaced it into it's slot in the door.
“A lot of effort for something like me.” Asuka remarked flatly.
“Something?” Kei asked. Asuka remained silent and eyes averted.
“I...” she began, but Kei held up a hand to cut her off. He was looking intently into the side-view mirror on his side.
“We're being followed.” he said simply. “Hang on.” he ordered. Asuak grabbed onto the cockpit cage bar under the A-pillar as Kei toed the brakes and cranked the wheel around. That sent the Skyline into a slide, and opposite lock brought it to a rest facing back the way they'd come, facing two black Toyota sedans a quarter kilometer away. The sedans slowly slowed to a halt, no-one getting out. Kei grabbed one of the MP5s and flicked the safety off, turning on the ring sight and cocking the weapon.
“We're going to do some interesting maneuvers, hang on.” Kei said, placing the PDW in his lap, grabbing the shifter anf throwing it into reverse, and floored the gas. The Nissan lurched back, and after sufficient speed was gained he cranked the wheel and spun the car around again. He put the clutch in, shifted to first, and de-clutched, the revving engine launching the car forward. The car accelerated with blistering speed, the engine's roar filling the cabin.
“Sharp right.” Kei warned, pressing the brakes until the ABS just began to engage, hemorrhaging speed and dove the car into the entrance of one of the apartment block's garages. He parked the Nissan in the shadows of the unlit concrete cavern and opened his door, the irregularly shaped panel opening Lambo-style.
“They teach you to shoot at GHERIN?” Kei asked suddenly. Asuka, startled by the very recent sequence, nodded. “Good, then arm the other MP5 and hide behind a support column.” he ordered, snatching two of the spare magazines and exiting the vehicle. He heard the other door open and the clacking of the other MP5 being cocked as he jogged to the entrance of the garage. The Toyotas screeched to a halt nearby and he heard the doors open, men yelling to each other. He edged to the opening until the front of one of the cars was visible. Extending and bracing the stock on his shoulder Kei fired at the car, the Toyota absorbing about fifteen round, the sheetmetal cratering before it exploded. The muzzle brake was sending out half-meter long flames in four directions, accompanied by a massive, booming roar. About half of the mobsters were knocked away and Kei jumped-out, taking advantage of the shock to empty the rest of the magazine into the other, the second Toyota exploding similarly. He swapped magazines as he approached the knocked-out mobsters, one round in each of their heads. Ten bullets later, and only one head intact after receiving a HV round.
“Shit...” he muttered pulling out his cell phone and dialing his supervisor.
“Kotohaka, just intercepted a pair of follow cars.”
“Any survivors?” he asked. Kei chuckled.
“No.” he answered. Kotohaka sighed.
“Is Miss Soryu alright?”
“She wasn't involved in the exchange.” Kei assured.
“Alright, just get her over to the hospital.”
“Roger sir.” Kei hung-up and walked back into the garage. He flicked the safety back on and jogged back to the GTR and after removing the magazine and de-chambering the round inside he placed it back behind the seats. He turned, looking for where Asuka had hidden. He spotted her, in the shadows and clutching the SMG. As he approached, he realized she was crying softly.
“They're not a threat anymore, Soryu.” he assured, kneeling next to her. She hook her head slowly, stifling herself.
“No...” she muttered. “That's...that's not it.” Kei sighed and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Let's get whatever stimulants they have you on out of your system and have to talk to someone.” he gently pulled the MP5 from her grasp and re-engaged the safety. She shook her head again, grasping her knees.
“No...please just leave me here.” she begged quietly.
“I told you, Soryu, I have orders.” he said, changing his words to German. She looked up at him, curiosity piqued and crying arrested. “Now, please get back in the car.” he said. She nodded slowly and got to her feet, silently walking to the passenger side of the skyline and getting in. Facing the garage opening Kei sighed and de-chambered the gun, separating the magazine from the receiver. He put the de-chambered round back in the magazine as he walked around to the drivers side and entered as well.

Asuka stared out of the hospital room window. This hospital was different from the ones in Tokyo III and NERV, the feeling of absolute sterility was removed and there was some warmth in the color scheme, as well as the window filtering and lighting. Her hospital-issued light-blue pants and shirt actually looked blue in the lighting.
“Hey, where are you going?” One of the NERV guards outside her room asked gruffly. Asuke turned around to see who it was.
“Listen, I know Ikari has a long arm and all, but really, get the fuck out of here.” Kei said flatly. He pulled a folded sheaf of papers out of his dark-gray jacket and handed it to the guard that had stopped him. “Can you read German or do you need me to fetch a translator?” he added wryly. The guard huffed and stepped aside, letting him enter the room.
“I guess Ikari's protective of his tools, isn't he?” Kei remarked as he approached Asuka. She said nothing, turning back to stare out the window. “They said you won't talk to a psychiatrist.” he added, removing the mirth from his voice.
“There's nothing to talk about.” she said flatly. Kei sighed, walking up next to her and staring out onto the parking lot.
“Nothing to talk about?” he asked. “Over fifty isolated DNA markers, thirty confessions, plus a drug cocktail that has been proven to kill small mammals, and you don't think there's anything to talk about?” he asked quietly. She shot a dirty, hurt glance at him and turned away.
“Shut up.” she muttered.
“Listen, Asuka.” Kei said, switching the conversation to German. “You're not going to be able to just block this out like Kyoko-”
“You shut up!” she yelled, throwing a punch at him that took Kei by surprise. It connected with his cheekbone and knocked him down.
“You aren't.” he repeated, getting to his feet and rubbing his cheek. Asuka was screwing-up her face, trying as hard as she possibly could not to let any serious expression of grief escape. She could not, would not cry!
“I...” she hesitated, sitting on the bed, sighing heavily, finally pushing the tears back where they belonged. “It's not...” Kei knelt in front of her.
“Miss Horaki is in the next room over, shall I have her put in here with you?” he asked softly. For several moments, Asuka remained silent, thinking. Finally, she nodded, almost shamefully.
“I'm sorry for hitting you.” she said.
“I probably shouldn't have brought it up.” Kei said, shaking his head. “I need to go attend to some things, I'll get her brought in within the hour. “ he explained, getting back to his feet and leaving.

Out in the hallway, out of earshot of Asuka, Kei pulled out his cell phone and proceeded down the hall.
“I've gotten her to consider talking to someone, sir.” he said after the number picked-up. “Yes...yes, I understand...no, he will not be a problem...right...right, yes...Alright, until then Commander Zepplin*.”