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Chapter 1 - The Deal with the Devil

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"You called me sir?" I asked as soon as I peered into the door of the Presidential office. "Come in, there's no reason why you should be frightened Tsubasa... sit down." I was startled at this because, technically, the president's voice is usually more urgent and much more serious than this. This time however, it sounded just like a normal conversation. The way he was coaxing me was just… odd. The atmosphere in the room was very heavy and I didn't feel comfortable at all.

"You know, ever since you began working here at Sony, you've been climbing up the promotion ladder at a breakneck speed. Sony is very pleased by the work you have been doing for us."
"It's an honor to be working here," I replied giving a slight bow, "was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"No, not really, actually it is a request. You see, we are working on a product that would forever enhance the feeling of playing dating sims. And I want you to be part of the development team... you know, I know that you love dating sims."
My eyes brightened at the sound of this. "Yes, Yes! Of course sir! I'd love to participate!"
"It's settled then. Without your help and experience with Dating Sims, this project would have been a failure," he smiled warmly.

He then opened his desk and pulled out a contract and gave it to me personally. I scanned through it making sure to see if there were any loopholes or something. It basically gave me a hefty salary and at the end of every month, I get an extra 20% bonus. There were very strict regulations though. For example, I noted that this system was working in a similar way that the Yakuza works. I couldn't speak about this project in public, nor could I mention it to anyone who was outside the company or below a certain rank. But that really didn't matter much. I searched the entire contract but I couldn't find a place to sign other than a box at the bottom of the paper. Noticing this, I pulled out my pen but the President stopped me before I could make a mark.

"Just a second there Tsubasa," the president said while pushing an open box toward me. I opened it and saw a dagger. I looked up at him, but before I could speak he responded, "This contract is too special for normal ink signatures. This contract must be signed in your blood."

I knew there was a catch! I don't want to go through with something like this! This really does work like the Yakuza! I thought to myself gripping the dagger tighter and tighter as I sat in the seat pondering what my next move was. My stomach cringed and I gulped as I stood up. "Where are you going?" He asked as I stood. I couldn't speak! Even though I tried to open my mouth, I couldn't make out any words. Beads of sweat formed at my forehead as I continued to wonder what to do next. But without thinking my hands moved to slit my thumb with the dagger and I found myself pressing my thumb in the box. I've regretted that incident ever since.

"Excellent. The project starts tomorrow." Half-witted and exhausted, I looked up at the president when he said this and in my mind, I was pierced by that enigmatic and ambitious smile of his. That smile always scares me and no doubt everyone else. But what is even scarier is the ominous evil gaze in his eyes that would petrify any man on the planet that was to even glance at them.

I managed to stagger out of that office with a heavy heart, as if I have just signed my death wish. My thumb continued to drip blood on the crimson carpet as I saw my co-worker and one of my closest friends in the building gliding towards me like the beautiful, feminine woman that she is. She had long, silver hair that and her name is just as pretty as she is, Yuga Johinsa. We're the same age and we've known each other since Junior High, and of course we're pretty close. But no, we're not going out or anything like that. Truthfully, we are just good friends, and that's all there is. Really!

Anyways, enough of that, she asked me, "Tsubasa-kun, what was it that he asked of you?"
"He wanted me on a secret project that would revolutionize dating sims. Is there a problem Yuga-chan?"
I noticed that her eyes were wandering so quickly clutched my thumb so that she wouldn't worry about me. "Okay, but let me ask you, are you free tomorrow? I wanted to see if we could actually go to some place nice for dinner after work. It's on me."
"Sorry Yuga-chan, I'm gonna be very busy from tomorrow on."
"Why?"
I made the mistake of taking my hand off of my thumb while her eyes wandered down to my thumb again, "Oh my God! What happened to your thumb?" She gasped.
"It's nothing!"
"Don't lie to me Tsubasa. He made you sign a blood contract, didn't he?"
"Fine, fine. I won't lie, he did." I hung my head in shame.

There was silence, but she turned away and said, "You are really an idiot, Tsubasa. Don't you know… that doing that sort of thing with the president, or anyone for that matter, is like signing the Devil's Deal?" She ran away after this. Guilt whelmed up inside me as I received a text message from Piro that they needed a place to crash because they were in Tokyo. This wiped away my agony for a short while because I felt rejuvenated because I had someone to talk to outside of Sony.

After meeting up with Piro and Largo, I unfortunately lost the pair. Worried, I searched and searched around finding out that they have been at a gaming convention all this time. Figures. I also learned that Largo has the innate ability to play fighting games with his tongue, which is impressive. I showed them into the apartment as I managed to relax with them for a while and had fun playing video games. As it got later and later into the night, my thoughts went back to what happened that day and my fatigue returned to haunt me and my decision. The television screen flickered as I weary and exhausted drifted into a deep slumber over the sound of punching and kicking from the game that Piro and Largo were playing.



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Chapter 2 - Calling it Quits

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There was only one thing on my mind when I gaited quickly out of the premises on that fateful day when Tsubasa signed that blood contract. That thought was, Tsubasa is so stupid! He just had to go off and sign that contract that would determine his fate with the company and for the both of us. Now that he has gone off and done that, we can't talk to each other at all except on lunch break. Especially since I don't have the granted access I need in order to enter the Sony Labs. This really makes me upset that I just really want to cry. But I don't because I know that it is unnecessary.

The next day, walking into our usual place with a couple of bentous that I made for Tsubasa and I, I saw him. I sat down next to him and offered him the bentou that I made for him. He took it without saying anything and began eating silently. I could tell that he was having it rough by the way that his tired eyes were bloodshot. Not to mention the fact that he simply wouldn't talk cheerfully like he normally does. I knew that I had to say something but what could I say? Without thinking I began, "Tsubasa-kun-" but he cut me off there.

"What was thinking, Yuga-chan?" he sobbed, "Should I have really accepted such terms on such a farfetched contract? Was I right when I put my finger right in that box? You and I both know that the president would have me killed for something as insignificant as that! Why didn't stand up with dignity and die like a man? Tell me Yuga!"

His lip quivered when he finished. If anything these were the questions that he pondered in his soul. What could I say? These were nothing but rhetorical questions that cannot be answered. There's nothing I could say at the moment that I could do to calm the poor sap's heart. However, I was relieved that he knew that his choice of action was very much a loaded agreement and never should have taken the risk. In addition to this risk, he and I both knew that if he didn't accept the agreement, he would have been shot. Unfortunately, this is how Sony works, no matter how important the employee is to the company. I came to the conclusion that there is only one thing I can do now that the mistake has been made, and that is to cheer Tsubasa on. I took a deep breath and I told him "Tsubasa-kun, you and I have been best friends for a long time. What we have learned throughout all those years together comes down to this. Whenever you need help, I'll be there to help, and I can count on you to do the same. All I can do now is just cheer you on from the sidelines." I smiled cheerfully.

He looked up at my face at this comment. "I guess that'll do for now." There was no more talking that day, but it didn't matter because he became much more cheerful afterwards. I love it when he is so confident about himself, it inspires me to do the same. When he got up from finishing his lunch, I never took my eyes off of him as he walked off. Even though he never looked back at me, I knew he was smiling as I was doing the same.

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It's been more than two months have passed since Tsubasa started working on what he called the EDS project. I think he must be risking his hide just to be telling me all of the advancements on this experiment. His eyes shine with sincerity and great passion whenever he talks about it. I love his confidence, and just as he finishes his lunch, his face changed for a second. From the bright cheerful look he usually has, his face changed to a very solemn look like he was about to do something that would forever affect his future. With this look, he told me, "I need to give the President a progress report." After that, he walked back into the building. Something was up, I knew it was. Tsubasa was going to do something drastic.

I wanted to know what was up so I followed him, not knowing what would take place up at the top of the building. I'm glad I had authorization card to be there, that way I could see what Tsubasa was up to. I could hear the muffled screeching and yelling from behind the door but I couldn't hear what exactly was being said. What's going on in there? I thought to myself as I approached the door. All I had to do was just lean up against the door so I could hear what they were saying. As my ear touched the door, I yelped as I heard a gunshot from the inside and seeing the door swing wide open almost hitting me in the face. Tsubasa staggered out of the room with his right hand clutching his wounded left shoulder. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. I covered my mouth and with wide eyes filled with terror watching helplessly as they continued arguing.

"You heard me once, and you'll hear it again you bastard!" He screamed back into the room, "I QUIT!"
"GO TO HELL!" The voice called back from the room.

Tsubasa started running from there and from the room came a second gunshot. It barely missed Tsubasa, only centimeters away from his head. Hearing a loud thud I turned to see what it hit. I woman was lying dead, carrying many documents to the oval office as the president walked out with a semi-automatic pistol in hand. He kicked the body with his foot to turn it over. It was his secretary. "Hmph... You were expendable anyway." He spat on the corpse then cocked his pistol again firing five more bullets into the corpse right before my eyes. I couldn't move. I was even more petrified once he spotted me with an evil glare. With his arm outstretched, he pointed the gun at me, and with a devious grin he said, "Now then, we can't have any witnesses..." he pulled the trigger. Click. "Hm? Oh dear, out of bullets? You are very lucky..." He hoisted his gun and then with a very serious tone of voice, he stated bluntly, "Listen, if you value your life, you will speak this matter to no one, understand? If you tell a single soul, I will personally come after you and serve your head on a silver platter for the dogs."

I couldn't move. My muscles were completely stiff and wouldn't respond to the commands that my brain gave them to run as fast as I could. I now knew the real president. I tried screaming, but not a sound came out, and I now knew that Tsubasa needed to get out of the country, fast. I attempted to call his Cell phone but it seems like he had turned that off. I awaited his call for several hours, even after work. But hearing his voice coming from a payphone was unheard of, but he did it.

"Yuga…" he sounded tired.
"Tsubasa! Where the heck are you?"
"Listen, I'm calling by payphone so I can't be tracked; I need you to come to the local park at midnight. I really must talk to you, and I want you to meet the EDS prototype."
"Alright, I'll meet you then."

That night, I found Tsubasa waiting in the park. He had a girl with him, tending to his wounds with a first aid kit. At first, I couldn't tell what she was doing but in my mind there was a little bit of jealousy. I shook it off as I came into view. I said, "Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine now, thank you," he said, "truly, I owe it all to the EDS prototype's skill with a first aid kit."
"Thank God."
"By the way, I want you to meet the prototype, Ping." I turned to get a good look at Ping. I was amazed that she looked so real, just like a real human being. The eyes, face body, everything looked like a normal person. But what surprised me all the more, it was like looking in a mirror. Tsubasa designed Ping to look exactly like me... only a little younger and more vivacious. She looked just like I did back when I was in High School with him. I felt honored for having him design her just like me! Wow! Tsubasa said, "Like it? She has your personality and your voice too!" His face turned very serious as the atmosphere changed as silence dawned on us.

To break the silence, he said solemnly, "Yuga, I have to leave the country. I'm calling it quits for Sony."
"I know you have to leave, otherwise the Sony Enforcement Division would kill you the first chance you get. All I want for you is to keep in touch. But how do you plan on getting past Sony? They know everything about their customers and their employees..."
"Customers! That's it! I know how we can get passed the Sony GPS!"
"Really? How?"
"Yes! All I have to do is sell everything I own! That way, I will be completely invisible to Sony and the SED!"
"What about your friends that are staying at your place?"
"Don't worry about that, I'll just come up with an excuse; however, I need your help to pawn all of my stuff before they wake up in the morning. Will you help out, please?"
"I will. Anything for you."

He then turned to Ping, "Ping, I'm leaving this country. You remember Piro and Largo, right? I'm leaving you into their hands. Piro is going to be your new owner, got that?"
"If you say so, Tsubasa."

We worked so hard to get rid of everything, but we managed to do it. I suggested that he should go directly to Los Angeles because it would be cheaper, more convenient, and he has friends over there instead of Honolulu, but he didn't listen to me. It doesn't matter. I just hope he doesn't forget me… I will pray for his safety in the states whenever I can.

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Chapter 3: Follow Your Heart
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God, I hate my life. First of all, I sign a blood contract that would forever change and determine the fate of my career and perhaps my life, then, I run away from my problem like a little girl in order to stay alive, and then lastly, I leave Piro and Largo behind in Japan without ever telling them, "Sayonora." To make matters worse, in the only form of goodbye that I had, I lied in a simple note where I could have explained everything. It was really a lame half-assed excuse anyways. Basically I wrote that I was inspired by those two to go and sell all of my possessions in order to pursue my true love in America. More guilt piles on top of me as I just remember writing it. I really just wanted to tell them the truth but… but… how could I? There would be no way on Earth they would understand the crap that was flung into my face during their stay. Especially someone of Piro and Largo's character. I wish them luck in finding a new place to stay, especially since I haven't paid my rent in about a month.

The real reason why I left Sony dates back to when I was working in the Sony Labs. It had been ten weeks since I started working on the project and things were really looking up for Ping. Just ten weeks and we were already almost done with the project. Actually, that was several months ahead of the completion date. Everyone was very pleased with the results and I was praised for the efficiency of the project and most people said that it was because of my leadership, knowledge, and wisdom that we managed to complete this project so quickly. It's a good thing that it was almost done, my brain couldn't take it anymore. Not the project itself, but from everything I learned from there. I learned that every single Sony device had some sort of destructive capability that enabled it to severely hurt the user or the surrounding people, if activated of course. And I knew all of the activation codes and processes in order to unlock such.

Even though Ping was incomplete, she was still fully operational. The major reasons why she was incomplete was because of the fact that she couldn't operate on hentai or ecchi games, but also because her mind-control software has not been installed. The missing software enabled her to crosswire brain waves and manipulate people's thoughts and actions to get her anything she wants. Who knows what sort of things she could get away with, with something complimented with the Hentai/ Ecchi software! I shudder at the thought. She already had the destructive capabilities from the "rejection flaw" that was purposely installed by the rest of the staff for sheer amusement. I refused to allow something that looked so delicate, my masterpiece, to be ruined by operating on hentai games being able to get anything she wants. I wanted to pull her out of the Labs before it was too late.

"Are you sad, Tsubasa-kun?" I jumped hearing Yuga's voice and jerked around trying to find where her voice came from. She doesn't have access to the Labs so it couldn't have been her. I came to the conclusion that it must have been all in my head but…
"Tee-hee!" It was Ping... she even has Yuga's voice... "What's wrong, Tsubasa-kun?"
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"Come on, tell me! Onegai?"
"Fine… I'm really confused right now Ping. What should I do? To me, you're already perfect, but the company... the company wants to do something diabolical to you... they want to turn you into a weapon. What should I do? What would be the best course of action that I should take? Should I go along with them? Or should I do what's right?"

Yeah, I know, talking to a machine. But it is even weirder when you can have a conversation that means something with one. But to tell you the truth, I felt at ease when talking to Ping. It was as if I was just talking to Yuga. The reaction sure was more genki and a bit more carefree, but it certainly was the same. Hearing her voice always makes me feel more comfortable, even in the stingiest situations. She said something to me that reminded me of what Yuga would say. She smiled, "I think that you should just follow your heart, and do what you think is right. If you do simply that, I'll cheer you on."

That did it. Even though it was a little vague, I knew exactly what I had to do. "Ping," I said confidently giving her the thumbs up, "We are going to leave the Labs today." I didn't care that I would lose my job, I didn't care that I signed a blood contract, I didn't care that the president would kill me. None of that mattered anymore. But one thing did matter to me, and that was, what would Yuga think? At our lunch break, we talked like we did normally, but I didn't explain my current situation to her because I knew that she would object. After finishing my lunch, I got up telling her that I really needed to give the President a status report. Of course, even though it didn't concern her, nor did I want her to come, I knew that she would follow me because she is always suspicious of caliginous behavior especially if it is suspicious behavior that concerned someone that she knew… namely me.

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After getting off the elevator on the top floor and entering the presidential office, I was confident, but unaware of what horrors awaited me from behind that enormous wooden door. I opened the door and took a deep breath. As usual, the president was sitting at his furnished desk on the other side of the room. He was reading some document which I presumed that it was a Sony Enforcement Division report. I was the first to say anything.

"Mr. President, we really need to talk."
"Ah Tsubasa, what is that you want to talk about?"
"Mr. President, I quit."
"Say that again?" His voice grew angry.
"I said, I quit. Do I need to repeat myself? I'm not doing your bidding anymore."
"I admire your ability to say the dumbest things. You know that that not possible. You signed the contract, remember?"
"I don't care. You may have put me on a contract for life, but that still doesn't strip me of my free will! I'll prefer death over working for your company ever again!"
"That can be arranged. Even if you die, you will still work for Sony for all of eternity."
"What the hell do you mean?"
He got up from his desk and turned to face the window. "You see, we at Sony have bought out Hell and now have a facility down there that is used to employ work upon miscreants and hooligans like yourself." When he turned around to face me he had a pistol in his hand. "That also means that Sony will be in business forever! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"You bastard!"

I knew I was scared now. Terror filled my eyes as I slowly stepped backwards towards the door, eyes transfixed on the president's motions. I never thought he would ever pull a gun on me. His ominous, suspenseful steps made my heart beat harder and faster. I knew I was going to do die now. I was going to get it. Those demonic eyes that shone with a twinkle told me instantaneously that he was serious about killing me. He had the expression of a madman, a serial killer that had no remorse about butchering those around him. I summoned up the last of my courage as soon my back was against the door.

"You'll never get away with this! I, for one, will certainly not let you!"
"Oh, but I already have. You see, I am able to manipulate the very will of each and every Sony customer. And now that I have told you all of this..." His demented smile shined with eagerness and the desire for bloodshed. "I'm going to have to kill you."

His words, he said these words so casually like they meant nothing at all. My back was against the door and while I was trying to swing the door open, he lifted the pistol from his side and fired it at me. Luckily, it only hit my shoulder. Clasping my wound, I staggered out the door and into the middle of the hallway.

"You, you bastard! I said it once and I'll say it again!" I screamed back at the president, "I QUIT!"
"GO TO HELL!"

What followed these words was a second gunshot. It singed some of my hair as it flew passed my head. I sprinted out of that room and into the elevator as fast as I could while clutching my shoulder. I winced in pain as I went down to the Labs, grabbed Ping, and ran out of the building while leaving a trail of blood behind me. The alarm had sounded and the building was already crawling with SED agents. I managed to run all the way into a local park before collapsing on a bench. Ping went to get a first aid kit as I clung onto consciousness desperately. Luckily, she found one at a local convenience store. After fixing me up as best she could, she went into standby mode. I came to the conclusion that she must have used up all her energy worrying about me. It seemed like Piro was doing just fine, actually, while fighting to maintain composure, I went to show her off to him. I'm glad that he managed to find a job. After that, I talked on a payphone with Yuga to meet her at the park I was relaxing in.

That night, Yuga, Ping, and I sold all of my stuff. Everything from furniture to magazines to electronics was completely removed from my apartment while Piro and Largo slept. It totaled to approximately ¥800,000. Yuga let me use her backpack for this trip and packed it full of food, water, and other necessities and even bought my plane tuition. I left by airplane at 2AM in the morning not knowing if I would ever see my homeland, Yuga or anyone else ever again.

Sometimes I wonder why I left Yuga over there with those hellhounds at Sony. I inquire my integrity and I wonder what I did back there was for the best. I now will have to appreciate the firearms training that I received when I got promoted. I am never going back to work there for as long as I exist. However, now that I have escaped from that hellhole of a company after signing a blood contract, and then escaping with company secrets that I have learned after working in the Sony Labs and from the president, I worry how long I am going to be able to survive living as a fugitive. I know that the president will not stop his rampage until he has me six feet under and that he will maintain control of the company for all of eternity.

All and all, I know that I am never going to allow that to happen so easily. As I take my first steps off the plane in Honolulu, I vow to fight the evil empire with every ounce of strength that I have left in my body. This is going to be a hard fight, and I am at a severe disadvantage. One thing is for certain though; I will never give up.

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Chapter 4: The S.E.D. Report
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Rain pelted the window of the presidential office as the President stood, arms folded across his chest, staring over the city of Tokyo. Whenever it rained, he always reflected on recent events, transactions and other important issues that were dealt with or had to be. His mind wandered to what was considered the recent Tsubasa incidents. Three days have passed since the Tsubasa crisis, and three days the president spent his time thinking about what this idiot has done. Even if it was dumb luck, he was the first to ever survive the President's incurring wrath. How bothersome! The very thought that Tsubasa was still around, living and breathing troubled the President. If the SED did their job right, the president could rest easy and wouldn't have to worry about that pest any longer. "This vermin has to be dealt with sooner or later!" the president thought aloud as he turned around to see his AIDE enter the room.

"Sir, pardon the intrusion, but the S.E.D's report just came in," the AIDE said cautiously, watching for the President's motions. The president simply turned back around to face the window.
"I see. I take it that the operation went as smoothly as planned?" The President inquired, he attempted to sound as levelheaded as he possibly could.
"Affirmative, but there's one small problem."
"And what would that be?"
"Well... actually... you see..." He stuttered nervously.
"Spit it out."
"Uh... Tsu-Tsubasa... Tsubasa, he... slipped through our fingers again."
The president spun around angrily, "What did you say?"
"I...I would think that it would be best if you just read the report." The AIDE tiptoed silently over to the president's desk and set the document face up and quickly moved back to his original position. "By the way, we have sent that newbie, Ed, to go and retrieve the prototype as ordered. Are you sure that sending that novice out there alone is a good idea?"
"He is demented and sinister enough to get the job done. His survival record is quite exquisite… wait a minute, Are you questioning my orders?!"
"Ah… n-n-no sir!"
The president took a deep breath to calm down. He really didn't feel like executing anyone today. "I see... well then, I'll get to reading it later. I am in a very bad mood right now so it would be best if you leave the premises before I have to kill you."
"Right away, sir. Oh, and by the way, sir, we have eliminated any official, public or private, relations of Tsubasa with the company as you have requested."
"Excellent. Now get out of my sight."
"As you wish sir."

With this, the AIDE exited the room, closing the door as quietly as he could. Once again, the President was alone in his lair. With all public and private relations of Sony being associated with Tsubasa terminated, that would mean that even if he did file a lawsuit against Sony, he simply would not have any evidence regarding that Sony would be out for global domination. It was a perfect plan, the president thought to himself as he walked slowly to his desk to read the document. The president sent one of his best teams, the Cerberus team, to track down the fugitive. Those hellhounds have always proven their worth in subterfuge and as well as assassination of many top officials in competitor companies in the past, so this should be a cake walk for them.

The president picked up the note and began reading.

QUOTE (SONY ENFORCEMENT DIVISION REPORT)

SONY ENFORCEMENT DIVISION REPORT
Sony Enforcement Division
Cerberus Team
Agent A0527

As ordered, the Cerberus team set out to kill Tsubasa at all costs. Our intelligence reported seeing him in the local park last night with the prototype talking to a friend, saying that he was going to leave the country. He sold everything he owned so that our GPS and electronic locators would not track him. He's quite brilliant, knowing that we could track him down if he had owned any Sony products. Since all he has now is just cash, he is going to be very hard to trace.

Our intelligence stated that he would be leaving to America in the morning. His friend mentioned that he should have been leaving for Los Angeles, explaining that he had friends over there, so he could hide out with them. Tsubasa agreed to the terms so we knew that this would be an easy task.

With this in mind, we slipped into the airport without being stopped by guards, metal detectors and any other hindrances. We would have shot anyone up anyway if they had stopped us for questioning. We boarded the 7:00 flight to Los Angeles without any trouble thanks to the phony tickets that were issued to us.

There was no room for marginal errors of any sort. We waited until we were at terminal altitude before performing any action. Directly after the pilot announced that we have reached cruising altitude, each of the eight agents in the party stood up and unsheathed our handguns. I ordered the other seven agents to open fire on all the flight attendants and threaten to murder any of the civilians that bothered to move from their seats.

Activating an Electro-magnetic pulse, I disabled all electronics on board for two reasons: One. To make sure that no one on board could call for help nor report this act to the police. And two. To disable the black box that is the central control center that alerts if there is any trouble onboard. It also disabled the entire aircraft, so a plane crash was inevitable. After doing this, I moved into the cockpit and eliminated both pilot and copilot. Throwing them out, I ordered for all agents to get ready for impact. Everyone then jumped out of the aircraft taking all the life rafts with us, with parachutes strapped to our backs. We watched gleefully as the aircraft took the plunge into the ocean. Our mission was a success, or so we thought.

We floated downwards, and prepared to search the craft to see if there were any survivors. As we thought, there were no survivors in the crash. We searched it thoroughly but we didn't find a trace of Tsubasa. Apparently, he wasn't onboard.

After getting back to Japan, we took the liberty of eliminating this source of faulty evidence after finding out there was 2 AM flight to Honolulu. It seems to us that he must have changed his mind at the last minute or he gave did this in order give us the slip. If anything, he is most likely still in Honolulu and while he is there relaxing and resting. Now is the time to strike. We will await orders.

Much Regrets.
S.E.D. Cerberus Team


The President chuckled after reading this. "He's good," he said to himself as he reached out to turn on the intercom, "Get the president of Square-Enix on the line. I want to talk to him about our next enslavement project, Final Fantasy XI. Oh, and after that, send a message to the SCEA about this matter. I want them to send their best agent to go find this menace and kill him. Oh, and give the Cerberus team a few days break before having them head to Los Angeles while you're at it."
"Of course, Sir," The AIDE replied over the intercom.

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The next day, in the North American branch of the Sony Enforcement Division office, the field supervisor called in a beautiful woman to undertake this mission. She had short red hair and entrancing green eyes. As she stomped into her field supervisor's office, she wondered why the hell she was being paged.

She yelled, "What the hell were you paging me for? I was just enjoying my lunch when you came blasting on my pager saying that you needed to talk to me!"
"Sorry Ryoko, but the head honcho in Japan who wants someone in Honolulu very, very, dead," he said as he pulled out a photograph of Tsubasa. Ryoko's eyes widened as she looked at the photo.
"His name is Tsubasa. I believe that he works for us, and has a very good record with the company. Last I heard of him, he was designing this robot thingamajigger. He has a helluva bounty on his head. I don't know why the president wants him dead though…"
Ryoko turned away. "I accept."
"I thought you would. You should leave tonight at best."
"Affirmative."

Ryoko left the room taking the photograph with her. She leaned up against a wall and took out a small photograph from her wallet that seen a lot of use. She put it away and then looked at the Tsubasa's photo.
"Tsubasa, huh?" Ryoko said, "I'm coming for you."

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