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06/01/1992 22:37 MISATO / JAPAN
A scream muffled by the hand of the man. His back a bit farther from the wall holding the woman in front of him hostage. He'd only gone with her for her hand after all. It was the only thing he'd been interested in the entire time. " Don't make this harder for me than it has to be sweetheart. You were the one taking me out weren't you doll? " He cooed in her ear sadistically. His right hand covering her mouth and screams, while his left hand took care of her wrists and attempts at escape. " You don't want to go to dinner anymore? " He sighed in the struggle. " I guess I'll have to take care of you then. That doesn't sound so bad now does it? " He brought his hand to her throat and pressed down. Hearing her choke out her last yells and then tone down. He watched her lose the color in her face and stop moving. She fell unconscious in his arms. Sweat droplets had already started to form on the side of his head. What if someone had saw him? What if he got caught now? He cursed himself for trying to kill her in an alleyway. It was too public for a murder and he knew it. He sighed and released the grip on her wrists now that she was knocked out and thought of what to do next. He held the woman in one of his arms while he searched for his phone that he left in his pocket. A moment of shuffling later he found it. He leaned against the wall and looked through a map of the place he was in, attempting to find a hotel or something nearby. Something more private so he could move on. It was always like this and it worked. Murder someone then move on to a private room so he could get rid of their body. Well, most of it at least. He went over the gps on his phone to find the nearest hotel and then set forth to it. Dragging the woman along with him in hopes of people assuming they were friends and he was just returning her to her room.
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06/01/1992 22:52 ROME / ITALY
Countless files and other documents littered his desk. A cup holder and a coffee mug, a computer in front of him and a can of some energy drink on his right. It was a complete mess. A frustrated sigh escaped the man as he looked over his screen. He had been sending out emails and what not to people the entire day. It was a busy job and didn't leave time for rest. You either had to task people with missions, or arrange separate deals in different locations. Then you had to take care of assassins. This however didn't sound like normal work at all, and it wasn't. It was way more stressful and nerve wrecking than any boring 9 to 5 office job. He was the leader of an entire mafia organisation. Yeah it sounded like harsh work with lots of fighting and all, but mostly it was just staying on your phone or computer all day communicating with other people. It was fine for him anyways, he was heavily introverted to the point he'd murder anyone that even knew his name or face. It was rare he'd go out somewhere, even more rare that he went anywhere outside of Italy but he had to. He frowned when he read the news that another person tried to betray him and figure out his identity. He scooted his chair back from the desk, yawning flatly. He traced circles with his finger over the leather from the chair. Black chipped nails gently clawing at the material as he read the name from the person he was going to have to track down. Lorenzo Puglisi. He scowled as the name scattered around in his head. Finally snapping out of it he scoots back to his desk to read more about the guy. Apparently he fled to another country two years before, now he's trying to figure out information about the boss from there. Hiding undercover in Japan. Ōfunato to be precise. It would be a four day trip to there so he decided to leave immediately. Maybe if he took extreme measures he could shorten the time to two days and a half. He got up from his seat and went towards his closet. Pulling out a backpack and stuffing some clothes, a deodorant, some cables, important files and his laptop in there. He'd get anything else that he needed in small stores around the current town he was in or gas stations.
