Canine Comrade

Battles, Encounters & Death

Hanzo currently stands in front of a rather intimidating looking block of flats known as the "Putstraat", the flats are located in the heart of the village and look quite misplaced, as the rest of the village is decorated in traditional looking houses so this set of flats watching over everyone just looks... wrong. He rings the bell for flat 312 and the door clicks open without him even having to say a word- just how he likes it. As soon as he's through the door he takes him blade out from his boot and tucks it up his sleeve, better safe than sorry, and makes his way up the steps.

He's forced to slow his pace down sooner than he would like- Ren doesn't seem to keen on the bouncing if her whines are anything to go by.

Soon enough he finds himself in front of room 312, the door looks no different to every single other door he passed but never the less, Hanzo is still on edge. He raises his hand to knock confidently on the door (even if he's internally nervous) and there's no response. With a resigned sigh he turns around with every intention to head back to his motel.

That plan is instantly thrown out the window when he sees that man, the same wheelchair bound individual that asked him to meet him here.

"Ah, I am sorry I just nipped out for some food. Trust my luck that I nearly miss you the one time I leave the flat" the man apologises whilst smiling at him in a friendly manner- the Japanese accent in his tone impossible to miss. When the Shimada doesn't reply he invites him into the flat and Hanzo follows him albeit cautious. He takes in the man's appearance, his face is aged with crow feet framing his eyes and creases dug into his brow. His hair is a striking white from either age or stress (Hanzo can sympathise with the latter) whilst his jaw has stubble scattered on .

Upon entering the room the man begins to rant "I have to admit that I have been following you for a while" that's creepy "and I have seen that you are the best of the best when it comes to sorting out people's troubles, and Shimada-san" that catches his attention "I have a job for you".

"You said that in your message" he retorts dryly.

"Straight to the point, I like that" Hanzo could only roll his eyes. He tenses when the man moves forward, his wheels causing the floorboards beneath them to creek. Before he can sooth the pup in his jacket she begins to wriggle and the man notices "what is that?"

Reluctantly, he unzips his jacket and places her on the floor, they both watch as she sniffs the wheelchair; the man chuckles when she jumps after noticing the other human in the room "she's a rescue" is all the information he gives.

The man goes to pat her head until she ducks away from him and retreats back to Hanzo's boots "what's the job?" He desperately wants this meeting to be over.

"Ah yes! The reason I brought you here, someone in the Shimada clan-"

"No" he instantly refuses "I am done with the clan! I ill have nothing to-"

"They murdered my daughter!" The man interrupts and Hanzo freezes "they killed my daughter in cold blood and I want you to kill the man who did it!"

When Hanzo doesn't reply the man pulls a holopad from his pocket, pulls up a man's profile with an address typed underneath and hands it to him. He feels Ren rest her little head on his boot as he takes in the target's face- olive skin, a solid square jaw, a pointed nose that has obviously been broken at some point, narrow mono lidded eyes and jet black hair shaved into a buzz cut... overall a generic Shimada thug.

"That is Domoto Hakuseki, the man who murdered my daughter. The address beneath is the safe house him and his men are currently staying at, its in a block of flats not too far from here. I want you to snipe him through the window and that's all- I will pay you now as I am confident in your skills" with that he pulls his phone out and nods at Hanzo, who's own phone buzzes (no doubt with a confirmation of payment).