Consequences Unforeseen

Tokyo, Tuesday June 4th 1991

Tokyo, Tuesday June 4th 1991

His head was thumping, the pain killers were useless and he couldn’t bear to have anyone touch his scalp. He’d been acclimatized to pain or so he thought. Trained to compartmentalize it, to put It in a box, but this was something that seemed altogether different.

Ironically it was because the first blow from the bat had hit him a glancing blow that he was still alive, but that the same glancing blow had created pain, so subtle, it felt like his scalp was on fire. The slightest touch would set the pain travelling along every nerve in his body. He knew and felt what it was like, but there was no way he could explain it in words to the Doctors in the Special Police medical center.

He scalp had split open and they were unable to stitch it because he refused anesthesia of any kind, so they resorted to his demand for super glue. Primitive and stupid was what the doctors were saying to themselves, but Bill Douglas knew his own body and what he was prepared to take.

The Tokyo general Police were baffled by “the bodies in the box” as it became known in the newspapers and television morning shows and news special reports. There’s no such thing as a nine day wonder in Japan. Douglas and the cynical Keimutai guys knew that this would go on for months as the conspiracy theorists debated and postulated on the possibilities at every opportunity.

For their part the officers he was working with had traced the Chinese to a branch of the drug Triads operating out of Osaka. Why they were in Tokyo and Yoyogi Uehara in particular remained a mystery at this time. The women of the Keimutai unit had their own theory of the rationale for the event calling it simply ‘Karma.’ The bastards had it coming to them and Bill Douglas was the chosen punisher.

These men and women under Yoshikawa’s command were hand picked and specially trained but were restless as Hell, confined as they were by the rules from a post war era which forbid them to actually work in the domestic arena. The entire organization had roots deep in the pre war doctrines of the Kempeitai. Back in the day, this group was Japan’s equivalent of the German Gestapo. The KGB of Japan so to speak.

The force was disbanded after the war, but deep in the hallways of Japanese power remained many who grew up in their ranks and made sure that the new breed hiding under the guise of Keimutai were well funded, well armed and superbly trained.

The medical facility deep beneath Tokyo’s Government district was just one example of the vast wealth and reach of this organization. The outside world both internal to Japan and beyond its borders had no idea that this facility and these people existed. When Yoshikawa began to expand his knowledge of the organization, Douglas thought to himself, “God help Korea or China or anyone else who tries to fuck with these people.”

Yoshikawa took Douglas under his arm these past months and inserted him into his framework and his organization. He took to him like a father to a long lost son, and saw the episode with Keiko in the early days of his time in Japan as all the proof he needed that Divine intervention was involved and that for reasons beyond question, he must help this Scottish Gaijin in all ways possible.

He was also careful not to push Douglas for too many answers concerning his own presence in Japan and used a rhetorical approach where the questions answered themselves with Douglas having to say nothing at all.

Yoshikawa had a view that there was a change in leadership coming in the United States of America and that the individual threatening to remove power from the incumbent had not as yet visited to Japan. He was convinced that Douglas’ presence here had something to do with that and the so called special relationship between the US and UK forged by Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan, and continued with George H Bush.