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xp_logsCammie and Kevin visit a Japanese "businessman", another victim of a mysterious theft.
"Quit tugging at the suit. A green haired specialist isn't outside of the realm of possibility, but showing up in jeans and a leather jacket is a sign of disrespect. And disrespecting Yama-san is a very good way to get quickly and thoroughly dead." Kevin said to Cammie as they stepped out of the car. He was distractingly changed into an attractive middle-aged Japanese woman, dressed in an expertly tailored suit. Just beyond the cuff of her jacket and under the edge of her suit was a complex and luridly coloured tattoo that covered her back, both sleeves and her torso up to her breasts.
A man came forward and exchanged a quick burst of Japanese with Kevin before motioning them both in.
"I hate suits," Cammie muttered in the moment before stepping out of the car. She followed Kevin's lead, trying not to stare at his very nice ass in that body. Don't ogle teammates, Cammie, she thought to herself and followed them in. The building was a nice one, again that was to be expected and she had cleaned up more than usual for this. Her scars and her arm were covered by the suit and she had opted for a nice pair of leather gloves to cover her hands. Her hair was up in a french twist and she almost looked professional. Her parents would be proud of how she looked.
Professional, Doctor Carmilla was something they wanted. Of course life had other ideas, not that she had any plans of actually being a doctor.
"Thank you for seeing us," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
The men looked through her English as they walked through the building. The outer shell of efficient office space gave way to a more traditionally designed Japanese home, eventually leading them both to inner a small room. It was covered in small rocks, surrounded by spotless white paper and cedar walls. In the midst of the stones sat a man, nude save for a small loincloth. His body was covered in lurid tattoos, showing dragons and kirlin and other Asian beasts fighting amidst a storming sky.
Kevin slipped off the jacket and shirt he was wearing, coming down to sit politely on his heels as two men flanked him, examining the tattoos on his female form. After a moment, the nodded and Kevin bowed deeply before being acknowledged.
"Your clan failed to provide the normal warning, Ichida. This does not please me."
"My deepest apologies, sire. The matter has some urgency. I hope you will forgive the lack of manners as an unfortunate side effect and not a slight on your peerless honour." He just grunted and Kevin went on, in English this time. "I have come due to the theft and murder at your Nobu tea house. We have suffered a similar theft in Hong Kong. This researcher is working on a perspective link that may aid in the recovery of both of our clans property and the necessary consequences to the offenders. May she ask you some questions."
He affixed Cammie with a cold stare and nodded.
"Thank you," she said with a nod and focused on the, "First off, we need to establish exactly what is missing. Could I get an untainted version of events?" she asked evenly. Playing professional wasn't exactly hard but the way she was talking right now bothered her. It didn't sound like her at all, but you did what you had to. Besides, she brought a thief's perspective to this.
"My men will take care of the intrusion, Ichida. What does this gaijin matter?"
"I'm afraid she approaches things from a... Western perspective. Obviously, we speak of the affront on your collection."
"The Qing artifacts are less valuable than the man."
"Then let's start with the man," Cammie said, "Why do you think there was a murder in addition to the theft? It seems... odd if they were simply after an object to have it end in death." Any good thief shied away from murder. In fact if you got wind that someone was around what it was you wanted to lift you waited. Not to say 'you surprised me' killings never happened but they were easily avoided and anyone after a piece from an art collection would have the time and the desire to properly case their target.
"Yoshi was not a security guard. He was a highly trained member of this clan. His disappearance from the scene could have only happened if he was killed and his body hidden. He would not have betrayed us, especially for a few trinkets whose value is in their oddity as opposed to financial worth."
"So you trust he wasn't involved," Cammie said with a nod. It made sense. People could be loyal like that sometimes, could being the operative word. She also assumed a place like this would have a lot of safeguards against a thief joining, working their way up and then just taking what they came for and leaving. For that amount of effort it would have to be more than a few trinkets. Not to mention the murder.
"That makes things complicated... thieves usually take what they can and run. They're not murderers. Well, most of them aren't. There's something else going on here," she muttered the last, thinking.
"Thank you for your time, Yama-san. If there is any information that we develop, you will of course be the first to know." Kevin bowed deeply and stood, pulling the jacket back over the tattoos. They were quickly escorted back to their car and headed out of the complex.
"Hopefully it will be an hour or two before they discover Ichida is currently on the other side of the country." Kevin said as his features morphed back into his normal face. "Killing a highly trained Yakuza guard to steal a shitty trinket? This is all tied into that set of antiques, and whoever wants them is hiring some expert help to get them."
"Yeah, hopefully. I want to be a long ways away when they find out you weren't her. This really does smack of a professional job but this is a lot of trouble to go through. What do the murders have to do with it? That's my question," Cammie said, pulling her hair down and shaking it loose. The sooner she could get out of this crap the happier she'd be, "I guess we'll have to see what the others dug up, but this whole thing fucking stinks."
"Quit tugging at the suit. A green haired specialist isn't outside of the realm of possibility, but showing up in jeans and a leather jacket is a sign of disrespect. And disrespecting Yama-san is a very good way to get quickly and thoroughly dead." Kevin said to Cammie as they stepped out of the car. He was distractingly changed into an attractive middle-aged Japanese woman, dressed in an expertly tailored suit. Just beyond the cuff of her jacket and under the edge of her suit was a complex and luridly coloured tattoo that covered her back, both sleeves and her torso up to her breasts.
A man came forward and exchanged a quick burst of Japanese with Kevin before motioning them both in.
"I hate suits," Cammie muttered in the moment before stepping out of the car. She followed Kevin's lead, trying not to stare at his very nice ass in that body. Don't ogle teammates, Cammie, she thought to herself and followed them in. The building was a nice one, again that was to be expected and she had cleaned up more than usual for this. Her scars and her arm were covered by the suit and she had opted for a nice pair of leather gloves to cover her hands. Her hair was up in a french twist and she almost looked professional. Her parents would be proud of how she looked.
Professional, Doctor Carmilla was something they wanted. Of course life had other ideas, not that she had any plans of actually being a doctor.
"Thank you for seeing us," she said, keeping her tone neutral.
The men looked through her English as they walked through the building. The outer shell of efficient office space gave way to a more traditionally designed Japanese home, eventually leading them both to inner a small room. It was covered in small rocks, surrounded by spotless white paper and cedar walls. In the midst of the stones sat a man, nude save for a small loincloth. His body was covered in lurid tattoos, showing dragons and kirlin and other Asian beasts fighting amidst a storming sky.
Kevin slipped off the jacket and shirt he was wearing, coming down to sit politely on his heels as two men flanked him, examining the tattoos on his female form. After a moment, the nodded and Kevin bowed deeply before being acknowledged.
"Your clan failed to provide the normal warning, Ichida. This does not please me."
"My deepest apologies, sire. The matter has some urgency. I hope you will forgive the lack of manners as an unfortunate side effect and not a slight on your peerless honour." He just grunted and Kevin went on, in English this time. "I have come due to the theft and murder at your Nobu tea house. We have suffered a similar theft in Hong Kong. This researcher is working on a perspective link that may aid in the recovery of both of our clans property and the necessary consequences to the offenders. May she ask you some questions."
He affixed Cammie with a cold stare and nodded.
"Thank you," she said with a nod and focused on the, "First off, we need to establish exactly what is missing. Could I get an untainted version of events?" she asked evenly. Playing professional wasn't exactly hard but the way she was talking right now bothered her. It didn't sound like her at all, but you did what you had to. Besides, she brought a thief's perspective to this.
"My men will take care of the intrusion, Ichida. What does this gaijin matter?"
"I'm afraid she approaches things from a... Western perspective. Obviously, we speak of the affront on your collection."
"The Qing artifacts are less valuable than the man."
"Then let's start with the man," Cammie said, "Why do you think there was a murder in addition to the theft? It seems... odd if they were simply after an object to have it end in death." Any good thief shied away from murder. In fact if you got wind that someone was around what it was you wanted to lift you waited. Not to say 'you surprised me' killings never happened but they were easily avoided and anyone after a piece from an art collection would have the time and the desire to properly case their target.
"Yoshi was not a security guard. He was a highly trained member of this clan. His disappearance from the scene could have only happened if he was killed and his body hidden. He would not have betrayed us, especially for a few trinkets whose value is in their oddity as opposed to financial worth."
"So you trust he wasn't involved," Cammie said with a nod. It made sense. People could be loyal like that sometimes, could being the operative word. She also assumed a place like this would have a lot of safeguards against a thief joining, working their way up and then just taking what they came for and leaving. For that amount of effort it would have to be more than a few trinkets. Not to mention the murder.
"That makes things complicated... thieves usually take what they can and run. They're not murderers. Well, most of them aren't. There's something else going on here," she muttered the last, thinking.
"Thank you for your time, Yama-san. If there is any information that we develop, you will of course be the first to know." Kevin bowed deeply and stood, pulling the jacket back over the tattoos. They were quickly escorted back to their car and headed out of the complex.
"Hopefully it will be an hour or two before they discover Ichida is currently on the other side of the country." Kevin said as his features morphed back into his normal face. "Killing a highly trained Yakuza guard to steal a shitty trinket? This is all tied into that set of antiques, and whoever wants them is hiring some expert help to get them."
"Yeah, hopefully. I want to be a long ways away when they find out you weren't her. This really does smack of a professional job but this is a lot of trouble to go through. What do the murders have to do with it? That's my question," Cammie said, pulling her hair down and shaking it loose. The sooner she could get out of this crap the happier she'd be, "I guess we'll have to see what the others dug up, but this whole thing fucking stinks."
