(1. Andrew H. Coel
2. Fullcircle420@aol.com
3. Into The Crosshairs:Introduction: A View To A Killer
4. Regular Fan Fiction
5. A seemingly unrelated character makes a hit in a nightclub. A rather gruesome one at that. What does this death mean for Tenchi and Crew?...)
OFFICIALLY UNOFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters of Tenchi Muyo!. I just added them into my story to add plot. They are owned by Pioneer and AIC. I am not looking for a lawsuit, so don't sue me. Thank you. And now...

Introduction-A View to a Killer

The smell of marijuana smoke and perspiration flooded Seaguar Haphin's nose as he entered the dark nightclub. The smoke from the reefers instantly reminded him of his younger days. Damn, he though, wish I could still get a buzz off that stuff. Just as his mind started to wander, a large, thick armed man stopped him in the lobby before the main room of the club.
"Got a reason for coming here?" the bouncer said in a non-questioning tone.
"You got a reason for stopping me from entering?"
"I see a scar, I don't like scars,'' said the bouncer, looking towards the scar running from the back of Haphin's jaw bone down along the back of his neck.
"Why not?" Seaguar said, genuinely curious.
"Cuz scars might mean you do some fighting, and if you start to scrap, then that means ill have to get my hands dirty prying you off someone."
"Well, the scar was from a motorcycle accident, and I haven't gotten into a real fight since high school." Both of these statements were lies, because the scar was from a pissed acquaintance to one of Haphin's "clients" that was wielding a high energy knife and didn't like the fact that Haphin had popped his friend, and he never got in any fights in high school, just afterwards.
"Hmmm," hummed the bouncer as he seemed to think. "Fine then, you're in, but if you fight, I swear, ill kick your ass so hard..."
Seaguar never heard the end of the sentence, for he was inside before the bouncer could finish. He had to admire his down right cunning ability to keep the guard talking so he wouldn't do a frisk. That would ruin a lot of things for a lot of people if his dual pistols were found.
As he made his way through the crowd of people, he pulled off the layer of fake skin underneath his eye, revealing six tiny, neatly tattooed tears in a cluster on the upper inside of his right eye.
The flashing strobe lights and the waving bodies of dancers almost cloaked the door Seaguar was looking for. The door read in white letters EMPLOYEES ONLY-KEEP OUT. Ignoring the sign, Seaguar turned the knob and gave a slight push on the door. The door gave with little resistance. The room that he entered was dimly lit with only a single light hanging from the ceiling. A small stairway lead up a story into a brightly lit hallway. All of a sudden, Seaguar's attention was focused on a man with a gun pointed at him at a desk next to the doorway.
"Do you read signs?"
Ignoring the question, Seaguar said in a low voice, "I need to see the head of the club, something's up with a delivery he made for alcohol. I need to have his and only his signature and an approved liquor license."
"Got any credentials to prove who you are?" the man said, not letting the gun budge from it's target.
"I am off duty right now, I just though I'd swing by to clear this up before the delivery is made."
The man seemed to think for a moment, much like the bouncer had a little while before. "Well, I think the boss is busy. And if he is busy, he doesn't like to be disturbed."
"Why don't you go check if he's busy?''
"Why don't you go to hell, you stupid prick. The boss don't like to see people like you making his joint look bad. Here, go have some fun," the man said and threw Seaguar a handful of change from his desk. The man quickly laughed at his own joke, lowering his gun just a tad, just out of the line of fire.
Seaguar acted with uncanny speed, quickly unholstering one of his small silenced blaster pistols. Without a moment of hesitation, he pulled the trigger on the small gun, sending a blue flash of light at the man at the desk's head. The charge hit just below the left eye, making a clean hole right through the back of the man's head. The heat from the blast had made the man's eye explode, shooting tiny drops of clear puss around the room. A small splatter mark of blood stained the wall, and more came pouring down the man's cheek. Not a full head shot, Seaguar though in his head, but a lethal one. He then began ascending the steps to a room above where muffled talk could be heard while the man behind the desk's head fell on to his own lap and slowly became engulfed in a pool of his own blood.
Two doors down from the stairway was the source of the talking. Seaguar walked quietly to it and pressed his ear to the door to listen in on the conversation. He then dug in his pocket for a picture of the man he hoped to find on the other side. After a second or two, he pulled the picture out and studied it for a moment. He read the type on the bottom of the picture, "NAME: Henry Wickerman, CLASS: Dangerous, possibly armed, TYPE: Aln 5, Power: 1700 (max). Dangerous, he thought quickly, better take it sort of carefully. The way the guy out front greeted me, he is probably worse.
Turning the knob on the door seemed to shut everyone up in the room. As Seaguar stepped inside, a man's voice bellowed, "Don't you know how to kno-Who the hell are you?"
Seaguar looked at the two men in the room and said, "I need to see Mr. Wickerman alone."
The man in the photograph that Seaguar had turned around to acknowledge Seaguar's presence.
"What the hell do you want," he said in a big shot type of way.
"I need to see you, now".
"What do you think you own the place, you think you can jus-," Seaguar cut him off.
"If you do not choose to see me, then I will have to force you to," Seaguar said in his most calm voice.
"Uh-oh," said Wickerman sarcastically, "we got a tough guy on our hands."
The other man at the table piped up, "I wouldn't mess with him, boss."
"Why not, he doesn't look so big."
"Boss, I've seen those tear drop tattoos before. Trust me, if he's got that many, don't-"
Wickerman, as if he had just noticed the tattoos, suddenly went wide-eyed and muttered, fear clearly in his voice, "Oh, shit."
At that exact second, both of Seaguar's hands went right to his shoulder holsters. The small gun coming up first and shooting first, hitting right below Wickerman's chin, leaving a clean wound, then the second, larger blaster pistol came up right behind in, hitting just left of the first wound, destroying one side of Wickerman's neck. Wickerman's hand came up to grab the remains of his neck before flopping over on the table in front of him.
Putting the guns back into their respective holsters, Seaguar walked to where Wickerman lay and reached into the bloody, ragged skin of his severed neck and grabbed on to a small metal football shaped device with many wires sticking out of one side. The man in the other chair was stiff with fear, and was past speechlessness. Seaguar dug in his pocket for a small veil and stuck the metal object into it. The veil sealed and Seaguar placed it into his pocket. He shot a glance at the petrified man across the table.
"I'm sorry to put you through something like this, but it was my job, and you were at the wrong place at the wrong time," Seaguar said in a calm voice, "Be sure to have yourself a nice evening," he said and he strolled out the door.
On his way into the chaos of the dance floor, he found the body of the man at the desk. Seaguar looked at him, reached in his pocket and said mockingly, "I had my fun, you keep the change," and walked out, never to be seen by any of the people in that club again.

Yup, well that's the intro to the story. No Tenchi and crew yet, but they will come. But you must ask, who is this evil person? Is Tenchi and the gang next on his hit list? Looks like you have to read on! I must warn you now though, if you got through this whole chapter and still expect a love story with Tenchi and Ryoko/Ayeka, don't count on it. That's for the sequel (opps!). But if you did like this, read on. I'll put the next chapters up when I finish them. I'll put time line stuff and other things on the next one, since there is no Tenchi or anyone in this story yet. Send all questions, comments, and criticisms to Fullcircle420@aol.com. P.S., identify the mail if you send it so I don't think its porn or other spam. Thank you and read on.