Prologue

"Hai, hai it is Taken care of I made sure of that." A man was standing on the ledge of a building looking at the fiery remains of a car wreck. The man was wearing a black Armani suit, a red dress shirt, black tie, and black dress shoes. He was holding a RPG on his left shoulder and using his right to hold his phone while talking to his employer.

"Yes, I made sure they were all in the car before I took it out. Uhhu, just transfer the money to my account and make sure it is the right amount after all I know what you look like. Alright have a nice evening prime minister."

The man then put the phone away and grabbed his neck skin and ripped his face off and revealed Keitaro Urashima a.k.a the man of a thousand faces in the criminal underworld. He then jumped off the building landing gracefully on the ground leaving the RPG behind and started to walk off. Heading to his motorcycle it was a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R its primary color was red and secondary was black he got on just as an explosion set off.

"Now time to go back and play the fool once again I swear those girls are lucky I think they are beautiful ", he said to himself as he was headed back to the Hinata inn. When he reached the inn he drove to the back at the forested are behind the inn and stopped in front of an old looking shed. He then went in. Inside the old shed was empty to those who does not know what to look for he then walked ten steps forward then side stepped twice he leaned down and put his finger were there was a hole in the floor to bring the board up to reveal a ladder leading down. He carefully got on the ladder slid all the way down.

When he reached the bottom lights started to turn on he turned around and looked at his workspace. One side showed different costumes and faces he used for disguises he used for his 'work'. in the middle were different tool's and gadgets from a voice changer you put on the top of your mouth to a pen that was filled with poison gas to be released after three simultaneous clicks of the pen and it then would spread out to about ten feet. On the other side of the wall were an arsenal of weapons from a classic revolver to a RL-83 Blindside bazooka were hanging on the wall and there was ammo right under.

When he finished looking around he went to a closet and two seconds later came out wearing his normal clothes of long sleeved shirt with a short white sleeve shirt and jeans with worn out sneakers and his big rimmed glasses. He walked up to a piece of the wall and pressed a section of it there was a sound of a click and a section of the wall moved to reveal a hole he then crawled in after a few minutes of twisting and turning also climbing and he reached a painting and pushed forward it than slid out of the way.

He stepped out and looked around and saw no one he then walked to his room to rest thinking of how he would 'accidently' touch one of the girls tomorrow.