Plotting a Revenge
The Dealer sat in his plush, leather chair, but its surroundings didn't match its ornate feel. He was underground, surrounded by pipes and cement, and his fellow Tokyo undergrounders All thinking, all wanting the same thing, the same conclusion, a triumph. But so far, they were the defeated, the losers, the humiliated, but that would change soon, very soon.
"So, we have all arrived here, in this hell hole," they looked around, agreeing, knowing they deserved more, "for the same reason, revenge." They smiled, some laughed, others hadn't shown emotion in their entire life, but their eyes flamed with rage. The Dealer stood, his anger shown in his stance. "We have been pushed and pushed. Well now, we will do the pushing. We will be the conquerors." They cheered and laughed. The man sat down in his chair, his face stern. "But a plot must be created, a revenge planned." They silenced, their faces as still as their leader's. "Our time is at hand, but we must earn this time, and hopefully, with this time, will come respect. We will retrieve from this underground pit and come to the streets, bringing all that we have, and whoever stands in our way, well," chuckles from the crowd, "we all know what will happen." The men sat together, discussing, plotting, creating the greatest plan Tokyo has ever seen and in only four days, that plan would be executed, for all the World to see.