No, unfortunately this is not a full chapter. This is the two weeks late bogus chapter that I promised to Yo() and Random Review() so that they can leave me a contact address. So, Yo() if you read this (and I know you will) please leave me your email address so I could email you for editing the last few chapters.

As for the full chapter, the progress has been infinitesimal since a friend of mine has managed to dragged me into submitting a story for a game project they a working on. The vote will be done by the end of this week and if I got through, I will have less time to work on this story since I will be in charge of writing a detailed script.

(Frankfurt, 1 March 2006, noon)

A small built Italian man with shoulder length black greasy hair opened his locker with a yank. He took of his full height apron and stuffed it in his duffel bag. He examined his shirt and jeans of splatter of oil and grease, finding none he took out a jacket from the locker and closed it with a thunk. Leaving the lockers, he headed to the back. He saw a plump man with a twirl of mustache stood at a wooden table strategically placed so that the man can observe both the counter table and the kitchen. "Mr Carusso, I am heading out" he announced.

"Okay then, Ronnie. Your performance last night was quite good" he praised. "When will you be having the next one ?"

"The theater is fully booked until next month, so I guess it wouldn't be anytime soon" Ronnie shrugged. "I'll get going then" he waved.

"Oh yeah, there was a man looking for you earlier. I told him that your shift is over and you should be heading home" Carusso blurted. "After that he just left without saying a word. How rude" he frowned.

Ronnie mulled over the news before shrugging and resumed his steps. The back door lead to an alley behind the restaurant that crossed to a main road. He shivered, wore his jacket and headed home.

"Mr Blanc, can I have a few moment of your time" a foreign voice shouted from behind just when Ronnie took a few steps. Ronnie turned around and saw a blond man with sunglasses. "Mr Sagara asked me to find you. Do you have somewhere we can talk in private?"

Ronnie took his time to observe the man from head to toe. "Follow me," he said curtly. He led them to a small outdoor restaurant and took a corner seat. A waiter approach and took their order. Ronnie leaned back and gazed at Sousuke. "You said Sagara send you?" he toned down his voice to lose it among the background music. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Sousuke leaned forward, "I know that Sagara told you to pursue your acting talent. Has it got any better?" he inquired.

"I got some regular practice" Ronnie shrugged. "What do you want?" he asked curtly.

"Your acting skill. I have an assignment that require some acting" Sousuke said.

"Who are you and what kind of assignment?" Ronnie asked suspiciously.

"I am a special forces candidate, currently on the last phase of my selection. It require me to abduct a certain someone, appointed by the committee"

"A real person?" Ronnie ask.

"Probably an agent undercover. I don't know" Sousuke shrugged.

"And how do you want me to help you? By impersonating the target?" Ronnie pursued.

"No, I want you to build a character from ground up" Sousuke replied truthfully.

"How it's going to help your mission?" Ronnie frowned.

"Unfortunately, I can't tell you that" Sousuke gave him a apologetic smile. He leaned forward, "Sagara said that I could trust you. I am not planning to hurt anyone although I might have to break some law. I am willing to pay three times your monthly salary for this". He took a medium sized envelope and pushed it forward. "Use this to procure the equipment you need. Don't use your own since they might have to be discarded afterwards" he warned.

Ronnie opened the envelope and briefly counted the bills. (One thousand dollars, that's about a fourth of my salary). Ronnie bit his lip and took a few minutes to think. "I'm still not comfortable with this" he muttered.

Sousuke drew a deep sigh, "Why don't you try it first. If you don't like it, I promise that you can walk out anytime" he offered.

Ronnie gave Sousuke a deep stare, "All right, when do you want to start?"

"Tomorrow at seven, stand by at Glomangen. There's a telephone booth there, I'll call there. If the phone is in use, I'll call fifteen minutes afterwards and failing that fifteen minutes later," Sousuke instructed.

(End of chapter)

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