Walking in the doors of unnamed, unlabelled facility. Approached the desk and the receptionist greeted.
"Good evening, how can I help you?" handing the card over the counter as she read it, the small inscription above the address. Rose her gaze and asked softly.
"You do realize, you were meant to be here at ten? It is only eight." Pointing to the clock over her left shoulder.
"I understand but I couldn't wait no longer." She sighed, picked up the phone. "Your ten o'clock appointment has arrived earlier then scheduled."
Placing the phone down, stood up and requested kindly. "This way, sir."
Tilted his head confusedly glance but followed as she retrieved a fresh glass of water then instructed.
"Drink this please and you will be attended momentarily sir. Please sit down here if you will."
The man did as told and waited. Ten seconds later, after the receptionist sat down and resumed with her filing. Another woman walked out, beautiful japanese woman who she refers herself as mistress K, approached the man and said.
"Come with me."
The man followed as he placed the glass down and the door closed behind them. Walking through the white corridor and finally entered a room, filled with black and red tapestry. Candles flickered.
"Wait here." mistress K instructed, turned on his heel and walked away. Leaving the room, closing the doors.
"State your name." Mr O requested.
"Dalton walker."
"What is your purpose, Dalton walker?"
"A girl." Dalton replied, continued standing in the centre of the room.
"A girl? Any specific type of girl?" Mr O asked.
"Yes, a dream girl. Wife material." Dalton lowered, looking around the room for a second and wondered why it is so dark. Mr O chuckled, placed a glass of vodka on the table in view for Dalton to see. Raised his brow curious, yet sweat covered his forehead and ran down his temple.
"Come, sit." Mr O insisted. "Have a drink." he offered. Dalton walked to the table, and asked. "Where is the chair?"
Mr O sighed and replied. "Kneel on the cushion."
Dalton still didn't understand how anyone could sit on a cushion. Or kneel. Mr O glared under the shadowed room, and instructed deeply harsh.
"Just plant your ass on on the cushion if you will."
Dalton finally sat down, crossed his legs.
"Now, as we were discussing. Oh yes, what did she do?" he asked.
"She don't know I exist." Dalton answered, lowering his head.
"So what do you expect me to do?" Mr O wondered, drinking his saki. Dalton reached for the glass and said.
"She has some kind of guy that dressed in a trenchcoat."
"I see." paused a second, placed his cup down and stood up. "Something speaks potential about you."
"What do you mean?" Dalton tilted his head alittle, and glanced to the take of a folded piece of paper, pushed toward him. Taking it and read the address.
"Go to the address and join this organisation. Ask for Richardson Goode."
Dalton placed the glass down, stood up and walked out. Few minutes later, Karai walked in and said. "Everything is in motion and all going to plan "
He glanced his daughter, stood up and walked to her. Caressed Karai's cheek with the back of his fingertips. Softly, whispering instructed.
"Pack up, clean up. Leaving tonight, leave no trace."
Karai nodded, walked out. Oroku glanced the photograph of his terrapin enemies.
"You can run but can't hide. I will find you and have my revenge."
