Watanabe had no difficulty finding Haruka Tenoh. Hiroshi Kaioh had directed him to Mugen High School, and he had identified the target in two minutes. He had gotten hold of a school uniform and he had blended in well enough to get one of the girls to give him Haruka's locker number. Watanabe found Haruka after class, about to pick up her books. Watanabe casually edged to her side and propped himself against the locker beside her.
"Hey Tenoh. I heard you had a race tonight?"
"Do I know you?" Haruka pulled out her books and shut the locker.
"I'm in your class, man."

Haruka thought about that for a moment. She didn't notice much in class. She was usually too engrossed in a magazine or staring at Michiru's legs to pay attention to anything else.
"Oh yeah! I remember now," Haruka lied, slapping him hard on the back. "What's you name again?"
"It's Watanabe." He figured that there were probably multiple boys in the class with his name, so he decided that it wouldn't hurt anything to be honest. After all, she wouldn't be around much longer.

"Well, have you seen Michaud? Miss Kaioh?"
"Nah. She's been gone two days, huh? She's never even late. I wonder if there's wrong with her."
"Yeah, I know. I hope she's alright."
"Hey, man- I thought you two was together."
Haruka truly took her attention off of books for the first time.
"W-what do you mean? Michaud would never even consider me."
"Come on! Be a man, Tenoh! You don't need to hide it. If she were mine, that'd be all I talked about."

Haruka stuffed her books into her bag.
"You know, I really need to get going. Practice starts in half an hour."
"All right. I guess I'll see you after the race," Watanabe suggested. He would indeed be seeing her.
"Yeah, sure."
Then Haruka was off. Watanabe had specifically been told that Haruka was well trained in an array of martial arts and combat techniques. He had been told that it would be best to be at least a little familiar with her. Haruka would know if he was sneaking up behind her, but it wouldn't matter if it were only somebody she knew.

Watanabe followed Haruka outside of the building, got into his car, and drove off to his current apartment. It was a small place, but he was only staying there until the cops had released the last case. Hajime paid him well, and Hiroshi found a new grudge almost every day, so he had at least one job a month. Hiroshi had already given him twice the amount of money for a normal job for just agreeing to get rid of Haruka. He could be a very generous man. Watanabe waved amiably to the elderly woman who lived across from him and stepped through his door. He sat down on his leather couch and began to plot the demise of his target.

If Watanabe attacked Haruka up close, she would find away to use his attack against him. He couldn't use a gun; Hiroshi had instructed that it must look like an accident. A gun would be far too messy. Poison would be difficult. Drowning might work. He had heard that Haruka wasn't good in water, and while full of champagne after her victory, he supposed it wouldn't seem too suspicious if she was found floating in her tub. Hiroshi had gotten a key to Haruka's front door, so it wouldn't be a challenge to break in, since there was no surveillance. Watanabe was satisfied. He stretched out on the couch and slept until the race was nearly finished. Then he got back on the road, fully prepared to get the job done.