Megure is no longer a rookie of the Tokyo MPD, now a full-fledged officer with five years of experience under his belt. During the 5 years the economy has still not fully recovered.
Discontent in Tokyo is still at a high. Leftist union groups have strengthened their grip and membership within the blue-collar sphere of Japan. Rounds of negotiations teeter on a thin string.
The police have failed to bring down the Red Siamese Cats terrorist group who orchestrated the bombing of the Canadian embassy three years ago and claimed responsibility for the murder of a conservative newspaper editor four years ago.
An organisation run by "The Master of shadows" continued its armed robbery spree with police unable to stop them. Utilising unusual means such as escape via hot air-balloons during their robbery of a football stadium and a railway hijacking after a shopping mall ransacking, the public perceives the police as incompetent and incapable of enforcing the law.
Within the downtown of Tokyo late at night, a man desperately sprints down an alleyway as red and blue shadows against the wall chase against him.
"Megure to the left! We'll cut him off!"
Megure dodges to the side, he takes a quick deep breath of the mangy back alley air. He forces an audible exhale, and splits off from the pack down the beaten path.
If this alleyway was like the others built after the war then the suspect needs to run down this path, Megure thinks to himself.
He hides around the corner and peers over, like a predator stalking its prey waiting in the shadows.
Patiently, he waits for the sound of footsteps which intensifies with the shrike of a shrill police whistle.
He kneels to ready himself to charge, and sprints forward to tackle the suspect, carrying him several meters forward before shoving him into the ground.
"Where is the girl? We're not fucking around with a warning. Where is she?" bellowed Megure as he cuffed the man's hands.
The suspect sucks in, and spits at Megure "Get off me, you ain't got shit pig".
He heard a second pair of cuffs click. It was Morimura at the suspect's feet.
"Get up Megure. Take a walk with me. Sato will watch him"
Arm on his shoulder, Megure was walked around the corner almost coerced or forced in some way. He was walked some distance when Morimura turned to him.
"You can head to the car and radio this in, and we'll be there shortly. Or are you in with us on this one? You don't have to do this buddy."
This was an offer, Megure thought. This was a choice between breaking the law or turning a blind eye. This wasn't justice, but he didn't have a choice.
Whatever Morimura had in planned he wanted no witnesses, only accomplices.
Megure had the choice between taking a step into the grey area, into the darkness, forever tainting his own principals or sticking to what he was taught.
There wasn't any hesitation or time to think. Megure made his choice.
"I'm in Galahad. I'm all in. The gloves are off"
"Good choice. Come on. Let's get the answers we're looking for"
In the alleyway, Sato had the man sat up on some rubble. A small trace of blood stained his mouth.
Masayoshi Sato had beaten him severely while they were away.