Ihope Terry doesn't snap Yag's neck lmao

(Did he see us?)

(nope… he's busy working on a dude.)

(Whoa… you mean… he kil-)

(Ah yuck, he keeps throwing up… shit man. Go out there and stop him!)

Terry glanced down at the two Japanese men quietly bickering beside him, and sighed. They were all crouched on the dusty ground near the entrance of a narrow alleyway, and Iori was laying on the floor - observing their target through a set of binoculars. He primarily provided commentary in Japanese, but switched to English whenever Terry poked him in the back.

"Yagami, do you see him?"

"Yup. He's not gonna move for a bit… (Kusanagi, how should we attack?)"

(You're asking me?)

(Well I've never fought him before… )

Terry grumbled as his translator failed to translate anything, and stood straight to brush the dust off his jeans. He carefully climbed over his unhelpful companions (he accidentally kicked Kyo - patted an apology, and stepped on Iori - who turned to glare at him) and peeked around the corner.

There.

Freeman… the strange amalgamation of three entities, was currently hunched over the body of his latest victim. The man… no… creature was gaunt, almost unrecognizable from a couple of days ago, and seemed to be attempting to nourish itself with his victim's innards. How could he have become so emaciated over such a short period of time? Terry had no idea. Even so - although Freeman appeared dangerously frail, it was clear he still retained some kind of monster strength, judging by the state of his victim, who had been bludgeoned into nothing more than a pulpy mash. Terry wrinkled his nose at the vile sight, it made it all the worse that Rock was in there... somewhere.

Rocky… are you okay?

Behind him, Kyo and Iori continued to converse. Terry noticed that Kyo hadn't actually peeked out to look at the scene yet. Maybe he was squeamish? Maybe he didn't need to. Iori had probably given him ample description of what was going on in that alleyway. They continued chattering.

(Sounds like a plan... should we go get him already? Shit man… I think I'm gonna need a feeding tube or something once I get back in there. What the hell did Riot do to me?)

(Didn't you just say he keeps throwing up? That'll do it.)

(Huh… yeah.)

Iori's tone was rather nonchalant. He didn't seem disturbed by what he was observing in great detail through binoculars. It was as if the gory scene was something fairly pedestrian to him. Terry frowned down at the man currently inhabiting his son's body. His mind flew back to several months ago, when Rock called him over the phone - frantic over the idea his employer might have been a serial murderer. At the time, Terry had brushed off the possibility… but Rock's still working with him… so surely not...

Well… now wasn't a good time to address that…

"Hey Bogard,"

Terry blinked back into reality as he heard his native language. Iori was still laying at the ground, binoculars pushed against his face, as he translated the instructions Kyo was feeding him. Kyo had turned toward Terry and was making complicated hand motions whilst speaking Japanese. He pointed at the fire escape.

"Climb up the fire escape and get ready to jump down and grab that bastard. Careful that you don't get scratched. Knock him as quick as you can. I'm gon-...Kusanagi's gonna charge him head on and distract him. Give me a signal when you're in position. Questions?"

Also, Rock has not yet disclosed to Terry what had happened during tour. He didn't intend to at all.

Terry also doesn't believe Yag is a serial murderer and really kills people that often... which... kinda doesn't work so well since Mary would prolly spill beans...

It's a bit of a problme for me tbh.

because I don't really want Terry breaking Yag's neck