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In Osaka, Tokyo Akira was in a butcher shop. He worked for the Yakashi Clan which is part of the Yakuza. He was Japanese of medium height, and had long brownish red hair. He was wearing a blood red suit with sunglasses on. Akira walked around the shop staring at the owner. The owner was old and had wrinkles on his face. He stood behind the counter scared and holding a butchers knife pointing it at Akira.
"Where is the money old man" said Akira while resting on the counter.
"I-I don't have it…." said the owner moving farther away from Akira.
"You don't" said Akira with a little chuckle. "Well that is just to bad. You will just have to pay with something else." Akira quickly jumped over the counter and grabbed the owners hand. He slammed it on the counter. Forcing the owner to drop the knife. Akira pulled out switch blade and put it to the owners hand. He pressed down on his wrist causing him to make a little cut. The owner let out a scream of pain and grabbed his arm.
"Will you pay?" said Akira pressing down on the blade more.
"YES! p-please…….stop….." The owner used his other hand and pointed to a small bag. Akira let go of the owner and put the blade back in his pocket. The owner fell to the ground holding his wrist with tears streaming from his eyes. Akira grabbed the small bag and looked inside. A small grin grew on his face while he pulled out the cash and counted it. He put the money in a pocket and walked out the shop. Akira walked down the street when his cell rang. He picked it up and started to speak.
"Hello" Akira said while trying to cross the street.
"Hey man." said the person.
"What up Ryu?" said Akira. Ryu was a good friend of Akira who he worked with in the Clan.
"We have something for you to do." Akira could tell that he sounded serious. "You must go to the United States. We believe that your father's killer is there. Our branch there will help you anyway it can. We have a contact there by the name of... Logan. He is an expert assassin, but the Snow Mountain Triad is after him. Help him out a little. But it doesn't seem like he will need it."
"ok." said Akira.
"Your plane ticket is in your house." said Ryu. "quickly pack your cloth and go." Before he knew it Akira had already hung up. He was running down the street. He ran into his house and grabbed a bag. He started grabbing cloth and throwing it in the bag. He grabbed his sword of the wall and ran out toward the airport. He would finally be able to find his fathers killer and silence them.