Lewis left the subway and entered the foggy streets of Tokyo's outskirts. Here, he saw a dark-blond girl in her late teens, exiting a bar. Back in the USA, there's an age restriction to drinking alcohol, but not in Japan. Still, the sight of that never seized to amaze him. To any American, this would be outrageous. It made Lewis wonder, seeing as Japan seems to be more of a free country than the US was, did they fight the last great war out of jealousy rather than anything else? The thought didn't last very long, as he suddenly saw the girl get into a car. A thought occured to him, that a person who just left a bar and drives after is usually bad news. He kept his eyes fixed on her, looking for signs of her being drunk. She thought about putting on her seatbelt, checking her mirrors, actually looking if it's safe to drive... she seemed too lucid to be drunk. Unfortunately for him, the girl noticed him staring at her. Knowing he couldn't hear her at that distance, she made a few gestures, as if to ask: "What?", to which Lewis just turned and walked away. It's never easy to do the right thing. There's a lesson he learned that night.
Later that night, Muchael visited Lewis' hotel room: "I just got word from our bosses."
"That was quick." Lewis replied, as he let Michael in.
"So was their discussion." Michael said, "The good news is, they decided to let you in our services."
"All right!" Lewis quite nearly exclaimed.
"The bad news it, they believed Luke about that man you killed." Michael added.
"They what?" Lewis couldn't believe it.
"They don't think you're ready to fight any bloodsuckers." Michael explained.
Lewis sighed: "So I'm pretty much useless to them."
"Not exactly." Michael said, "Those twings you saw before, they never fight, but they do a great clean-up job."
"Is that what they want me to do?" Lewis asked, though he sounded like he already knew the answer, "Clean-up after others?"
"No." Michael replied, just as he took a file from under his jacket, "There's someone out there that they want to keep a closer eye on. And they want you to do it."
Michael gave Lewis the file, but Lewis didn't take it into his hands: "They want me to babysit someone?"
"Not just anyone." Michael said, "That man you killed earlier, whether he was or wasn't a bloodsucker doesn't matter anymore, as he's not the only one."
"Yes, I already knew that." Lewis replied.
"Not the only one in this area, I mean." Michael made himself more clear, "And we have reason to think that this person has something to do with it."
Lewis felt like there was something Michael wasn't telling him: "And this person would be...?"
Michael thrust the file into Lewis' hands: "Read it and find out."
With this, Michael decided to leave, but not before adding: "The twins will come by in the morning with fitting clothes for your new assignment."
Having said that, he shut the door behind him as he left.
Lewis wasn't entirely pleased with this, but he had no choice but to go throuwh with this. He opened the file, where he immediately saw a picture of the one he was supposed to look after. Seeing that face, he sighed deeply, as he realized this situation couldn't possibly get any worse.