CHAPTER 4
Vernon Dursley was awoken by Stanio poking him in his forehead.
"Oy. We're 'ere. Get up."
Vernon sat up. The beds were comfortable, but his back still ached. Vernon stretched, grabbed his cooler and broken broomstick, and stood up.
"Before I go, do you know anywhere I can get this broom fixed?"
"Can' be done. Once a broom like that's broken, it's broken. You'll 'ave to buy a new one in Diagon Alley."
"Diagon Alley. Is that in England?"
"It's in London, yeah. Were 'ave choo been livin'?"
Vernon ignored him and stepped off the boat. It sped off into the distance and disappeared. He finally got a good look around. He was definitely in Japan. From the looks of things, it was Tokyo. Tall buildings sprawled for what looked like miles. Vernon looked around and saw a nearby building, with the Sony logo on the side. He opened his cooler and grabbed a small device out. He knew what he must do.
Two guards stood on either side of the Sony headquarters. They looked up and down the streets. People hurried past, but nobody suspicious. Then they saw a giant, intimidating man, walking right towards them. Right as they were about to stop him, the large man turned away. They breathed a sigh of relief. Despite being security guards of a major tech company, they didn't get much action. Facing up against a big man like that was a bit frightening. So they continued to mull over the close encounter in their minds, filled with such relief that they didn't even notice the loud drilling sound coming from behind them.
Vernon Dursley crawled through a hole in the wall to a room behind the front desk, his miniature Grunnings Wall-Buster 1000-Speed Drill in hand. He broke down the door of the room, ran to the elevator, and pressed the "up" button. He waited for a few seconds before dashing over to the stairs. Vernon ran up the stairs to the top floor of the building. He exited and quickly found an office labeled "Norio Ohga: CEO".
Vernon body-slammed the door and saw a stunned man in his early sixties, sitting at a desk. Vernon realized how crazy he must look, holding a drill, dragging around a cooler and broken broomstick, dressed in only his nightgown.
"Give me," growled Vernon "a Playstation."
The man stared at Vernon.
"Ok," the man said in a heavy Japanese accent. "I give you prototype. Here."
The man brought the console out from behind his chair as he pushed a button under the desk. Vernon took the Playstation. It was heavy. It reminded him of Dudley. As he held it, a team of security officers ran into the office. Vernon looked at them, then back at Mr. Ohga. He weighed his options. To think, he came this far, only to fail here.
Then he looked at the big picture window behind the desk.
He ran towards Mr. Ohga, leapt over the desk, and slammed his girth against the glass. The window shattered and Vernon tumbled twenty-two stories to the street below.