Operation THREE
Entry ONE
My Loving Eyes
667 Wellington Private Cres.
New York, NY, USA
September 6th, 2312
The night was crisp but not cool, for humidity seemed not to enjoy occupying the same space as A-LAWS and had fled the premise early into the evening upon the gala opening its doors to the top brass, bow ties and tuxedos pressed and free of any blemishes. From the entrance to the large estate, Mr. Bushido watched limo after limo pull up slowly, anticipatingly, waiting for the right moment to let loose its occupants. They all became a steady blurr after a while, but the blond man kept at it, cobalt eyes honed and keeping track of all the Captains, Colonels and Majors to set foot inside the party.
His hand grabbed for his keys and turned the car off absentmindedly, silence falling heavy over the road he rested on save for the sounds coming from the party. It did not deter Mr. Bushido, though; He was watching and waiting for a specific person to show up and he didn't want to miss him. He'd heard from his colleagues (at a great distance, so not to seem suspicious) that one of the higher ups had let his nephew come aboard on special permission, and coincidentally this nephew had been a technical advisor at his prime when the Union was still established.
Mr. Bushido froze, if but for a split second, as the man in question rose from a limo alongside another man, both of their broad shoulders matching the other's perfectly. The only difference in their stance belonged to the smaller – though both of them were clearly over six feet tall – of the two, which was noticeable with the slight droop in his shoulders and the long ponytail that swept over angled shoulderblades.
He watched from afar, not deterred by the breeze that blew his hair in front of his eyes. He recognized this man immediately, even if he didn't want to. Memories, disjointed from his current alias, surfaced as he watched Billy Katagiri look over his shoulder to one of the party guests, smiling appreciatingly at the young woman who approached him. She latched onto his arm immediately. Mr. Bushido could tell straight away that it was forced happiness the older man was putting on for the woman, and felt relieved.
He wasn't being replaced, not just yet.