A Japanese man whose smile resembled a shark's and whose eyes did not hide the fact that he was nothing more than a thug dressed up in a three-piece suit waited patiently in the reception area of Kazon Mithril. He'd been told at least a dozen times in the hour and a half that he'd been waiting that Mr Kazon was a very busy man and without an appointment, he would most likely not be able to see him.
The thug's command of English wasn't the best but he knew when he was getting the brush off, and his mood had slowly soured as he waited. Finally, after waiting for two hours to see the business man, he stood angrily and thrust the letter written by his oyabun at the first person who happened by. "Give this to Kazon," he growled in broken English, and stalked off, leaving the foundry behind and returning to the Organisation's headquarters in Dockside.
Should Mr Batten ever receive the letter, it would read:
Victor Kazon, Owner, Kazon Mirthril:
My name is Mitsugu Ryu and I am the head of a charitable organisation, headquartered in Kyoto, Japan. Recently, my associates have learned of a plot to interrupt Kazon Mithril's productions, hurt employees, and even hijack shipments. We are prepared to offer our services in order to protect you from this threat. In exchange for a monthly stipend, we will ensure that your employees are safe from harm, your deliveries reach their destinations intact, and your facilities are free from sabotage.
I would like to call on you at your offices soon. Please courteously reply to this letter and inform me of a convenient time for us to meet. I would hate to see such a profitable business such as yours fall into ruin because you did not act right away.
Sincerely,
貢龍
Mitsugu Ryu
The thug's command of English wasn't the best but he knew when he was getting the brush off, and his mood had slowly soured as he waited. Finally, after waiting for two hours to see the business man, he stood angrily and thrust the letter written by his oyabun at the first person who happened by. "Give this to Kazon," he growled in broken English, and stalked off, leaving the foundry behind and returning to the Organisation's headquarters in Dockside.
Should Mr Batten ever receive the letter, it would read:
Victor Kazon, Owner, Kazon Mirthril:
My name is Mitsugu Ryu and I am the head of a charitable organisation, headquartered in Kyoto, Japan. Recently, my associates have learned of a plot to interrupt Kazon Mithril's productions, hurt employees, and even hijack shipments. We are prepared to offer our services in order to protect you from this threat. In exchange for a monthly stipend, we will ensure that your employees are safe from harm, your deliveries reach their destinations intact, and your facilities are free from sabotage.
I would like to call on you at your offices soon. Please courteously reply to this letter and inform me of a convenient time for us to meet. I would hate to see such a profitable business such as yours fall into ruin because you did not act right away.
Sincerely,
貢龍
Mitsugu Ryu