This is rated PG-13 - violence and comedy chapter 1 - chapter 2 “Thank you for coming on such a short notice. I’m sure you know the owner of the Star Plaza, Mr. Joseph Star,” a man identified by his I.D. tag as Kentaro Masame spoke. He was a finely dressed man in his late 30’s with reading glasses perched on his nose. “Ah, yes, lead the way,” Kiyonne smiled. Mihoshi was looking around all giddy like. The plaza was truly remarkable, but most people who walk through here don’t bother to notice every single detail of it and point them out with an ‘ooh ooh ooh’ “Shudap, Mihoshi! Please!” Kiyonne grabbed her face, shook her head and groaned. Such a move she nearly copyrighted if that was possible. Upon walking inside the view was even more spectacular. They were brought over to an elevator off to the side. It was mostly glass as well as the shaft allowing tourists to get an even better view while they ride it. Mihoshi got in and turned around. She pointed again off in the distance only to have Kiyonne bang her forehead against the glass in frustration. She turned and grabbed Mihoshi’s collar. “What!?” “You’re scaring me, Kiyonne,” Mihoshi sniffed. Kiyonne sighed and let go. She decided to give in completely. Food and money had been clouding her judgment so sight seeing was not even thought of. She looked where Mihoshi was pointing to see some person off in the distance wearing all black. He or she was sneaking around. Mr. Star really needed body guards and soon. She prayed to herself to whomever to keep this mission from going wrong. When the doors opened, Mr. Kentaro led them out of it. They were now on the fifth floor. Mr. Star’s office awaited them down the hall way. -- “Yuri, do you read me?” Kei asked. “Yes, what it is?” Yuri replied from some distance off. They were talking through their hand earring comlinks. “I was almost spotted, how are things by you?” “Good, don’t worry about it, just carry on with the plan,” “Roger,” -- “Ah, Agents Kiyonne and Mihoshi, welcome to Star Plaza, I trust Mr. Masa was of good service. A stocky business man with short black hair and a strong jaw spoke with a grin. “Yes, so we body guarding you?” Kiyonne spoke. “Ah, to the point, good, yes, I have people out for my life and until I leave tomorrow morning I will need body guards. If you somehow do this without blowing my plaza apart, I will be glad to pay you more than standard.” “Yes, heh, thank you,” Kiyonne was uneasy but understanding. “How long were these people out to get you?” “For a month now, I have had great security for some time now, but with a few of them in sick and a few others wounded from prior attacks, I am short handed. You will accompany me to dinner tonight, dress up and enjoy yourselves,” he smiled from where he sat. “Yay, dress up!” Mihoshi laughed and even hopped once. Kiyonne smiled and bowed in appreciation. They soon were led off to their quarters. Things were running rather smoothly so far and Kiyonne was glad. She knew something had to go wrong, anything at all. This was beginning to drive her mad, but she relaxed and looked over the dresses in her closet. There were some nice red ones and blue ones, traditional Chinese and Japanese, even Western. He had plenty of styles. This evening should be fun and if that is all she can get out of this mission then so be it. Mihoshi jumped for joy having found a nice bright pink one. Kiyonne just rolled her eyes. --- “Go to phase two operations, Kei,” Yuri spoke. “Yeah, ok, but so soon?” “Yes, something is not right around here.”