>     Night.  The sweet blackness of the night sky.  So cool.  So 
>relaxing.  So deceiving.
>     The highway was barren.  A barren battlefield.  A battlefield 
>of good against evil.  But who was on which side?  It's so hard to 
>tell.  Your best friend could be a spy for the other side.  That's 
>why he never bothered to make friends.
>     *Which side am I on?*
>     It was twelve after two when his car pulled up to the maximum 
>security facility.  He was just about to walk to the front door when 
>he remembered that Trent would be at his office.
>     *Damn.  Across the street.*
>     He drove across the street and walked to the trunk of the car.  
>Opening it up, he pulled out a suitcase.
>     *Who should I be tonight?*
>     He laughed as he thought it.
>
>     "Hello sir.  How long will you be tonight?" the guard asked.
>     "Um…I'd say about an hour."
>     "Ok.  Here's your access card sir," the guard handed him an ID 
>card.
>     "Thank you."
>     "Have a good night sir."  The guard picked up a receiver after 
>the man in a lab coat left.  "Mr. Trent?  Someone from the lab is 
>coming up to see you."
>     "Thank you Jim."
>
>     "Why do you always use a lab coat to get in here?" Trent asked 
>him after he closed the door.
>     "Because I always have one extra," he laughed.  "There's a 
>delivery somewhere.  Where is it?"
>     "Delivery?" Trent answered.
>     "Yes.  I heard it over a headset conversation."
>     "Where'd you get the headset?"
>     "Have you heard about the factory yet?"
>     "HA!  You got one from there!  You're in luck.  Those are 
>highest level security headsets.  You can get every transmission 
>with those!" Trent smiled.  The first time in weeks.  "That is 
>unless they change it.  They sometimes do that after you've hit 
>anything.  You know…just in case…"
>     "Ok.  Great.  But where's the delivery.  I have to be there," 
>he took a step toward Trent.
>     "Ah…yes…You know the deal though.  I can't just tell you 
>everything.  You have to figure it out on your own…"
>     "But you have to give me a clue."
>     "Too true," Trent smiled again.  He liked making up riddles.  
>"This time I'll give you a clue.  Not a riddle.  I haven't given you 
>a clue in the longest time.  Ok, but first lets have something to 
>drink.  Coffee?"
>     "No thank you.  Water if you have any?"
>"Certainly!  Still won't try it?"
>     "No."
>     "Not even a sip of beer?  Wine?  Nothing?"
>     "That stuff will kill you."
>     "What?!" Trent laughed out loud.  "And killing Re3's won't?"
>     "Yea.  I see your point," he laughed.  "Location?"
>     "You know what?  I'm getting tired.  Take this and leave…" 
>Trent handed him a folder.
>     "Good night, Trent."
>     "Good night, you."
>     They both laughed.
>
>     Night was beginning to turn into day.  It was time to sleep.
>     He pulled into a motel.
>
>     *Ok, lets see what Mr. Trent gave me this time…?*
>     he opened the folder.  Inside were pictures of a new facility.  
>Pictures of blueprints.  But nothing to suggest where it was, until 
>he looked at the last picture.  It was a mountain.
>     *Trent's slipping.  That one's easy.  It's Mt. Fuji.*
>     He smiled, but only for a moment…then the reality of the 
>location donned on him.
>     *JAPAN?!?!*
>
>     "Flight number 2964 is now boarding at…"
>     *Time to leave.*
>     "Hello sir," the flight attendant said, taking his ticket and 
>handing it back to him.  "Enjoy your stay in Resaillies."
>     "Thank you."
>
>     "I need to pick up my car."
>     "What car?"
>     "There was supposed to be a car delivered here last night."
>     "You are an American?"
>     "Yes."
>     "You speak pretty good Japanese for an American."
>     "Thank you.  Now my car?"
>     "Like I said, we never got a car last night."
>     The harbor manager stood up and looked over his many boats 
>through the glass.
>"You're lying to me.  I don't like it when people lie to me."
>     "Why would I lie?" the manager sat back down and pressed a 
>secret button.
>     "What?"
>     A door opened and four men walked in, obviously the managers 
>bodyguards.
>     "Take him outside," the manager pointed to him.
>
>     "I said he was lying…" he said as he drove out of the harbor.  
>He'd found his car in a secret garage.
>     "Get back here!" a bloody figure shouted from the front door to 
>the harbor offices.
>     He pulled out a handgun.
>     "OH SHIT!"  The figure ran back inside.
>     BAM!
>     The bullet shot through the air.
>     BOOM!
>     The bullet hit a drum barrel.  The barrel exploded.
>     "Now off to find the facility."
>
>     "Thanks," he said as he was handed some kind of food.  "What is 
>this?"
>     "Okonomiyaki," the waitress answered.
>     "I was wondering if you could tell me something," he asked.
>     "Yes?"
>     "Do you know where I can find a factory of some kind?"
>     "Oh yes.  They built one not too long ago just outside the 
>city," she answered.
>     "Thank you.  Say, I couldn't help but notice that you seem to 
>be the only one working here.  Is that right?"
>     "Yes.  That's right.  I'm the owner and operator of this 
>restaurant."
>     After finishing his okonomiyaki, he left the restaurant and 
>hopped into his car.
>     When he reached the edge of town, he saw a sign.
>     "You are now leaving Nerima"
>     And as the owner of the restaurant had said, he saw a factory 
>just a few miles down the highway.
>     *I hope I'm not too late.*