>     He parked his car a half mile away from the factory.  He waited 
>until the night had set in to head for it.
>     When night finally came, he headed toward the factory.  As he 
>got closer, he started to think.
>     *Why is this one not covered?  Why no front?*
>     It was very disturbing.  Umbrella had usually always had a 
>front for their factories.
>     *I feel like I'm walking into a trap.*
>     When he got closer to the factory, he noted that it also had a 
>facility.
>     *Great, development and production all in one roof.  Security's 
>going o be a bitch.*
>     From were he was, he already noticed some cameras.
>     He crouched down as he got closer to the factory.  The front 
>door had a blast shield down.
>     *Shit!  The delivery has already been made!  No time left.  Got 
>to attack fast.*
>     He ran for the back.  When he reached the back of the 
>buildings, he saw the delivery bay doors, and one was open.
>     *A bloody miracle!*
>     A delivery truck was backing up.  On the delivery platform was 
>five men.  One was directing the truck, and the other four were 
>looking around.  They must have been guards.  One had a machine gun, 
>one had a very long sword, and the other two were bare foot.  
>Martial artists.
>     "Just a few more feet!" the man directing the truck shouted to 
>the driver.
>     *Got to act fast.*
>     "KAMEHAMEHA!"
>
>     It all happened so fast.  One minute, Kenchiro was directing 
>the truck back, the next, a beam of energy hit and killed him.  
>Hironobu was already looking for the intruder, and Nobuo was firing 
>the machine gun at anything that moved.
>     "DIE YOU PIG!" Nobuo shouted.  "DIE P…"
>     Nobuo dropped down dead.
>     "Crap…" Rin bent down and saw a dagger of some kind in Nobuo's 
>back.
>     "Ah!"
>     Rin looked up and saw that the intruder had shown himself.  The 
>person had jumped down on Hironobu, and the two were now fighting.  
>Satoru jumped into the fray.
>
>     "What?"  Satoru looked at where the cry came from and saw that 
>the intruder had jumped on Hironobu.  Hironobu jumped to his feet 
>with great ease and was now fighting the person.  Without thinking, 
>Satoru jumped into the fight.
>     Stupid.
>     The intruder was good.  Too good.  Hironobu and him didn't 
>stand a chance against the intruder.
>     "AGH!"
>     *Can't breathe.  Can't be…happening…*
>     Satoru dropped down, dead.
>
>     *Keep concentrating.  Just fight.  Don't think about how this 
>person's going to kill you.*
>     Hironobu was fighting with great skill, but it wasn't good 
>enough.  The intruder must have had excellent training.
>     *SHIT!  This must be him!*
>     The boss had told them about the one who would try to stop the 
>shipment, but they didn't think the person would show up.  Why 
>should they?  He's from America!
>     *Get your head out of the…SHIT!*
>     The intruder had pulled a dagger out of somewhere, and was 
>preparing to throw it.
>     *Dodge.*
>     Hironobu dodged out of the way of the blade.  He could fell the 
>air rush by him as the dagger shot across the loading dock…
>     …and hit Satoru!  The dagger had hit him in the chest, then 
>Satoru dropped down, almost immediately.
>     *But that shouldn't happen…?  It was on the right side.  It 
>couldn't have hit his heart.  Crap!  It must have collapsed his 
>chest cavity!  This guy's lethal in every sense of the word…*
>     "AH!"
>     Snap!
>
>     Rin just stood there while the intruder fought the others.  He 
>was too scared.  He couldn't beat him.  He'd get in the way.
>     Then it happened.
>     The intruder fired a dagger at Hironobu, but he dodged it and 
>it hit Satoru.  Then, in one quick move while Hironobu was still 
>taking everything in, the intruder sweep kicked Hironobu.  Hironobu 
>fell backwards and landed by the edge of the loading bay, his neck 
>on the edge.  Rin had heard a snapping noise when Hironobu landed.
>     *Dead.  Hironobu.  Satoru.  Everyone's dead.*
>     "OK!  NOW YOU MADE ME PISSED!" Rin cried out, unsheathing his 
>sword and running at the intruder.
>
>     *These guys are a joke!  They must have not thought I'd come 
>half way across the world to stop a shipment.*
>     "OK!  NOW YOU MADE ME PISSED!"
>     *Oh yea.  Sword-boy.  Almost forgot about him…*
>     When he turned around, he saw that the last person had 
>unsheathed his sword.
>     "Impressive…but it's not as big as…"  He paused as he reached 
>over his shoulder and pulled a sword out from under his coat.  
>"…mine…" he teased, waving his sword.
>     The last man had stopped in his tracks.
>     "Fine.  You don't want to make a move?"  He started running at 
>the last guy.  "THEN I  WILL!"
>     The air around them on the loading dock had become a fireworks 
>display, sparks flying everywhere.  One scream later, it was calm 
>once again.
>
>     "Hey, Yoshinori, trucks coming back."  The gate guard turned to 
>his partner.
>     "Ya.  Must have been a small shipment.  Well, open the gate."
>     "Ok Yoshi."
>     "I told you never to call me that, Kuni!"
>     "HEY!  Watch it!"
>     The truck pulled up beside the guard both, and the person 
>inside yelled out something.
>     "What do you want?!" Kunihiko answered.
>     "It sounds like you two are fighting in there," the truck 
>driver said.
>     "Ya, well, it's none of your…"  Yoshinori stopped when he 
>opened the door and was staring straight into the barrel of a 
>shotgun.
>     BAM!
>     BAM!
>
>     Twenty miles down the road, he found the construction of some 
>large building.  So far, only the foundry hole was dug up.
>     *Perfect.*
>     He pulled out a tarp from the truck and laid it out on the 
>floor of the hole.  He always had a large tarp, about a hundred feet 
>by a hundred.  He had gotten the bag from his car when he passed it. 
>  He then rolled the truck down on top of the tarp.  He then started 
>covering the hole using the machine.
>
>     "This is just great.  Car stalls and I have to walk all the way 
>back to town…"  A man walked down the road.  "Hey.  What's this?"
>     He had come across some construction equipment.  Someone was 
>covering a hole.
>     *Wonder what he's doing…*
>     "What're you doing?"
>     "I'm just filling in this hole.  You shouldn't be here.  Please 
>leave." the person said calmly.
>     "Well, do you need some help?"
>     "No, I'm just fine, thank you." the person said, voice still 
>calm.
>     He turned and noticed a truck in the hole.
>     "Hey?  Why are you filling in a hole with a truck in it?"
>     "I have my reasons," the person said, jumping out of the 
>machine, voice still calm.
>     He looked at the truck again and noticed a biohazardous sign on 
>it's side.
>     *I've got to report this…*
>     "Ok, well, I gotta go now…" he said, backing away.
>     "Ok then.  Sayonara," the person's voice still calm.
>     "Sayonara."
>     He started to walk away, then he heard the person shout 
>something from behind.  Something like kamehameha.  Then there was a 
>bright flash of light.  Then there was nothing.
>
>     After throwing the stranger into the hole, he covered it up 
>with dirt and placed a dozen or so trees on top of it.  He then put 
>a sign up, claiming that the site was a national heritage site, and 
>waited for the construction workers to show up.
>     When they did, he told them a phony story on how the building 
>had to be built somewhere else because it was a national heritage 
>site.
>     They bought it.
>     It was a long walk back to his car.
>
>     He had pulled back into town at about dinner time.  He was 
>hungry and needed to eat.  He found his way back to the restaurant 
>he had been to earlier, and turned off his car.  When he got out, 
>someone had landed on top of him.
>     "Hey!  What's happen…"
>     "CURSE YOU RANMA!" the person yelled out at someone, then ran 
>towards a figure a block or two away.
>     "What the heck was that all about?" he said to himself.  He 
>stared harder at the two people, and noticed that the one the other 
>had called Ranma had a ponytail of some kind.
>     *What's that guy fighting the girl?*
>     He walked up to the two.  It was too dark out now, and he 
>couldn't see them clearly.
>     "HEY!  Stop trying to hit that girl!"
>     Almost as if on cue, the two stopped.
>     "What do you mean TRY!?" the one who had landed on him said.
>     "GIRL!" the other shouted.
>     *Crap.  I really have to get used to male and female Japanese 
>names…*
>     The two ran at him, one of them pulling an umbrella out from 
>somewhere.
>     He dodged out of the way of the umbrella, but nearly got kick 
>by the one called Ranma.
>     "Hey!  I don't want to hurt anyone!  I just thought…"
>     "YOU don't want to hurt anyone!?  Well WE do!" the one with the 
>umbrella yelled.
>     In between dodges, he noticed that nobody was walking by.
>     *This must happen a lot.*
>     "Look!  I just say the…" he started.
>     "RANMA!  RYOUGA!  STOP HURTING THAT MAN!" a female voice 
>shouted.
>     *What?*
>     "But Akane…" they both said at once.
>     The two walked off down the street.  About three blocks away, 
>he could see that the two were fighting again.
>     "What was that all about?"
>     "Oh, don't pay attention to them.  They always do fight."
>     He turned and saw the owner of the restaurant standing at the 
>door.
>     "You don't seem to come around from here.  Do you have a place 
>to stay?" she asked.
>     "Um.  Well, actually, no…" he answered.  "I was just going to 
>sleep in my car."  He pointed to his black car.
>     "Well, since you're new in town and don't have a place to stay, 
>if you want, you can sleep on the couch."  She motioned for him to 
>come inside.
>     "Thank you very much."
>
>     After the restaurant was empty, the owner locked the door and 
>brought out some blankets from upstairs.
>     "Do you want some more okonomiyaki?" she asked, putting the 
>blankets on a couch.
>     "Oh, yes please.  Thank you.  How much do I owe you?"
>     "Nothing!  It's on the house!" the owner shouted from the 
>kitchen.
>     A few minutes latter, she appeared from the kitchen, carrying 
>two plates of okonomiyaki.
>     "Why don't you take your glasses off.  It's not that bright in 
>here…"  The owner reached out to grab them, but he shot out his hand 
>and grabbed her wrist.
>     "Sorry, but please leave my glasses alone."
>     "S-sure."
>     After she turned all the lights out, they went to sleep.  She 
>upstairs, and he downstairs.
>     *She's so nice.  If umbrella ever does anything to this city, 
>they'll be sorry.*