>     "Crap, where are they?  AND WHAT DID HE JUST SAY!" he shouted 
>out.
>     "Geez, calm down!  He just said the next matches…"
>     He turned around and saw a man with braided blonde hair and 
>purple eyes.
>     "Who's up now?"
>     "I don't know…I didn't catch it all.  Some person named Mikami 
>and some other guy…"
>     "Ya, well thanks anyway…"  He started to walk away.
>     "Once again!  Last call for Noname-san!" came a voice on the 
>loud speaker.
>     "Shit!" he ran for the center ring.
>
>     "I knew it!  He chickened out!"  Mikami-san stood at center 
>ring, patiently waiting for his target.  He looked down at his belt, 
>checking the safety on his gun.  When he looked up, a figure jumped 
>over the audience and into center ring.
>     "Good!  Noname-san made it to the ring.  You two know the 
>rules…go for it!" the referee said to them both.
>     "I see you made it.  I thought you'd chicken out."  Mikami-san 
>looked at his target and grinned.  "No comment?  Too bad…any last 
>words?"
>     "Leave now, and I promise I won't kill you…"
>     "Heheheh…Let me think about this…"
>
>     "Let me think about this…"  The assassin looked up at the roof 
>of the tent as is thinking it over.  "NO!"  As he shouted out the 
>words, Mikami pulled out his gun and fired it to where he was 
>standing…
>     *BAM*
>     …But he wasn't there.  At the last second, he jumped up and 
>onto one of the tent wires.  When Mikami looked up, he jumped off 
>the wire, backflipped, and…
>     "KAMEHAMEHA!"
>     …Shot out a beam of energy which he had been storing for 
>fifteen minutes.  When the beam hit, Mikami-san only wobbled a bit.
>     "HA!  That your best shot?  How pathetic!"
>     *Shit…*
>     "I thought you were Umbrella's biggest pain!  How 
>disappointing…"
>     *BAM*
>     He dodged the bullet again, and pulled out his backup plan…
>     *Never did use one of these…*
>     Mikami dropped the gun and started attacking him.  He easily 
>avoided the punches, but then Mikami let his guard down and he 
>acted.  Mikami performed a spin kick at him, but he jumped over 
>Mikami, dropping his coat on Mikami's head.
>
>     "What the…"
>     *His jacket?  He throws his jacket on me?*
>     Mikami ripped off the coat from his head and spun around to 
>face his target.
>     "?"
>     A red ball shot out at him and sailed past him.
>     "Bad aim…"
>     Mikami was silenced when the ball shot around to the other side 
>and back around his neck, a string attached to the ball.
>     *Choking…yo-yo…strangling…can't…breathe…*
>     Mikami grabbed at his neck, but the string was too tightly 
>rapped around his neck that he couldn't get his fingers around the 
>string.
>     "I warned you…" were the last words he heard.
>
>     He looked down at the strangled Mikami.  Mikami's face a blank 
>look.  He bent down and took Mikami's pulse.
>     "Still breathing…" he muttered to himself.  He stood up and 
>pulled out his lighter and flicked it on.
>     *They won't mind him a bit burned…*
>     Just as he leaned closer to Mikami, he remembered a report he 
>saw once.
>-Report 1688439
>     Japan operations going fine.  No biological facilities yet, but 
>are expected by the end of next year.  Mikami heading pharmaceutical 
>operations…-
>     That was the important part of the document.  Mikami was a head 
>man.  What circle he was in was the mystery now.  He tried picking 
>up Mikami's body, but was unable to do so.
>     *Right…moxibustion thing…*
>     "Did you kill him?"
>     He turned and saw Ranma standing behind him.
>     "No, he's still breathing…but I need to talk to him 
>latter…could you throw him into he trunk of my car for me?"
>     After debating on whether or not Ranma should put Mikami in 
>his car, he led the way to the car.
>     "Ok, after the tournament I need to talk with him…"
>     Ranma and him went back to the tournament and went looking for 
>Ryoko.