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Ichiro wandered through the woods, away from the bar. As usual he was totally smashed, and feeling pretty happy about it. No worries. No pain. No Kiba or Shadow or anyone else making him feel guilty about his constant drunkeness. Who needed Zen when you had Elven Smasher?

It was no wonder he didn't see the figures approaching behind him. A kick to the small of the back drove him to the ground. This was followed by a series of punches and kicks. Blood gushed from his nose. His eye swelled up. A large gash covered his cheek where it scraped against a stray rock. Between the element of surprise and his state of intoxication, he never stood a chance.

Finally, one of the figures turned him over. Despite the growing haze in his vision, he could still make out the man's frost white hair. And those eyes... Those horrible, hideous eyes. The remaining four figures stood just out of sight in the shadows. The man crouched before him spoke, his words coming out in a creepy cockney accent.

"We could kill you, you know. Roight now. But then there would be too many questions."

A look of horrified realization crosses Ichiro's face. Even in his haze, he knows who they are. He makes a hocking noise and spits blood and phlegm at his attacker.

"I'm gonna let that go, you little tosser. But only because I'm here to send a message. We know who you are, Ichiro Miyamoto. An' the only reason you ain't dead roight now is cause the bosses have something special in mind for you. So, once you wake up, you're gonna drag your sorry arse back to the bar, and your gonna keep on drinkin'. If you're lucky, you'll drink yourself into an early grave. Otherwise, next time you so much as set foot near Pentex or one of its establishments, we'll be coming for ya. An' while I'm at it, I might as well have some fun with your little friends."

As Ichiro struggled against his assailant, the man shrugged to one of the figures behind him. "Elias. Snuff 'im." The figure evidently named Elias crouched by Ichiro, pressing an auto-injector to his neck. There was a soft hiss, and slowly Ichiro's world faded to grey.