Find Yoshida

You swiftly and silently make your way to the room that Fat Yoshi had taken Chiaki to. You press your ear up to the sliding door and hear unmistakable grunts of passion. You slide the door open just enough so that you can see and peer inside. Fat Yoshi is on the futon with his back toward you. He has Chiaki spread-eagle on the bed with her ankles in his hands. His enormous bulk is moving back and forth and jiggling with each collision. But you can tell that there is a lot muscle under all that fat.

You sneak inside and when you move closer, Chiaki’s eyes fall on you. You put a finger to your lips but it doesn’t seem like she is going to do anything. In fact, she seems kind of messed up. Her eyes are puffy and red-rimmed and she seems almost catatonic. Maybe it was a good thing that I didn’t end up with Yoshida. You get as close as you can to Fat Yoshi and pop the needle out of your forefinger, making sure to keep it out of Chiaki’s sight. Then you jam in right into Yoshida’s carotid artery.

He reflexively smacks at the sting with one hand but the next moment he is falling over. Directly onto Chiaki. You hurriedly run around and help her get out from under Yoshida. It isn’t easy but you manage to extract her. She is practically dead weight in your arms. “Are you alright? Chiaki?”

“What...happened?” she asks slowly.

“I’m not sure. I was going to surprise Yoshida-sama with a threeway but he just keeled over. Maybe too much sake?”

Chiaki shakes her head slowly. “It...it wasn’t the sake. It wasn’t that.”

Whatever that means. You are starting to get a bit impatient. You help Chiaki walk over to the door and gently push her out. “Why don’t you take a break? I’ll see to Yoshida-sama for a while.”

She grasps your hand. “No. Don’t stay here. He...his...”

“I’ll be fine.” You slap her on the ass. “Now go on. I’ll take care of this.” Chiaki stumbles away, constantly glancing over her shoulder with worry. You keep a pleasant face on though it is killing you how long she is taking. Finally she turns a corner and is gone. You glance in the direction you presume he is and say, “Let’s do this.”

You head back into the room. A moment later, Ishikawa’s head appears as if it is floating in midair. He is wearing the most cutting edge camouflage suit there is. On loan from the CIA. He seems slightly haunted. “I don’t know what he did to that poor woman but the sounds she made...”

“Yeah, he’s a fucking scumbag. That’s why we are here. Get on it.”

Ishikawa nods and moves to collect the samples he needs. You are getting slightly worried that the two men you left could be waking up.