I decline

"I don't care what you fucking animals do to me, but I can't stand for this!" You jab your finger at Kenji. "I would have thought that, out of everyone here, you would have tried to **** these clowns - yet you're the first one to accept getting his dick wet? Jesus Christ, Kenji. What the hell is this!?"

Kenji smiles slightly. "What do you mean? I didn't accept his offer; I just simply said I knew what I was going to do."

Zuprik, piecing together what's about to happen, draws his firearm, pointing the blocky end of his pistol at Kenji, who has also taken out his firearm. There's a brief blur of confusion before you and Mikka follow suit. Shots start going off as Kenji returns fire, littering the floor with spent brass casings as hollow-point bullets splinter the walls. You crouch awkwardly behind a table, trying to find out where Mikka dived to. That fucking piece of shit...!

Kenji exchanges shots with Zuprik long enough that they both have to reload. You were issued two spare magazines, so this firefight is either going to end quickly, or you're going to end up beating each other senseless with pistols. You grip your pistol and line up the sights with a drywall where you thought you had seen Mikka hide. More shots are fired, but they're at Kenji, as he bolts for another spot of concealment. Instruments don't provide anything else other than hiding where you are. You squeeze the trigger, spitting off half your magazine into the drywall before you start flanking to the rear. You'll be behind Kenji's backstop, but perhaps the crossfire will prove fatal to both of them.

From the back of a divot, you can see Zuprik bobbing his head up and down as he attempts to spot Kenji. He shoots, but he doesn't know where Kenji is anymore, so every spent bullet ends up in the wall, nowhere near Kenji's new position. Next, you spot Mikka. He's reloading his pistol, looking at where you were last, also oblivious to the fact that you've moved to a new position. You've got the tactical advantage. You aim as fast as you can, pointing the ****-end of the gun at him just moments before he notices you. You start squeezing the trigger, but every shot that follows is a miss.

"Behind us! He's behind us!" Mikka shouts, only to be hit a few times by Kenji, who had been waiting for an opportunity. He discharges his weapon, landing 3 of the 5 shots on Mikka. There's a yelp and then a scream. Zuprik jumps up, trying to line his sights with Kenji, but from where you are, it's a simple point-and-kill position. Every single bullet you let out hits him. Head, back, shoulders - unlike Mikka, he doesn't yell, he just drops his gun before joining the spent brass on the floor.

The clatter of your magazine is muted by the music upstairs. The only thing you can hear is Kenji running towards Mikka, who is crawling to where his Glock had slid off to. For Mikka though, it's too late to defend himself. The tip of Kenji's dress shoes clicks against his temple before he kicks the black gun away. You ignore the beating to check if Zuprik is actually dead. It doesn't take long for you to notice that life has left him, so you return just in time to witness Kenji knocking Mikka's glasses off with the grip of his pistol. With the glasses gone, the handle is rammed into his eye, then his nose, then the front of his mouth! Kenji repeats his punishment until you think it's time to step in and stop him.

Mikka falls to his back, gurgling and whining. To begin with, Mikka wasn't handsome, but the few seconds with Kenji proved deadly. Deep crimson gashes run from his cheekbones and temples. Teeth missing, lips split, eyes blacked and bleeding. Kenji resists your attempt to calm him. He thrashes and curses. "I'm going to fucking kill him, Warren! Get off of me!"

Kenji sounds like a rabid animal as he fights you. You holster your pistol and grab him with both hands in a more stubborn attempt to calm him. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Kenji, stop! You gotta stop!!"

Kenji's victim lies on his back, whining more as he cranes his arms out above his chest. He's bleeding badly. A pool of blood starts forming under him, probably from the bullets that had torn into him. Shocked by the view when you turn back, your grip on Kenji breaks, allowing him free access to continue the beating. The crack of his skull is deafening. It's all inhuman grunts and faint metal strikes. All you do is watch in horror. Kenji's actions are proof of his love for Sachio - if not the entire love for his homeland - you always heard of the stories of the Japanese being cruel and unjust in war, but to see it played out in front of you is nothing short of terrifying... It is raw and disgusting... It puts the fear of God in you. There was no way you were going to try to stop him. Not now. You decide to let him decimate the corpse of Mikka.

It takes about six minutes for him to finally tire himself out, but eventually, he does fall on his butt, panting and heaving... Silence falls in the bloody room. He brushes back his hair and shakes his head. He stands up and retrieves his pistol, which is now covered in blood. You stand up and follow him. The glimpse of Mikka's face is one of **** - Japanese prevention of tarnishing their reputation.

"We should file a report," Kenji says. "And call a cleaning crew..."

"Yeah."

Kenji fishes out a little handheld recorder from his pocket that has a solid red light on it before he clicks a button. The red light vanishes. "You made the right choice, Warren."

He turns to face you. "No one fucks with the Japanese... You best know who you're guarding." He turns and opens the door to leave, leaving you in a room with two dead people.

You double-check your firearm and then holster it again. "Right. I can remember that."