Bike Cops

A Japanese man wearing a Komuso and a Kimono sits on his knees, staring out to the Japanese style doorway, adjusting himself on a tatami mat, a long nodachi by his waist. The sound of licking his lips can be heard behind the Komuso mask, grasping the hilt of his sword, looking down at the mat below him. "Are you coming in?" The man asks, the door sliding open, a blond man with a curled mustache enters, his blue and blue eyes shining against the darkness emitted by the light behind the man.

The Japanese man leans forward, still grasping his sword, "What do you want?" He asks, blowing air from his nose.

The blond man scans the room, "I want you to hunt some people down."

"Who hired you to tell me this?"

"Does it matter? Just hunt down who we want to be hunted down," The blond man turns to his belt, using his index and middle finger to grab a collection of folded pages, throwing it to the Japanese man on the other side of the room. The Japanese man catches i