Taiga's very nerves itched under the too-close scrutiny of the cop. Luckily, cops had rules. They weren't alone in that. Yakuza had rules too. Respect was important, the difference between life and death.<br/><br/>But yakuza's rules, when flouted, ended in a private bullet. Cops' rules, when flouted, ended in public disgrace.<br/><br/>Taiga walked to the other side of the custom blue Lamborghini with a final nod and cool smile at the cop. The winged sides 0pened and Taiga slid into the car, pressing a button to start it up. The car doors, which had tinted bulletproof glass, swung down like a swan closing its wings. The last image Captain Hibiki saw of Taiga was him unfolding a pair of designer shades and sliding them tight over his dismissive black eyes.<br/><br/>Custom suit, custom car, custom glasses.<br/><br/>The car pulled out of the space, slid up to the kiosk. He paid for his parking, rolled the window up, and the car peeled off, out of sight, down Tokyo's streets.<br/><br/>Taiga casually pressed the radio. An electric song he usually liked to strip to back when he was working thrummed through the speakers. Taiga was very careful not to break traffic laws as he roared down Tokyo's streets, making for the building his company totally owned out in Azabu, the most expensive neighborhood in Tokyo. There'd be security there that could plug the current dangerous hole.