"Ratt, what tha' fuck are we doing here on fuckin' Washington?!" A blonde man complained to his companion. He was wearing a worn-out t-shirt, blue denim jeans and sandal shoes. This attire, along with his messy long hair, gave him a noticeable look as he and his comrades walked down the streets of Seattle. It was a cloudy day during that time, but not enough to make the skyline look sad and dim. "This shithole technically ain't even fuckin' 'Merica, man! All these motha'fucka's here are like fuckin' Canucks!"<br/><br/>His companion sighed when he heard about the loud complaints of the blonde. "Neo, every time reach a completely new destination, you always despise it. It makes me wonder if you have ever liked any place we have gone to on our business trips." he monotonically said. In contrast to Neo, he had a wavy brown hair and wore a black double-breasted suit and business attire. He also had glasses which had unusually thick lenses on them, which disguised the fact that his eyes were deeply baggy.<br/><br/>"I liked San Francisco, until those political asshats fagged up the damn city, man." Neo griped, then scoffed. "If I only knew, for one fuckin' second, that it would turn out like that, I should have stayed in 'Nam instead!"<br/><br/>"Neo-san, that is what Rattus-san is trying to tell you," another companion told Neo concernedly. This time, it was a woman with a long black hair, tied up in a ponytail. Her outfit was certainly a strange sight, as it was a green yutaka with white trimmings and gingko leaf patterns. Even her footwear was the traditional wooden geta sandals with white tabi socks. "You always find something bad in places we always go to. And it is very worrying."<br/><br/>"Yukina is right." Rattus, the bespectacled man in the suit, agreed. "But, in retrospective, you have always searched for anything negative on any personality you have ever met, even on those things that aren't supposed to be negative in any form or manner."<br/><br/>"Not all of them, ya' damn Krautshit." Neo retorted. "If I did shit like that, I wouldn't even like mah pops or mah girl, man. Or many people I fuckin' knew. But the rest of them dipshits could all go suck donkey dicks!"<br/><br/>"Neo," Rattus began to reply. "Most of the people you have ever liked are quite possibly dead or are in their geriatric stages of their life. That is, if not all of them."<br/><br/>"That still counts, man." The blonde quipped back.<br/><br/>"It won't anymore, at this rate of your attitude regarding things." Rattus replied again. Despite his answers to Neo, his default tone of speaking was droning, monotonic and cold.<br/><br/>"You must listen, Neo-san." Yukina got another chance to join the conversation. "You should be thankful that you are able to visit places you have never gone to before because it makes you seem more of the world, right? You should learn to enjoy it!" She was cheerful, despite her companion's acerbic attitude.<br/><br/>"You're retarded, ya' know dat?" Neo snarked. "This is how I enjoy things, you fuckin' Jap bitch. It's fun pickin' apart the bullshit of these places. I mean, there's nothin' special here in Seattle. I don't even know why this East Jesus of Nowhere is famous or whatever. What is it famous for, anyway? Nothin', you dumbshit. That's why this place sucks."<br/><br/>"I do not know what is special about this place too, Neo-san." Yukina was honest. "But, since I am here, it is a good time to find those things, right?"<br/><br/>"Do they have weed, ho's 'n' shit startin' here?" The salty blonde asked, the question intended to be rhetorical. "Any goddamned city can have weed and bitches, but not have lotsa' shitstarters, ya' know? And I'm talking about shit like 'hoods, gangs and punks. That's special fo' me righ' t'ere. Even mo' so if they got hardass motha'fuckin' killahs, then that's the real dope shit righ' t'ere."<br/><br/>"And that, Neo, is why we are here." Rattus interjected. "There's a significant reason why I have a business contact here, in Seattle, Washington."<br/><br/>"Tell me mo' 'bout it, Ratt." Neo said, finally calming down.<br/><br/>"You see, there is a clandestine organization in this city that goes by the name of the Jones Cartel, Neo." Rattus explained. "They are covertly dealing with controlled pharmaceutical substances and financial manipulation, but they are rapidly expanding and are looking to branch out into arms retailing for profitable purposes, as well as security-related concerns."<br/><br/>"And, since ya' have what they need, you're gonna gone crash to their asses, huh?" Neo probed some more.<br/><br/>"Precisely, since any retailer needs a wholesaler." Rattus then tipped back his glasses. "And, if my sources are to be believed, they are in urgent need for one."<br/><br/>"But Rattus-san," Yukina said, "I heard they want to talk to you about things that are not about your business. What is it about?"<br/><br/>Rattus sighed again, "At the present time, I have no clear picture or idea about that other concern they have presented to me, but it seems to be a matter of extreme need and secrecy." Rattus then took out a metal flask from his suit and drank from it. He then kept back the flask, while saying, "In other words, they are afraid."<br/><br/>"Of what?" Neo asked, seemingly amused. "They're a buncha' gangsters. Are they suddenly shittin' their pants when dealin' with pigs now?"<br/><br/>"Neo, it isn't the law enforcement agencies they are afraid of." Rattus emphasized. "I do not know what it is, so we have to find out for ourselves. But, as for now, we shouldn't be too concerned about that."<br/><br/>"Yes!" Yukina was excited. "Onii-chan said we will explore the city first before doing anything, Neo-san! We are going to be tourists for now!"<br/><br/>"Aw shit..." Neo dejectedly exhaled, as the trio kept walking through the streets of Seattle.