<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Watanabeint1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Name: Mr Kwan<br/>Title: Dragon's Head<br/>Location: Chow's Chow in China Town<br/>Tags: -<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/>China Town was busy. Even as the rest of the city fell into a bit of a slumber, the community thrived and pulsed well into the morning hours when it calmed for about an hour after everyone had made their way to work. The midnight fishers were arriving at the square, bringing with them lobsters, crabs, crawfish and shrimp the likes you wouldn't find in the regular stores. Everything was so fresh it tried to run away even as the customers chose their meals for the coming day. A man brandished his cleaver to a caught turtle, which while not entirely legal to catch and distribute, nonetheless was delicious and caught in itself a good price at the market. After all, the police around here were either payed off or knew better than to cause a fuzz. This was Triad country after all.<br/><br/>When Mr Kwan had arrived here it had been contested territory, being torn into pieces by no less than three different triads. To him it was just the matter of finding the weakest of the three and give them the aid they needed. At that time the poles and higher ups had all been from Hong Kong. They would never have bowed for a rat from Taiwan. But Mr Kwan wasn't just any rat. He was already a well established and whispered name along the west coast. No one knew why he had come to Seattle and when it became clear to the other two Triads that he had his aim set on their territory, there was just about all out war. But this rat had talons, as dangerous as they were beautiful, and he had a Russian lieutenant who didn't play like any Triad. The China Town War was short, just about a week of fighting which the government labeled as a well contained riot. In reality it was a brutal all out war, most of the violence contained behind the scenes. And as the dust cleared, Mr Kwan was Dragon's Head once more, with the blood of every Triad head on his very own hand. Who would have thought that he was the sort of man to smuggle in a pair of ice-picks to a diplomatic meeting and then use them to eliminate all opposition in a bloody havoc worthy of Yanluowang. After that demonstration of his dedication to reach the top tiers of the city, there was no more questions in China Town of whom to support.<br/><br/>And they did so wisely. The community was stabilized, thrived and grew explosively over the years. Today it was one of the highest grossing districts in the city, with a healthy part of it being pumped into Mr Kwan's Triad. Places like the market pulsed with life because he had breathed that life into it. And he'd be damned if anyone would take that away from him.<br/><br/>"<em>Mr Kwan! Welcome, welcome!</em>" Chow yelled out in vietnamese as soon as the Dragon's Head pulled the curtain to the side. "<em>You haven't been by in a while, Mr Kwan. Too much business!</em>"<br/><br/>The smiling man walked around the counter that served as the small restaurant's only six seats and gave the Dragon's Head a hearty hug, who responded in kind.<br/><br/>"<em>I can only agree, Chow.</em>" he replied in vietnamese with only a hint of accent "<em>I got too much to do outside of China Town. The Americans are driving me insane. Speaking of which, Rurik and two of our drivers are coming by this evening, honored dogs so wake the chicken.</em>"<br/><br/>Chow smiled and winked, as if he had been told a very obscure but funny joke and disappeared back into the kitchen. Taras would have just about gone through the roof if he knew that they were known as "honored dogs" around these pars, much less<em>his drivers</em>. They liked to pretend at being independent, but truth was there was no such thing as independent crime in Seattle. Like it or not, Mr Kwan had a finger everywhere, even across in Vancouver. He had an offer for the crew that would be hard to refuse, especially after tonight's little accident...