<div class="floatleft">(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: Golden Gate Hotel<br/>Tags: Open<br/><br/></span><hr/><br/>"Master Kwan, Mr Rurik reports that everything is taken care of, a contact will call us once the race starts. However, Miss Ogata has yet to arrive..."<br/><br/>The young man was Mr Kwan's personal servant. The only thing that separated him from a butler was the title. He was very good at his job, having been trained since he was a child back in Taiwan to serve Bamboo Union masters. Mr Kwan had taken him with him over to America, mostly because his fondness of the boy. He was almost like a son. But he was also a most excellent bodyguard at that. Underneath the neat and proper exterior rested a furious tiger ready to pounce. That was what truly separated the common butler from a Triad servant.<br/><br/>"Very well. Perhaps it is time we got prepared."<br/><br/>The older man balanced on some hefty stones out in the middle of his zen garden as he raked and groomed it. He was clad in a simple traditional suit of his home country, rather loose in the legs and arms. He now jumped from stone to stone like a crane, holding his rake horizontally to help keep the balance. As he reached the edge he slipped, but his servant was quick, his hands darting out and hauling Mr Kwan in.<br/><br/>"Thank you Chen... would you go down and prepare the car for departure. I am just going to change into my business suit."<br/><br/>As the servant bowed and slipped away he made his way back towards the living area of his penthouse at the top of the Golden Gate Hotel. As he entered he was met by his son and daughter, 8 and 10 years old, who had waited patiently while he was out in the garden. Now they rained down questions and stories of their day at him while he hunched down to their level, smiling and answering them, briefly accosting his son for speaking English instead of Mandarin to his father. After that he walked over to his wife with a smile and kissed her on the cheek. While he didn't desire her in the traditional way, they loved each other none the less. They spoke Hakka to each other whenever the children wasn't supposed to hear. All politics, about the upcoming ball at the Hotel, which would feature many political powers from around the world along with celebrities and of course the Triad leaders of the East Coast. With such allies, Kwan hoped to dominate the whole West again. He stripped himself of his traditional suit and began putting on his western counterpart, while his wife changed back to Mandarin to talk about his coming birthday and what they should do. His children had a lot of ideas, but in the end Mr Kwan decided that he would treat his family to a night out rather than the usual dinner at the hotel. Dinner at some fancy restaurant, perhaps even a trip to the local fairground down by the docks. As he left to the cheer of his children he gave his wife's worried gaze a reassuring wink. It was going to work out fine, after all they would have the expertise of Mr Rurik watching them.<br/><br/>As he arrived in the garage and sat in the backseat of the just about nuclear proof Mercedes he took out his phone and made a call. As Chen drove out into the traffic he finally reached Rurik.<br/><br/>"Tip, I want you to call up Miss Ogata and tell her that I would like to see her at the finish-line tonight. If you feel it is necessary, you can remind her what happened to the last driver who didn't show up at his appointed race. Thousand cuts tend to bleed the body out, especially since the cocksucker tried to skip town with<em>my</em>racecar and a million dollars. I wouldn't want that to happen to her."<br/><br/>He took a few seconds to calm down before he continued.<br/><br/>"Also I would like to arrange a meeting with Mr Markovski this weekend. See to it that he understands the urgency of the matter."[/font]