<strong>Name:</strong>Sagawa Bunji<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Sake Garden Bar & Restaurant (Tokyo)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mysterious woman, Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The chef watched the woman closely as she walked over to her vehicle and removed a briefcase. When she opened it, he felt his heart freeze over and throat immediately go dry. The smug smile that had been on his face smoothed into one of slack-jawed disbelief.<br/><br/><strong>Go ahead. Open it up, check it all for counterfeits. You won’t find any. I’ve got all the time in the world.</strong><br/><br/>Bunji slowly and anxiously took the briefcase from the woman and ducked back into the restaurant. The manager had been standing by and eyed the briefcase that he brought in.<br/><br/>“What do you have there?”<br/><br/>Bunji set the case on a table and opened it to reveal the rows of bills inside.<br/><br/>The manager’s eyes nearly popped. “What-where-how? Where did all that cash come from?”<br/><br/>Grabbing a leaflet, he raised it up to the ceiling lamps and begged, “Help me check it please.”<br/><br/>The manager stepped over to grab a wad of cash and ran his thumb along the deck, smiling at the face of Fukuzawa Yukichi. Sliding out a bill, he took a lighter from his pocket and burnt a corner to inspect the color it gave off.<br/><br/>“It looks legit to me,” he told Bunji. “Did that girl give it to you? What does she want you to do kill somebody?”<br/><br/>Bunji lowered the bill and stared at it shock. “I don’t know…she just wants me to deliver a box.”<br/><br/>“Then deliver the box! Are you crazy!”<br/><br/>“I’m a little scared…what if that box is meant to hurt someone?” he asked and then pointed at himself. “What if I get blamed for it? I can’t go back to prison man. I just can’t.”<br/><br/>“Then I’ll deliver it! With all that money I’d just bail myself anyhow!”<br/><br/>“No!” Bunji angrily exclaimed. He snatched the wad of cash back from his manager and returned it to the briefcase. Closing it, he picked it up and carried the case back to the door. It made him sick what he was about to do…he really could have used the money to take care of his mother, but how could he explain to her where he had gotten it all? Even if he hid it in his bank account, she would have suspected something different. Maybe he could have stored it all in a savings account…No!<br/><br/>Opening the door, Bunji thrust the briefcase back at the woman.<br/><br/>“I got work to do. Go find some other sod to deliver your box.”<br/><br/>“Like me!” the manager tried to yell passed the brute. Bunji turned an ugly glare over his shoulder and the manager smiled nervously. “Actually, I’m quite well off being the manager of the Sake Garden.”</span>