<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 Sake Garden manager was the first to answer the door and arched a brow at the silver-haired woman. She must have been one of those goth emo kids about Tokyo, and he was about to send her away until she said:<br/><br/><strong>Can I speak with Bunji Matheson, please?</strong><br/><br/>The manager frowned at the woman suspiciously before he cracked the door and called, “Sagawa-san! There’s a woman here to see you.”<br/><br/>The chef was in the back kitchen chopping spring onions. Over the rapid hammering of the cutting board, he simply replied, “We’re closed!”<br/><br/>Pretty much what the manager would have said, but he thought at least that Bunji would have known or expected her, apparently not. But she knew his name.<br/><br/>“Are you sure you don’t know her? She knows you’re name, and I mean you’re REAL name.”<br/><br/>Bunji stopped cutting and frowned down at the board. Glancing at the knife he was cutting with, he contemplated taking it with him. If he answered the door with a knife, then maybe the stranger would have went away. As much as it had sounded entertaining, he didn’t think that it was a good idea. Setting the knife down, Bunji sighed in exasperation as he undid his apron to hang it on a coat rack next to the kitchen exit. Stepping through the curtains, he marched to the front and opened the door wider as the manager ducked away. The expression that had first been on his face was one of annoyance, and the one that followed made his brows knit together over his eyes. He swore he had never seen the woman before but she felt strangely familiar.<br/><br/><strong>I was hoping to get a chance to speak to you. We have yet to meet, but I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Bunji. I have…a small favor to ask of you.</strong><br/><br/>The chef watched her remove a small cardboard box.<br/><br/><strong>This needs to make it to the place on the card...</strong> He glanced at the label and said nothing. <strong>Of course, I don’t expect you to do this without being compensated for your time. Should you make the delivery, I will ensure that a sum of 1 million yen is delivered to your doorstep.</strong><br/><br/>Bunji posted a hand against the doorframe as a long and amused smile stretched across his face. He obviously didn’t believe a damn thing the woman said.<br/><br/><strong>Of course, you can say no. You have the right to choose. But that much money…I don’t make this offer lightly.</strong><br/><br/>As she offered the box to him, his eyes flicked down to it before they flicked back up to the <em>mysterious</em> woman.<br/><br/>“What is it a bomb? Drugs? 1 million yen? How about you give me 500,000 up front, and when the job is done, I get the rest? It’s the only way that I’ll believe that this isn’t a scam. If you don’t have the money, then you can bugger off. The restaurant’s closed, come back at noon and don’t waste my time again.”</span>