There were a few criminal schools of thought when it came to having one's identity uncovered, and Akio does not subscribe to any of them. Why? Because he is not a criminal. Yeah, ok, so he has pulled off a few major hacks in his time, and he has done his share of work on behalf of Nameless - the group of forum kids known for their love of wearing Scream masks and making videos decrying cartels, cults, and corporations - but he never had considered himself a criminal. He was a genius, a step above common-folk in intellect and ability, and any law he may have stepped on, well that was all in the name of higher causes than they would understand. So when the letter comes to him he is less paranoid, and more intrigued as to who it is that might have peered into his grey area activities. He was, after all, an unparalleled hacker and even if he had a tendency to splash signatures on a lot of his personal work, he was careful to cover his tracks.<br/><br/>Still, he was not intrigued enough by it to cancel his night surfing session. With some waves behind him, and a few beers down range, he changes into a black tank top, shades despite the hour, and a pair of board shorts and his worn old Converse shoes. He gets into his ancient Jeep and heads into town, to the park where the meet is supposed to be. When he gets there he slips a messenger back over his shoulders, and heads on in.<br/><br/>When he arrives to the park it is casually late, though by design. See, if he had done that whole movie cliche thing and showed up early, then he would either need a reason to be loitering in the park, or he would have to hide. He did not feel much like pretending to be trolling for menfolk - because at this hour that is what people would think he was doing - and he was never the type to hide, but showing up five minutes late meant he could be just another heavily tattooed Japanese kid with ginger hair taking a walk through the park on his way to a club or something.<br/><br/>When he spots the group, he alters his course smoothly, and takes a wide walk around them, only stopping when he hears the suit attempt his corporatespeak calm down technique.<br/><br/>`I think you might find that if you're hear to hurt any of us, you've made a tactical error.` He wanders on up to the crowd, hands in the pockets of his board shorts. `If you had contacted us one at time, then you would have a chance, but gather us all in one place, and even if we're strangers, hell, you're going to have a unified front against you.` He tips his head to regard the rest of them, and then looks back to the suit. `So pops, what's the pitch? I've got a line on tickets to Viper Room, and intel that Jack White's going to be crashing the place and doing a set. Time is money.`