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07-29-2008, 12:59 AM
The torrential rains poured like a out-of-control sprinkler. The moon hid shyly behind the curtains of dark clouds. In the bustling city of Shibuya, the rains caused umbrellas to mushroom out like fungi bursting from the soil.
Suddenly, a middle aged man was seen running through the dark dimly lit back alleys of Shibuya. As he ran, a mysterious being chased him relentlessly. After running for some distance, the middle aged man at first thought he lost his pursuer. The street he was running on earlier fell silence, as he stopped to hide behind a wall. He coughed profusely from all that running. But then the man had underestimated his pursuer as the breathing sounds of his pursuer got louder and louder behind him!
"Going somewhere?!" asked a deep, watery voice.
The middle age man looked behind him and gasped upon seeing his pursuer, a strange masked man dressed up in even stranger clothing. His pursuer was wearing a suit as well as a breath mask with wing-like extensions protruding from the sides. He also had a blackish scarf extending from the back of his helmet. The dark spherical visors on his mask instantly flushed bright red, causing the middle aged man to be taken aback.
The middle aged man was so terrified that he struggled to say his lines properly.
"PLea...se... do... n..ooot... Kill... mee....! Heerrr...ee Take... take my wallet! Pleee...asse don...tt kill.. meeee!" pleaded the unarmed middle aged man as he took out his wallet and his watch with his rain-drenched trembling hands.
However the masked man continued to move closer to his prey. A sound of metal surfaces rubbing against each other was heard; he had taken out a sharp curved blade.
"I am sorry..." said the masked man. "You have to die to ensure the safety... of the ecosystem!" He positioned his weapon with the blade facing down under his hands and at his helpless prey.
"Sayonara! You infected piece of scum!" The masked man thrusted his blade into his prey's sternum, spilling blood on the ground and walls.
"Arrrggggghhhhh!!!!!" howled the middle age man as he went off to the afterlife, not knowing what sin he had committed to deserve such a grisly fate.
But then the masked man wanted to toy with his dead prey further! He puts the dead man into a black garbage bag before tying it up and pasting a universally recognized sign.
http://www.des.umd.edu/pics/ls/signs/biohazard.gif
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Lifeform Productions presents
Kamen Rider Kero
Opening theme: Chosen Soldier by ISSA
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Episode 1- The Red Eyed Demon
As the rays of the morning sun crept through the windows of a bedroom, a odd shape covered in a soft blanket pulsates with each breath like a bellow. A young woman walks into the bedroom, shaking her head in despair. She takes a pillow and whacks the blanket covered object.
"Ken! Wake up! It's already 11 am!" reminded a young woman.
The object immediately came to life revealing Ken Matsuda, an ordinary university student. He was still groggy from his dreams.
"Oh..Man.... Kirko-neesan... Can't I sleep some more? My class is at 1 o clock today!" Ken mourned before slumping back on his bed again, covering himself with the blanket. The young woman whose name was Kiriko, pulled away Ken's blanket like a cat ripping a sofa.
"But if you continued to sleep, you are going to be late!" Kiriko nagged at her younger brother.
"Ok Ok.... Obasan... Errrkkk!!! Cough ! Cough!" Ken muttered and suddenly found his head and neck wrapped tightly under Kiriko's arm.
"Come on, Baka! Wash your face!" Kiriko dragged Ken out of bed.
After a good tussle in the late morning, Ken finally reached Jyonan University where he would have to spend the next 2 years studying his course to obtain his degree.
Ken muttered to himself. "Sigh! I was stating a fact. Kiriko-neesan is already like 27 years old. They say a woman must reproduce before 30 or else, their children will have a good chance of becoming ... Cough...retarded. What to do?". The young man looked at his watch, it was barely 12 pm. He still had one hour before his class began.
"Ah well... Anatomy research time!" Ken decided to go to the university's library for research material.
The smell of books greeted Ken's nose as he walked into the library. Since Ken was studying Digital Media, he had to go through grueling modules of the bare basics of art, including his worst nightmare; Life drawing.
But Ken wasn't alone, it didn't take long for the young man to see familiar faces; two nerds of different sizes; his good friends, Takeru and Daimon. He greets his friends.
"Yo! Guys! How's research coming along?" Ken asked his two friends who were looking through tons of anatomy books.
"Oh hi, Ken! Well, we are just struggling with human anatomy. You know the anatomy thing is so confusing. How am I going to tackle anime if I don't get this right?" Takeru frustrated slammed his book on the table. He took out his sketchbook for Ken to take a look.
"Look at this! Ken! I just can't get it right! The head is still too big even though it's an 8 heads tall figure. I have practiced till 3 am in the morning and still not much improvement. The books I borrowed ain't helping at all. Look at the shading under my eyes." Takeru mourned over his failure to get his art work done right. His eyebags were getting darker too.
"Well, that's makes it such a fascinating subject, right? So much that it excites... my senses!" said Daimon in a goosebump raising tone. He was in a state of ecstasy too!
Takeru and Ken exchanged puzzled looks after hearing Daimon's words. They stood up immediately to look at what was making their friend so excited. The moment they stood up, they saw their friend reading a human anatomy book. But between it's pages was a men's magazine featuring an idol dressed in a bikini. Daimon as usual was ogling at the picture.
"Daimon...!" Takeru and Ken lamented simultaneously. But they were a bit too loud for comfort.
"Shhhh.....!" the librarian told the trio to keep the volume down. Ken and Takeru sat back on their chairs. Daimon stopped ogling at his magazine and got back to his senses.
"Come on, guys! Loosen up! You know what's the problem with you guys? You care too much! Relax! You need to release some steam!" Daimon advised his tensed up friends.
"And your problem is you don't care about anything!" Ken criticized Daimon's laid back attitude.
"So what? The Moulds are going to wipe us out anyway!" Daimon remarked. Pissed off with Daimon's remark, Takeru grabbed Daimon by the collar like an enraged gorilla trying to choke someone.
"Daimon Yagami! You better take your words back! Or else!" Takeru demands an apology from Daimon.
"Ok! Ok! Takeru! Calm down!" Ken tried to calm his fiery friend's fires.
The librarian was about to tell the trio off but Ken apologized via hand signals. She walked off after that.
"I am going to the washroom!" Takeru went off to calm down his fiery temper.
"Come on, Daimon! You know better than to talk about Moulds in front of Takeru!" Ken told off Daimon's irresponsible remark.
"Ah sorry.... Ah... well! TK is a little too tense don't you think?" Daimon apologized but added a bit of comment.
"Well, He has been practising hard all night! Sigh! Those Moulds! I thought HIV was bad enough. But now this stupid fungus is spreading around brainwashing and killing people! Takeru's parents, my father, Miyao Miyazaki and so many great people got sacrificed! Guess what? The harbinger who start this problem? His name is Miyazaki!" Ken reminded Daimon while complaining about the current plague of Moulds.
"Well, but look on the bright side! HIV is extinct thanks to the Mould? I would prefer a quick death than a slow, agonizing death and also the loss of a human right." Daimon spoke his mind. But Ken was confused over HIV and human rights. He asked Daimon. "Since when HIV violated human rights?"
"The human right to... love? If you have HIV, you will be ousted by society and even your loved ones! Imagine having to live like that. No gal want to do... that with you! And at the same time, he cannot love because you will... !" Daimon replied with a lame answer which caused Ken to flatten Daimon's head under a library book..
"Bakamon...." Ken lamented. The young man sat down and browsed through the loads of drawing instructions while Daimon laid on the table, paralyzed by pain.
On the wall of the library, an ominous looking poster tells an ominous message on the wall. The message was clear as crystal; Mould was more than just a disease. It literally turns a person irreversibly into a monster that can in turn infect others with the disease. The poster mentions the only solution for such a terrible disease, the SPORE organization.
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The afternoon sun beat upon the backs of the pedestrians. In the distant, an inconspicuous seemly abandoned waste management plant lay abandoned like a haunted house on a hill.
Most of Shibuya's population stayed clear of the building perimeter due the number of supernatural tales that had sprung up from the area. Despite the afternoon sun, the area still maintains its creepy and claustrophobic atmosphere.
However on this very day, a young woman dressed up in a black uniform enters the area on purpose.
"How typical of SPORE..... Choosing a place like this hide its HQ..... Really gives me the creeps! Even Moulds don't get this scary." She muttered in disgust and rubbed her upper arms. This area was also the location of the Shibuya branch of a military organization known as the Super Organism Research and Elimination or SPORE for short.
The young woman walked on to the point where most citizens would be avoiding; the plant building itself. She had reached the exterior of the waste management plant. But she was far from alone, a digital pair of eyes was looking at her. She looked for an entrance into the facility; a door that would lead her to an uncertain future. As a veteran SPORE soldier, she knew from one look where to find the door. She pressed a button of a telecom device on a door.
"Password?" the telecom device buzzed.
"Cordyceps!" The young SPORE soldier replied. "Access Denied!" the telecom device replied.
"What the f***!? You got to be kidding me! I got this password from Tokyo HQ! I demand to see your Officer in charge!" she exclaimed in surprise and got extremely agitated.
"Hey calm down, Warrant Amaya Miyazaki. I was just kidding with you. Come on in!" the telecom replied. The door opened automatically, welcoming the young warrant officer to her new workplace. The word warrant stirred up something within her as she looked at the rank on her sleeve. There were signs showing that her current rank signia was sewn from a higher rank. It was as though she was demoted.
"And by the way, I am... the Officer in Charge!" the telecom continued before returning to complete silence. With little tolerance for such a lame prank, Amaya entered the door without saying another word.
She enters an air tight zone with a sickly green lighting, the decontamination room for all visitors. Amaya gave her belongings to the guards and entered the air tight room which sprayed a foul smelling liquid at her for a few seconds.
"Decontamination complete!" buzzed the computer. Amaya was free to enter SPORE, Shibuya Branch Headquarters. She picked up her belongings and moved on.
Waiting from behind the decomtamination room was her new superior, Lieutenant Colonel Hiroshi Sumeragi, Commander of SPORE Shibuya branch.
"We have been expecting you, Amaya Miyazaki!" said LTC Hiroshi.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" Amaya's earlier fiery streak dissipated as she paid her compliments to her new superior. He led her to the interior of Shibuya's headquarters. Amaya was greeted by unfamiliar faces. Some of them were happily going about their business until they saw Amaya.
Amaya tried to keep her cool while following Commander Hiroshi closely. She even if she tried to pretend that she was not being stared at, she could feel a tide of anger and curiosity rising amongst her new colleagues.
After she and Commander Hiroshi headed into the latter's office. The other people began to chatter among themselves. The SPORE members looked at their commander's door for a minute, looking puzzled.
"Hey is that who I think is?" A SPORE soldier whispered.
"Yeah! It's Amaya Miyazaki. The spawn of the Arch Mould!" said another soldier.
"Well, she looks kawaii for someone who is descended from the harbinger of death." remarked a female soldier. The soldiers began to chatter amongst themselves while they observed their newcomer.
"I don't like the looks of her! Besides, is she a VIP or something. Ya know, is she so important that she needs a Lieutenant Colonel to receive her personally? This doesn't sound right!" Another soldier voiced out his opinions.
"Mind if I cut in?" a low pitched but powerful voice interrupted the chatter. It was Captain Kato Urashima, the Head of the Combat Department.
"Sir!" the soldiers greeted their superior.
"Well, I would like to know what's with the discussion around here? " CPT Kato asked.
"Sir, we got a new kid on the block. And you know she's the..." One of the soldiers replied CPT Kato's question until he was interrupted by Commander Hiroshi sudden appearance at his office door. He noticed CPT Kato. The other soldiers went back to their jobs.
"Ah, CPT Urashima! I was about to look for you! " Commander Hiroshi called for the captain. Amaya followed the Commander out of his office.
"Amaya-san?" CPT Kato exclaimed upon seeing his adopted sister.
"Heh? Sir, what a small world." Amaya was surprised too. Both haven't seen in each other for a long time.
"Ah I see you two know each other. That saves me a lot of introductions! As of today, Amaya will be joining the Combat Department as Combat Tactics assistant." Commander Hiroshi proclaimed.
"Welcome to the team, Amaya" CPT Kato gave Amaya a firm hand shake welcoming his adopted sister into his department.
"Now that Amaya's in the team....., hunt down this Red Eyed Killer! Whoever he is!" Commander Hiroshi ordered his two subordinates.
"Red eyed Killer? Who's that?" Amaya asked Commander Hiroshi.
"A big thorn in our backside! CPT Urashima will brief you on that bastard!" Commander Hiroshi answered before returning to his office.
Suddenly, a middle aged man was seen running through the dark dimly lit back alleys of Shibuya. As he ran, a mysterious being chased him relentlessly. After running for some distance, the middle aged man at first thought he lost his pursuer. The street he was running on earlier fell silence, as he stopped to hide behind a wall. He coughed profusely from all that running. But then the man had underestimated his pursuer as the breathing sounds of his pursuer got louder and louder behind him!
"Going somewhere?!" asked a deep, watery voice.
The middle age man looked behind him and gasped upon seeing his pursuer, a strange masked man dressed up in even stranger clothing. His pursuer was wearing a suit as well as a breath mask with wing-like extensions protruding from the sides. He also had a blackish scarf extending from the back of his helmet. The dark spherical visors on his mask instantly flushed bright red, causing the middle aged man to be taken aback.
The middle aged man was so terrified that he struggled to say his lines properly.
"PLea...se... do... n..ooot... Kill... mee....! Heerrr...ee Take... take my wallet! Pleee...asse don...tt kill.. meeee!" pleaded the unarmed middle aged man as he took out his wallet and his watch with his rain-drenched trembling hands.
However the masked man continued to move closer to his prey. A sound of metal surfaces rubbing against each other was heard; he had taken out a sharp curved blade.
"I am sorry..." said the masked man. "You have to die to ensure the safety... of the ecosystem!" He positioned his weapon with the blade facing down under his hands and at his helpless prey.
"Sayonara! You infected piece of scum!" The masked man thrusted his blade into his prey's sternum, spilling blood on the ground and walls.
"Arrrggggghhhhh!!!!!" howled the middle age man as he went off to the afterlife, not knowing what sin he had committed to deserve such a grisly fate.
But then the masked man wanted to toy with his dead prey further! He puts the dead man into a black garbage bag before tying it up and pasting a universally recognized sign.
http://www.des.umd.edu/pics/ls/signs/biohazard.gif
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Lifeform Productions presents
Kamen Rider Kero
Opening theme: Chosen Soldier by ISSA
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Episode 1- The Red Eyed Demon
As the rays of the morning sun crept through the windows of a bedroom, a odd shape covered in a soft blanket pulsates with each breath like a bellow. A young woman walks into the bedroom, shaking her head in despair. She takes a pillow and whacks the blanket covered object.
"Ken! Wake up! It's already 11 am!" reminded a young woman.
The object immediately came to life revealing Ken Matsuda, an ordinary university student. He was still groggy from his dreams.
"Oh..Man.... Kirko-neesan... Can't I sleep some more? My class is at 1 o clock today!" Ken mourned before slumping back on his bed again, covering himself with the blanket. The young woman whose name was Kiriko, pulled away Ken's blanket like a cat ripping a sofa.
"But if you continued to sleep, you are going to be late!" Kiriko nagged at her younger brother.
"Ok Ok.... Obasan... Errrkkk!!! Cough ! Cough!" Ken muttered and suddenly found his head and neck wrapped tightly under Kiriko's arm.
"Come on, Baka! Wash your face!" Kiriko dragged Ken out of bed.
After a good tussle in the late morning, Ken finally reached Jyonan University where he would have to spend the next 2 years studying his course to obtain his degree.
Ken muttered to himself. "Sigh! I was stating a fact. Kiriko-neesan is already like 27 years old. They say a woman must reproduce before 30 or else, their children will have a good chance of becoming ... Cough...retarded. What to do?". The young man looked at his watch, it was barely 12 pm. He still had one hour before his class began.
"Ah well... Anatomy research time!" Ken decided to go to the university's library for research material.
The smell of books greeted Ken's nose as he walked into the library. Since Ken was studying Digital Media, he had to go through grueling modules of the bare basics of art, including his worst nightmare; Life drawing.
But Ken wasn't alone, it didn't take long for the young man to see familiar faces; two nerds of different sizes; his good friends, Takeru and Daimon. He greets his friends.
"Yo! Guys! How's research coming along?" Ken asked his two friends who were looking through tons of anatomy books.
"Oh hi, Ken! Well, we are just struggling with human anatomy. You know the anatomy thing is so confusing. How am I going to tackle anime if I don't get this right?" Takeru frustrated slammed his book on the table. He took out his sketchbook for Ken to take a look.
"Look at this! Ken! I just can't get it right! The head is still too big even though it's an 8 heads tall figure. I have practiced till 3 am in the morning and still not much improvement. The books I borrowed ain't helping at all. Look at the shading under my eyes." Takeru mourned over his failure to get his art work done right. His eyebags were getting darker too.
"Well, that's makes it such a fascinating subject, right? So much that it excites... my senses!" said Daimon in a goosebump raising tone. He was in a state of ecstasy too!
Takeru and Ken exchanged puzzled looks after hearing Daimon's words. They stood up immediately to look at what was making their friend so excited. The moment they stood up, they saw their friend reading a human anatomy book. But between it's pages was a men's magazine featuring an idol dressed in a bikini. Daimon as usual was ogling at the picture.
"Daimon...!" Takeru and Ken lamented simultaneously. But they were a bit too loud for comfort.
"Shhhh.....!" the librarian told the trio to keep the volume down. Ken and Takeru sat back on their chairs. Daimon stopped ogling at his magazine and got back to his senses.
"Come on, guys! Loosen up! You know what's the problem with you guys? You care too much! Relax! You need to release some steam!" Daimon advised his tensed up friends.
"And your problem is you don't care about anything!" Ken criticized Daimon's laid back attitude.
"So what? The Moulds are going to wipe us out anyway!" Daimon remarked. Pissed off with Daimon's remark, Takeru grabbed Daimon by the collar like an enraged gorilla trying to choke someone.
"Daimon Yagami! You better take your words back! Or else!" Takeru demands an apology from Daimon.
"Ok! Ok! Takeru! Calm down!" Ken tried to calm his fiery friend's fires.
The librarian was about to tell the trio off but Ken apologized via hand signals. She walked off after that.
"I am going to the washroom!" Takeru went off to calm down his fiery temper.
"Come on, Daimon! You know better than to talk about Moulds in front of Takeru!" Ken told off Daimon's irresponsible remark.
"Ah sorry.... Ah... well! TK is a little too tense don't you think?" Daimon apologized but added a bit of comment.
"Well, He has been practising hard all night! Sigh! Those Moulds! I thought HIV was bad enough. But now this stupid fungus is spreading around brainwashing and killing people! Takeru's parents, my father, Miyao Miyazaki and so many great people got sacrificed! Guess what? The harbinger who start this problem? His name is Miyazaki!" Ken reminded Daimon while complaining about the current plague of Moulds.
"Well, but look on the bright side! HIV is extinct thanks to the Mould? I would prefer a quick death than a slow, agonizing death and also the loss of a human right." Daimon spoke his mind. But Ken was confused over HIV and human rights. He asked Daimon. "Since when HIV violated human rights?"
"The human right to... love? If you have HIV, you will be ousted by society and even your loved ones! Imagine having to live like that. No gal want to do... that with you! And at the same time, he cannot love because you will... !" Daimon replied with a lame answer which caused Ken to flatten Daimon's head under a library book..
"Bakamon...." Ken lamented. The young man sat down and browsed through the loads of drawing instructions while Daimon laid on the table, paralyzed by pain.
On the wall of the library, an ominous looking poster tells an ominous message on the wall. The message was clear as crystal; Mould was more than just a disease. It literally turns a person irreversibly into a monster that can in turn infect others with the disease. The poster mentions the only solution for such a terrible disease, the SPORE organization.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The afternoon sun beat upon the backs of the pedestrians. In the distant, an inconspicuous seemly abandoned waste management plant lay abandoned like a haunted house on a hill.
Most of Shibuya's population stayed clear of the building perimeter due the number of supernatural tales that had sprung up from the area. Despite the afternoon sun, the area still maintains its creepy and claustrophobic atmosphere.
However on this very day, a young woman dressed up in a black uniform enters the area on purpose.
"How typical of SPORE..... Choosing a place like this hide its HQ..... Really gives me the creeps! Even Moulds don't get this scary." She muttered in disgust and rubbed her upper arms. This area was also the location of the Shibuya branch of a military organization known as the Super Organism Research and Elimination or SPORE for short.
The young woman walked on to the point where most citizens would be avoiding; the plant building itself. She had reached the exterior of the waste management plant. But she was far from alone, a digital pair of eyes was looking at her. She looked for an entrance into the facility; a door that would lead her to an uncertain future. As a veteran SPORE soldier, she knew from one look where to find the door. She pressed a button of a telecom device on a door.
"Password?" the telecom device buzzed.
"Cordyceps!" The young SPORE soldier replied. "Access Denied!" the telecom device replied.
"What the f***!? You got to be kidding me! I got this password from Tokyo HQ! I demand to see your Officer in charge!" she exclaimed in surprise and got extremely agitated.
"Hey calm down, Warrant Amaya Miyazaki. I was just kidding with you. Come on in!" the telecom replied. The door opened automatically, welcoming the young warrant officer to her new workplace. The word warrant stirred up something within her as she looked at the rank on her sleeve. There were signs showing that her current rank signia was sewn from a higher rank. It was as though she was demoted.
"And by the way, I am... the Officer in Charge!" the telecom continued before returning to complete silence. With little tolerance for such a lame prank, Amaya entered the door without saying another word.
She enters an air tight zone with a sickly green lighting, the decontamination room for all visitors. Amaya gave her belongings to the guards and entered the air tight room which sprayed a foul smelling liquid at her for a few seconds.
"Decontamination complete!" buzzed the computer. Amaya was free to enter SPORE, Shibuya Branch Headquarters. She picked up her belongings and moved on.
Waiting from behind the decomtamination room was her new superior, Lieutenant Colonel Hiroshi Sumeragi, Commander of SPORE Shibuya branch.
"We have been expecting you, Amaya Miyazaki!" said LTC Hiroshi.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" Amaya's earlier fiery streak dissipated as she paid her compliments to her new superior. He led her to the interior of Shibuya's headquarters. Amaya was greeted by unfamiliar faces. Some of them were happily going about their business until they saw Amaya.
Amaya tried to keep her cool while following Commander Hiroshi closely. She even if she tried to pretend that she was not being stared at, she could feel a tide of anger and curiosity rising amongst her new colleagues.
After she and Commander Hiroshi headed into the latter's office. The other people began to chatter among themselves. The SPORE members looked at their commander's door for a minute, looking puzzled.
"Hey is that who I think is?" A SPORE soldier whispered.
"Yeah! It's Amaya Miyazaki. The spawn of the Arch Mould!" said another soldier.
"Well, she looks kawaii for someone who is descended from the harbinger of death." remarked a female soldier. The soldiers began to chatter amongst themselves while they observed their newcomer.
"I don't like the looks of her! Besides, is she a VIP or something. Ya know, is she so important that she needs a Lieutenant Colonel to receive her personally? This doesn't sound right!" Another soldier voiced out his opinions.
"Mind if I cut in?" a low pitched but powerful voice interrupted the chatter. It was Captain Kato Urashima, the Head of the Combat Department.
"Sir!" the soldiers greeted their superior.
"Well, I would like to know what's with the discussion around here? " CPT Kato asked.
"Sir, we got a new kid on the block. And you know she's the..." One of the soldiers replied CPT Kato's question until he was interrupted by Commander Hiroshi sudden appearance at his office door. He noticed CPT Kato. The other soldiers went back to their jobs.
"Ah, CPT Urashima! I was about to look for you! " Commander Hiroshi called for the captain. Amaya followed the Commander out of his office.
"Amaya-san?" CPT Kato exclaimed upon seeing his adopted sister.
"Heh? Sir, what a small world." Amaya was surprised too. Both haven't seen in each other for a long time.
"Ah I see you two know each other. That saves me a lot of introductions! As of today, Amaya will be joining the Combat Department as Combat Tactics assistant." Commander Hiroshi proclaimed.
"Welcome to the team, Amaya" CPT Kato gave Amaya a firm hand shake welcoming his adopted sister into his department.
"Now that Amaya's in the team....., hunt down this Red Eyed Killer! Whoever he is!" Commander Hiroshi ordered his two subordinates.
"Red eyed Killer? Who's that?" Amaya asked Commander Hiroshi.
"A big thorn in our backside! CPT Urashima will brief you on that bastard!" Commander Hiroshi answered before returning to his office.