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12:58 AM, October 10th, 2025
The Killing Ground
The warehouse was a thunderous cacophony of gunfire and shouting. Muzzle flashes lit up the dark interior like frantic strobes. Kenji moved through the chaos like a force of nature, a black-clad specter.
He didn't engage the rank-and-file; they were for his men. His purpose was a straight line, cutting through the fray toward the old crane where he knew the heart of the serpent waited.
He found Tokito pinned behind a stack of tires, trading fire with two Rakurai shooters. Kenji didn't break stride. He raised his pistol and fired two precise shots. Both men dropped. Tokito glanced over, gave a sharp nod, and fell in beside him. No words were needed. They had one target.
They burst out of a shattered bay door into the driving rain. The yard was a mess of puddles and mud, illuminated by the weak, hazy glow of a single security light high on a pole.
