“I thank you for meeting with me, Mrs. Yamato.” A strange gentleman bowed before a Japanse woman. “It is urgent that I speak to you about the growing tension here in the east.”
Yamato found herself having sat down at her desk and gestured for the gentleman to do the same.
Of course, he did so.
The Japanese woman, having learned English in school, had a heavy Japanese accent when she said, “You insisted we arrange this meeting Lieutenant General Tillerson. So, what is it you have to share with our intelligence that it seems you could not share over the phone?”
“I'm acting on orders sent by the Department of Defense, Federal Bureau of Investigation and, the Central Intelligence Agency ,” Tillerson pulled out a vanilla colored folder and slid it across the desk, “The contents of this folder details the FBI’s close surveillance of several members of the Public Security Intelligence Agency,” Tillerson paused, reading the woman’s face as she skimmed through the dossier, “Each one of the individuals documented in the folder are high-level suspects involved in the disappearance of Hina Hayate. As well as the reason for backdoor trade agreements that exist between certain officials and the Chinese government.”
“And you mean to tell us that people within our government are conspiring against us?” Yamato looked up from the folder with a darken expression on her face, as if insulted by these accusations.
“Yes,” there was a small pause in the conversation as Tillerson sensed hostilities growing, “We have reason to believe that individuals within the Japanese government have not only been making deals with the Chinese, but are also involved in the disappearance of Hina Hayate, your chief officer within the Second Intelligence Department.”
Yamato grew even more furious at this, “So this it was what you wanted to tell me that couldn’t be said over the phone..”
Tillerson nodded at this, “I believed it was imperative that we spoke in person, for you never know who could be listening to phone calls nowadays.”
Yamato gritted her teeth as she settled the envelope down on her desk, stood up, and turned her back to the man before she looked out at the Japanese cityscape. She took a minute to gather her bearings before coming to a decision. “When do you believe your government means to act upon these accusations?”
“Well my government has not specifically said they would get involved in the matter, and to openly criticize and call for arrests would put a heavy damper on the public relations between the Japanese and Americans. This looks to be an internal affair that your government must deal with alone,” Tillerson got to his feet, put on his peaked cap. “The U.S government wants nothing to do with this, which is why they’ve sent me to tell you this, ‘There’s nothing in this world that can keep Japan from expressing the views of the past.. And the past, which you’ve so dearly kept to, shall be set ablaze by the nonsensical hermit’.”
Yamato suddenly turned to Tillerson who already had his back to her.
There’s a long silence before Yamato spoke first, “Korea plans to nuke us!?”
“It is the most likely solution in the current politics in the east,” said Tillerson who seemed cold and deadpan, “It is either you, South Korea, or Hawaii as the possible targets, and in all likelihood you’ll probably be the first to be picked off.”
Tillerson looked over his right shoulder at Yamato, “And you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Tillerson’s right eye gleamed with a dark and sinister look that Yamato felt with terrifying clarity. She knew why the U.S government sent someone like Tillerson. Tillerson, to her, was so devoid of sympathy that he could make a call that would get an entire platoon killed, if it meant that the mission get completed. This was a man who has seen pain up close and personal, and even more, has the scars to show it.
Yamato could spy a bit of a limp to him. She assumed that this man either had great damage done to his leg or had completely lost that leg. She assumed the former over the latter, seeing that the advancements in prosthetics made one’s motor functions less discernible when compared to the motor functions of an average human. However that didn’t give way to the fact that he also had an eyepatch on the left eye and several facial scars. This was obviously someone the U.S government trusted greatly, seeing as it seemed that he sacrificed so much for his country. She almost praised him for his patriotism, but then realized that she had come to see him as more of an adversary in the world of espionage.
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She never seemed to understand herself, but that glare in his eye made it all the more clear to not cross paths with someone like him ever again. however she had a feeling that this would be the last time she would be seeing this dangerous man.
As such, she made one final motion to him, and that was to bow . “I thank you for giving me this information. The agency is looking forward to further cooperation with the U.S intelligence community.”
Tillerson looked forward, carrying a sense of villainy with him, “I do hope so.”
Tillerson later left the office and found himself in the hallway. In this hallway there were wide windows that revealed the outside world that he wasn’t entirely accustomed to.
Tillerson took his first few steps further into said hallway, and before long he was walking with a brisk stride out of the building. Eventually, he found himself out on the front steps of the building; looking forward to a car that waited for him outside the gates.
Tillerson pulled out his phone and called up Rex keeping his eyes on the car as he walks towards it.
A couple of seconds past and there was no answer.
“That’s strange,” Tillerson looks down at his phone, “I’m sure Rex would have picked up by now. What’s keeping him?”
Tillerson called Rex a second, then a third, and then a fourth.
And yet, no answer.
Tillerson immediately figured something was up as Rex wasn’t one to ignore his phone after the third call. Usually if he didn’t pick up the first or second time, then (as third time's the charm here) he would have picked up the third. Details like this were things Tillerson never missed. This, to him, was alarming.
So Tillerson rushed to the car that waited for him as the usher opened the door for him, and he entered with one swift, fluid, motion. There was a few seconds of wait time before the Usher slipped into the driver seat.
Tillerson, pondering his next course of action, looked through his list of given contacts and found a particular name that didn’t suit the situation but was necessary for what he was about to do.
Tillerson called up a man named Vincent Clementine, who answered within the first few seconds of the call being made.
“Vincent,” Tillerson sounded distressed, “We have a problem.. A big problem..”
The car started rolling moments later, getting on its way to the airport.
“What is it Tex? Did something happen to you? Did you get into another one of your sexual bouts with a past boyfriend of a girl you flirted with?”
Tillerson shook his head, “No but it seems my mission’s been compromised and I need a message going to the Executive Assistant Director of Intelligence in the F.B.I.”
There’s a momentary pause, as the sound of moving sheets can be heard, “Alright Tex you’ve got my attention. What do you need sent?”
“Objective Wajin is compromised. Moving to exfil location Blue Forest. Requesting immediate cancellation of Operation Twinkle Star. Got it?”
“Got it,” there are sounds of more rustling, “Anything else?”
“That’s it,” Tillerson looked out the window as the car slowly pulled up to a stop light, “Thanks Vincent.. That message should hopefully save the U.S and Japan from any heartbreak.”
“Heh, I hope you don't rely on me too much Tex.. I’m not that good when it comes to espionage tactics ahah.. Anyway, I’ll get this message to them as soon as possible. Got to go, see ya Tex.”
“Later Vincent,” Tillerson hung up his phone as the car started to roll again, but then, suddenly..
Before the car even left the intersection, a second, much larger, vehicle came crashing into the smaller one. Sending it tumbling several meters down the street.
Tillerson, who was in the smaller vehicle, suddenly found himself thrown from the car’s back-passenger window and onto the Japanese pavement.
While in flight, he felt a sense of weightlessness, as if the very essence of hatred that had been boiling in his being had been lifted off his shoulders. Like he could truly smile for the first time in over forty years of his existence.
The world spun ever-so-slowly as eyes of passersby fell to him. He thought that if the world were to see him now, they would look on in horror. The sort of horror of man that was brutally murdered at the hands of a government that kept its secrets. That sort of horror.
And as the world spun ever-so-slowly for him, his head connected with the pavement with a violent crack before the rest of his body went twirling into a pedestrian guardrail; twirling even further through the window of a sidewalk store. His final resting position was sprawled about over some mannequins that happened to be in the way of his final trajectory.
The pain, had he not died with the initial crack to the skull and snap of the neck, would’ve been excruciating. But fortunately, he had died before his body came to rest in this store. As such, the fire of his life dwindled and then...ceased…
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
There was only darkness now.