THE TOKYO ENGRAM CHAPTER I

    "Do you see them?" The gravelly voice rolled over comms, followed by silence - The voice continued, "Akira?" Akira, finally pressing his PTT, "HVT is confirmed, no eyes on the asset. Six... No, seven Yakuza are present."

 

    "Let's hurry this up and get the fuck out of Tokyo, it's rained the whole time we've been here." The gravel voiced man persisted. Akira paused for a moment, “..Radio silence." Immediately pulling out his comms and stowing them in his duffel, replacing them with a Sig Rattler, attaching his CGS Hyperion suppressor and press checking the chamber.

 

    With his weapon tucked beneath his jacket, he headed down from the third story of a decrepit apartment that had served as his vantage point. He had spent a week learning the guard's shifts, their routes, all the weak points in their security — And their infrastructure.

 

    Akira slipped through a rusted-out portion of fencing, moving his way to the suspected location of the asset. The guards were holed up, playing cards and drinking sake. They'd grown imprudent, and lazy.

 

    He slid open the shoji and approached a black, reinforced crate — Empty, the asset must have already been moved to their bunker, assisted by SABs. The secondary target was this sector's Lieutenant; Akira exited out the rear and moved over to the next structure as three men exited out the front, stumbling.

 

    "Four inside, two with the HIT." He thought to himself, peering through the back, thinly veiled shoji he could see the four rambunctiously drinking sake together, he brought his Sig Rattler to low ready and calculated his shots.

 

    The first round cut through the furthest to the lefts temple, a spurt of brain matter spattered the wall behind him. The second and third were lined up - He took the shot, shooting center mass, working his shots up to the throat. The fourth man, overcome with shock attempted to flee as three rounds hit his spine and the base of his neck, his body slamming through the front shoji.

 

    Akira, pulling a magazine from his belt, performed a tac-reload, and made his way to the front. The other three by now had turned to investigate the commotion. Akira sent two non-fatal rounds into the HVT, and quickly placed three Subsonic 300 Blackout rounds into each of the remaining guards.

 

    Gnashing his teeth, the Lieutenant desperately attempted to crawl away with the little strength he had. But it was too late, Akira was one asset short, and it was time to gather intel.