“Fine. The choice is yours in what you are to do next: coward here in the plane or go get those things you need with the Emperor’s dinner. I would advise you to stay out and make a presence before you go home to deal with your eye and get dressed in for the Emperor’s Dinner. I say get home at 3 or 4 o’clock. That will be all.” Fernando tells him before hanging up the phone.
As soon as he hangs up, he begins to receive text messages from others of what happened. He sends a mass text to all to continue about their day but to keep an eye out for each other and suspicious activity.
He then makes a phone call to Ichikawa Realties.
(Translated from Japanese)
“What is the Code Word?” a computer generated male voice says
“Enemy Trash Panda.”
“Good morning Agent G. How can we of assistance to you?” The voice changes to a female one.
“Hello, Yes. I would like to know if the American Safe House is available.”
“No. With all due apologies, it is under renovations. Is there another place you might be interested in?”
I will have to get back to you on that after some research but it will be within the hour. Thank you for your time.”
“Thank you for calling.”
Fernando hangs up the phone.
(Back to English)
“Damn, I swear!” He says to himself, thinking of the options available to him. Ichikawa seems to be the best of all options but nothing seems to be available to him. He also thinks, knows, that the car was registered to his name, not that he has a lot to worry about as insurance will cover for it. But if somebody did a license plate trace on it, it would come up as from the rental company and he as the renter of the vehicle. It is paranoid to think along these lines, but of somebody was able to track the vehicle to him, instead of being a random act of terrorism, this has become a deliberate plot against him personally and anyone in the group indirectly.
“What was that?” Dale asks as he hears the muffled explosion almost a quarter mile away.
The others heard it too, but Chip tells him, “Ignore it. These people are not as civilized as we are and bomb each other constantly.”
“I think you’re speaking of the Middle East. This is the Far East.” Monty says.
“Middle East, Far East – who cares. They are still savages. They still have a king, while we vote for our leader.”
“We vote for our leader?” Dale asks.
“Yes we do.” Chip answers in an annoyed tone.
“Then I vote for Gadget to be our leader!” Dale throws out, only to be bonked on the head hard by Chip, “OW! Why you did that?”
“Nobody asked for your opinion!” Chip barks at him.
“But you said...” Dale begins to state.
“I know what I said and it does not apply to me as Leader of the Rangers!” Chip tells him.
“Then we must be savages too since we did not elect you...” Dale says to himself.
Chip turns around about to Bonk Dale on the head again but is stopped by Monty.
“Easy ‘are mate... we’re not ‘here to argue who’s leading who. We got a mission to do!” Monty tells them as he looks at Chip.
“Yeah.” Dale butts in, “Got the money from Misao? We need to get spiffied up for the Emperor’s dinner tonight!”
“She said she would forward something around noon, and I would get a text about it then.” Chip replies, calming down in the process.
“What about the invites?” Monty asks, “We can’t get in without the invites.”
“We’ll go in early and say Misao and/or Gadget has our invites.” Chip says.
“What about Fernando? He got us kicked the last time before I was able to eat anything...” Dale whines.
“I’ll need to make some more phone calls but I think our new found friends can take care of him if they hadn’t already.” Chip replies.
“How much money we got left over? I’m getting hungry and it is almost lunch time.” Dale complains.
“Food is expensive here, if you have not noticed. You can hold out until the Emperor’s dinner.” Chip tells him.
“I have a little something to get us a meal, but it needs to be cheap.” Monty says.
“We can get something from the 7-Eleven.” Dale says.
“7-Elevens have no place to sit down.” Chip throws in, trying to get something better and more expensive.
Dale sighs as he looks at the prices on the posters of the nearby restaurants, thinking that they are quite high. Eventually as they meander about, they find a place to their liking that serves American Cuisine at a very low price. Fortunately for them, or at least Chip, Hondo and Val left the place more than a half hour ago.
As they sit down, Dale leans over to Monty, “How much can you spare?”
“No a ‘hole lot. So go easy on me.” Monty tells him.
Dale looks at the menu and points out to Monty a burger with egg and cheese on a bun, “Hmmm... 900 acceptable?”
“That’s just a bit mo...ooh...ooh...Cheese?” Monty says before seeing the cheese on the picture.
“Don’t get too excited, Monty. It’s a fake cheese. For rats and mice, they do not eat cheese here. Instead they eat tofu!” Chip throws at them
“Toe-Fu?!! Of all the disgusting...” Monty goes back into a normal but angered mode.
Unknown to them, it is real cheese, that has been imported from the states. But they continue to argue the finer points of the pictured food on the menu instead of asking the waiter questions about various selected items. After a while they choose scramble eggs with sausage and fries. Standard cola went with their meal adding up to a total of 1200 Yen. Monty sighed in relief that he was able to feed himself and his friends for such a low cost instead of 1200 Yen per plate.
Another phone call is made to Ichikawa Realties.
(Translated from Japanese)
“What is the Code Word?” a computer generated male voice says
“Enemy Trash Panda.”
“Good Afternoon Agent G. How can we of assistance to you?” The voice changes to a female one.
“Hello, Yes. Can you verify a place for us?”
“What is the name of this place?”
“Maria Rental B&B.”
(2-29-4 Takinoi, Funabashi)
“Hold on please.” (sounds of someone typing on a keyboard can be heard) “That is in Funabashi Prefecture, we do not have access to it unless given the proper access codes.”
“Room for more.”
The sounds of somebody typing can be heard, “OK, it is just a quarter mile from the Ichikawa Prefecture Border, closer to Tokyo than from Ichikawa’s furthest southern point. Hmmm... How many rooms do you need?”
“I have a party of 20, so
8 10 or more rooms would be great.”
“The building has
8 12 rooms. And... it is available. How long will be your stay?”
“Undetermined, but for now to the foreseeable future, 3 to 6 months.”
“Let me discuss this with the rental agent in Funabashi and I will get back to you.”
“I appreciate your assistance with this matter.”
“Since it is a B&B, the renter can send your group meals if you like.”
“I’ll accept the meals but not many in my group like Japanese foods. I just need access to a market and stores. Looking at the map, Tokyo can be reached by highway and train.”
“That is correct. It is the national high speed bullet train from the main station to Tokyo’s main station with a stop in Ichikawa’s main station. It will get you there in less than 20 minutes. The 296 highway is nearby and 14 is further to the south but accessible, both will take you to Tokyo by vehicle as well”
“Again, thank you.”
“It has been a pleasure to serve you, Agent G. I will call you as soon as arrangements can be made.”
The call ends.
Fernando looks at the house on the screen on the laptop, thinking to himself, “It is no safe house, but it will have to do. And it is out of the way to keep everyone safe during our stay.”