Hmmm...

     Fog swirled in a dark, wet mass around the dock, partially 
obscuring the overweight man who waited on it, pacing uneasily in the
faint, filtered light of the street lamps. He paused under one of the
lights and pulled a small watch from one pocket with fumbling hands,
squinting at the numbers.
     "Should'a been 'ere by now..." he muttered, stuffing the watch
back in his pocket. He was about to resume his nervous pacing when the
light scuff of someone walking over the uneven wooden dock reached his
ears. "H-hello?"
     "Jameson-san. You have not brought the item."
     Jameson wiped sweat from his forehead with a cloth. "T-there was
some problems, Mr. Meison, I..." He looked around, trying to find the
source of the voice.
     "I am sure. However, you have failed me for the last time, I am
afraid, and your term of employment is over."
     "Y-you mean...?"
     The voice chuckled, and continued, the oriental accent becoming
a bit more pronounced. "Indeed. You know my name, which means you must
either work for me or be dead. And since you are now dismissed..."
     "W-wait!"
     "Kill him."
     Jameson paused, paling, as he saw... something... step slowly out of
the fog. His conscious mind decided to go out back for a quiet bit of
gibbering as the... *thing*... advanced towards him... reaching out...
     ...and being slammed aside by a lithe, black-clad form. The beast
roared in annoyance, and flashed out an arm towards it's assailant, who 
edged gracefully out of the way, letting the creature overextend and lose
its balance. A second figure landed on the creature's back, and drove a
long blade up into the base of its skull and through to the brain. With
an unholy howl of pain, the beast reared up and flailed, only to be then
kicked in the throat by the first figure, and sent sprawling on the dock
in a twitching pile.
     Jameson took a slow, shuddering breath. The battle had taken no more
than a few seconds. He hardly dared to move as the figure with the blade
slowly turned to him.
     "You."
     Jameson gaped. A woman?! "M-me?"
     The woman looked at him, deep blue eyes flashing from the eye-slits
in her mask. Her gaze seemed to pass right through him, and he shuddered
at it, trying to raise up some modicum of decorum and not simply fall to
the ground gibbering in fear.
     The woman shook her head, turned back to her companion. Two other
figures slipped easily out of the fog nearby, joining her. "Meison?"
One of the other figures shook its head.
     The woman turned her eyes back on Jameson for a moment. "Go back to
your home, little man. Do not show your face here again."
     "Er... right... I'll just..." Jameson paused, noticing that he was
suddenly alone on the dock. "...be running along now. Right." He shook
his head as if to clear it, as the fog seemed to lift from the dock, his
mind already hard at work rationalizing away what he had just seen as a
mere fantasy, and...
     He paused, noticing some symbols burned into the wood of the dock,
next to a large dark patch, where the -- he decided not to think about it,
concentrating on the marks.
     "'Knight Sabers'? What the bloody hell does that mean?"

I want in on this one, if there's a Group 'O Writers forming for it. ;)

--JT