Subject: [FFML] [Spamfic] [G.I.T.S.] [Ranma] Future Memories #5: Eyes Wide Open
From: "Tabyk" <tabyk@attbi.com>
Date: 11/8/2002, 3:18 AM
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                         Eyes Wide Open


     All characters mentioned from Ranma 1/2 and Ghost In The 
Shell are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Masamune Shirow 
respectively.  Previous parts can be found on my website.

     Wanted to give a big "THANKS!" to CyWyrm for letting me
throw various ideas at him, as well as for all the proof-reading that
he did (believe me, it made a difference).

     Tabyk     (tabyk@tabyk.net)     (www.tabyk.net)

     * * * * * * * * * *               * * * * * * * * * *

     Sliding easily through the crowded streets of downtown Hong 
Kong he paused to check and make sure nobody else besides himself 
were following his prey.  It was difficult, especially in the 
poor light of dusk and through the hazy rain that was falling, 
but he was confident.  Spotting nobody he resumed his casual 
pursuit of the Chinese woman he'd been contracted to follow.

     It was almost too easy, which always unnerved him.  When 
things went too well, it almost always fell apart towards the 
end.  The simple philosophy had held true in the months he'd 
stayed in Japan, and still held true during the following two 
years in China.

     Watching as she stopped at a fruit stand, he paused to 
adjust the large umbrella he carried.  Couldn't be too careful.  
And then she was moving again, trying to weave through the 
pedestrian traffic as quickly as she could.

     A neutral expression on his face, he followed.

     After six hours of watching the woman he now knew where she 
worked, what she had eaten for lunch, and what her favorite 
flavor of tea was among a few other tidbits.  The big question on 
his mind, however, was why?

     A question he'd found himself asking more and more.

     For instance; Why did a person, who claimed to be this 
woman's husband, want her followed?  Or even better, why is he 
paying good money for it?

     REAL good money.

     Shaking his head he paused a moment, just as she did, 
waiting for a traffic light to allow people to cross.  Then it 
was down another street, followed by some fumbling for keys at 
the door of an apartment building.  Glancing around he crossed 
another street and sat down at a bus stop bench, making sure once 
again that his umbrella protected him from the rain.

     Once again, the waiting game started.

     Checking one more time to make sure that nobody else was 
taking an interest in his presence his eyes were momentarily 
caught by the flashing light bar of a passing police car...

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     ...flinging his arm outward a length of chain shot forth, 
smashing into one of the gang members that was attempting to 
circle him.  A flick of his other wrist sent a half-dozen 
throwing knives at another man, stapling him to the plasterboard 
wall behind him.

     A quick glance down showed the old lady still shivering in 
fright, her grocery bag torn and a mess of vegetables at her 
feet.

     Scowling at the dishonorable thugs he leaped forward 
smashing another man backward and then spun in place to slam the 
heavy ball-n-chain he suddenly had in hand into yet one more.  
Dropping that he turned to face the few that remained standing, 
only to be almost blinded himself by the suddenly flashing lights 
of a police cruiser...

     * * * * * * * * * *

     Cursing himself he thumped his own head in anger, and then 
glanced around to make sure his query hadn't suddenly left the 
building.  Not seeing her he settled back once again to wait.  
For all he knew he could end up spending the entire night here, 
but he was used to that.

     It really annoyed him that he'd done it again though.  
Getting lost in thought, or even worse, in old memories, was not 
a career-making move in this kind of work.  And what bothered him 
the most was the fact that he'd been doing it more and more 
lately.

     He'd mentioned it to Huong a bit ago, but the older man had 
just shaken his head and said it was normal for a person his age.

     Needless to say, that hadn't helped.

     So once again, here he was, poking his nose into someone 
else's business and getting paid to do it.  He hadn't personally 
met the client this time, having been handed this job through 
Huong, but something about the whole setup just didn't lay well 
with him.

     Like, for example, if the woman was married why didn't she 
wear a ring?  Oh sure, she might have taken it off, likely in 
fact, but that just didn't hold with the impressions he'd gotten 
from watching her all day.  And another thing... if the money 
that this guy is throwing around can be used as an indication, 
then what is she doing working at a coffee shop?

     Right now Huong should be trying to chase up her work 
history and such.  An hour of arguing with Government records had 
already established the fact that the man had been lying about 
her identity, but Huong had already taken his money by then, so 
they still had to do the surveillance work.  Now it was just a 
case of watching their backs.

     And maybe hers as well.

     But right now, he had to wait.

     And watch.

     Wasn't Huong meeting with Ishikawa tonight?

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     He sighed once again while looking out of the bars of the 
holding cell.

     Six hours after being arrested for assault and battery, and 
they were still trying to verify his identity.  It kind of 
figures, however, since the village had tried to have as little 
to do with the Chinese government as possible.

     "Mousse.  You're out."  Glancing up he and several others in 
the pen watched as two men approached, an officer followed by 
another man.  Unlocking the door and opening it the officer 
stepped back, allowing him to exit before closing it once again.

     At that moment the second man stepped forward and held out a 
card.  As he paused a moment in confusion the man smiled and 
said, "My name is Ishikawa.  A co-worker of mine heard about your 
situation here, and informed me that you were a person really 
deserving a second chance."

     * * * * * * * * * *

     Again shaking his head to stop the wandering memories, he 
couldn't help but smile a moment.  A strange man, Ishikawa.  In 
the last two years he'd met the man a whole four times, and every 
single time he'd tried to worm out the identity of this co-worker 
of his, but the man was a closed book.  Not even a hint.

     By now, however, he had his suspicions.

     And he didn't know what to think of that possibility.

     Gentle chimes sounded from within the depths of his robes, 
and in a single practiced motion he pulled a cell phone out and 
flipped it open at the same time.

     "What?"

     "This is starting to look ugly, my friend."  Already he 
could hear the worry in Huong's voice.  "The more and more I dig 
into this, the more and more I'm starting to scare myself."

     "And?"

     "I'm starting to build a dossier on our client Mr. Chin."

     He blinked.  If Huong was already starting a profile on the 
client, it was a dark omen indeed.  The last time he'd done that, 
their employer had turned out to be a LOT more then they had 
suspected...

     "So?"

     "Give me everything you have so far.  I'm going to see if 
it's enough to fill the letter of the contract and get out of 
this.  I want to avoid the business regulators if possible."

     So he did.  Times, locations, addresses, even a phone number 
he'd watched her dial from a phone booth.  Everything he had 
meticulously memorized over the last 17 hours he poured out to 
his partner.  At the rate things were starting to progress, he 
also hoped it would be enough.

     "Good work.  Continue the surveillance for now, just in case 
he isn't happy.  I will call soon."

     And that was that.  Tucking away the phone he spun the 
umbrella momentarily, watching the rain water hurl off of it in a 
large circular pattern around him, and then sighed again.  A 
person would think he'd be good at waiting, considering how much 
he'd done in his life.

                                       * * * * * * * * * *

     Checking the address listed on the card he knocked, and a 
few seconds later an older man, in his early forties maybe, 
opened the door asking, "Yes?"

     He stared at the man a moment, and then held up the business 
card, not knowing what to say.  The man just nodded though and 
said, "Of course, I was told to expect you.  Come in."  Stepping 
inside and closing the door behind him he followed the man into 
an office.

     "I've been looking at your resume, and I have to say it's 
quite impressive."  For the second time that day he blinked.

     "Huh?"

     Sitting down in a comfortable chair the man gazed at him a 
moment before very specifically placing a glass of water in front 
of him.  "I've heard a lot of tall tales in my life, and this one 
I have just got to see for myself."

     * * * * * * * * * *

     The bang of a door dragged his attention across the street, 
just in time to see to the woman open her umbrella and start 
walking off.  He glanced at his watch, allowing the woman a 
little bit of space, before standing up to follow her.

     It was 2:15 in the morning.  What was she up too?

     Fifteen minutes, and one close call, later he closed his 
eyes a moment while hanging his head.  Of course.  With all the 
conspiracy theories and double-dealing that he was used to, he 
should have expected it.

     And so he watched from across the street as the woman left 
the 24-hour mini-market...

     ...with a quart of ice cream in her hands.

     Shortly after that he found himself settling down once again 
into his now damp seat at the bus stop.

     It figured.  After observing her for a whole day he could 
even say it fit into her personality profile that he'd mentally 
started on her.

     She also wasn't a bad looking person either, he'd noticed.  
Cute, is a wispy soft of fashion, but it suited her personality.  
Now admittedly she wasn't anything like the Amazon women he'd 
grown to appreciate during his youth, and was nothing like...

     Another shake of the head.

     Those times are long over now, something that had been more 
then graphically pointed out to him by the one he had desired, so 
long ago.  She had gone home, and the Elders had made it clear 
that he wasn't coming with her.

     Painfully clear.

     Which brought him back to the here and now again.  Making 
an, admittedly, decent living by being sneaky and nosey, in that 
order.  He'd managed, so far, to steer clear of doing anything 
TOO dirty, but definitely played in that gray area of the law 
more often then not.

     Noticing the color starting to hint in the horizon, and the 
conclusion of the forecasted rain, he stood and stretched his 
legs.  With another spin of the umbrella, followed by a practiced 
twist, he was able to stash away the item without a single drop 
on it.  It was a simple trick, once you knew how, that he'd 
picked up from Ryoga.

     Now there's a person he wouldn't mind seeing again, even if 
it was a "How do I find the local postal office?" question... 
from somewhere in Europe.

     Checking his watch, and noting that over four hours had gone 
by without a callback from Huong, he pulled his cell phone out 
once again and hit the office speed dial.

     After four rings he heard the answering machine say, "Thank 
you for calling Huong's.  Due to dental issues I am out of the 
office, but please leave a message and I'll return it as soon as 
I can."

     He immediately hung up.

     While anyone else would have thought that the message was 
just was it said, he knew better.  Huong only put that message on 
when he expected things to go wrong.  Now admittedly, he probably 
put the message up before going to meet the client, but after 
this much time had passed he should have taken it down... unless 
something else came up.

     Or he was no longer able to.

     It was time to make a decision.

     6:40am and once more the woman let herself out, pausing just 
long enough to tighten her coat against the morning chill.  
Watching as she started to walk off, a smile on her face, and 
obviously oblivious to the more sinister things happening around 
her, his choice was made.

     "Excuse me, Ms. My-San!"  Jogging the two blocks that 
separated them he finally caught her as she turned to face him.  
A look of surprise on her face she asked, "Do I know you?"

     Giving a short bow he handed her one of his business cards 
while also flashing his identification.  "No, Ms. My-San, you 
don't, but I know you."  Taking a moment to gesture in the 
direction she had been originally walking, he continued.

     "I am a private investigator, and was hired by a Mr. Chin to 
follow you, and have been doing so since noon yesterday."

     "Eh?!"

     "My partner and I were told that you were his wife, having 
left him for another man.  Obviously this was a lie, but we did 
not know this until after we checked out your work history and 
background."

     "What?!  What are you talking about?  I'm not married..."

     His gaze still upon her face, he listened as her voice 
trailed off, and in that moment it told him everything he needed 
to know.  Without even looking to confirm he spun in place while 
lengths of heavy chain spilled out of his right sleeve, and even 
as he turned he used his peripheral vision to target the large 
man who'd just stepped out in front of them.

     The heavy chains smashed into the man, throwing him backward 
onto the ground while also tangling his limbs.  Not bothering to 
check how effective he'd been he reversed direction and grabbed 
the woman's arm as he took off running.  Dragging her three 
blocks as fast as he could, he darted around a corner to an alley 
and paused, giving the woman a chance to catch her breath.

     Finally looking at him she gasped, "What the hell did you do 
that for?!  That man didn't do- AH!" and then she was ducking as 
a loose iron mass hurled through the air and smashed into the 
wall where her head had been a moment before.

     Throwing the woman behind him he turned and found himself 
staring at a pair of glowing red eyes.  The man, the same one 
who'd just violently returned the chains that Mousse had hit him 
with less then a minute ago, narrowed his eyes.  Flexing his arms 
a moment Mousse watched as dual ten-inch blades sprouted from 
each forearm, and the man paused long enough to smile.

     The man was obviously augmented, almost assuredly stronger,
and likely faster then himself, Mousse paused a moment as the
man obviously gathered himself up for a charge.

     Hearing a quiet whimper behind him, he set himself.  It had 
been his choice, eyes wide open, and now it was time to follow
through with it.

     And just as the man literally kicked up dust in his sudden 
explosion of speed the young Chinese warrior, Master of the 
Hidden Weapons Technique, and former Amazon, cried out, "Quill 
Flechette!"



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