In a little coffee shop.....(Open.)

The Stainless Steel Galleria held many different stores, shops and containment zones for the monstrous little human spawn that people called children. Amongst the different visions of heartless capitalism and random greed, there was a rather small little coffee shop. It was a rather homely place with comfortable chairs, clean tables and good coffee at a decent price. But the thing that kept bringing Senshuken back was the chocolate chip cookies. Despite the fact that he suspected that crack was mixed in with the flour, they were worth coming back for.

Sen has set himself up at the only empty booth in the shop with a stack of cookies, a cup of coffee and his laptop. Anyone who looked over his shoulder would have seen what appeared to be a terms and conditions contact for what could have been any number of popular games that were on on the market these days. The only thing that could even remotely be considered strange about his actions was the fact he was reading through it instead of just skipping to the 'I agree' button.

Scrolling down the screen a little more, Senshuken gave the slightest little chuckle at what he read.

'By agreeing to these terms and conditions, you agree to give up all legal rights to your name. Your new name will be selected at random from a hat filled with stupid and funny words that have been preselected by our marketing department.'

Almost fours years before, Sen has managed to hack into the main terminal of Tempest, the producers of the wildly popular game 'World at War'. Instead of doing any damage or stealing anything, the demon in human form had simply added a paragraph to the terms and conditions of what had been a patch in progress. While the exact wording was forgotten, the new addition basically informed the game users that by agreeing to the conditions, Tempests accounting department gained legal ownership of their souls. It was meant to be an Easter egg of sorts to the people who were willing to read the twenty or so pages worth of legal mumbo jumbo. Out of the millions of people who played the game, only three people took notice; Two South Koreans and a boy in Russia.

Instead of announcing the additional content in the terms, they joined in on the joke and made a game of it, points being awarded for creativity. Sen was still ahead in points after the 'Slaves to the CEO' addition, but the Russian kid was a close second. It was one of the reasons that Senshuken loved humanity; they were just so damn interesting to watch and interact with. Sen was about to respond to the challenge before him when he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Someone like Sen didn't get as old as he was without being able to spot a bad situation a mile away. The two men out the front of the coffee shop, holding ski masks with gym bags strapped to their sides trying to hide shiny metal things that looked suspiciously like guns might as well have come towards the coffee house with a megaphone, screaming their intentions the whole way.

Clicking out of what he had been reading, Sen opened up a new program in his tool of choice. Typing at a speed that didn't seem human, the demon looked at the rather complected code he had expertly typed out before hitting the enter button, turning off the security camera's in the whole shopping complex.

Moving his hand to scratch at a part of his leg that was covered by the surprisingly stylish but slightly baggy pair of pants he was wearing, two things happened. A long tube like object disconnected itself from his leg, balancing itself on the back of his shoe as he reached down under the pretense of doing up his shoe laces. The other was a small but surprisingly sharp object sliding out of the sleeve of the white jacket he was wearing, only to vanish during the motions of fixing the laces.

It was better if there was no video records of what was about to happen...

"Look, He's Got A Gun!!!"

It was a rather interesting development to bear witness too. Watching a young woman intentionally making herself look like some breed of shallow bimbo in order to physically maim an armed man with coffee was not something you saw every century. While it was possible for the whole thing to be an accident, Senshuken highly doubted that that was the case in this situation. The woman had drawn his interest.

Standing up from the table, Sen walked quite calmly towards the second, non blind gun-men, who was too worked up about the fact that his partner had already suffered an injury and alerted the whole place before they could get underway. It was rather amusing, watching the man completely freak out because the man had hit the fan so quickly. When the woman cried out about the gun, the second man drew his weapon without a second thought and pointed it right at the woman on the ground, his eyes clearly showing the fury that was overtaking the panic.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID CLUMSY WHOR... ghhhh!!!!!!!!!"

To say that the man's insult was cut off in his throat was almost funny. The look of shock and surprise on his face as the steel knife that had been hidden in Sen's sleeve was priceless. As the man dropped his gun in an attempt to reach for the knife that was preventing him from breathing right, Senshuken's arm suddenly jerked to the left, tearing the man's throat clear out in a spray of blood. Taking full advantage of his arms new position, the demon in human form drove his elbow right into the man's face, breaking his nose and knocking him onto his back while somehow managing to get traces of his blood onto the ceiling while grasping his final breaths.

With the threat taken care of, Sen turned his attention to the woman who had blinded one of the robbers and offered her his left hand to help her up. It was currently the only hand he had that wasn't holding a knife or covered in blood. " "Are you alright Ms?" was the first question he asked, his voiced filled with nothing but genuine concern. Despite the fact he knew she would be fine, there were eyewitnesses that had just seen him kill a man rather brutally. He was still choking to death on the floor, clutching at his throat to try and earn himself a few more vain seconds of life. Killing in cold blood and killing to save someone elses life were two very different things and Sen wanted to make that message loud and clear.

Besides, he was genuinely worried about the girl. She had taken a nasty fall after all. Even if it may have been planned.

"I'm gonna be fine, but we should get that man medical attention before he bleeds out."

Turning his head towards the man he had left choking of his own blood, Senshuken noticed that the coughing had stopped. When he spoke, his words contained a weird sense of loss to them.

"I am afraid that medical attention wouldn't help him in the slightest at this point, unless anyone here happens to have some sort of power that allows them to heal even fatal wounds."

The knife itself had vanished into his sleeve while he was talking, the right arm of his white jacket already stained red with blood. The knife being put away seemed to calm down a lot of the non violent locals.

"Watch out behind you!"

As the mug sailed past him, Senshuken took the moment to have a really good look at the woman he had just 'saved'. While she acted like she was some damsel in distress, the demon had the gut feeling that she would have been able to deal with the situation herself if she had needed too. It was clear that she wasn't happy with his choice of action. In a way, neither was he. Personally, he would have normally not interfered in the slightest unless they were stupid enough to come after him. But then the girl caught his interest.

Not even bothering to look behind him, Sen simply walked over to his booth and picked up his laptop and pocketed the cookies. He had paid good money for them after all. Taking out a wad of cash, he made sure to add a really healthy tip as he turned towards the door.

Passing by the red haired woman, Sen gave her a polite bow. " I have a feeling that we will be seeing each other again soon enough Ms. Good day to you. " was all he said as he walked out the door.

Just as the door opened, a small white business card slipped out of Sen's hand. It bore very little information.

Mr Ketsueki
Information Broker
Mobile: 093 5667 948

As the door closed, Sen simply vanished into the crowd of people walking past.

As the mugger fell, the gentleman with the concealed blade seemed completely...Well rather fine by all this. He hadn't even seemed to be scared or slightly curious as to if the assailant she just took out had planned to shoot him, stab him in the back, or anything really.

(Mind)
"Ok, that's jsut freaky. This guy gives me hebee-geebes and not in a good way."

Immediately after the other man died and his friend was left unconcious, the strange guy would grab his things and then approached Liz once again. This time offering his business card and a kind hearted good day with promises of meeting again. Kind of odd that a guy who's hand was soaked in another man's blood could be so polite about it afterwards. After which time he exited the shop and seemed to disappear from view rather quickly. All this pointed red flags in Liz's mind as she took a good look at the card.

(Mind)
"Mr. Ketsueki, ya I think we will have to see each other again. Except next time I'm going to bring my wall-crawling friend with me."

It would be at that time that Liz realized everyone was staring at her with wide eyes in complete silence; which was understandable considering she was just shown a special interest by the man who murdered someone in such a brutal manner. Not to mention she knocked out one of the robber's herself. She would really need to think fast if she wanted to divert too much attention away from her.

"Oh My Gosh, everyboy don't just stand there that man's dead!! Call the police, please!"

Liz would then start hysterically crying as the people in the shop got back in gear and started making phone calls after phone call to the Steel City Police Department, the press, the hospital and even the city's fire department. A few employee's alco came to comfort Liz, who was being a very good actress at the moment with her fake whimpers. Although, she did feel really bad that someone did die here today. The men were telling her she was very brave and probably saved them all. Great, she was a 15 minutes of fame hero now. It's exactly what she DIDN'T want, publicity.

OT: End it here?