While I was in Japan, I got a phone call from a guy. Told me he needed to see me, that there was something we needed to talk about. Promised it'd be worth my while, but couldn't give out any details. I agreed, and he hung up in a hurry. Great, a mystery just when I thought I had a vacation on my hands.
The next morning, the rain fell with a sad resignation. People huddled under awnings and traveled in groups to avoid the rain. I walked the lonely path to the Akihabara Gundam Cafe, and waited for Mr. Secrecy. It was easy enough to spot him: another foreigner caught in the sea of Japan.
I walked out of there with Jet Stream Attack chicken in my belly, and a booklet full of papers. My next assignment was underway, and I know I'd have to keep my wits about me if I didn't want it to be my last.
Now I'm back in the States, alive and breathing. Almost came back in a body bag, but that's a tale for another time. Now that my life is back together, I'm looking to make something of myself. Too bad for me, though, that Mr. Secrecy shot me another message.
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