This choice: Back with Shingo Ishikawa. • Go Back...Chapter #5Back with Shingo Ishikawa. by: Unknown Shingo got up lazily. The pounding in his head, the all too familiar sensation as if someone was tapping the side of his head with a baton stopped him from doing anything abrupt. It was the after effect of using 'Dust', although lately the pain seemed to last a bit shorter. Still, it was too annoying that he decided to smother the sensation with a couple of generic painkiller. He already missed being in control of another body.
Shingo walked to the front door, glancing at the ripe orange orb rising in the horizon, he decided to get a bite. In this case, two packets of instant noodles and with eggs. The pounding in his head certainly made him in no mood to taste something gourmet, besides, if he wanted to, he could do it later. He went to eat outside on his balcony, gazing at the street of Tokyo below which rapidly getting jam packed with vehicles of various make and color. People earning their daily bread.
Shingo was drawn inside again from the barely discernible sound coming from his TV set.
''Today the police is continuing the investigation into the death of Matsuyama Shintaro.'', a professionally dressed male anchor said.''The rising popstar Umeda Rie was taken into questioning as witness, although she claimed to not remember many things.''
''It's clear that Umeda might be suffering from a traumatic experience.'', suddenly the picture went to a bespectacled expert.
''So far the cause was suicide. Idoltrax had not issued an official statement yet'', the anchor concluded before he moved to another similarly more interesting topic. The weather.
Shingo chuckled, ''Of course it was!''
Switching to another channel, he saw Rie Umeda going out from the police station, many fans were there as well, some holding words of encouragement for her. Shingo gazed at her intently and remembered how yesterday he had seen her assets thoroughly. He had made a very interesting video that he sure would enjoy sometime later in the evening.
Finished eating, he dumped his plate in the sink, as he get ready to do another job. He took another look at the bag of white powder in front of him.
*****
That night, Craig Robertson looked at several packets of dust secretly stashed away under a secret compartment. He was issued to deal with 'Dust' users in Japan, as CIA began a series of campaign to make the usage of 'Dust' exclusively for themselves again. That story about Curt was definitely a story well spun.
''How can something like this cause so much trouble.'', Craig sighed. He knew the limitation of the drug. Approximately 50% died from first time use, a reason which until this day was undiscovered. Also, not everyone is susceptible to be possessed by the drug users. He knew by first hand experience when he tried to use the body of a Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department officer to gain access to several files he suspected the Japanese was trying to keep hidden from CIA. Although he did succeed to get the files after using another officer. Craig knew he had to be careful, people who cannot be possessed may also already being possessed by someone else.
His thoughts went to his pretty underling, Amelie Owens. She was the one that he needed to keep in check. Or to be exact, he had to appear as a bumbling agent, someone that wouldn't be thought of getting in their way as there is no way he can be sure of everyone being 'clean'. It was hard to appear to be dumb, but not too much, although he had done it succesfully for the last 2 months in Japan. Turning to his file, he ruled out several small clans, they wouldn't have the resources and contact to use the 'Dust' and he suspected whoever was using it, wouldn't freely give it away. They would use it to their advantage. A clan might use it to advance their own business or to get rid of competitor. The problem was, unlike American company, it was hard to see who really owned a business in Japan, due to cross holding and complicated Company Law in the country.
Craig put back the packets. He had no need of it. Yet.
*****
Amelie hummed a tune, as she stepped into the shower. Letting the warm water pelted against her whole body, her dainty hands traced her figure, starting from her hip, up to her bosom. She felt how smooth, round and soft they are. Her fingers cupped the two jiggling orbs. Her fingers brushed against her erect nipples. And perky. She then proceeded to masturbate, before it was cut short as she could made out the sound of her doorbell ringing repeatedly.
''Who is that? At this hour?!'', Amelie cursed, but she quickly wrap herself in a bathrobe. She looked through the eye hole mirror thing to see a smiling Aiko Hayashi in front of her door.
Amelie let the door open so Aiko can invite herself in. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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