After I passed out at my company physical (I suffer from serious low blood pressure problems when needles go into my arms), I went out to find nutrition (patty melt and milk tea) at the local Anna Miller’s. Oddly, this American style diner is the frequent meeting place for some yakuza or yakuza types (Akasaka is Sumiyoshi territory), and as I went in, there was a black stretch limo parked out front and a white Toyota with two sunglassed black suiters standing guard. Usual story. My guess is they go for the obscenely top-heavy waitress outfits and stay for the overpriced cafeteria pie. The two bosses left at the same time towards the end of my meal, although I did not see them go out — I just noticed the cars drift away.
When I left, however, a large-sized silver Rolls Royce (or perhaps, a Bentley) pulled around where the white car had been. Two drivers jumped out, pulled an umbrella out of the trunk (which was also filled with what looked like bags of DVDs and manga-sized books graced with a male celebrity’s face), and then ran to the back door. While covering the space outside of the door with the umbrella, the driver frantically explained positions to someone on his mobile phone: “We’re on the left directly after the intersection.”
The passenger finally got out, protected from the rain by the umbrella provided, which he took in his own hands. He was about 5’5″ or so, frail, 30—35 in a rather respectable tailored suit. Nothing too “organized” if you know what I mean (I mean organized crime). He walked to the other side of the car in a young, sheepish way, looked around, but appeared perfectly comfortable with the idea of holding his own umbrella.
Then suddenly, a black luxury BMW sedan pulls up and stops basically in the middle of the road. The driver gets out, and opens the back door. The car is covered in all sorts of odd antennas. The small suited man gets in, the driver closes the door, and the car speeds off.
I stop pretending like I am waiting for someone outside and stumble back to work before realizing my loss of consciousness sucked the life out of me.