>>5355723"Ya I trained some guard dogs back home in tokyo" well it wasn't real training you just took care o' the mutts and fed 'em scraps but the lady don't need to know that. Marie looks you up and down with a predatory grin "we get a lot of important guests that like to watch dogs perform shows. Think you can train the dogs for the next exhibition?" Like a circus show? You don't really got a clue the fuck she's on about but if you're gettin paid you'll teach the mutts to do whatever dumb tricks the rich bastards want to watch. "I'll do my best" you stare wide open eyed in disbelief when Marie offers you an extravagant amount o' cash for the job. Rich people heh? Don't got a clue how money is worth. You can make ten times more teaching dogs to jump for rich assholes than beating poor bastards half dead for the yakuza! Makes your blood boils sometimes. Blue hair maid shows you 'round the manor after your job interview with the mistress. "We get very important guests so you'd better keep your mouth shut about what happens here" she warns but that ain't necessary. You're a yakuza handyman with a warrant on your head. You know snitches get stitches and you taught that very important lesson to plenty o' witnesses before trials preceding yakuza crimes. Witness tampering is a dirty job but end of the day someone's gotta get their hands dirty and that someone's usually you - Saito F'n Koichi. But being the unlucky bastard you were the noose usually tightened around your neck in the end. Your mouth hangs open when you see the list o' guests that frequently come to the manor. Politicians. Millionnaires. Movie producers. It's like a who's who of every rich bastard that got power in Japan. Do they really come here only to watch mutts do tricks? Something don't feel right.
>A. you gotta get outta here - the first chance you get >B. keep your head low and do your job - just a fly on the wall >C. you stepped on a fuckin goldmine - you can make a fortune scamming the rich bastards 