Board Thread:Grimm Fanfic/@comment-24460574-20140531045725/@comment-5189167-20140616082945

''Boto Tucuxi: Heard TK in Seattle area for business. Want to meet up? Tell him I say hi.''
 * Kenta Masaru meditates in a dark motel room. The carpet is covered in stains and dirt. The bed is old and rotted. The television plays silently in the corner. The windows are boarded up, so only a sliver of light comes in. Masaru is ensconced in his own dark thoughts.
 * A phone buzzes, pulling Masaru out of his reverie and back to reality. He picks it up and sees a received message:

''FireFly: Thanks, on my way. Running out of cash though.'' Boto Tucuxi: What're the names of the men? FireFly: Lukas Wronski, Claudia Amadore, & Torsten Mikkelsen
 * A few seconds pass before his phone buzzes again:
 * Masaru follows the carpet stains to the bathroom, where three bodies are piled up inside the bathtub. He reaches in and searches for their wallets. Assassins usually carried their personal documents on their bodies, he'd learned over the years, unless they were long terms or locals. He carried his passport on his body, but stashed three others in a tree a few miles from here. He knew he'd have to go get them soon.
 * He pulled out the passports and checked their names, typing them in his reply:

''Boto Tucuxi: Europeans, huh? I hope you haven't angered the Verrat as well. That would up my price."''

FireFly: How much they got?

''Boto Tucuxi: Together you have nearly a million USD. That'll keep you afloat for at least a month, if I'm nice."''

FireFly: You're lucky I already have one mastermind to chase.

''Boto Tucuxi: Oops! Just stole a thousand. Good thing you didn't swear, or it'd be more.''

FireFly: Can you just get me a flight?

''Boto Tucuxi: Your plane leaves tomorrow. Have a nice trip!!!''
 * Kenta Masaru quickly began to pack. He pondered which fake passport to use for this flight. Ryuu Satoshi is still wanted in Colombia, he mused, and Interpol is still looking for Mako Tamotsu in St. Petersburg. So let's go with Sho Gibusu then, until Boto clears my names.
 * Having finished, he grabbed lighter fluid and started pouring it on the carpet, covering the room in volatile liquid. He emptied the can on the corpses in the bathtub, and lit out a match.
 * He sighed, staring sadly at the dead bodies. They really look quite peaceful, he thought to himself. The woman would be quite attractive. He tried to shake those thoughts away. They had no place in a life like his. He dropped the match. Flames flared up, licking at the cadavers and reaching out of the bathtub at the feet of Masaru, who was quickly walking away.