There were times for subtlety. This really wasn't one of them.
Agent 19 turned and looked directly at the two men, then began walking towards them purposefully, her gaze unwavering.

Jenkins made good time with the car, and by the time one could have used to gulp down a hot cup of coffee he was already in the rental sedan. A sleek if not modern model, gasoline driven and well used. The engine came to life instantly as he fingered the ignition.

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At the cargo terminal, Agent 19 went straight towards the two suits. They couldn't help but stare at her - the purposeful stride and iron gaze making them sem like deer caught in headlights of a truck a moment before a wet *splat*. One looked as if was about to wet his pants. These are surely just ocmmon people, not street samurai.

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The cargo handler looked up at Inuro. The man's blank eyes betraying that he was high on some drug or the other. His hands were steady enough as he took the ID card and swiped it through the scanner. Its screen lit up in green codes and the man ponted to an unmarked black suitcase.

"That's the one you want. Be careful with it please."

The perspiration on his forehead thickened visibly.

Inuro took back the card from the clerk then offered a shallow bow.  "Thank you."

He walked over to the suitcase and picked it up while keeping an eye on the two businessmen about to be run over by the steamroller that was 19.

With a motion towards the exit with his head aimed at Nomura, Inuro began heading back out towards where they left Jenkins.

He completely ignored the two suits as he walked by and left it up to 19 to decided on whether she wanted to continue through with the purpose she was radiating which would inevitably lead to the men's eventual demise or cut the poor bastards loose and get with the going.

Agent 19 finally reached the businesspeople and said, sharply, "Move on. Continue staring and you lose one eye."

Unless the businessmen made hostile actions, she then turned and walked back to Inuro.

     Meanwhile, Jenkins had driven the hire-car back to the rendevous in the car-park.  He hoped that they hadn't seen him coming and bugged... or even bombed... the hire-car.  Or was that a little paranoid?  Jenkins parked in the same place as before and waited for the others to return, meanwhile doing a quick check of the car to spot for anything that might be a bug or a bomb.

10:16, Today: Jenkins rolled 3 using 2d6. spot.

(I'll handle all the hidden rolls - no need to roll on your own. If you still decide to roll, remember to check the "record each die" box since doubles score a critical in this system.)

Being paranoid doesn't mean they are not really after you. Jenkins spent a few minutes searching the obvious places in the car... then a few more checking the one a professional would use. Nothing appeared amiss. The car was well used but in top condition. Yet something was still bothering him, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on it... At least the air freshener gave off a fresh pine-y scent, hanging off the rear view mirror.

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The two suits wasted no time in running away from 19's piercing eyes. One managed to slip and almost crack his head on a wall before regaining his balance and running after his companion.

For the moment, nobody else seemed to be bothering them. A hundred ton military heavy lifter thundered low over them on final approachto the runway, bathing the area in the sharp smell of half burnt kerosene.

Inuro continued on out the doors of the cargo terminal with the suitcase.

Once outside he spotted the rental where they'd left Jenkins and his taxi and adjusted his course towards it.

"Not sure what's in this thing, but let's assume its on the fragile side just in case."  He commented to Jenkins once they had arrived at the rental.

Kimihiko quietly groaned when Agent 19 managed to scare the two suits off.  Apparently they were just your average suits, to his chagrin.  He accompanied Rin to the rental car.

         Jenkins gets out of the car to greet the returning Samuria.  "I'm glad you got it safely," he commented, "but I've got a bad feeling about the rental car.  It's a good car and I haven't found anything suspicious but I think one of you might want to look it over, just to be on the safe side."

Inuro gently set the case down on the ground to free his hands for fishing out his cigarettes.  Lighting one, he replied to Jenkins "Unless you can get her to talk nice and dirty to me, any secrets she's holding are staying right where they are."

Looking towards Nomura and 19 he raised his eyebrows in the obvious question of whether they wanted to take a crack at it.

Kimihiko shrugged, "If you want me to take a look I will, but I don't think I'll find anything."

"I'd be very much obliged if you would," Jenkins says, offering Kimihiko san a pencil-torch.  "Its my own fault for not picking the third car they offered me rather than the first."

Kimihiko checked the car over, looking for explosives or bugs.

Kimihiko spent a few minutes looking at the car, but aside from a cunningly hidden chewing gum beneath the driver seat his search came up empty. So, the rental car seems reasonably safe. However, being completely certain that this car was not manipulated would mean taking it apart in a shop. This was one of those situations where gut feeling is more useful than deduction.

Another aircraft thunders overhead, this time a huge 6-engined Boeing passenger plane. It is so huge that it takes several seconds for its vast shadow to pass above them.

"...in that case, lets get going," Jenkins replied as Kimihiko san declares the car as clean of devices as he can immediately ascertain.  He enters the car, shuts the door and starts the engine.

Kimihiko gets into the back seat of the rental, satisfied with the car being clean.

Inuro reclaimed the same seat from the taxi and once again rolled the window down a bit for the benefit of his fellow passengers while he smoked.

He stayed quiet on the trip back to the pachinko parlor instead keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary in case this task was somehow not the very mundane waste of time it seemed to be.

Jenkins drives back to the Pachinko Parlour carefully: the last thing they wanted was to be stopped by the police or to otherwise attract attention.

Agent 19 sat behind the driver, window rolled down, her eyes taking in every driver and passenger they came near, looking for patterns or interest. A mixture of apophenia and paranoia.

Once on the largely deserted freeway connecting the airport to Tokyo propper, the engine of the rental started giving off an unhealthy whine. And it got worse, quickly. Jenkins' trained ear pinpointed the problem right away - a loose drive belt, or somesuch. Before there was time to stop there was a loud bang, the engine went out, and the car coasted to a stop. Not much else anz driver could do in that situation, right?

In the rear view mirror, Jenkins spotted a headlight... or two... or rather, a while horde of them. Motorcycles, approaching at a leisurely pace, about to arrive at the broken down car in half a minute.

Jenkins fires off a selection of curses, aimed at both himself and the unknown mastermind of the scheme.  With his piece in the other car, there wasn't much Jenkins could do in this sort of situation.

Inuro took a final drag off of his cigarette before he flicked it out the window.

"Alright, if this is what our luck probably means this is, everyone stay cool.  Jenkins, we need this car running.  Get that happening no matter what, but if this thing is toast let us know.  I'll try having a word with our new friends and see if I can work something out."  He said as he rolled the window back up.

"If they're honorable types, or we can't match the price they're getting paid for this, I'm sure what happens next goes without saying.  Besides 19, who'll be doing most of the work, I'm not sure who else is ready for that.  I'm not carrying, but I'll do what I can.  Nomura, you do the same.  Let's try and concentrate on getting Jenkins enough time to get our wheels back up and running if that's an option.  If it's not we'll just have to roll with it all once things start happening."

Inuro pulled out a pair of ¥100,000 knock-off sunglasses out of his pocket and slipped them on before opening up the door and stepping out onto the road.

As the bikers reached them he concentrated on lighting another cigarette while waiting to see what was going to happen.

Agent 19 stepped out of the car, walking alongside Inuro. Oddly, her demeanor changed drastically. Suddenly, she was vapid, brainless arm-candy.
"Can't we just gooooo?" She whined, semi-pathetically, as the riders came within earshot.

     Jenkins goes to the front of the car and lifts the bonnet.  If it was simply a belt coming off, there was a chance it might be fixed quickly.  However, was this likely?  Did the bikers simply arrive at the same time as they happened to break down?  Jenkins looked the engine over to see what the problem was and whether it could be fixed, or at least bodged, quickly.

A few heartbeats later, the bike gang was upon them. Or rather, the gang stopped a dozen feet short of Inuro, engines revving, air thick with the smell of gasoline and burnt rubber as well as the thunder of engines. The performance bikes they rode were painted in subdued, earthy tones; most had narrow banners flying high, displaying this or that personal seal the rider chose. Some even went so far to mount a sword scabbard on the bike.

The leader, a lean figure in bulky black leather with face hiddden by a reflective faceplate, spent a few seconds judging Inuro. With a small gesture of his hand,  the thunder of bike engines died down, and the scene was plunged in sudden silence.

"You have an unhealthy habit." The voice was muffled but audible enough, coming through the helmet.

Meanwhile, Jenkins dug around in the engine. And sure enough, it sems like the belt came off, just as he thought. Innocent enough. What are the chances of that, hmm? It would take him a few minutes to fix this with a proper tool.