Akira quickly searched for the house keys in his coat pocket as he and Luci stood outside and the severe rainstorm fiercely poured down on them both. He didn't live in some big, rich two story home, like most people would expect, but rather a normal sized, two bedroom, one story house just outside of Yakuza territory. The neighborhood was rather ghetto as well, his house had been shot up several times, mostly being caught in the crossfire, but on some occasions the place was sprayed with bullets on purpose. Akira liked his house though, and avoided moving despite protests from his family. He lived here for five years, the place was cozy and felt like home to him. [b]"Finally!"[/b] He shouted as he pulled out the house key and jammed it into the lock. Akira practically fell through the door as it unlocked, eager to get out of the rain. He held the door open as Luci ran inside and looked up to the terrible sky once more before shutting the door.

[b]"Geez, next thing you know frogs are going to fall from the sky."[/b] He remarked sarcastically, and looked towards Luci, observing her. She looked soaked, but so was he. The rain didn't really seem to wash the blood away though, rather cause it to run down Luci's face and arms. [b]"Haha, you look like you- er"[/b] Akira stopped himself, recalling what happened in the elevator when he attempted to joke about the blood. [b]"Um, you look like you could use a hot shower, heh. The bathrooms over there."[/b] As the words left his mouth a wave of fear overcame Akira as he frantically reached in his coat pockets searching for the paper with all the client's names and information, hoping it wasn't smeared or illegible. He let out a sigh of relief and a laugh as it wasn't, only a bit wet. He set the clients list on the counter. 

Akira removed his tie and coat, placing them on the couch, and walked towards his room as he unbuttoned his shirt. He hated wearing suits but his father demanded he do so when around him. Thankfully he was drenched and had an excuse to change. As he entered his room he tossed his shirt on the bed and was about to remove his slacks when he noticed a file lay on his desk. The moment he laid his eyes on the file he knew who placed it there; Takiko, his parental guardian and supervisor whenever his father was out on business. She was so uptight! Constantly intruding his home and privacy unexpectedly and without permission. The type of person that would ask an ungodly amount of questions whenever he wasn't home. Thankfully he missed her, it would be difficult to explain why he brought home a blood soaked maid. 

Walking up to the desk Akira picked up the file and skimmed through it, water dripped down from his face and hair, landing on the papers contained in the file. It seemed the council had come to a decision and decided to keep tabs on the Underhill MC in case they were prepping for retaliation. [b]"Great"[/b] He muttered to himself. His father had given him an assignment. He very much wanted to get started on researching Operation Freedom, but he couldn't raise suspicion and ignore his families orders. It was the last thing he needed. Quickly changing into his street clothes, Akira put on a pair of tight light blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots, threw on a white long sleeve shirt and an army green jacket. Walking up to a cabinet in the corner of his room, he opened both doors to reveal an assortment of weapons, guns and ammunition, but he only grabbed a pistol along with a few mags, and stuffed them in his jacket. Akira locked the door behind him as he left his room. Walking up to the front door, he grabbed an umbrella and placed his hand on the doorknob, when he stopped, and hesitated to leave at the sound of the bathroom shower turn on. [b]"Sorry, Luci"[/b] He whispered to himself before walking out the door and regrettably back into the storm.