Akara just finished up with an early shift that he picked up due to a co-worker needing the afternoon off. The sun barely had gone down as he headed out the back door to Benihana's. He walked over to his black Honda Phantom motorcycle, tossed his leg over it, grabbed his neon-green helmet and began to put it on his head. As he upturned it, a green piece of paper dropped out, hit his lap, then floated to the ground. Curious, Akara bent over and picked up the paper, and as he did, he noticed the green skull imprinted on it. "Hmm." [i]How the hell?!?[/i]

His eyes flickered over the paper, absorbing every bit of information that he could read. [i]Either I'm being set up, or this is one crazy opportunity. He's a man, and men can bleed. We'll see if I'm being set up.[/i] With that, Akara turned on and revved up his Phantom. He pondered over where this building was, how he would get there, what he would bring, what his entry plan would be. He examined the situation in his head as if he were taking out badguys at the warehouse.

Eventually, he made it to his apartment in the Japantown part of Champion City. He parked his bike in his private garage and went inside and booted up his laptop. He began to do research on the area, what the 'gangs' were in the area, seeing if any territories had changed hands, and brought up a city map of the area. After an hour, he went upstairs, took a shower, and went back into his garage. He tossed aside a tarp that appeared dirty and dusty and like it had been there for months, which lay upon several crates and boxes as if he hadn't fully moved in. He stepped inside the refrigerator box and looked upon his makeshift 'lair'. [i]I wonder if I'm going to have to disappear. This Green Skull guy will disappear as well if I have to. Maybe just move my gear.[/i]

Akara then changed into his midnight blue shinobi shozoku (ninja suit, or ninja tabi), attached his various weapons to their respective places, sheathed his katanas on his back, and then turned to his 'other' bike. A midnight blue (matching his suit) Yamaha Samurai stood as it begged to be taken out for another spin. He hopped on his bike, started the near silent engine, ducked as he rode it out of the hollowed out crates, and left his apartment garage.

The Ninja skirted through the back alleys, taking the main roads only when necessary, as he headed to the warehouse where this meeting was to take place. When he neared the area, he began to cautiously approach, still riding the Samurai. Eventually, he parked the bike behind a dumpster about a block away from the warehouse, picked out several boxes from the dumpster, and proceeded to camouflage the bike. Then, on foot, he toe-heel padded his way to the side alley of the warehouse. After he put on his climbing claws, he climbed up the wall to an upper window.

Once the Ninja reached the window, he examined it for alarms. As he expected, none (apparent). A little jimmy here, a few well placed tools there, and soon enough, the window popped open without a sound. As he climbed inside the warehouse, he closed the window and locked it, then climbed higher to the rafters of the warehouse, so he could get a good vantage point. As nobody had arrived yet, the Ninja rested hidden in the rafters, waiting for this Green Skull fellow and whomever else he brought with him. [i]This had better be worth my time.[/i]