It wasn't uncommon for Shin to be found within the very-most slums of the city, but it wasn't your everyday occurrence either. Those around him knew that as well as the young mercenary did, although he disliked the term 'mercenary' itself. He [i]was[/i] a thief through and through, over the years, that much had become evident within his day to day nature. These slums through times passed, were now his home once again. The only good part? Anyone apart of the so called 'law' or so they posed as, never- no. Very rarely entered unto this part of the city. It was the only saving grace for these people, some of which like him. Others simply fighting for survival be it against those upper class snobs as Shin recalled, or one another for scraps of food, scraps that kept these people living.

Still, as of now. That was unimportant. As cruel as it was, and Shin knew that to be so, any others living here were of no importance to him. What was you ask? To find a way so that he, himself could keep on living. Keep on fighting, and the most crucial part of that? To keep on looking too, looking for those that hurt the ones most precious to this young man. Luckily for him, there were those here who spoke his native tongue, not many but a rare few, that in itself was.... well nice. It felt as if he was back home again with talk like that, Shin's head coming to turn to his sudden right coming across another male who appeared quite younger than his own self.

"Shin-san, watashi wa kore o mitsuketa. Sore wa anata no tame no yō ni miemasu." (Shin, I found this. Looks like it's for you.)
[b]"Eh, nandesuka? Sore wa dare karadesu ka?" (Eh, what is? Who's it from?)[/b]
"Shiranai. Shikashi, sore wa kokode wa, jūyō-sōda." (Dunno. But it looks important, here.)
[b]"Arigatou." (Thank you.)[/b]

A small letter made it's way into his right hand, the other male leaving quickly after with a small respectful bow. On the front read 'For a Mr. Fox', so they knew him by that name? Whoever it was, looked like they had been doing a little digging about what he was up to then, at least that was the first thought to pass Shin's mind anyhow. It wasn't sealed from some of the finer things used by the upper class, as he had spotted on his journeys about the city. It looked rather common actually. Huh. Turning the letter over and taking the paper from within it's small package easily. Chocolate orbs narrowing slightly at what the contents of the letter, and what was being asked of him. Just what on earth did this so called 'Mr. Dust' want with him? One thing was for sure, if this so called organization named 'The Citizens' wanted him, it meant they wanted others as well. Might as well go check it out then, right? 

Having headed where he was told all on foot, having lead him to a phone that seemed as if it was centuries old, but still remained in working order. How odd. The voice he had heard upon the other end sounded rather gruff and almost uninterested. But Shin could never tell properly by just a voice, he would have to meet a person face to face to find out. Following the directions given to him, although cautious about this entire situation, the young thief soon came across the warehouse with the number '67' marked onto it's outer frame. Seeing the front locked up tightly, Shin slowly moved forward, hands tucked within his jacket pockets. Although spotting them, he ignored any others within the area, coming to halt at the side door of the building. 

Would he ever regret doing this, or coming this far so quickly? Nah. He could regret when he was dead, and seeing as he wasn't just yet. Until then... any being inside would here two tapped out sounds on the side door, that of a rough knocking sound. Twice as requested, time to find out just what this was all about.