Power Rangers GPX, episode 1: Start Your Engines, Part 1
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Pow-wer Rang-gers G-P-X, let's go!
Start your engines, lift the green flag high
We're taking the lead, we're here to save the day
Stare our enemies down, our victory is nigh
There's a battle to fight, WE'RE NEVER GIVING UP!
Stand up, take your chance, we're here and will unite
We're ready, and we're gonna take them down
They can't beat us, we're united in our fight
We're invincible, and we're never gonna die!
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
We're the defenders of the human race,
Power Rangers G-P-X, GO!
STAND UP AND FIGHT!
We're never gonna lose the race,
Power Rangers G-P-X, GO!
We're gonna save the day,
We're gonna save the day,
We're gonna save the day!
FUCK YOU BAD GUYS!
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A lone sergeant walked through the halls of the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia. He carried with him a briefcase, and that was it. He was trying to find where his superior was. There was urgency about the place as the people, mostly military, scurried through the halls. Something had gone down recently. The sergeant, Sgt. Steven J. Grant, found the room where the man he was looking for was. He was in a meeting with several top officers of the United States Army. "Col. Greene, sir," said the Sergeant, saluting his superior.
"What is it?" The colonel asked. He was an African-American man in his 40s. His face was slender and his eyes showed his worry about the situation at hand. His suit was decorated with lapels, all of them military awards. He did not have his hat on, as he was in a meeting with other top officers.
"Sir," said the Sergeant. His tone was desperate, as if he was worried about the situation. "They're preparing for attack."
Colonel Alan Greene, a veteran of 17 years in the United States Army, sighed. He looked at the other officers in the room, all of them being of higher rank than him. One of them, a General, nodded his head. "Begin the Operations," said Col. Greene. "I want the operatives in Tokyo in one month at least. I'll be going to Tokyo myself to oversee operations."
"Yes sir!" The sergeant replied. "By the way, have you decided yet?"
"Of course," said Col. Greene. "I decided some time ago. The operatives will be sent their messages and they should arrive there in four-to-six weeks."
"All right then," said Col. Greene. "I assume there won't be any problems for the operatives to get to Tokyo?
"No sir there won't be any problems."
"Good," said Col. Greene. "You're dismissed, Sergeant."
"Yes sir," said the sergeant. He left the briefcase on the table for the Colonel. The Colonel opened the briefcase and looked over its contents, several files of information regarding the 'operatives'.
"This 'Project' of yours better be successful," said one General.
"It will," said Col. Greene. "The operatives are among the best that we trained, so we know what they're capable of."
"I hope you're right," said the General. "I just hope the people who submitted it weren't crackpots."
"They weren't sir," said Col. Greene. "I assure you, the Project will be a success."
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Friday, May 21st, 2010, Narita International Airport, Narita, Chiba, Japan
Two travelers stepped off an international flight from Los Angeles into the gate at Narita Airport in Nairta, in the Chiba prefecture of Japan. Neither one was Japanese, both of them of European extraction. One of them had on a green track jacket while the other was also wearing a green suede jacket. The one wearing the green track jacket wore a Chicago Blackhawks hat, indicating he might be from the previously mentioned Midwestern city. The one in the track jacket looked 21, the other looked 24.
"Well, we're here," said the one on the right, with an American accent.
"It's about time!" The other one said in an Irish brogue. "I'm gonna have neck cramps for the next week that took so long!"
"We just came from LA," said the American. "It's not that bad."
"Especially after the visa issues," said the Irishman.
"Tell me about it," said the American. "Stupid vaccines. So this is Tokyo."
"Well, not exactly Tokyo," said the Irishman. "We're in the Chiba prefecture." The Irishman was also a bit bigger than the American, who looked like a baseball player. But so did the Irishman.
"I guess it's a beginner's mistake," said the American. He took off his hat and ran his hand through his finger-length hair. "So we came all this way with barely any knowledge of Japanese for an internship. This better be good."
At the same time, in a different gate, a young woman, also around the age of 20, stepped off her flight. She was not like the two young men who stepped off the plane; instead she seemed to be of South American extraction instead, with brown hair going down to her shoulder. She appeared to be about 5 feet and 5 inches tall, somewhat normal. She looked around the gate for a few seconds before picking up her bag and departing for customs.
At the same time, but not at the airport, two people, a young man around the age of 21, and a young woman around the age of 18 rode on a bullet train into the 23 Special Wards of Tokyo. The two were were native Japanese, coming inbound from Kyoto. The girl was looking out the window, while the young man read a book; an actual book, not a manga.
"We'll be arriving at our destination pretty soon, Miyazawa-han," pair's bodyguard said in Japanese.
"Thank you, Toji-san," said the young man. He looked at the girl on the train with him. She was still looking out the window, not because she was ignoring him, but because of the long train ride from their home in Kyoto. The young man simply let her be and went back to reading.
"Come on, let us in the country!" The American featured in the previous scene at shouted at the customs official.
"I'm not done looking at your passports!" The old customs official as he slowly looked over the passport.
"Irish customs is much better than this," the American said to his Irish co-traveler.
"You are Sean O' Callahan, right?" The customs official asked.
"That's me," said the American—I mean, Sean. "Are you going to let me in?"
"First, I need to check if that's who you really are," said the official. Sean let out a sigh of exasperation and banged his head on the counter. "Let's see here," said the official. "Brown hair... check. Brown eyes," Sean looked at the official. "Check. Okay..."
"I've never seen a customs official do this," said the co-traveler.
"Okay then!" The official said. "Your passports have been approved." Sean looked up at the official. "Sean O' Callahan, here's your American passport and Kevin O' Donner..."
"Yes?" Kevin asked. "And it's pronounced, 'O'Donnell."
"Are you two cousins?" said the official.
"What? No!" said Sean.
"We're not even related," said Kevin. "We're friends."
"Oh, okay," said the official. "I was wondering why he had a United States passport and he had an Irish—"
"GIVE US THE DAMN PASSPORTS!" Sean yelled. But then he realized he was in customs at an airport and it's quite possible a few kids might have heard him. "Heh, heh, sorry," he said. He felt like an idiot, and so did Kevin. When they were able to leave customs, they immediately went to the baggage claim to pick up their bags from the flight. It took a while, but Sean and Kevin were able to find their bags.
Meanwhile, the young lady, Maria Aparicio, was having less difficulty with her passport, which the official had no problems with. "No, I'm indifferent towards Hugo Chavez," she said to the curious official who had been examining her Venezuelan passport. She proceeded to the baggage claim as well, and it also took her a while to get her luggage, but she got it as well. After that, she went outside to the pick-up area where she saw two young men—Sean and Kevin—discussing which hotel they were going to.
"I think it's this one," said Sean.
"No, it's that one," said Kevin.
"The Hilton? No, I think it's the Prince Sakura Tower," said Sean.
"No, it's the Shinjuku Prince Hotel," said Kevin.
"Hola," she said to them both. They turned around in surprise.
"Um... hi," said Sean, blushing at how good looking Maria was. "What is it?"
"I might be able to help," she said. "May I see it?" She asked, regarding the piece of paper they were looking at. She looked it over and said, "I believe it is the Prince Park Tower."
"Isn't that the one near the Tokyo Tower?" Kevin asked.
"Yes, it is," she said.
"How do you know that?" Sean asked her.
"Because I looked it up on the internet," she replied.
"Duh," Sean said to himself.
"But I'm also staying there," she said.
"You are?" Sean asked. He looked at Kevin and said, "Hey, why don't ask her if she wants a ride?"
"Why?" Kevin said with a bit of suspicion on his tone.
"Why not?" Sean replied. "She's going to the same hotel we are, so we might as well kill two birds with one stone!" Kevin thought about it for a minute and then said,
"Senorita,why don't you ride with us? We won't do anything to you, just so you know, but it's just for convenience."
Maria thought about it for a few moments before saying, "Sure, why not? I'll ride with you."
"All righty then!" Sean exclaimed. "Let's go, shall we? I think I see our car."
A few minutes later, the trio was in the car that would take them from the airport to the hotel in the Minato ward of the 23 Special Wards. It was a limo, which was something neither of them was used to, so they were all conversing with each other in the car. "So let me get this straight: you two are friends?" She asked. "But Sean, you're American and Kevin, you're Irish. How did you—"
"My dad was born in Dublin and he used to take me there sometimes," said Sean. "Kev's dad was an old friend of my dad's and so we became friends, as well."
"Okay, nice life story," she said.
"Yeah," Kevin said. "So now we're going to ask you where you're from."
"I will, but Sean will need to tell me where he's from too," said Maria. "I know Kevin is from Dublin, but what about you, Sean?"
"Me?" Sean asked. "I'm from Chicago, Illinois. Now you answer the question."
"I'm from Caracas," she said.
"Where is that?" A very confused Sean asked. Really, he shouldn't have been and Maria seemed justifiably upset at his question.
"It's in Venezuela!" Maria angrily shouted. "It's only the capital of the blasted country!"
"Oh, sorry," said Sean. "What's it like? I've never been there."
"It's not too bad," she said. "There are some nasty slums, but the area I'm from what is essentially one of the middle-class areas of the city, so my family's pretty well-off."
"Cool," said Sean.
"So what are you doing in Japan?" She asked the both of them. "You don't look like anyone who would come to Japan for no reason."
"I'm coming here because I got an invite for an internship with the Miyazawa Group," said Sean.
"Same here," said Kevin.
"So did I," said Maria. "Wow, talk about coincidence, huh?"
"Yeah, I'd say so," said Sean. "So, what do you like to do, Maria?"
"I do yoga and meditation," she replied, "And Brazilian Jiu-jistu."
"Really?" Sean asked. "I think we have something in common, especially with the martial arts." Kevin silently laughed, as he realized Sean was hitting on Maria.
"We do?" asked Maria. "How?"
"Well, I've been taking karate since I was ten," said Sean. "I'm not even sure why I had to do that stuff, I was mainly focusing on hockey."
"Yep," said Sean, "Shotokan style."
"The Irish Defense Forces don't have anything like that," said Kevin. "But I took Jeet Kun Do and I also do MMA on the side."
"Really? That's amazing!" said Maria.
"So I guess we've all got a connection here," said Sean. "We're martial artists."
"Is that why you've been fighting those robots that have appeared lately?" Kevin asked
"Those things?" Sean asked. "I don't know, maybe. I can't be too sure what they are, but they're just annoying little tin men, I can take 'em easily."
"Cocky one, aren't we?" Maria asked.
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"So they're all here?" Col. Greene asked.
"Yes sir," said a soldier. "They're on their way to the city now."
"What about the others?" Col Greene asked.
"They're in the city right now," said the soldier. "They've just checked into the Prince Park Tower Hotel in the Minato Ward."
"Alright then," said the Colonel. "Have the invitations sent out once the other three check in, they should receive them tomorrow."
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Tokyo amazed the three travelers. The twisted steel, combined with possibly postmodern, ancient and traditional Japanese architecture blended perfectly together in a seamless patchwork of 23 Special Wards that made up the Tokyo Metropolis. It was late afternoon, so the sun was beginning to set a little.
At the same time, people filled the sidewalks like a river, even on the crosswalk. Just imagine their amazement when they saw the crosswalk outside of Shibuya station! The neon signs, although they were not lit, were also adding to the experience, which Sean noted that Tokyo pulled the neon thing off better than his hometown of Chicago.
As any traveler who was just getting used to his new location, they were completely dumbstruck at the majesty of the place. The natives, of course, being used to this, simply went about their business. Anyways, it's extremely difficult to describe Tokyo. It's just... Tokyo. So we'll get back to the main story.
Sean, Kevin and Maria were still in the car, which was still in Minato when Sean caught something in his peripheral vision. "Hey, what is that?" He said, pointing at it. Kevin and Maria looked out the window, which was on the passenger's side (the left side of the car) and saw what looked to be...
"Robots!" Maria exclaimed.
"Looks like the ones that have been causing trouble," said Kevin.
"Let's take 'em," said Sean with a look that clearly said he was itching for a fight.
"Sean, what are you doing?" Kevin asked, trying to stop him.
"What does it look like?" Sean asked. "I'm gonna take 'em! Stop the car!" The driver stopped the car and Sean got out of the car to the protests of the Kevin and Maria. Kevin, knowing what he had to do, apologized to Maria and jumped out of the car, while telling the driver to stay put.
The ten robots advanced on the girls. Kaede, Hikaru and Kagome were scared to death. These robots were everywhere, it seemed! They could have defended themselves if they knew how to fight robots, but they didn't even know any martial art at all.
They were like sleek, walking suits of armor. They had no face, it just looked like a knight's helmet but a pair of menacing red eyes glowed from the slit at the eyes. Their gaits were slow and mechanical, but it just made things worse for all of the girls. Their only weapons were short staffs with blades at the end containing a blue gem.
"Are we going to die?" Keade asked with terror on her voice.
"I don't know," said Hikaru.
"Please let someone come to our aid!" Kagome shouted. They had heard stories of these merciless robots that seemed to come from nowhere to attack people. Where had they come from?
"We should run," said Kaede. The other two girls heard Kaede's suggestion, but couldn't do it.
"I'm too scared," said Kagome. "I can't!"
"Will somebody help us?" Hikaru called out to the world. But no one seemed to answer. All seemed lost for the trio of friends. The robots continued to advance on the trio, drawing their weapons, their mechanical noise scaring them even further. The leader's eyes glowed red, which scared the trio even more. It looked as though the girls would meet their end, when suddenly-
"Hey machine heads!" A call came from behind the robots. The robots stopped advancing on the girls and turned around to see two young men standing at the end of the alley. The one on the right was wearing a green track jacket and a baseball cap with his arms crossed, while the one on the left was also wearing a track jacket, but was not wearing a ball cap. "You do realize it's not nice to hurt anyone, especially girls?"
The robots simply began preparing to attack them. The one on the right, who was slightly bigger than Sean, cracked his knuckles, while Sean simply stood there. The robots changed their targets for the two at the end of the alley and advanced on them, this time much more quickly.
Sean and Kevin got into fighting stances, Sean in a southpaw, Kevin in an orthodox stance. The robots got closer, this time running at them, when Sean, in a perfectly time manner, brought his right leg up and delivered a swift and powerful roundhouse kick to the lead robot's head, then twisting around and delivering a reverse roundhouse kick to a different bot, knocking the both of them away and out of commission, with a loud and powerful kiai. After that, Sean got back into his fighting stance. The other robots had stopped after the leader and another one got hit. "Come on, who wants some!?" Sean asked. The robots attacked, and the fight was on.
In a swift, powerful, tornado of moves, Sean and Kevin laid waste to the robots. The air was filled with the noise of the two young adults' kiais and the sounds of the robots exploding at they were struck by the powerful attacks of Sean and Kevin. Anyone who was within earshot or seeing distance watched in awe as these two—dare I say—living weapons routed the robots almost with ease. The two fought with an intensity that amazed all those who were watching. The robots could barely stand a chance.
One tried to get Kevin from behind, but he grabbed the robot's arm, and in a swift move, threw the robot the ground, damaging the machinery inside, rendering it useless. Finally, all the robots were gone, and the two humans stood tall above the wreckage of the robots. The two got into a resting stance and let out a deep breath before taking a bow before them. And with that, the crowd burst into cheers. The two turned around again and bowed as well. Then the girls who they had saved ran up to the both of them and gave them big hugs.
"Arigato gozaimasu!!" They said to them. Too bad Sean and Kevin didn't speak a word of Japanese.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying," said Sean. The girls didn't understand either, though, and it just lent to even more confusion. "Um, we gotta go, okay, but, uh, you're welcome!" The two left to the cheers of the crowd. Sean couldn't help but soak up the cheers, much to his friend's chagrin.
"Impressive," said Col. Greene after watching the footage of Sean and Kevin beating the robots, which had been taken from a security camera nearby.
"That's good form," said someone else.
"Motomiya," Col. Greene said to a soldier in the room. "Can you zoom in on those two for me?" The soldier did as was requested and zoomed the picture in on Sean and Kevin. Then he paused the video so the people in the room looked at them.
"They remind me of our trainees," said one of the soldiers in the room.
"Good then," said Col. Greene. "I look forward to meeting the candidates tomorrow. Have the invitations been sent?"
"Yes sir, they will receive them tomorrow morning."
"Not bad, huh?" Sean said as he got back in the car. "We kicked their asses, if you say so."
"Whatever," Maria said. "You only had to fight ten robots, if you fought any more of them, you would have been beaten."
"Are you saying we got lucky?" Sean asked. "That's not luck, that's what 11 years of martial arts training and hockey can do!"
"I wasn't saying you got lucky," said Maria. "I'm just saying you should be grateful you only had to fight 10 robots instead of 50!"
"Whatever!" Sean replied. "A beat down is a beat down in my book."
"By the way, where do those things keep coming from?" Maria asked.
"I don't know," said Sean. "But I've been messing with them for about two weeks now and some people have even sent pictures where I'm on a wanted poster! HA!"
"I hope it doesn't go to your ego," said Maria.
"It has," said Kevin. "I should know, I'm his friend let me tell you; he's got a pretty big ego. I wouldn't call it Limbaugh-sized, though, but pretty big."
"Well then, that proves my point," said Maria. But then Kevin leaned to whisper in Maria's ear and said,
"Actually, he's really not a bad person. Once you get to know him, you'll find he really cares about his friends and family. He's a gentle person at heart. Just give some time and you'll see."
Daisuke Miyazawa, the young man who was on the train bound from Kyoto, watched the footage of Sean and Kevin's fight with the Swabots on the news in his hotel room. His 18-year-old sister Hitomi watched as well. Daisuke was around 21. His hair was shorter than Sean's, and he seemed to have the same build as him, that is, the build of a second baseman. He was also around 5 feet, 10 inches.
Hitomi, meanwhile, was much shorter than him, around maybe 5 feet 4 inches and had lighter skin, compared to her brother's. She had long, wavy hair that unlike her brother's hair-which was jet black-was sort of a hybrid between brown and black, which made her look a little bit like a J-pop singer. Of course, their mother wasn't too happy about that, because it sort of gave her unwanted attention. And unlike Sean, who parted his hair down the middle, Daisuke parted his hair on the right.
"He's good," Hitomi said in Japanese. "Do you think he's here for the same reason we are?"
"Maybe," her brother replied, also in Japanese. "If they are, then this should be interesting."
"I wonder where they're from." Hitomi asked.
"They might be European or American," said Daisuke.
"American?" Hitomi asked. Daisuke nodded. Hitomi shrugged and went back to reading.
"Come on, hurry up with those bags!" Sean said to the valet guy at the hotel. "And don't drop them, either!"
"Calm down," said Kevin. "It's not like we're in hurry or anything."
"Whatever, I just want to get to the room and take a shower, I smell like shite."
"Watch the language!" Kevin said. "There might be kids listening."
"Except they might not be able to understand us," said Sean. "So I can get away with that."
"Except they might know a little bit of English," said Kevin. "So you might not."
"Can you two quit arguing and come inside so we can check in?" Maria shouted.
"All right! All right! We'll be there!" Sean said, slightly slipping into an Irish accent as he said it. "I hate it when that happens," he said to Kevin as they entered the building.
After checking in, the three went to their rooms. Sean and Kevin were sharing a room, while Maria had her own room. Both were on the same part of the building, the Park Floor. Sean and Kevin again, had their own room. When they opened the door to their room, the sight of it floored them, and they both gave a simultaneous drawn-out "whoa."
"This is incredible!" Sean shouted. "Look at this! We're living in the lap of luxury tonight, Kevin my man!" He went around the room, seeing what was in it. "Look at this, we got a fridge! And an LCD T.V.! We'll be living like kings tonight Kevin!" The room's area was 409 sq. ft, with two rooms, a TV room and the bedroom, which had two beds. It also had a kitchen, with the previously mentioned refrigerator.
Of course, as this was only one kind of room, (listed on the website as the 'Park Suite Room' on the website) it worked for them anyway. "Kevin, check out this view of the city!" The view was spectacular. It had a view of the Tower, the park surrounding it and the surrounding city. It began to hit the two that they were in friggin' Tokyo! "Dude, I still can't believe we're here in Tokyo!"
"Neither can I!" Kevin said. "Hey, let's get something to eat."
"Okay, but first, I have to shower."
Even the restaurant they ate at amazed them. The place they ate at, the Brise Verte on the 33rd floor had a fantastic view of the city. And wouldn't you know it, Maria was there as well. "So do you like it here?" She said to them.
"Are you shittin' me?" Sean asked. "This place is awesome!"
"I'm glad you like it," said Maria. "By the way, what have you heard about the Gulf Oil Spill lately?"
"BP's incompetent," said Sean. "And I'm not sure what this has to do with the conversation."
"Then I guess I'll have to wonder where the Robots are coming from," she said.
"We don't know," said Sean.
"Maybe you should care," said Kevin.
"You don't care?" Maria. "But they keep popping up—"
"And I don't care!" Sean said, cutting her off. "All we do is beat the crap out of those things and that's it."
"Where?" asked Maria.
"A few of them appeared when I went to Michigan a couple months ago," Sean said. "They came near me and I just beat the shit out of them.
"They just came near you?" Asked Maria.
Sean nodded. "Yep!"
"But you don't care that innocent people are getting hurt or possibly killed?" Maria asked.
"We never said that," said Kevin.
"All we said was that we don't care where these things come from, we just beat them anyway."
"If there's anyone in trouble with them, we help them out," said Kevin.
"So I guess he really does care," she said to herself. "Of course, I also wonder why you two didn't invite me to beat up those robots."
"Because you objected when we got out of the car," said Sean. Maria sighed in exasperation when she realized he was right. "I forgot to tell you, but I was the captain of my junior hockey team."
"You really like hockey?" Maria asked. Sean nodded.
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A bit later, Daisuke went down to the vending machines to get a snack for him and Hitomi. He really didn't marvel at the place, since he had been in the hotel a few times before when he and his family had gone to Tokyo, usually for some business-related reason. He found the vending machines and he noticed a young man, around his age, with a green track jacket, which he assumed to be from Roma Atletica. He was also wearing a baseball cap. The person also seemed to be American. He was struggling with the vending machine, and was starting to get agitated somewhat, coming close to hitting it.
"Come on, you stupid machine!" He said to the machine. He tried to hit it, but not with a punch to try and get it to work, but he seemed to have trouble. "Come on! Stupid machine, I-"
"Careful, you don't want to break that," said Daisuke. The person turned around and looked at him with his brown eyes.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because if you break it," he said. "You might have to pay for the damages."
"Whatever," he said. "I just want my damn pop!"
"Then try a different machine," said Daisuke. So, the American tried a different machine.
And wouldn't you know it, it worked. "All right!" The American shouted and pumped his fist.
But Daisuke seemed to recognize him. "Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" He said. The American gave him a very confused look, as if he did not know what the hell was going on.
"I don't know," he said. "Have we met? Because the last time I checked, I've never been to this country!"
"I know I've seen you somewhere..." he looked at the American's face a little longer, which started to make him uncomfortable. "Wait, I know where I've seen you!" He said. The American looked at him in an intrigued manner. "I think I saw you on the news, beating a bunch of robots today."
The American thought about it for a few moments, then smiled in realization at what he was talking about. "Oh yeah," he said. "There were ten of 'em. They didn't stand a chance. Wait, how did you see me?"
"Some security camera caught you and your friend beating several robots."
"They did?" The American said. "Damn, I didn't know that. Well I guess since I'm a celebrity now, I might as well tell you who I am. My name's Sean, Sean O' Callahan."
"Hajimemashite," he said in Japanese. Sean, however, looked at him with a confused face. Obviously, he didn't speak Japanese. "Oh, my apologies," said Daisuke. "I simply said, 'how do you do.' My name is Daisuke Miyazawa."
"Okay then, since we're on the topic of pleasantries, Tá mé go breá." Now it was Daisuke's turn to be confused. "It's Gaelic, dude," said Sean. "It means, 'I'm fine'."
"Oh, okay," said Daisuke. Daisuke got his snacks and got ready to go. But before he did, he asked, "So why are you here in Tokyo?"
"Me? I'm here because I got some e-mail from the Miyazawa Group over a month ago that that told me about an internship and simply included airline ticket information and hotel information and told me that it was all for free. I pretty much jumped at it, applied and here I am."
"Wait," said Daisuke, as he began to think. "That is my family's company."
"Oh, that's nice," said Sean. "My friend got one too, and I've also found out this girl from Venezuela got one, too."
"Then I wish you luck," said Daisuke. "My sister and I are here to participate in the internship recruitment."
"Your sister's here?" Sean asked.
"Yes, she is," said Daisuke. "Worry not, though. We will not be interviewing you, and this meeting will have no affect on your hiring prospects." Sean sighed in relief. "Are you in University?"
"Yep. University of Wisconsin," Sean replied. "I'm majoring in journalism so I can either work at a newspaper, ESPN, Sports Illustrated or go to law school, if I don't make it to the NHL."
"Hockey," said Sean. "I've got plans! And since Wayne Gretzky said you miss all the shots you don't take, I'm not throwing away my shots!"
"You should be more cautious," said Daisuke. "Talk less, smile more and, as the phrase goes, 'fake it until you make it', because that passion will get you nowhere."
Sean visibly cringed, wanting to say something about it. He would rather be divisive than indecisive and wanted to ask Daisuke what he'd die for if he didn't stand for anything. But caution overruled him. "Forget it. I'm done." He walked away with his pop, leaving Daisuke to shrug.
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"So what took you?" Kevin asked as Sean re-entered the room.
"Got into a conversation with a dude from Kyoto," said Sean. "He's here to help with the internship recruitment."
"He is?" Kevin asked as he started to get up from one of the couches.
"Yeah, and he's here with his sister," said Sean.
"That's nice," said Kevin. "Come on and sit down, already. I found an English channel." Sean forgot about the recent events and sat down on the couch with the snacks he got from the vending machines. Even with the strange events going on, the matter with the internship didn't bother him too much.
But the next morning, the pieces began to come together. Around 8:00 local time, the friends heard a knock on the door of their room. They ignored it at first, but it was persistent, knocking every two minutes for maybe a half an hour. Finally, Sean got up out of bed. He hated mornings, especially early ones, when his hair looked terrible. It's morning hair, alright? Anyway, he's just not a morning person. In his groggy state, but gradually waking up, Sean walked to the door of the room. "I'm coming!" He said. The knocking continued until he opened the door. A hotel employee stood in the doorway. "What?" He said in an annoyed tone of voice.
"Are you Sean O' Callahan-san?" He said.
"Yeah," said Sean. "I'm him."
"And Kevin O' Donnell-san."
"He's still in bed," said Sean. "Can I take a message?"
"Here you go," said the employee, shoving the envelopes in Sean's hands. Then the employee walked away before Sean could say anything. The envelopes were simple, white envelopes which simply had the names 'Sean O' Callahan' and 'Kevin O' Donnell' in black ink. Sean went back into the bedroom part of the room and dropped the envelope with Kevin's name on the bed. Sean could not wait anymore and opened the envelope with his name on it. It read;
"To Mr. Sean E. O' Callahan-
You are to come to an undisclosed location at 1300 hours Tokyo time. The address has not been written in this letter, due to the possibility of anyone seeing this message. A ride has been provided for you and will pick you up at a designated time and place. The place is at the hotel you are staying at. The time will be given to you when you receive a text message telling you that your escort has arrived. If you do not come, there will be consequences.
Sean put down the letter; a look of disbelief dominated his face. Now he was fully awake. What was going on? Who was this person? And why did it say there will be consequences?
"Sean?" Kevin asked. Apparently he had read his letter too, because he had the look Sean had on his face. "What do you think it means?"
"I don't know," said Sean. "But whatever it is, it's going to be one hell of a ride."
To Be Continued...