<@Muzzle> The Johnson's in with the Yakuza. Was he being anonymous? The Yaks have a low opinion of women and metahumans. God help the metahuman women who are in the way..
<@Team> We are about to meet with a man who must be treated with utmost respect. Once we conclude our business, we will be allowed to leave the building through the back exit. I'll do most, if not all, of the talking. I'm not going to back down now.
Slip and Nina, I urge you to speak if and only if Kanaga-san addresses you directly. Jace, Oliver and Nadir, if you are able, do so as well so that we stay in his good graces. Speaking out of turn will be considered a dire offense; we're about to play by their rules. I did not choose the Johnson, and I am sorry if this causes you discomfort; in that we can share common ground.
Once you are ready, minna-san, let us go to the restricted area. I will be in the front of the line.
Operator downs his drink, lightly massaging his temples and forehead with the tips of his fingers. He stared towards the AR displays with an expression that only those seated near him could see. Slip had seen that expression once before, when he realized his delivery of stolen medical supplies was being funneled to the Ork Underground. One glance was enough to know that he was not happy with the arrangements.
Helping out the Underground was something Operator eventually got over, as it was less about politics and more about offering aid to some very needy orks. Being sent to a Yakuza Johnson was a much different situation, especially with metahuman runners.