Chapter FourGorilla could sense the end game playing out and tonight would bring the operation of the past few months to a very violent conclusion. Whether he would still be alive at the end of the night was another matter.
He was standing on a street corner in the Nihonbashi district, ironically enough, opposite the building which housed Nakata Industries. It was early evening and the streets of Tokyo were teeming with pedestrians. The night was crisp and cold, and he guessed there might be snow in the air before too long. He stood staring at a newspaper absently, not knowing what any of the words meant. The crowds moved around the foreigner, like water avoiding a rock in a stream.
He would never be allowed inside the legitimate arm of the clan, the big glass-fronted building that was t
