"In that case, I suggest we both stay alive, Mr. Hattori."
Both men laughed even though they knew that too many good people would end up casualties of the global war.
"Mr. Rollie, I asked you here to learn about your friend, Mr. Easton."
"I"d be happy to tell you all I know about him, but can I ask why you are so interested in Easton?"
There was no reason to be coy and try to evade Rollie"s question. It was the honorable thing to do when asking for a favor from another. "Mr. Rollie, I come from a family of samurai warriors. All my ancestors, long before the FISS plague and the World Council conquest, served great lords. In my country, great lords are called daimyos. Unfortunately, there are no daimyos any longer. Even though I have been a farmer most of my life, the blood of my samurai
