“Not my bed.”
“I’d even not know it with the lights on.”
“Silk? Satin?”
“Please. My roaches would probably have a heart attack.”
“ Where was I last night? Roppon gi, then Furaito, then. . . what?”
“And I've got company. How drunk wa s I, anyway?”
“A stran ge body besi de m e. A woman. Well, that's gettin g som ewhere. Bu t how di d I get he r e ?”
“The Furaito. A basem ent harem deep beneath an office b uildin g. Assholes and o b vi o u s pervs need not apply.”
“Not one of my problems.”
“Just pay up and you get discounted all the ' Hey sugar, b u y m e a drink?' b ullshit.”
“No hagglin g, no waitin g.”
“No illusions. . .”
“'C ourse all the Furaito girls are super-jacked on reaper.”
“Bad b reast augm ents, IV'd like
“That night I was there
a voodoo doll. I'm not blowin'
for. . . a gu y. He needed som e
10,000 Easties for the privilege.”
papers and. . . oh, hell…”
“Little steep for three minu tes of bedroom eyes between nervous glan ces at her bootleg Tag Heuer.”
I missed the shit ou tta
“‘Missed m e’? ‘Baby’?
you, baby. . .
What What the the f. f....” .”
What part of “freeze ” do I hafta shoot through your skull?
Security! Mind if we com e in?
Hands where we can see ‘em !
“Poh- lice. And I thought I was clear. Hiroaki, that shitty little soap-dropper, musta sold m e ou t.”
In the air -now!!
“I love the J japanese people.”
Get ready, Ronnie. . .
In. the. air. “Bu t how many. . .? And they’re not… c o p s cops.” Last warnin g!
“A SWAT team?
“ What is s h e
How the fuck di d
smilin g abou t? And
I rate that?”
ready for what?”
“…and ‘Ronnie’ who ?”
That’s far enough!
aaagh!
Now, Ronnie! Now!!
“A shotgun. An honest-
“I’m cruisin g serial
to -fuck, pump-action,
killers now?”
pre- laser classic.”
“You’d think I’d rem ember t that.” hat. ”
Ronnie Mosberg is resistin g arrest. He’s arm ed and dan gerous.
“ W hat now?”
No big talk this tim e, Mosberg?
The youn gest is two Chiba had three children.
“I… that’s not right, I. . . I. . .”
years old. . . two!
Garbage!
“Days go by.”
“I don't know what else to do, so I get on with officer Kentaro Takashimaya's life.”
I di d like you told m e, Sempai. C ouple a' slaps and the whore got the m essage and. . .
“I am. . .”
“A child-molester.”
You're early this month, Takashimaya- san. . .
A h!
“A dirty cop.”
“A family left behind som ewhere.”
“It doesn't take much to get the picture. A real pretty one.”
“ With a body made sluggish and weak with ab use.” Whadda you think, Takashimaya?
Huh? Oh, yeah. . . sure. . .
S ure what?
“Asleep at work.”
What the fuck are you doin g? They're from the Toji clan. Di d you forget who pays your bills?
“Dirty…and stupi d.”