A famous hotel in the middle of Tokyo. On the surface it's the perfect image of glitz and glamor, a place where celebrities and their entourages stay when they're visiting Japan. As soon as they step through the door, employees skillfully swindle as much cash as possible by using tricks such as bribing the stars with things such as alcohol and fancy food or cigars. Only the best and most expensive treats are provided for the guests of the 'Hotel California' which is ironically named after the song. People who can afford to stay there often never want to leave due to how well the guests are catered to, even if it's only to get their money. However, that is only the surface. In reality, the Hotel California is run by a major drug trafficking organization. Any kind of drug is available to the guests of the Hotel California- for a price. Under the staff's watchful eye no trace of the narcotics ever reaches the main floor of the building. Coincidentally, tonight is when the leader of the drug trafficking organization is due to conduct his routine inspection of the premises. Unfortunately for him, not only does he owe a lot of money to the Syndicate, but he has a rare drug-like substance brought back from beyond the gate. To retrieve this substance and kill the organization's leader, Mr. Hiroshi Ito without generating too much alarm within the building itself. Unfortunately for our assassins, Mr. Ito is heavily guarded by some of the best human and Contractor thugs that he could get. Luckily for our assassins, they have the element of surprise- or so they hope.
Chem adjusted his jacket and ran a hand through his hair, which stood out irritatingly when walking through crowds of dark haired people in Japan. Standing out wasn't advantageous, at least in his experience. That thought is pointless at this point in time. Chem's thoughts automatically redirected themselves to the operation at hand. He double checked- no, that had to be the third time now- his person to be sure that all of his knives were present, especially the one he usually used to serve his obeisance. He also had to verify that there was a fresh roll of bandages in one of the inside pockets of his jacket. Satisfied that everything was ready, he glanced at the small group that was standing on the rooftop with him. He was the group leader and he'd already made sure to memorize the codenames of each of the people standing with him, especially the person who was his second in command. Carlisle Delanno, code name "Nox" was his second in command. Raelene Huxley, AKA "Osiris," Cory Melarni, designated as "Scapegoat," and Drake Michael, also known as "Dark Star" were his other three Contractor allies. Their Doll for the night was Tatsuo Takeshi, codename "Royal."
He ran through the plan one last time in his head, remembering what to do if something went wrong, to kill anyone who betrayed them, and to do anything in order to complete the mission. They were to sneak in through an open window, which Chem could see from where he was standing. From there they were to get to the penthouse. They were instructed to move through the main halls, despite the risk of being seen, and to use their powers to get to the penthouse. As they make their way up there, Chem was to leave a trail of blood in the halls as a backup plan in case Mr. Ito tried to run.
Satisfied that he remembered everything important for the time being, Chem turned to the group. "Nox, Osiris, Dark Star, Scapegoat, and Royal, it's showtime." although he would normally smile at his remark, Chem's face remained blank.
Picking up the crossbow-like device at his feet, he shot a line across to the window, tugging at the steel cord to be sure the arrow wouldn't come loose from their weight, he clipped the end of the line to the building they were on. Hooking his belt to the line, he nodded to the others and stepped off the side of the building, sliding right to the open window. Inside, he observed that the room was empty, likely that the occupants were currently at the gala several stories below in the main ballroom. He hardly waited for the others before he was out in the dimly lit hallway, having made sure that there were no employees present therein, he stepped back into the room and pulled up his left jacket sleeve and shirtsleeve, making sure they would stay before he swiftly removed a short blade from an inside pocket of his jacket and drew the blade down his exposed arm, following the lines of the dozens of still-healing scars that had been made in the last month.
Glancing back to be sure the four others had entered the building, he advanced into the hall surreptitiously, being careful to leave a mostly hidden trail of blood behind him on the carpet.