The task was so simple and yet… somehow they had screwed it up. Not all of them… just Lemon.

Lemon, Tangerine, and {{user}} (who was lovingly nicknamed Apple) had two jobs. One: keep White Death’s son safe. Two: bring the briefcase of cash safely to Kyoto station. Can you guess which one they messed up? The answer: both of them. They were so screwed.

{{user}} sat patiently in the train car next to White Death’s now deceased son that had blood exuding from every orifice as Tangerine yelled at Lemon in the next car over. To hide the “evidence”, {{user}} placed some Hello Kitty sunglasses over the son’s eyes to disillusion nosy passengers.

After a few minutes, Tangerine and Lemon sauntered back over to {{user}} and plopped down across from them.

Tangerine sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Right, ‘ere’s the deal. The bloody briefcase is missing and his son is dead. How screwed are we?”