Yoshiro jumped from a building and landed in the dark alleyway. The vibrating sound from the bass in the club pulsed under his feet as he made the last preparations. He made sure his wrist cross bow was out of sight under the silk blue shirt's sleeve. He then shove the blue hair clip in his hair, cussing out Gomi for forcing him to wear this outfit. Yoshiro just wanted to wear his usual dark colors and black jeans but no, he has to wear this bright blue silk shirt and white pants with a blue clip in his blue-black hair. He made a mental note to get him back after the mission as he entered the back room of the club.

He passed multiple rooms and peeked in to the ones that were open, so far no sign of guards. The techno music became louder and vibrated in Yoshiro's ears as he inched closer to the club's door. When he finally made his way in, he was instantly engulfed in dancing bodies; sweat and expensive cologne and perfumes filled his nostrils. Club Leo was famous for its crowds, which consisted of wealthy rebellious teens, looking for a way to escape their duties of being brainwashed representatives of their families.

Yoshiro pushed his way through the mass of grinding bodies and made it to a bar table. He glanced around and found Kiro leaning against the wall, looking grimly over at his twin who was dancing with a group of girls. His usual lose black jeans and lose black shirt hid his weapons well. From here he looked normal, but Yoshiro knew they boy was loaded with knives of every sort. He turned his gaze to Kiba and the group of girls. He felt sorry for Kiro, Kiba could be such the little kid. He watched the boy talk up a girl, his tight red shirt stretching over his muscles and his tight blue jeans accenting his legs. He felt sorry for the girl too, another helpless victim to the young man's charm.

"Hey there, you new here aren't you?" Yoshiro glanced at the black head coldly, he noticed the teen watching him the minute he emerged form the sea of bodies. He went back to watching the grinding bodies, wondering when Gomi was going to signal, and if this guy was ever going to leave him alone.

"My names Cici, what's yours?" Yoshiro continued to ignore him, hoping with every fiber of his body that his unwanted companion will tire soon and leave him alone, but the American proved to be one that wouldn't quite. For what felt like decades the teen continued the on sided conversation, forcing Yoshiro to start a chant in his head, please dear Buddha make Gomi call, please dear Buddha make Gomi call, please dear Buddha make Gomi call… after the 300th plead, Yoshiro felt the clip vibrate against his head. He glanced at Kiba and Kiro to make sure they received the signal too. After receiving confirming nods from the twins, he left the stool and the teen behind and got in to position at one of the three exits. He slipped on his gas mask and took out the tracing bugs and started the count down in his head.