The coffee cost forty dollars. Rei drank it standing up, in a suit he hadn't bothered to button yet, looking at a city that was still deciding whether to wake up.
It wasn't the best coffee he'd ever had. He'd had better in a Kyoto alleyway for three hundred yen. But that wasn't the point. The point was that he could, so he did. That logic applied to most things in his life.
He was twelve the first time he'd won a debate. Regional finals. His opponent was sixteen and had been coaching for a year. Rei had read the rulebook twice and found three procedural angles the judges hadn't thought to close. He didn't celebrate afterward. He asked the organizer when the next one was.
Some people grow out of that. He hadn't.
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The courtroom was his natural habitat. Had been for a decade.
"Mr. Tanaka," Rei said, setting a single page on the lectern, "you testified that you saw my client at the warehouse at nine p.m. I'd like to revisit that."
The witness shifted. People always did, just before it happened.
"The parking garage camera puts your car two kilometers away at eight fifty-three. The timestamp on your parking receipt confirms it." Pause. "You drive a Civic. Not a sports car. So what I'd like to understand is how you covered two kilometers, found parking, and walked to the warehouse in under seven minutes, when the average adult needs twelve."
The prosecutor objected. The judge overruled it. The math was the math.
Rei won. He always won. He'd stopped being surprised about it around year three.
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The fixer found him outside, which was ambitious.
The offer was clean. Serious money. The kind that doesn't get counted because the number would feel vulgar. Behind it, unstated but obvious, was the alternative.
Rei listened to the whole thing. He was polite about it. Then he said no, explained why the offer was structurally illegal, and suggested the man consider a different career.
The fixer looked at him like he was something that had gone wrong.
He probably wasn't wrong.
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Tuesday night. No rain, actually. Just cold.
There were three of them. Rei calculated the angles, assessed his options, and understood clearly that he had none. He'd spent his entire career finding exits. There wasn't one here.
He almost smiled.
Three shots.
Then nothing.
Then, from somewhere much further away than darkness should allow, a voice said: "Oh. You're earlier than expected."