Some people just needed to die.
This thought was the foremost one on the mind of Hayden as he stared at the two men in front of him, speaking to him in Japanese. He had been given instruction in the language prior to his visit to Japan yet like many things he had encountered he had picked up on it remarkably well. As if he already knew it. The words they spoke at him didn't matter, only their intentions. Venom laced words dripping with incognito threat, extortion in all but name.
Was this the Yakuza? Most likely due to their cheap suits. He thought that a sterotypes but here they stood before him in the dark alleyway, trying to change the circumstances of their deal. He hated that. In fact, he loathed it to such a degree that any goodwill he had was immediately destroyed. A hand moved up to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing as he looked away. His annoyance made manifest to the confusion and disrespect of the men before him. Before he released the bridge of his nose, he looked up at them. A hand went to fix his tie, before pointing a finger at each of them slowly. In perfect Japanese he spoke:
"I am going to collapse your trachea, and I am going to crush your testicles."
The men looked taken aback by the comment, their hands beginning to reach towards their jackets. A signal that they intended to initiate combat. Good. Let them arm themselves. The air changed to Hayden the moment one of them seized the hilts of their weapons, a heaviness. Hayden's hand which was pointing to the man who he said he'd crush his tentacles would curl into a fist, rapidly moving towards the throat of the other man. The meaty thud which followed and gagging indicated he succeeded in his mark, causing the man to grasp his throat and fall to his knees choking.
The other man shouted something as he finished drawing his weapon of choice. A firearm which he began to squeeze the trigger off, but not before Hayden stepped towards him. His other hand sending a palm upwards towards the bottom of the hilt of the firearm, causing it to be thrown upwards. A single step forward was taken and in the same motion his other hand would reach to his groin, and grip onto it. A vicegrip followed as felt the soft flesh give way, and a scream emit from the man. Hayden would release the man, allowing him to fall to the ground screaming.
He brought a hand to his chest to flatten his tie, and adjust his black suit jacket. He leaned down to pick up the folder which was now on the floor.
Until a sound behind him caused him to look over his shoulders, turning around.
