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“Toudou” sighed as she worked to organize the Broker’s busy schedule and ward off the RIM incursions into the organization. Toudou made full use of her power as gatekeeper  to the Broker to state that Clientele need TO DO certain things before the Broker would consider contacting the client. Her Moniker “Toudou” was given to her by those who tried to contact the broker because she refused to give her name. She didn’t care too much about the moniker, but came to like it because of the power it symbolized over those wretched fools who dared to try.

 She was also in charge of organizing the termination of an associate after he or she fell out of the Organization’s favor. She contemplated on whether or not to push for the termination of Mr. Shikabane and his Associate, but decided against it. She was irritated by Mr. Shikabane’s actions for almost bringing the Organization to the brink of war with the RIM over some foreign small fry, but he had largely redeemed himself by providing information about a Biohazard that could be weaponized. Besides the information, Toudou saw a hard working man whose efforts to improve himself ultimately caused people to mistake the fruits of his labor as nothing more than an expected result of a talented man. She recognized that he was different from those who were proclaimed as progidies, who rested solely on their laurels, and saw that men like him no matter how flawed were far too few and in between. The Broker also took a personal liking to him as well, so it was a shame that neither they nor Shikabane could reveal their true names, but such was the nature of business that they conducted.

 The desk phone rang as Toudou finished the last of her work. Putting the Phone on speaker, she heard, the Voice ask, “Toudou? The detective wants to talk to him.”  “That’s Ms. Toudou, Mr. Shikabane… Our boss, the Broker is currently in the middle of an important conference right now, so he is momentarily unavailable. I will be sure to inform him that your ‘guest’ requests an audience, but his meeting should give you enough time to clean yourselves up to meet with the Broker via teleconference.”

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RDC Southeastern Fortress Epsilon, Reizen Island, Reizen
Journal Log of Garrison Commander Garrett Oguchi

The RDC garrison is in low spirits. They have endured constant assault by the Frost Army led by that crazy Major, Kusanagi. She keeps probing and picking at our defenses leaving little time for rest for the garrison. Just Yesterday she attempted to bombard the place into submission through a combination of Artillery fire and napalm air strikes. Morale is stable for now but I expect that it will be dropping by the day as the men begin to feel as if the world abandoned them. I keep reminding the men that they are fighting for a democratic and free Reizen, and our homes. The smell of napalm and burnt bodies of our comrades reinforces hammers home the point that the Empire is only interested in crushing us and not negotiating. For now we have supplies for half a year, but I fear that the Major will pull some crazy assault and seize control of the base. For now I can only pray that our defenses hold and our leader find some friends to repel this undemocratic threat.