Artan, being from a place and time where telepathy was a mutant thing and totally understandable, didn't get weirded out, he just got a wry grin He can't kill me, so it's no biggie.. He nodded, "Oh yeah, I wouldn't make him go somewhere like Tokyo. Hell, it'd be like taking Jack or someone to like, Las Vegas. Too many shiny things, probably give him a headache." He smirked, "Yeah, so take care of him, sugarbutt, I mean, he's a nice guy, for being kinda you know, out there." He shrugged one shoulder, "Hey, if you guys could do me a favor, I was actually needing to go there myself. There's this really wicked set of weapons I was thinking of yoinking for my girlfriend. Could you find out where this guy lives? It's on Okinawa, so it's not like, totally out of the way." He pulled out a little black book from his pants pocket and offered up the name, "His name's Kazuyoshi Miura. Apparently, he's got a set of plates..."
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