Friday, Jan 20th, Washington Seattle.

Inside a building we find a man flipping a coin. It was the same man with the scar on the back of his neck.

???: Hmm... What next?

In front of him was man strung in by his legs. His was tied up and hanging upside down from ceiling. Behind him was a beautiful view of Seattle. He walked up to the window and looked outside.

It was a beautiful, the city illuminated night and the in middle of it was the main attraction of the city, the Space Needle.

The doors open and three men came through. They were all carrying guns, they were body guards.

Guard 1: Mr. Shoji! Stay right where you are you bastard!

???: Hm?

He turned around and looked at the three.

???: One... two... three... three little pigs to take care of.

Guard 2: What did you call us?!

Guard 3: You have 3 seconds to or we'll-

He didn't to get to finish his sentence as something pierced his head. It was the coin the man had. He had used his thumb to flick it at the guard's head, and with such precession as well.

Guard 2: What the hell?!

Guard 1: Don't just stand there kill him!

Guard 2: Right!

When he pointed his gun at the man he was gone.

???: What a wast of my time.

The two turned around to find that he was behind them. They aimed their guns at them but the first guard was knocked back. He hit the window it cracked. The other guard was about to shoot but his gun dropped to the ground. And so did his fingers.

Guard 2: Wha-

The man was holding a sword. It then disappeared.

Guard 2: How?!

???: Projection magic. As a man of my caliber I know many types. However that's the only your going to see. Well actually...

He picked up and was holding him by the bottom of his mouth. Magical circuits appeared on his arm. Reinforcement magic. He then squeezed the guard's jaw crushing it and killing him. He threw his corpse to the side like a rag doll.

???: Two down. One more to go.

Guard 1: Damn it!

He grabbed his gun but the man grabbed the barrel of it. He turned it around and when guard shot he killed himself.

???: Now back to-

A ringtone went off. He pulled out his phone and answered it.

???: Hello?

Female voice: Is me.

???: Bazzett, how are you?

Bazzett: I'm doing fine. You?

???: Just taking care of some business, tying up some loose ends.

Bazzett: I see.

???: So hows the war going?

Bazzett: Going as expected, your son summoned Saber though.

???: He did? Well that's a surprise. My own son is in the Grail War. This should be interesting.

Bazzett: Should I do?

???: Just keep watching from a distance. I'll be there in a few days.

Bazzett: Ok Mr. Dean.

Dean hung up his phone and turned back to man named Shoji.

Dean: *Sigh* Lets get back to business shall we.

He walked up to him and cracked his knuckles.

Dean: Now let's get down to business.

Two hours later

The body of Shoji was mutilated beyond recognition. It was still hanging from spot it was placed. Dean was smoking a cigarette.

Dean: Ugh... where can I get good brand of cigarettes?

He put it out and threw it to the floor. He looked into the night sky. He inhaled deeply and exhaled. He was reminiscing about when he met Bazzett.

Bazzett Fraga McRemitz was woman he saved long ago. He found her when the Fifth Holy Grail War started. When he came across the woman the scene was something you would not expect. He came across her almost dead with her left are cut off. He saved her and nursed her back to health. She awoke she not having any memory at first and Dean described her situation. After she regained her memory of what happened to her she said a man named Kirei Kotomine had betrayed her. By the time she recovered however the War ended. She had now owed Dean for saving his life started to work with him. The jobs they did ranged from mild to not so mild.

Dean was a bit of a psychopath however he was also a broken man a bit. Due to his unnatural abilities he was made an outcast. Whenever Bazzett would ask he would always either say, "It's complicated, and let's just say you wouldn't believe it." Or, "If I told you I don't think you view me as a human, even though I'm not really one." Even though she saw some heinous things from him she stuck around. There were times when she would attend personal business, he did not mind at all. Their relationship was professional, if she didn't want to get involved when things would get tough that was fine.

Dean sighed once more as he was messing with the lighter. He was wondering what he was going to do, he had lived for so long and there was nothing really to do. Then an idea clicked in him as he lite a flame on the lighter.

Dean: Hmm I guess I do know what to do.

Keeping the flame lite he walked over to Mr. Shoji's corpse and lit it on fire adding insult to injury to the already mutilated body of the man. Dean shut the lighter closed and put it in his pocket. He started to walk away from the mess he made.

Dean: Well it's time for this old man visit his son.

A smile crept on his face as he opened the door and was met with more body guards.

Dean: *Sigh* and I thought I wouldn't have to deal with more pest.

He cracked his knuckles got ready for a fight.