Afro clears his throat to talk

Hello good people! I do not know if you listened to the first part of my tale, but I have come to the streets today to continue my story...

Afro climbs onto the soapbox once again, and continues his story...

After the ship docked, I waited until nightfall before I left the ship, and made my way into the town. I had docked in a place called 'California', but I did not wish to stay there as I was not a fan of the coast. I found out that travelling by train was easy, and it didn't take long to get the information i needed. I could not decide where exactly I wanted to go, so I meditated on this for a while. The place called Detroit was the only name that called to me. I located the train to Detroit and boarded the next available train. When I was on the train, I was approached by a man in uniform, who asked me if I had a ticket. After attempting negotiations I could see I was getting nowhere, so I gave the man a glimpse of my Katana, at which point he backed right off.

After arriving in Detroit I noticed something very different about the place. It seemed full of people, smartly dressed people who all wore the same colours and had similar tattoos. After pondering the sights I deduced that someone must be leading these people, that there was someone in charge of all this. This kind of order and stability did not happen on it's own.

I found myself a target for interrogation, and began to follow him for the next few days. He did not seem to know many people, but from what I could gather he was communicating not only with the person in charge of Detroit but also some people I did not know - people who were not from here judging from their accents. It was down a dark alley that I confronted him. He was weak, it didn't take long for me to get the information I needed. I left him pinned to the wall, with precise points in his body sliced open, leaving him to bleed to death. I'm sure the woman called Marietta would thank me once I told her all I knew anyway.

It was impossible for me to get near her. No matter where she was, she was always protected. Always surrounded by personal guards. This woman had power, she had importance. I had to find a way to contact her.

Over the next few weeks I explored the city, I trawled the public houses getting men drunk and spilling their closest secrets. Still nothing. This woman was better guarded than any Emperor that I had even heard of.

I kept a close eye on Marietta's mansion for the next few days. I studied her Bodyguards movements within the house, they followed a set routine every night. I formulated a plan in my head. Marietta's bedroom was never occupied by a bodyguard, and the only guards in the way were the ones that patrolled that grounds. I waited til the opportune moment, and started to run towards the mansion. I scaled the wall quickly stood on top of it, from there I pulled out my bow with the specially made arrowhead and rope attached to it and fired it so that it embedded into the wall just above the window. I disposed of the bow and ran hard towards the dangling rope. As I ran two steps up the wall and jumped onto the bottom of the rope I let out a sigh of relief - as the rope was only just low enough for me to reach. I climbed up the wall, and reached the window. It was here that I encountered the problem.

I had made an error in my calculations - A mistake. The window was securely locked from the inside, and I had no tools to open it. The only way in was to smash the window - which would get everyone's attention. My only other option was to try and get back, but I would not get another opportunity like this so I grasped it with both hands. I kicked back off the wall while holding onto the rope, and stuck both my feet out. I crashed through the window, and walked over to the bed. I ripped off the covers, ready to talk to Marietta - the moment which I had been waiting for and planning for so long.

You fool Samurai! You did have a tool to get through the locked window...

Isn't it obvious? YOUR AFRO!!

Well done, sir, and I look forward to the end.

You're right Kates! He must be leaving the afro to last.

You sneaky bugger Samurai, leaving the best to last!

This sucks my left sweaty ball

Ah yes Afro! Another i-genius story mate! Congratulations!

Thank you all for your kind words.

Afro smiles

The third and final part is on it's way, I think maybe tomorrow I should have my speech prepared if not sooner.

Afro bows, and wanders away

smoking the herb

Afro my man! Nice, real nice.

heads up the street to catch the end