[Incoming Message From: UNKNOWN]
[To: Leo Masuyo]
[Subject: Rendezvous with Death]
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with death.
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous...
...and neither shall you...
[Return Message from: Leo Masuyo]
[To: Unknown Sender]
[Subject: RE:Rendezvous with Death]
I do not know who you are or what you are doing, attempting to frighten me, or scare me into hiding, but your attempts are in vain. Tainted have already been disposed of and have been delt with just as I swore I would, they will never threaten me again. If I could destroy a group of that size, you shall be no problem.
I challange you, to try to harm me or my allies. And if you do...
[Incoming Message From: UNKNOWN]
[To: Leo Masuyo]
[Subject: Your Cards Dear Sir]
Each player must accept the cards life deals him or her: but once they are in hand, he or she alone must decide how to play the cards in order to win the game.
[Incoming Message From: UNKNOWN]
[To: Leo Masuyo]
[Subject: It's coming...]
We are the fighters,
They call us the criers,
We have more strength than them,
We are not their younger kin,
From the start to the last,
From the end to the past,
From the beginning to the end,
We will win,
You have know idea what we can do,
We can see through the disguise that is you,
The harder you try, the harder you fall,
And when it is time for that call,
Your plans we will foil,
To the victor the spoils,
To the loser the sweet embrace of death,
A bullet right through the chest...