Walter's orders were rapidly executed.
A phone call from headquarters ended Colonel Javier Maldonado's vacation in Shinjuku, Tokyo.
He was a typical Caucasian, with blond hair and blue eyes; his tall, sturdy body strained against his suit, outlining a powerful physique.
"Alright, boys, our pleasant vacation is over due to the commander's urgent orders," Javier clapped his hands, speaking in English. The six men, who a second ago had their hands inside women's clothes, quickly withdrew them.
All of them stood up, their smiles vanishing, replaced by expressions tinged with coldness.
The hostesses didn't understand English. Thinking they had offended the men, they could barely maintain their smiles and wanted to shrink away.
