Hideo was a gambler, a business man and a gangster.
Living around Vegas was both good and bad for him. Good in the sense that his organised crime business was thriving, bad because he has a nasty gambling addiction and Vegas was like Heroin for a gambling addict.
When times were tough he'd get a line of credit from a number of loan sharks, back in December was such a time, he was 200k in the hole to one of these sharks and down on his luck. The shark called in his marker. Whilst returning to his car he was confronted by a collections agent, as Hideo was not allowed to carry weapons into the casino he'd leave them in the back seat of his car, a pair of gold plated desert eagles and his father's Katana.
The collections agent stood between Hideo and his car, dismembering rail pistol pointed at Hideo's chest. Hideo was toast!
Just then Hideo noticed a dark figured flying across the car park and whilst Hideo dove out of the shot from the rail pistol the collections agent's rear skull was caved in. Jesus had struck him over the back of the head with a steel pole killing the man instantly.
Hideo got back to his feet, dusted himself off and cautiously approached the heavy breathing Jesus. Hideo thanked him for saving his life and Jesus merely said "I was just doing what God told me to do", Hideo was extremely impressed at how humble this man was.
Hideo opened the back door of his car and took out his father's Katana, he handed it to Jesus and asked that he accept this gift as a thank you for saving his life. Hideo explained that this was the weapon of a warrior of honour and dignity and that Jesus was far more qualified to possess it than he was. Hideo took Jesus out for a drink and they formed an instant bond. Jesus took Hideo bowling, it was nice to have a friend that wasn't a gangster.
At the turn of the new year Jesus wasn't quick enough across the carpark and Hideo took the round straight through the chest, Jesus cried for a week until God told him to stop and move on.
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