Hanbei's heart skipped a beat, he was caught in his lie. The talon's of a hawk this woman possessed, but Hanbei wouldn't be ensnared, no, he wriggle out of the avians vice grip and rebound with speed that'd seem as if he was indeed telling the truth. "Haha, as expected from a Rear Admiral such as yourself. My papers are still be processed, but I'm hoping to get the papers that tell me I'm your equal any day now." It was true he was waiting on a hear back for a promotion, but it certainly wasn't for Rear Admiral. Maybe if he brought this guy in, he could convince the Rear Admiral he actually was a prospect for the rank or maybe be able to use her as a reference. He stroked his beard in thought for a moment, day dreaming about having such a prestigious rank. "Yeah yeah, we can pick up some die and lemonade on the way to the scrapyard. Lets not falter and show poor performance now Rear Admiral Rikaru." He smiled as he walked out the crime scene, still stroking his beard as he walked towards the scrapyard with his cane assisting him.

They'd be about five minutes into their journey or at least Hanbei would be when he'd turn to see if the Rear Admiral was still with him. To be honest Hanbei was lost in thought at the moment, thinking of how to climb the ranking ladder as quickly as possible. He was better off left in his mind however. "So Rear Admiral, can I as-"" He'd pause mid sentence, mouth still agape, head directed towards the Rear Admiral, but eyes trained on her aide. "A Fishman huh?" He had also stopped walking, just the sight of the man was enough to boil the old man's blood, but he'd just shift his optics back onto the Rear Admiral, before he began to walk again. What he was going to say was irrelevant now, but he'd make something up as to not dampen the atmosphere. "What was I going to say . . .?" He scratched his head in a clueless facade. "Oh yes, you can go on ahead, I'm going to pick up your lemonade and dice and I'll meet you there. These old bones need to rest and my bladder doesn't hold liquids as well as it did during my prime." He'd laugh at his own joke and with her admittance or not, he'd excuse himself with a slight bow of his head and turn to enter the nearest shop that happened to be a smoke shop.

The truth behind his sudden leave was that he couldn't stand to be in the presence of a fishman. He hadn't notice the bastard before, thanks to the Rear Admiral's bust. Whether his eyes were trying their hardest not to look or were accidentally slipping down, they were occupied either way. "Surprised I couldn't smell the salty bastard." When he entered the pet shop he subconsciously stopped walking with his cane, he was too angry to worry about sustaining such a silly guise. Walking normally with his katana gripped firmly in his left hand, he'd walk through the pet shop and exit through the backdoor whether it was allowed or not. He'd take an alternate route to the Scrap yard, in fact it was a bit faster than the leisure route he, the Rear Admiral, and her company were taking before. Implying she had followed him of course. But anyways, Hanbei would arrive at the scrapyard with some random nameless miscreants in his sights and steam to blow off. The way the scrap yard was shaped but Hanbei at the highest altitude the dump provided, the rest of the scrap yard practically in the form of a valley of metal junk before him, piles about 3m high here and there that someone could use for cover. The whole flooring of the place was composed of this garbage so walking barefoot wasn't an option unless you wanted to contract tetanus from getting cut up by rusty metal or some other nasty affliction.

Walking to the edge of where the valley started Hanbei looked down on those who were scavenging out the metal heaps in the scrapyard. "Where's Heavy Joe?!" He'd demand, his voice booming as he peered down upon them with a look of scorn upon his face. He didn't seem to be taken serious from their response. Wicked looking cackling and jeering between the four of them. "I said where is Heavy Joe!?" They began to laugh louder and harder which only worked to piss Hanbei off even further. Squeezing hard on the scabbard of his katana, the filth before him were pointing and gripping their sides in pain. "Go home and savor the few years you got left old man!" "Yeah we don't beat up old ass elders, get the fuck outta here before you end up dead." "Matter of fact lemme try to contact that retirement home down the road and see if they are looking for this idiot." They continued to laugh at each others petty remarks only to Hanbei distaste until he grew fed up with the immaturity and jesting as his expense. Letting out a roar in anger as his right arm reached across his body and his hand grabbed the handle of his weapon, he'd pull Entei out its sheathe, flames pouring forth in an aesthetic display as he did so. "If you don't have information to offer then you're expendable!" A declaration of sorts he'd jump down into the bowl that was the valley of the scrapyard and he'd begin to charge the jesters that were before him. "Woah woah woah! Chill! He's totally here! Calm down!" Even as they pleaded for rest, Hanbei pressed forward, the flames on his blade resided within, but still smoldering and ready to pour forth at a moments notice. Not heeding the request for peace, Hanbei struck down one after another. The first was slain with a downward slash to his front causing the others to scramble and panic seeing Hanbei was serious. One was unlucky and fell to his ass in the panic while the other two began to fled, but weren't as fast as they might have thought. A few steps to close the distance, then a quick lundge forwards. Hanbei would thrust his blade into the man's back piercing through his body and more specifically his spine. Only one of them getting away to the deeper parts of the scrapyard, the one who had fallen had injured himself in the process. Piles of sharp ended metal beneath them, he had a nasty looking wound, but Hanbei was merciless and unforgiving when in an angered mood. Still with the atmosphere of battle weighing on him keeping him invested in his surroundings, he approached the man who was nursing the fresh wound but also fear for his life. "What do you want to know about Heavy Joe? I'll tell you anything, I promise. Just please put your sword away. I won't fight back, I'll be on my way and never come back here, j-" Hanbei's right hand rose Entei to an angle above his right shoulder that'd allow for a diagonal slash to cleave the man and he stopped speaking out of fear. "Is he here?" The man nodded over and over with dire urgency, eyes flickering from Hanbei's shadow blasted visage to his sword that glimmered from the sun illuminating him from his back. "Get going." Hanbei's blade would rotate to be held in a backhanded fashion before he guided the edge safely into its sheathe that was held steadily in his left hand. The man scrambled to his feet still gripping at his wound that leaked blood, then ran in the direction that Hanbei had come from to clumsily climb up the pile of scraps to leave the Scrapyard.

W.I.P.s??? nigga lets get a move on