He must have been about seven feet tall, Japanese, with sharp features and yellow eyes. He was dressed in an old-fashioned policeman's uniform, but as he tossed away the cigarette, he slowly drew a katana from the saya at his side.
"Who the hell are you, how did you get here?" Randy asked, but the man ignored the question. Stepping forwards, he shifted the sword to his left hand, pulling it back into a horizontal position, the tip of the blade just extending to the splayed fingers of his right hand.
His voice was cold and harsh, and he spoke only three words:
"Aku soku zan."
It was too late by that time. Randy felt a sudden, fierce pain as the sword struck, quick as lightning, and then the world began to slip away into blackness.
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