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ratified this agreement. Come to think of it, though , John reasoned, nothing is truly ironic when it comes to the States. After all, the government won’t screw the influential multibillion-dollar companies . “The strong always decide,” John mumbled. “No wonder most of the people living in the so-called ‘land of opportunities’ can’t even afford health insurance.”
     
    John realized quickly that few could compete with the speedy and well-organized transportation systems in Japan. The express train would take him to Kyoto from Tokyo in two hours and twenty minutes. There, the real hustle would start. He had already pinpointed several areas to include during the course of his quest. Luckily, some of them were within walking distance of Kyoto Station.
     
    John was already on the lookout, taking the whole thing very seriously. He decided to rent a locker at the station and keep all evidence of the box there; he didn’t want to risk any of the materials falling into the wrong hands. He had no idea what or whom he was dealing with; the only thing he took along with him was the duplicate ring. He memorized the locker number, 54416, and threw away the number tag so there’d be no trace to it.
     
    He’d booked a room at a four-star hotel near the train station. The room was quite small but he’d already heard that from several of his colleagues coming back from trips to Japan. It was about fifteen square meters and was furnished with a queen double bed. The colors of the bedding and décor were refreshing, but none of that really mattered. As long as it had a reliable Internet connection and the bed wasn’t too firm, the minor details didn’t mean a thing. His colleagues were right again when they warned him of the low ceilings.
     
    John just dropped his bags, changed his shirt, and headed back to the station, the starting point to all his planned visits. His first stop on the list was the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce. To get there, he had to take the subway to Marutamachi Station and take Exit 6.
     
    Once he got there, the information counter sent him to the fourth floor. The person in charge of the profile information of the member companies was very helpful. Around 11,500 Kyoto companies in various industries were members of the Chamber of Commerce. After forty-five minutes of searching, there was still no trace to be found. Even the profile information manager himself insisted that if an important company existed in Kyoto, there would likely be some record of it at the Chamber of Commerce. John informed the gentleman that he couldn’t find any clues on the Internet. The only advice given to John was to try to visit the electronic industrial area and have a look around. “If the company is a low-budget one or a small shop that’s not on our rolls, maybe you will find it in that area,” he suggested.
     
    With some disappointment, John left the chamber. He knew from the beginning that his luck couldn’t hold out forever. Dorking had been a piece of cake, Kyoto was a mystery, and the language barrier would only make things tougher. But John was ready for whatever came his way. Nothing had ever come easy to him. A story he had covered a while back, for instance, was about a missing child who was found nine years later by accident, when she had to undergo medical testing at the hospital. John had to travel across three States and meet more than a 100 people to put the story together, a piece that would evoke an emotional response from his readers. If he had to dig that deep to find Yaturo, he wouldn’t hesitate for a heartbeat.
     
    The hotel had arranged an English-speaking taxi driver that charged by the hour to escort John around. They searched the industrial area bit by bit, talked to several workers, and met the heads of several companies, but no one knew about the name on the business card.
     
    John felt like he was going in circles, finding nothing. Finally, he asked the driver, Takishi about some