Tokyo

Yukio Ueda sat alone at the middle of the large conference table. On the other side stood seven men, with their heads bowed.

Ueda was in the middle of his tirade. With each negative, he pounded the table with his fist.

"You were asked for information. For information we need. For information we are under an obligation to deliver. Did you get me that information? No!

"And when you couldn't get the information, what did you do? Did you call and explain the situation and ask what you should do? No! Not only did you not get the information, you killed the prisoner. Killed him, so there was no longer any way possible we could find out what we need to know.