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Re: Sasori App [5]
His grandmother could always find him though.

How a million year old woman got through the grunges of New York to track him down when he carried nothing that could possibly be used to find him, he never knew.

It was then he returned to the high class, visiting Mr. Ward and informed him that if he didn't erase every piece of document with his name on it, he would inform his wife about his affair and dig up any dark secrets he held and go public with them. The public eye loves a scandal. His birth certificate, records of his birth and schooling, social security number, MVA ID. He made him get them all and destroy them, giving him a new identification with a new last name. His first name he kept. He rather enjoyed his given Japanese name from his Japanese mother. It took a bit of time, but with his new last name and an entirely new slate, he wrote an anonymous letter to Mrs. Ward and bought a bus ticket with cash as far as he could away from New York. Fool me once. Sasori wasn't going to take any chances of being found by his grandmother again.

The place he arrived in was Nevada and his gift of observation and understanding of human tics made him a great asset to certain companies. His new ID said that he was twenty-one, legal everywhere, though many he came in contact with doubted his age. Someone with such a young face couldn't be older then fifteen. Sasori knew how to keep secrets and his real age was never revealed to anyone. There were two people in the world who knew his true age, three if they were observant. One was being demolished by the public and his wife and the information would be lost to his distorted mind. The other he hoped would get run over by a bus, then a taxi, then beaten and robbed by thugs and eaten by dogs. Knowing her, she'd survive all four.