First Bounty: Hunt for Kichirou!

Michael Valouel Armstrong dismounts his pitmarked and dented motorcycle, and it lets out a tortured groan as his hefty body lifts free of the bike. Armstrong's blue eyes scan the storefront ahead of him, and he reaches into the chest-pocket of his leather trenchcoat for the device the pretty receptionist at the PSDA handed him. He flips the phone open to get a spiritual reading, but gives up after the third try; Michael's fingers are too large to dial the phone. With an annoyed expression, the towering muscleman tosses the cellphone over his shoulder and enters the busy retail outlet.