"Thanks! Now, let’s see who these guys are." Turtle released me and moved to the body of the first one. Pulling back the man’s face cowl, he revealed the face of an oriental. The dead man was dressed in black, like any other night-roaming assassin, except for a shortsword on his back that proclaimed him as either ninja or maybe Yakuza. "Probably Yakuza," said Troog eyeing the body. "There are too many of these goons downstairs for this to be a true ninja attack." Turtle took a moment to rip open the dead man’s clothing, exposing a vivid tattoo of a cobra and twining snakes. "Definitely Yakuza," said Turtle. "See the markings. They all have some tattoo. It’s a matter of pride with them.