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cried and he pleaded for mercy. I was stunned. I expected a tough guy Yakuza who would rather commit suicide like everyone else I'd tried to get information from, but this guy acted like a salaryman not a gangster. He told me all he knew of Kimiko's homes—I had to make notes on my phone, he gave me so much information.
    He begged me to spare his life, to let him live, and I actually felt embarrassed for him. Where was his self-respect, his pride, his honor? He hung his head in shame at that. For a Yakuza to talk, to betray their boss, it was the worst thing they could possibly do. Yet he did it. A man that had lived twice as long as me, had seen so many people die, ordered hits, killed endless citizens that stood in his way, and he acted like this?
    It goes to show there is nothing stranger than a human being. They always surprise you. He would do anything to stay alive and now the shoe was on the other foot and it was him taking punishment and facing death he was terrified.
    He soiled himself, and at that point I'd had enough.
    I left, and I made damn sure to close the screen behind me.

 
     
     
     
    Goonageddon
    It was late afternoon by now, and as I stepped out and walked to the front of the property I ignored the seven dead men sprawled out in various positions on the drive. The house and gardens were secluded so I wasn't worried about being discovered, I was more concerned with getting to Kimiko as soon as possible.
    I'd taken them out silently, dispatching them with swift and deadly force using magic as my weapon of choice. These gangsters, they are so full of themselves they think they are untouchable. It makes them susceptible to sneak attacks like this. The higher up they are, the less they believe anyone would dare come for them. And mostly that's correct.
    No other gangs would try to take such a highly positioned man because they understood the consequences. But for a gaijin enforcer who has no interest in their warped politics, well, I just blasted them with the dark arts while they were smoking and generally not looking out for the invisible man who crouched behind the expensive cars in the drive and killed them from a respectable distance.
    I'd surprised myself with the ferocity and the swiftness of taking so many lives, but what shocked me the most was the lack of payback from the Empty. A slight feeling of unease in the pit of my stomach and a flaring up of my ink as the magic left, but little else. Maybe it was the fact they were such bad men, maybe it was because I was so single-minded, or maybe it was Japan itself. Welcoming someone who would scour the streets clean of the filth that preyed on the weak and the young, as all these men had done, forcing girls into the worst kind of hell for the pleasure of others like themselves.
    I knew all about them and the business they specialized in, and knew they'd spend an eternity in a place neither of their choosing nor their liking for the disgusting things they'd done.
    Their boss would be dead soon enough, I had no doubt about that, and before I got to the gates I heard a shot ring out, muffled by the house. He was gone, so he must have found some courage from somewhere.
    Using a touch of magic, I unlocked the gate rather than jump the wall again, and was back out on the street. I walked for a while, just to get some distance in case anyone with magic happened to see me, until I was lost to growing crowds in the middle of a crazy market. It was chaos and I'm not used to it, don't like being jostled and pushed about, not aided by my utter forgetfulness and hardly being seen at all. I like my space and this confusion of people made Cardiff on a busy day look like a ghost town.
    People were selling all kinds of things, from ripoff gear to high end, genuine tech. To live chickens, and more fruits and vegetables than you could make sense of. Everywhere were noodle stalls and people eagerly devouring all kinds of goodies. I managed to get myself a bowl of ramen,