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it.”
Masaru exhaled and sat back in his chair. “No disrespect, but are you sure we should be wasting our resources on this while the Shimazu-kai are regrouping?”
“I’ll take care of that,” I growled. “In the meantime, I want some dirt on McMillian. Something is going on and I need to know what.”
#
That evening, I made deliveries of payments. I drove while Yuji and Tatsuya went in and dropped off envelopes stuffed full of cash. We had people to pay – doctors, lawyers, policemen, judges. Just about anyone who we dealt with got some sort of stipend.
We were nearly done our run when I got a bad feeling in my gut. I glanced around. The street was nearly empty, just a few pedestrians and a car turning the corner. I glanced around for Yuji and Tatsuya, but they were still inside our lawyer’s office. He was a chatter, that’s why we saved him for last.
I turned down the radio and reached down under the seat to grab the gun that I kept taped there, just for these sorts of emergencies. I waited. I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins.
“Drop the gun,” A police officer appeared at my window.
I looked at him closely. He didn’t seem familiar. I made it a point to know all of the officers that patrolled Shibuya, if not by name at least by face. He wore dark sunglasses, even though it was dusk. I saw my reflection in the lenses.
“I said drop it.” The officer repeated.
I complied, dropping the Glock on the mat. Tatsuya and Yuji would be out any minute. I hope they didn’t run their mouths the moment the door closed and give anything away. Citizens were nervous enough about working with the yakuza, we didn’t need our best lawyer getting busted.
“Now raise your hands.”
Something wasn’t right. He was speaking too confidently. These little foot soldiers usually cowered in front of me.
“Get out of the car,” The officer said.
“I’m sorry, is there a problem?” I asked calmly.
“Get out of the car, then we’ll talk.” He flung open the door.
I stepped out with my hands raised.
“Do you have a permit for that weapon, sir?”
“Of course, I do,” I spat. “What’s the problem, officer?”
The policeman reached down to grab the gun. It was then that I noticed that his shoes were made of expensive leather, not standard issue boots. His sleeve rode up and I caught a glimpse of dark red irezumi tattoos around his wrist.
I sucked in a gasp, stepping back and reaching into my blazer for my switchblade.
The cleverly disguised officer spun around with my gun in his hand. “Slow down there, boy.” He grinned, pulling off his sunglasses and raising the weapon towards me.
My hand tightened around the handle of my blade, still inside my blazer. Now that was a good trick. I gritted my teeth, staring down the barrel of my own gun.
“Drop the knife,” He said.
I studied the man’s face. He was older than me, his mid-thirties perhaps. He was a seasoned kyodai and there was no hesitation in his eyes.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
The man grinned. “Why would I tell you that?”
“Well, if you’re going to kill me, don’t I deserve to know your name?” I was stalling. Damn that lawyer, where were Tatsuya and Yuji? I had one chance to fight him off, and if his trigger finger was faster, then I was done for.
The man considered my request. “No, I don’t think so.” He motioned with the gun. “Now drop whatever you’re hiding in there.”
In one fluid motion, I pulled out the knife, opened the blade, threw it at him and dropped to my knees. The long blade dug into his side.
Bang!
A single gunshot echoed out, I heard the bullet whistle over my head.
The man tumbled to one side, clutching his bleeding wound. “You little punk!”
I kicked the Glock out of his hand before he could take aim again. I grabbed it, aiming it at him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
The man hissed in pain, clutching the knife that was buried deep in his side. Blood was
Masaru exhaled and sat back in his chair. “No disrespect, but are you sure we should be wasting our resources on this while the Shimazu-kai are regrouping?”
“I’ll take care of that,” I growled. “In the meantime, I want some dirt on McMillian. Something is going on and I need to know what.”
#
That evening, I made deliveries of payments. I drove while Yuji and Tatsuya went in and dropped off envelopes stuffed full of cash. We had people to pay – doctors, lawyers, policemen, judges. Just about anyone who we dealt with got some sort of stipend.
We were nearly done our run when I got a bad feeling in my gut. I glanced around. The street was nearly empty, just a few pedestrians and a car turning the corner. I glanced around for Yuji and Tatsuya, but they were still inside our lawyer’s office. He was a chatter, that’s why we saved him for last.
I turned down the radio and reached down under the seat to grab the gun that I kept taped there, just for these sorts of emergencies. I waited. I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins.
“Drop the gun,” A police officer appeared at my window.
I looked at him closely. He didn’t seem familiar. I made it a point to know all of the officers that patrolled Shibuya, if not by name at least by face. He wore dark sunglasses, even though it was dusk. I saw my reflection in the lenses.
“I said drop it.” The officer repeated.
I complied, dropping the Glock on the mat. Tatsuya and Yuji would be out any minute. I hope they didn’t run their mouths the moment the door closed and give anything away. Citizens were nervous enough about working with the yakuza, we didn’t need our best lawyer getting busted.
“Now raise your hands.”
Something wasn’t right. He was speaking too confidently. These little foot soldiers usually cowered in front of me.
“Get out of the car,” The officer said.
“I’m sorry, is there a problem?” I asked calmly.
“Get out of the car, then we’ll talk.” He flung open the door.
I stepped out with my hands raised.
“Do you have a permit for that weapon, sir?”
“Of course, I do,” I spat. “What’s the problem, officer?”
The policeman reached down to grab the gun. It was then that I noticed that his shoes were made of expensive leather, not standard issue boots. His sleeve rode up and I caught a glimpse of dark red irezumi tattoos around his wrist.
I sucked in a gasp, stepping back and reaching into my blazer for my switchblade.
The cleverly disguised officer spun around with my gun in his hand. “Slow down there, boy.” He grinned, pulling off his sunglasses and raising the weapon towards me.
My hand tightened around the handle of my blade, still inside my blazer. Now that was a good trick. I gritted my teeth, staring down the barrel of my own gun.
“Drop the knife,” He said.
I studied the man’s face. He was older than me, his mid-thirties perhaps. He was a seasoned kyodai and there was no hesitation in his eyes.
“Who are you?” I demanded.
The man grinned. “Why would I tell you that?”
“Well, if you’re going to kill me, don’t I deserve to know your name?” I was stalling. Damn that lawyer, where were Tatsuya and Yuji? I had one chance to fight him off, and if his trigger finger was faster, then I was done for.
The man considered my request. “No, I don’t think so.” He motioned with the gun. “Now drop whatever you’re hiding in there.”
In one fluid motion, I pulled out the knife, opened the blade, threw it at him and dropped to my knees. The long blade dug into his side.
Bang!
A single gunshot echoed out, I heard the bullet whistle over my head.
The man tumbled to one side, clutching his bleeding wound. “You little punk!”
I kicked the Glock out of his hand before he could take aim again. I grabbed it, aiming it at him. “I’m sorry, what was that?”
The man hissed in pain, clutching the knife that was buried deep in his side. Blood was
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