Disclaimer: Haruka & Michiru belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Everything else belongs to me.
Wakagashira: First lieutenant in the yakuza family, second only to the Oyabun
CH 11: Mission Impossible
Dyon Chisu. Life had taught him early on that not everything in life is fair. His father was an abusive drunk who mercilessly beat his mother, again and again, each beating worse than the last. Taking no more, his mother left his father for another man; leaving the growing child to be raised by the drunkard that was his father. His life till that point had been a chronic mess, that was until his uncle Daiko took him under his wing, showing him the way, the yakuza way of life.
Daiko Chisu had an army of men in his following, at his command, heeding his every beck and call. Naturally, being relating to Daiko brought Dyon unimaginable prestige; the money, the women, the club scene, recreational drugs, everything a growing teen enjoyed, Dyon had.
The sweet life ended the moment the fucker known as Saici Jino drove a bullet through Daiko Chisu's head. It wasn't necessarily bad news for Dyon, even though Daiko was family; Dyon had a growing ambition that Daiko just couldn't feed. Dyon had assumed that because he was related to Daiko that he would be the rightful heir to his business, his money, and most importantly, his men, his army of men; feared even by rival yakuza clans. However his short lived dreams and ambitions all came crashing down when Shinto stole everything from him, everything that was rightfully his was stolen from right underneath his nose. Shinto had always hated Daiko, naturally, his hatred also transferred to everything related to the man, Dyon included; which was why Dyon was surprised to receive a call from Shinto, personally requesting he meet with him at his office.
Bowing respectively upon entrance, Dyon was quick to the point of this meeting.
"Oyabun. You summoned?"
Dyon hadn't laid eyes on Shinto in a week's time since his last summoned meeting at the Okutama warehouse. In that week's time, the man before Dyon seemed to have aged 10 years older; his face showed signs of chronic stress, the wrinkles were more defined, the bags around his eyes were dark and swollen.
"I have a job for you Dyon." Shinto said coldly.
"Care to elaborate?"
Shinto stood from his chair, standing at full height, his body language conveyed nothing but power and intimidation. "Don't be a smartass Dyon. I need you to personally escort Michiru back."
'Seems easy enough.' Dyon thought to himself. "With all due respect oyabun, I can see it in your eyes that you don't trust me, so why me? Isn't Spar your right hand man? Why not send him?"
"It isn't any of your concern. You can bring with you how many men you want, excluding Spar that is."
Pondering for a moment at Shinto's proposal, Dyon couldn't help himself; a question was eating away at him.
"What's in it for me?" Dyon asked.
Staring eye to eye with Dyon, Shinto gave Dyon the biggest smile he's ever seen him with. The mere gesture was enough to send chills down Dyon's spine.
"Simple: Money."
"Haruka, this is the last time I'm going to tell you this: SIT DOWN! You pacing around like a maniac isn't going to help with the situation." Tara tried to reason with the blond.
Haruka stopped dead in her tracks and turned her line of vision to Tara. "What else can I do?! Please enlighten me. I really don't know anymore, I'm in over my head here. I feel like the walls around me are tumbling down, and I'm getting crushed Tara; I can't breathe."
Benji had remained quiet through the whole interaction between the two, quietly packing his clothes and whatever personal item remained into his small little traveler's bag. His injuries weren't severe; being given the all clear, Benji was permitted to spend the remainder of his recovery in the comfort of his home, although he doubted he'll be doing much resting. Haruka and Tara were in a corner bickering with each other; they had promised to help Benji pack but at this point, Benji was the only one doing the packing.
The moment Michiru had vanished from custody; Benji had gotten a visit the entire village: from Haruka, to Suri and Jiro, Dojin and Himi, and lastly, Dr. Tara Abei herself. Benji understood just how important Michiru was to Haruka, and anybody that mattered to Haruka, mattered to Benji; this was personal. Though Haruka and Tara meant well, their constant fighting and yelling weren't helping the cause, instead, was creating more drama and chaos that Benji just didn't need. 10 minutes later when the duo was still at each other's throat, Benji lost his temper, unleashing Hell's fire.
"SHUT UP! THE TWO OF YOU!" Benji screamed.
Walking from his bedside over to where the pair stood, Benji physically separated the two at an arm's length. Taking Haruka by the shoulder, Benji shook her partner, hoping to shake some sense into her. "You! Calm down! Michiru didn't turn on Shinto, which means Shinto hasn't turned on Michiru yet. I suggest we use our time wisely to plan a search and rescue. The longer it takes us to locate Michiru, the more danger she'll be in." Letting go of Haruka, Benji turned his war path to Tara. "And you! Take an Advil, change your tampon! We have to work together, as a team. With Haruka's cunning mind, Tara's logical, and my connections, we'll come up with a plan. Okay?"
Both Haruka and Tara nodded in unison.
"Good. Now can we confirm its Shinto that took Michiru?" Benji asked.
Haruka shook her head. "It has to be. Shinto's scared the longer we keep Michiru in custody, the more likely it is she'll turn on him. The composite sketch that Himi made didn't resemble Shinto or Spar; so it must be someone from within the Honet clan."
Listening intensely to her blond friend, Tara agreed with Haruka's logical. "Makes sense. Both you and Benji have already I.D Shinto and Spar, it would be too risky for them to do the deed themselves, logically then it must be someone from within the Honet clan. The Honet clan is much too big to track down each member individually for their alibis; I suggest we put all our time and effort into tracking Shinto down. Shinto's the mastermind, we find him, we'll find Michiru."
This time it was Benji who shook his head. "It's easier said than done. We don't have any proof of his involvement; no judge will grant us a warrant for anything. We can't underestimate Shinto or Spar, they know we're keeping tabs on them; they won't risk exposing Michiru's location. Let's not forget that Shinto is a well connected man, with both power and money; if the man doesn't want to be found, there's no way in Hell we'll be able to track him down."
What Benji said made perfect sense; a light bulb went off in Haruka's head, a master plan forming as Benji spoke. "Benji! That's ingenious! Why didn't I think of this earlier?! We don't go looking for Shinto; we have him come to us!"
Now it was Benji and Tara's turn to be confused; both waiting for Haruka to elaborate further on how she planned to do the unimaginable.
"And how do you plan on doing that? Track him down with Twitter?" Benji asked mockingly.
"Even better. We'll turn Shinto into a modern day witch hunt, hunted and wanted by all. Tara, you still have that grip seal bag I gave you right?"
Tara nodded her head.
"Good. We turn that EMV chip over to Tokyo Metro and Interpol; we'll have them issue an international arrest warrant for Shinto Honet. Once Interpol is involved, they'll have enough evidence to suspend the Honet Group Inc., all of Shinto's business dealings and bank accounts. Not to mention the 89,000 police officers on the force looking for him. Once his legit business and accounts are closed, he'll be forced to go underground, depending entirely on the Honet clan to ensure his safety. That's when we pull the rug from right out under him."
"How? Did you forget, he's the sole oyabun of the Honet clan now."
Grinning, Haruka couldn't suppress her excitement with the plan. "You're forgetting how he got that position of oyabun. The video clip that you recovered from Daiko's house, the one that shows Sashi and Spar's assassination, we make two copies of that. One copy we hand over to Suri, have him drop the charges against Michiru; have him re-file one for Spar. The second copy, we hand it over to the Honet clan. Open their eyes and let them see firsthand how their respected oyabun likes to eat their own. Once they see that it's Spar that carried out Daiko Chisu and Keiun Saici's murder, they're bound to link it to Shinto. With the cops and Interpol looking for Shinto by day, every yakuza clan looking for him by night, Shinto will feel pressed; I know he'll come looking for me then."
"Haruka. You're putting yourself at risk. You know Shinto is capable of anything; he finds out you're the reason he lost everything he owns, even if he's going down, he'll take you with him, that's suicide." A look of worry on Tara's face.
Haruka laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's the only way. I have to save Michiru; I promised her I won't abandon her again, I have to keep my word. Plus you're forgetting, I have mad ninja skills! HAI-YA!"
Giggling, Tara slapped Haruka lightly on her arm; easing the tension, and at the same time, showing her support to her blond friend.
At this moment, Benji stood with his back straight, his chest out, his head held high. "Tara! You seem to be forgetting that Haruka's paired with the one of the best looking officers in all of Japan, that and the fact that I'm an Aikido black belt. I'll be watching her back, you have my word."
Haruka shook her head. "I have to do this alone Benji. If Shinto or Spar sees that you're with me 24/7, that might deter them from acting. Plus, I have another job for you."
"What?" Benji asked, slightly intrigued.
"Didn't you mention to me once that you had a confidential informant within the Honet clan?"
Benji nodded his head.
"Good. Time for you to put him to good use."
Michiru immediately recognized Dyon the moment he entered her room, even with his face mask on. Michiru took her chances, she went along with Dyon's plan; there was no way in hell that she was going to go down for some else's murder, particularly Spar. The moment Dyon and Michiru entered the awaiting elevator, they were in the clearing.
Dyon immediately took off his face mask, his lab coat, and ID tag; throwing them in the corner of the elevator. Michiru got up from her wheel chair; leaving it behind in the elevator us as they made their way to the getaway car. Dyon popped open the truck, taking out a gym bag, and handing it to Michiru. Michiru didn't need to be told that the bag contained a fresh change of clothes; easing their getaway plan, the hospital gown she was wearing would draw too much unwanted attention.
Throughout the entire ordeal, neither Dyon nor Michiru exchanged a single word; and they left it that way through the entire trip. Michiru recognized the road Dyon was taking; it would be too obvious for Shinto to meet Michiru at the Okutama warehouse or the Honet Group Inc., offices; instead, Dyon was taking Michiru to the piers where Shinto owned a private yacht.
The entire pier was heavy guarded, with members of the Honet clan pacing back and forth, providing Shinto with a safe peace of mind. Michiru made her way to the yacht that she recognized was Shinto's. She strode passed the two guards that was guarding the yacht; as if her arrival was expected. When Dyon followed Michiru's pace up to the yacht, before even reaching the stairs, the two guards immediately blocked his path.
"Dyon. Oyabun wants to see Michiru only."
"Out of the way! Oyabun personally invited me to join him on the yacht."
The two guards continued to block his path, unwavering at the man before him. When the two didn't budge, Dyon started forcing his way through, flailing his arms and legs, trying to reach the stairs, to see Shinto. But before Dyon knew what had hit him, another three patrolling guards, and the two original ones had him pressed face first on the cold concrete floor. Only when one of the guards had his knee pressed against Dyon's spinal cord did he scream in agonizing pain.
"Get off him. Now."
The five guards immediately got off Dyon, and resumed their previous post. Dyon painfully pulled himself off the floor, dusting his clothes off, cracking his neck and fingers. "Told you fuckers oyabun wanted to see me!" He spat on the face of the man that had his knee on his back. Wiping his lips, Dyon moved past the guard, ready to board the yacht when Shinto held his hand out; calling for him to cease his steps.
"Your service is no longer needed. You may leave."
Dyon looked on, momentarily dumbfounded at Shinto's invitational rejection. "And my money…oyabun?"
Shinto reached into his inner blazer and pulled out a stack of money. When Dyon reached his hands out to collect the money, Shinto threw the stack of money at his face; the strong sea wind blowing the money everywhere, all over the pier, with majority of the banknotes finding its way into the water.
"¥1,000,000 as promised." Shinto spoke in a calm and collected tone of voice. Shinto turned his back and retreated back into the privacy of his yacht.
Dyon stood there on the pier, his blood boiling, his temper was flaring. 'Who does the fucker think he is?! I'm not his God damn fucking dog! He wants me to fetch my money!' Dyon thought to himself. Dyon wasn't going to pick the money up; it wasn't worth it, not to be put down like this. As Dyon was about to turn and walk away from this miserable night, the guard that Dyon spat on earlier threw a quick right hook, catching him off guard, the sound of his jaw dislocating audible.
"There's your invitation, fucker!" He spat on his face before returning back to his post; leaving a hurt and humiliated Dyon lying on the cold concrete floor of the pier once more.
Michiru's heart rate was steadily climbing, she tried to prepare herself, but she knew with Shinto's temper, anything could happen. Michiru sat idly on the couch, awaiting Shinto's return. When the sound of leather heels clicking against the hardwood floor reached her ears, with Shinto's fast approaching footsteps, Michiru began to sweat, her nerves starting to tangle, her lips adry.
When Shinto entered the cabin, he walked straight passed Michiru on the couch, instead heading for the bar. Uncorking a bottle of Hennessy, Shinto gingerly poured himself a glass of fine cognac. Taking a slow sip, Shinto made his way over to where Michiru sat; whirling his cognac in his glass, his gaze following the twirling liquid, "Well?" He asked.
Michiru sat there with her head hung lowly, her gaze on her feet; she didn't answer Shinto.
With one huge gulp, Shinto consumed the entire glass' content; taking the empty glass, he hurled it at the wall behind Michiru, missing her head by mere inches. Pieces of the shard glass ricocheted off the wall, scratching Michiru's pale white face; several of the wounds drawing blood. Still, Michiru sat, unwavering, unmoving, her head continued to hang lowly. Shinto's patience was wearing thin. With one quick step, Shinto cupped Michiru's chin into the palm of his right hand, squeezing down tightly, he tilted her head up to meet his eyes. Shinto's eyes were blood shot red; his dark teal eyes were piercing. Michiru was forced to return gaze, opposite of Shinto, Michiru's aqua eyes conveyed nervousness and uncertainty. The staring contest between the two continued on for a good solid minute, it was only broken when Shinto delivered one of his infamous powerful backhand to the right cheek of Michiru, instantly drawing blood.
"I really underestimated you, you know that? I thought I broke you, took all the fight you had; a mistake that I am currently regretting, deeply." Shinto said, placing extra emphasis on the last word.
Michiru picked herself back up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand; resuming her sitting position. Michiru didn't reply a single word to Shinto's accusation, instead just simply shook her head.
"The EMV that cunt gave me was a fake. Did you know that?" Shinto asked in a calm tone of voice.
Again, Michiru simply sat still, and shook her head.
With a single stride, Shinto struck Michiru again, this time on her left cheek, causing her lips to lacerate. Shinto was shaking uncontrollably, Michiru's lack of emotion and response causing his rage to escalade.
"DO I LOOK FUCKING STUPID TO YOU?! DO I?! There is no way in hell Haruka knew this was a trap from the get-go, yet she managed to switch out the EMV chip at the last minute. I told you to finish her off and the cops come to save the fucking day just in the nick of time. How did they manage to track us down?! Huh?! Tell me! If you're not a rat, you want me to believe this was all coincidental! I raised you to be smarter than that!"
The cabinet was filled with silence, Michiru neither confirming nor denying Shinto's accusation.
"ANSWER ME! SPEAK!"
No longer sitting, Michiru stood to face Shinto's accusation head on. "Yes, you did raise me better than that. If I was a rat, I wouldn't haven't gotten shot in my God damn shoulder, risking my own damn life! If I was a rat, I would have ratted you, Spar and the entire Honet clan out in exchange for a plea bargain! If I was a rat, would I be stupid enough to return to you; to go along with Dyon's plan in the first place! I don't know how Haruka did it, I can only say we underestimated her, but I am no God damn fucking rat!" Michiru retorted; her face beet red, her tempers also flaring equally as much.
Shinto stood there taking in everything that Michiru said; his eyes closely examining Michiru's facial features, her reaction to his accusations, the wheels in his mind churning a mile a minute.
"You raised me, you saved me from that hellhole, you gave me a home, you fed and educated me; I will never turn my back on you. Please, you have to believe me…" Michiru pleaded, tears trickling down her cheek, mixing with the fresh drawn blood.
Exhaling a deep breath, Shinto placed a comforting hand on Michiru's shoulder, reassuring her. "I believe you. But actions speak louder than words, are you willing to redeem yourself?"
Michiru eagerly nodded her head. Eager to please her master once again.
Shinto cupped Michiru's cheeks into his hands, wiping away the blood with his thumbs. "That's my good girl."
A knock on the cabinet door drew Shinto and Michiru's attention to Spar, who was standing there, taking in the scene before him. Shinto made a hand gesture for Spar to enter. Pulling his cellphone out of his pants, Shinto dialed a number, waiting for the receiving end to pick up.
Making use of Shinto's current distraction, Michiru walked up to Spar, her piercing eyes throwing him daggers, her facial expression had 'hatred' written all over it. Counter to Michiru, Spar was calm and collected, his lips forming a huge grin at the site an approaching Michiru.
"Michiru! I'm glad you're safe. I was starting to get really worried about you, you know? Good thing Dyon got to you in time; we wouldn't want anything to happen to you now do we?" Spar asked rhetorically, mockingly, in a condescending tone.
"Save it! I know it's you. You wanted me to go down for Keiun Saici's murder?! That's why you gave me your revolver."
Spar could only stand there, cackling loudly. "I didn't give you my revolver, you took it. How was I supposed to know the cops would show up? Right, Michiru?"
Michiru was going to make him pay, but she didn't want to do it in front of Shinto. Turning her back to the diabolic man, Michiru focused her attention to Shinto who was still on the phone, talking secretively. Michiru was only able to eavesdrop bits and pieces of his conversation; one of the lines that she managed to catch from Shinto loudly was: "…make sure it's the yellow one that's safe…"
Hanging up soon after, Shinto turned his attention back to the two. "Michiru, you stay here and nurse your wounds. Spar, come with me to the deck, I have a job for you."
Benji waited till it was nightfall, into the mid morning hours to put their plan into action. Parking his cruiser, Benji walked into 'The Planet', a bar in the East end that his informant would frequent often. The bar was currently filled with bikers playing 8 ball, 9 ball, snooker, the stench of cigarette wrecking havoc on his lungs. Waving his hands to clear the smoke from his line of vision, Benji spotted the star player in his orchestra sitting depressingly by himself at the front of the house, by the bar.
Tapping his fist twice on the bar, Benji drew the attention of the bartender, "Two beers, for me and my buddy here."
The man sitting beside Benji turned his head to the owner of the voice; in his half drunken state, it took him a moment before he recognized Benji. "Oh! It's you. What do you want? I don't have anything that'll interest you."
Benji took a swig of his beer, enjoying the cold brew that he missed so dearly. "I'm not here to ask for your help, I'm here to help you."
The man scoffed loudly. "HA! What can an officer like you do for a lowly maggot like me?"
Reaching into his jacket, Benji pulled out a USB flash drive. "Here, take this."
Taking the flash drive into his hands and examining it closely, "What's this? Porn?"
With two large gulps, Benji finished his beer, placing the bottle down onto its side. Getting up from his stool, Benji patted the man's back, whispering into his ears. "The USB stick you have in your hands there contains a video. It shows the true murderer that killed your uncle."
The man's eyes immediately sprang open, his previous drunken state completely forgotten. "Who?!"
Just as Benji was about to push open the bar door, he turned his head to reply the man. "Shinto Honet. Oh, by the way, Dyon…?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for the beer." With that Benji exited the bar and into the cool night.
"Haruka, are you sure you want to do this?"
Printing her name here, dating there, and signing her signature everywhere else, all the paper work was completed; everything was set into stone. Pushing the paper work back to Tara, Haruka handed her the pen she previously borrowed, awaiting her to sign her signature.
"Please Tara. I've thought this through and through. You're the person I want as a witness. There's nobody in this world I trust more than you. Please."
Tara sat there, pen in hand, staring at the blond before her. She knew firsthand that when Haruka had decided something, nothing was going to change her mind. Exhaling a long sigh, Tara could only concede defeat. Going through the mountain of paper work thoroughly, Tara read carefully, initialing and signing every column that required her signature.
Haruka stood up and collected the papers from Tara's hands. Going through them one more time, Haruka placed everything into a yellow business envelope, sealing it off with a personalize seal to ensure authenticity. Once everything was set and sealed, Haruka handed the envelope back to Tara, which she took with a heavy heart.
"Thanks Tara." With that, Haruka bent down to give her friend a quick hug. Haruka knew that if she lingered any longer, she would surely break down; crying in tears was something she didn't want Tara to see. Haruka picked up her coat from her chair when she forgot something. "Oh! Almost forgot. Ojun is currently staying at my apartment; you should go visit him sometime, check in on him, he makes a real bad ass pork bone soup!"
Tara could only laugh whole heartedly at her blond friend's weird sense of humor. "I'll go try it sometime. We'll go try it sometime; you, me, Benji, and Michiru, together. Okay?"
Haruka nodded her head. "Promise."
"It's fucking 4:30am in the morning! This had better be fucking good Dyon or I'll skin your ass myself."
The group of 90 or so men was starting to get restless, being summoned at such a late hour was unusual, even for their yakuza lifestyle. The group of men that currently stood in the once empty Okutama warehouse were some of Daiko Chisu's most loyal men; each would have taken a bullet for the man, and each was equally devastated by the man's sudden passing.
"Calm down. I assure you this is well worth your time. We can start as soon as Yauri Nizo arrives."
The group suddenly starting murmuring among themselves, until someone from the crowd said what was on everybody's mind.
"Yauri Nizo, the oyabun of the Nizo clan? Are you out of your fucking mind? Inviting a rival clan?!"
The tension in the room only continued to escalade as Yauri Nizo soon stepped through the doors to the warehouse. His henchmen clearing a path for him, Yauri Nizo soon made his way to the head of the stage, taking a seat by the projector. Dyon looked over to the man, awaiting his signal; when the man known as Yauri Nizo gave him the go ahead, Dyon continued on as planned.
Dyon cleared his throat to speak in his loudest, most roaring tone of voice. "I have called each and every one of you here today for one single purpose, my uncle: Daiko Chisu. I am proud to say that every single one of the men standing here before me was loyal to my uncle, loyal to the clan. My uncle spent majority of his life serving the Honet clan, and what did he get in return for his efforts?! Hm…His life stolen from him."
"What are you talking about?" Someone from the crowd yelled.
"The man who killed my uncle, Daiko Chisu, isn't any renegade cop like Shinto Honet said; Daiko Chisu was killed by Shinto Honet!"
Sudden murmurs from within the crowd ignited; each incomprehensibly voicing their disbelief. Dyon raised his hand to silence the crowd of men below.
"I know my accusations without proof are worthless, which is why I stand before you here with Nizo-san as my witness. As acting oyabun of the Nizo clan, he will be an impartial judge to what I'm about to show you."
Clicking the play button on the remote, the projector facing a side of the warehouse suddenly lid up; a soundless video clip playing. The video clip was short, only 003:37 long, but its quality and not quality that mattered to Dyon. In the clip, it shows Daiko and Keiun sitting at an oak wood table talking and discussing something among themselves. Abruptly, Keiun stands from his seat to open the door; standing there before him was a man the group collectively recognized as Sashi Jino, the supposedly corrupt Captain of Division 42. Not long after Keiun opened the door, another actor emerged within the clip; the man known and fear within the Honet clan, the right hand man of Shinto Honet: Spar. With a single bullet from his revolver, Spar struck Keiun down. As Daiko reached for his handgun, Sashi Jino fired a single shot, shooting Daiko Chisu in the forehead. Daiko Chisu's lifeless body fell face first onto the oak wood; and that's when the video clip ends.
The once roaring crowd stood there silently, many with a look of disbelief on their faces. Once the video clip ended, everybody turned their attention back to Dyon on the stage. "This video clip was given to me by one of the officers from the case, it's legit, check it if you don't believe me. In that clip, we can clearly see that Spar was there when my uncle died. He was there when the killer drove his bullet into Daiko Chisu's head! Don't be fooled! It wasn't any renegade cop that killed by uncle, it was Shinto Honet! He ordered the assassination of my uncle and Keiun Saici!"
The once quiet crowd was again brought back to life, this time though, each was voicing their support for Dyon. It was at this moment that Yauri Nizo took the stage.
"I am not here to start anything. I am here on behalf of Dyon Chisu at his request. And as acting oyabun of the Nizo clan, and an impartial judge, let me tell you that what Shinto Honet did here was monstrous! Heinous! To take the life of his own brothers! Brothers that helped him built his Honet Empire! Is that how we treat our own brothers?!" Yauri Nizo shouted to the crowd.
"NO!"
"NO!"
"NO!" The crowd all yelled in unison, pumping their fist into the air.
"To take the life of a fellow brother only to blame it on a cop afterwards is cowardly! Is that what you want your oyabun to be? Cowardly?!"
"NO!"
"NO!"
"Didn't think so. Which is why we need your help! I want each of you to show this clip to your fellow brothers! Spread this clip far and wide; we want each and every one of our fellow yakuza brothers to know just what a coward Shinto Honet is! WHO IS WITH ME?!"
"Nizo-san!"
"Nizo-san!"
Dyon walked up beside Yauri Nizo, to stand side by side with the man. Whispering in a low tone of voice, "Remember what you promised me. Once you have taken Shinto Honet down, you'll have me as wakagashira of your clan."
"With pleasure." Yauri Nizo replied.
"And that's everything I know. The EMV chip that I gave you earlier leads back to an offshore bank account: the Swiss Bank Corporation."
"Thank you detective Tenoh, you have been very helpful. We only need one day, maybe two tops; we'll be able to issue an international arrest warrant for Shinto Honet's arrest then. You'll have peace of mind then."
Haruka took the man's hand into her own for a firm handshake. "Thank you Agent Shero."
Turning her attention back to Suri who was situated beside Agent Shero, "Suri, the USB flash drive I gave you…"
"Don't worry. Once our forensics has cleared its authenticity, we'll void Michiru Kaioh's arrest warrant, and we'll reissue a new one for the arrest of Spar. Happy?"
"No. Not until Shinto and Spar is locked behind bars, and the entire Honet clan has been disband. You two can take care of the paper works; I'm going to head open for some shut eye, check up on Ojun."
"Are you sure you can drive? You want Jiro or Dojin to give you a ride?" Suri asked concerningly.
Haruka held her hand up to protest. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
With that, Haruka headed for the elevator, to the underground basement where she parked her cruiser. Haruka had spent the majority of the night at the precinct trying to sort out the messes that were wrecking havoc on her life until the early morning. Much of her time was spent giving a detail account of the EMV chip, and how it made its way into her possession. The wheels of action were set in place, now all Haruka had to do was wait.
As Haruka neared her cruiser, she had an unsettling feeling. Suddenly, a cool windy breeze blew by Haruka, rustling her hair. Even though she was in an underground basement, the message the wind carried was loud and clear.
"Come out." Haruka shouted into the empty basement parking lot.
Emerging from behind one of the parking lot pillars was Spar; a face that Haruka wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. She still remembered that she owed him for his previous pistol whipping antics; this was the perfect time for her to exert revenge. Her department issued Glock 38 was exactly where she previously left it, in the glove compartment of her cruiser. Judging from the looks of it though, Spar seemed to be empty handed as well, a dumb move on his part in Haruka's mind to underestimate her like that.
Walking in a slow and steady pace, Spar closed the distance between him and Haruka, until they were only a mere feet apart. Spar and Haruka stood opposite of each other, each standing at their fullest height, staring each other down, each attempting to intimidate their opponents.
Haruka threw her coat onto the windshield of her cruiser, her hands out in front of her, in a fight stance, ready to take the man down with her bare hands if needed.
Reaching into his back pocket, Spar whipped out a 21' inch black metal straight retractable police baton.
"Ready for more?"
A/N: Read and review guys.
And there you have it guys. Like Haruka said, the wheels of action have been put in place. It took me long enough but I was able to find Michiru; she was MIA but I was able to track her down in Narnia.
I don't know why, but I've been crazy obsessed with unicorns lately. It took all my will power not to incorporate a unicorn into the story. I originally planned to have Benji riding a unicorn around Tokyo trying to locate Michiru on Haruka's behalf, but settled for the latter. Oh common! Benji riding a unicorn would be awesome, admit it! Please remember to have your unicorns spayed or neutered.
What's going to happen with Spar & Haruka? Where's Shinto & Michiru? What the fuck is Dyon up to? Tara & Ojun says what?! I'm going to try to update this hopefully before the weekend is up, tell me what you think. I'll be riding my tricycle eating a pear, and holding my ipod touch awaiting your comments; w-w-w-w-w-w-e-e-e-e-e-e-e…..
