Story Notes: Apologies, the chapter is short. If I'd added this section to the next chapter, it would have been far too long. Thanks to two guest reviewers! And the 2 follows and favourites. It means a lot. Please enjoy. Next chapters will be coming very soon.

Chapter Summary: Hiroko makes his next move, with a little help from Ren.

Suggested Music

1. Shed My Skin - Within Temptation

2. String Theory (Instrumental) - Les Friction

3. Darth Revan Theme (EPIC SAMURAI VERSION) - Samuel Kim

Kanzaki Headquarters,

Later that night.

"So you have no idea if he is dead?" Hiroko questioned.

"No," Shun replied slowly, keeping his head down.

"So, in what way is this useful information to me?" He bellowed. "Get out!"

Shun removed himself from the room as quickly as possible, likely unwilling to unleash the wrath of his boss.

"I give them a job, and they can't even do it right," He muttered, as he signed another form on his desk. The business had started to boom, and he wasn't going to allow recent events to get in the way. Barely moments after Shun left, Ren ploughed through the open door, striding straight to his desk. He bowed in respect and sat down.

"I heard about what happened with the young European. Are you 100% sure that he is dead?"

"No"

"That's unfortunate," Ren responded, passing over a thick wad of papers.

"What's this?"

"If the European isn't dead, you have a big problem. Not to mention your missing man is being questioned by the police,"

Hiroko grimaced, unwilling to address the issue a second time. As he raised the papers, Ren spoke.

"That man ... his name is Tintin. He's a journalist,"

Hiroko couldn't help but laugh.

"A journalist! A journalist who brings down four of my men? Not possible!"

"He's no ordinary journalist," Ren continued.

"What are you talking about?"

Ren motioned to the papers he held.

Hiroko flickered through the papers. Within every page, his skin turned paler.

"He's brought down many drug gangs. He's a very real threat,"

He slowly placed the papers onto his desk, staring at his right-hand man as a further demand crossed his lips.

"Ensure he is dead. I want him gone! Is that clear? "

"Yes, Sir,"

"By any means necessary,"

Ren stood but paused as he walked to the door.

"Sir, forgive me for being bold, but we still have the uniforms,"

Hiroko sat back in his chair, contemplating the idea.

That's very tempting, He conceived.

"The direct approach .. hmm, why not. If he is alive, we will find him quickly,"

Again, sorry this is so short. Turn in next week to find out if Tintin is in danger. Please read, review, follow and Favourite.