Scenario Three: White Lines

Four men nervously watched Yojimbo as he sat behind the large wooden desk, stroking his dogs head.

"I am displeased with this news gentlemen. I entrusted this operation to you and you failed me." He said calmly in a deep reverberating voice.

"Boss you have to understand we tried our best..." The leader of the small group attempted to explain.

Yojimbo cut him off. "I refuse to accept your excuses. You understand the price of failure."

They shifted nervously and the leader swallowed hard before speaking in a nervous voice. "Please boss give us one more chance, we won't screw up this time!"

Yojimbo tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Very well, deliver twenty kilos to Besaid. If you fail me this time I will kill all of you. Understood?"

The four men nodded quickly and retreated before he could change his mind. As soon as they left a well dressed young woman walked in carrying a small bowl of white powder and a clip board. She approached Yojimbo and bowed.

"The latest shipment is in sir, here is a sample." She sat the bowl down on his desk and slid it over to him.

Yojimbo dabbed his finger into the blow and licked the powder off of his finger. He chuckled softly and nodded his head in satisfaction. "Excellent quality as always Scylla."

Scylla bowed deeply again and said humbly. "So kind of you to say sir, but I simply procure it not make it myself."

"Yes but you do have a good eye for quality." He remarked casually as he reached into his cloak and withdrew a large bag of money. "Your cut with a little extra."

He tossed the bag to the edge of the table where she picked it up with a large smile. She regarded him coyly with her dark brown eyes. "I hope this little extra isn't just because of the recent changes in our relationship."

Yojimbo laughed deeply. "Does it matter either way?"

Scylla walked around the table, putting an extra sway to her amble hips. "I would like to think you consider me a valuable member of this organization and not just your slut."

He smiled behind his mask as she straddled his left leg, her short skirt ridding up her long legs revealing the lacy tops of her stalkings. With his right hand he stroked her cheek gently. "I wouldn't have an organization without you my dear Scylla. While I'm gone you run everything. I would be a fool to consider you anything less than a partner."

She laughed softly and reached up pushing off his wide brimmed hat and removing his mask. He leaned forward and they kissed briefly.

"I would love to stay and continue our... conversation but..." Scylla began with a sigh. "I have to get this next shipment packed and ready to go."

Yojimbo pouted briefly then nodded. "I will see you tonight then."

She winked and hopped to her feet leaving the room with a seductive and teasing walk. Yojimbo chuckled softly as he watched her exit and continued to stroke his dog's head.