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Detective Ikari
Chapter Thirteen: Disappoint
Helen frowned and quickly set down her bags so she could pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Helen?"
"Chief? Is something. . ."
"They kidnapped Spades!" Helen winced and rubbed her ear.
"They what?"
"They kidnapped Spades!" Amber snapped thankfully not quite as loud as before.
"Who?"
"NERV," Amber snapped. "He got shot and they tricked us by pretending to be an ambulance."
"Who got shot?"
"Spades!" Amber screamed. "Aren't you listening to what I'm telling you?" The door opened and Helen looked up to see Freddie walk into the apartment.
"You!"
"Me," he replied. "What's wrong?"
"NERV kidnapped Spades," Helen stated. "Get on the phone with that buddy of yours in Japan."
"Right." Freddie crossed the office in two massive steps and snatched up the other phone. He dialed quickly and began talking almost as soon as he finished.
"Freddie's getting a hold of the Naval Attaché," Helen reported. "Are you safe?"
"I'm fine," Amber replied. "I'm holding up with a friend of Spades'. I don't think they know where I am."
"Can you go to the police?" Helen asked.
"NERV owns them," Amber stated. "Now stop questioning me and get the fucking Marines in this city!"
"One Marine battalion coming right up Chief."
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Amber hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. "Drink?" She glanced up and took the offered glass.
"Thanks."
"It's not a problem," Hikari responded. "What are your people doing?"
"One of my people is a former Navy SEAL," Amber explained. "He served in Panama with the current American Naval Attaché in Japan."
"What does that mean?" Hikari asked.
"Japan is a powerful nation, but they still try to maintain good relations with the US," Amber explained. "Kidnapping American citizens is not good relations."
"Do you think that will work?"
"It will or I'll just have to leak this story to the press," Amber stated with a smirk. "The civilians will demand something to be done on a legal level and the mob will start pulling strings."
"The mob?"
"Don't ask."
"I see." Amber frowned as someone knocked at the door. She snatched up her Black Window and drew the hammer back. She moved to the door and glanced through the peephole.
"Do you know any redheads?"
"What?"
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"How does he look Doctor Akagi?" Ritsuko glanced up from her clipboard and saw NERV's Sub-Commander as he walked into the small medical center.
"Excellent," Ritsuko stated. She glanced down at the man strapped to the hospital bed with an IV in his arm. Her eyes were momentarily caught on the Trojan warrior tattooed on the man's right shoulder, one of several on his chest, back, and arms. "He's stabilized incredibly fast. We had very little to actually do once he was brought here."
"I see," Kozo stated. "How's his physical health?"
"So far he's in perfect shape," Ritsuko stated. "We ran a full battery of tests and the results should be back soon."
"I see," Kozo stated as he stared down at the Third Child. Ritsuko glanced down and frowned. The Third Child had grown up a whole lot. Not someone Ritsuko even wanted to meet in a dark alley. "Looks like he's had it fairly rough," Kozo commented.
"You have no idea," Ritsuko stated as she glanced at the X-rays pinned to the wall. "This is his chest. The man who hit him is our martial arts instructor. His ribs should be shattered."
"They're only fractured," Kozo noted.
"Yeah," Ritsuko replied. "The only excuse I can come up with is that he's broken his ribs so many times that his body has overcompensated." Ritsuko turned her sharp eyes on Shinji. He certainly looked like a fighter; his knuckles were huge. Calluses like that took years to develop. "You said he was a boxer?"
"That's right," Kozo replied. "Are there any other injuries?"
"Hundreds," Ritsuko stated as she flipped the sheet on her clipboard. "Multiple jaw fractures, multiple wrist, shin and forearm fractures, three old gunshot wounds, dozens of what look like stab wounds, a scar that looks like he was hit with a bed of nails. . ."
"I meant recent," Kozo interrupted.
"Fractured cheek bone, four fractured ribs, and the gunshot wound," Ritsuko answer. "None of them are bad. The fractures are barely more then hairlines and the bullets missed all bones and vital spots. He'll be up and pissed in no time."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Kozo stated. "Can he be moved yet?"
"You could throw him off a train and he'd probably be fine," Ritsuko stated.
"I'll have Section-2 relocate him to holding cell."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Ritsuko stated.
"Why not?"
"The LCL has had a longer lasting affect on the bodies of the pilots then we anticipated," Ritsuko explained. "Their bodies burn through drugs at an astounding rate. The moment we take him off the drugs that are keeping him under, he's going to start recovering. He'll be up and pissed fast." A woman walked in and handed a clipboard to Ritsuko. She read it quickly. "His liver is in trouble and his lungs aren't in the best shape."
"We're going to have to risk moving him," Kozo commented. "We might have bigger problems soon."
"Like what?"
"The Americans."
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Gendo stared at the reports spread across his desk and scowled. This had not been a part of the plan. The door to the office opened and Gendo looked up to see his former sensei walk in. "The reports from the school?"
"Yes," Gendo answered. "How did he bring a gun into the country?"
"Something about international sporting events," Kozo stated. "Your son seems to have become a master of many rather destructive talents."
"Does this look like a sporting event?" Gendo demanded, shoving a picture into the older man's face. Kozo looked away, rather paler then normal. "How many are we looking at?"
"The eight in the parking lot were all DOA," Kozo began. "Along with them two more agents stationed outside suffered concussions, one of the agents inside has a shattered jaw and cheek bones, another has a low-grade concussion, and the third is in a coma. He isn't expected to wake up."
"How is the Third Child's health?"
"It's quite good actually," Kozo replied. "Much better then any of our men."
"I see," Gendo replied. Someone knocked and he scowled. He had specifically ordered not to be interrupted unless there was an emergency. "Enter." The door opened and one of Gendo's secretaries stepped inside. "What is it?"
"This just arrived sir." The secretary set down a fax on Gendo's desk and quickly walked out of the office. Gendo picked it up and scanned over it contents. Then he read them more carefully.
"What is it?"
"An official notice from the American Naval Attaché," Gendo replied. "It demands that we returned the Third Child."
"The woman that was accompanying him has many contacts and thus he had many contacts."
"Oh," Gendo replied.
"It was in the info packet I keep telling you to read," Kozo stated. "This is bad. What are you going to do?"
"We will deny that we have the Third Child," Gendo replied. "They have no proof."
"If they didn't have proof then they wouldn't be sending us official letters," Kozo corrected. "It must be that woman."
"We will have to find her," Gendo stated.
"I've had men scouring the city," Kozo stated. "They can't find her. Apparently, she's not without skills of her own."
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"Hello Asuka."
"Good morning," Asuka replied. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and frowned. She had gotten no sleep at all. "Have you found him?"
"What?" the woman Asuka didn't recognize asked.
"Shinji," Asuka clarified. "Have you found him?"
"How did you know?" Hikari asked.
"I spent all night trying to find him after you two left the building, leaving two Section-2 agents for dead," Asuka explained. "One of my bodyguards was on break and saw Shinji get loaded into an ambulance. I've checked every hospital and he isn't in any of them."
"You had a bodyguard out there?" the other woman demanded. "What the hell is wrong with him? Why didn't he help us?"
"Well," Asuka began, "he doesn't speak Japanese. He wasn't sure exactly who the good guy was and who was the bad guy. If he had jumped in it probably would have been for NERV; after all, the good guys rarely try to sneak up on people and slit their throats."
"What good guys are you talking about?" the woman demanded. "That's how the good guys work where we're from. Now who the hell are you?"
"I'm Asuka Sohryu," Asuka stated. For a moment she saw the woman's eyes narrow. Well, if she was Shinji's friend then she had no doubt heard how Asuka used to treat him.
"I'm Amber Young," the woman said finally. "Now what do you propose we do about Spades?"
"Who?"
"Shinji," Hikari cut in. "People call him Spades, get it?"
"Yeah," Asuka replied. "As for what we're going to do; well, I have an old friend who just so happens to work for NERV."
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Misato Katsuragi frowned and finished her beer. Who would be coming by this early? She opened the door and stared at the woman on her doorstep. "Can I help you?"
"Hi Misato," the redhead stated. "Still a lush I see." Misato glanced at the empty beer can in her hand and then up at the woman.
"Asuka?"
"Yeah. Long time no. . ." Misato grabbed the woman in a tight hug.
"Damn. It's been forever!" She released the young woman. "Come in, all of you! Come in!"
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Johnny frowned as he watched his boss pace back and forth. Something was agitating the larger man. "What's up Boss?"
"I haven't gotten a call from Spades," Giovanni stated. "He is several hours late now." Johnny's frown deepened. Spades wasn't the type to be late.
"I'll start up then, shall I?" Giovanni stopped pacing, all worry gone from his expression.
"Go to the agency and collect Spades' weapon," he ordered. "A private plane will be awaiting you at the normal airport. Spades is a part of my family, try not to disappoint." Johnny grinned. Late wasn't Spades' word and disappoint wasn't Johnny's.
"Am I on a lease in Yakuza territory?" he asked.
"Spades has already arranged all of that," Giovanni stated. "The man has more connections in organized crime then the damn CIA."
"Well that's just impressive."
-End
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-Author's notes. Here the story is starting to splinter. Now I have a few threads to take care of. I'll try not to disappoint.
