A warm front hit the city of Stilwater, as all the inhabitants were taking it in. The shit Kyouki pulled two weeks prior gained her a text from her ex. As they were still cleaning shit up.

~ Why the fuck would you do that?

What the fuck are you going to do IF I did it? ~

Troy sulked as he looked at the last message she sent to him. She was right, he couldn't touch her, he could have her hauled in for destruction of property, the Ultor murder, or the Ronin deaths… But he couldn't because he needed her.

It had been some months since he last saw her. He really wanted to know about Toiu Kasa Sukai. His mind was hard-pressed about this company. Naturally, Troy did some digging around himself. Much to his Deputy Chief's protest, and as always, came up with nothing. It was like chasing a ghost.

Troy clocked out early, went home, dropped his stuff in the living room, and headed into the basement. When he flicked the lights on a large whiteboard with post-it and notes in marker, photos filled the board.

The papers from the files he had searched through were laying all over the floor and in tall piles just like his office. Now with more room, he could take this project on.

He stood there, hands on his hips, trying to see if he could make the connection, any connection. Troy also has Kyouki posted up on the board. Knowing her as James, knew her grandmother as Wong, but she had a third name? There were question marks under the list of names, something for him to come back to later. She knew nothing about the company, as it clearly based them in Japan. Having dealings with the Rollerz.

Westside Rollerz, lead by Joseph Price, who stole cars, broke them down to Japan's company Toiu Sukai for money, in a vice versa dealings. Joseph was nephew to William Sharpe, who was the head to speak on when business deals were made, lawyer to Richard Hughes.

"Kyouki and Lin stopped the income. Did Hughes want to take out Kyouki? He had his lawyer do it? Nah, that don't seem right?" Troy scratched his head and untied his tie. He knew it majorly involved Sharpe with the Rollerz and funded Hughes's campaign. Did Joseph order the hit? "Sharpe took out Lin. Lin found out something. She was close with whatshisname…" Troy paced.

'Donnie could have saved her, and he was a bitch ass...'

"Donnie, the mechanic for the Rollerz. Where is Donnie now?" he snapped his fingers and headed to the desk nearest him.


On the other side of town, the very man that Troy was asking about wrapped up his last commission. Coming out of Donnie's, the auto place in Chinatown, he hopped in his custom Voxal and cruised to the Brotherhood HQ in Stoughton. He pulled up with his racer, amongst the large muscle cars, the only other compact car there was a custom Phoenix that someone had called him in to look at it.

"Hey, Donnie. I know you only work on Maero's truck, but you have to see what's wrong with it." Jessica, Maero's girlfriend, led the mechanic to her car that was on a lift already ready.

"Yeah, no problem. I worked on racers before, so I am the guy to come to." Donnie chuckled as he switched the light on and looked under the chassis.

"Lifesaver! Maero said to give you this." She handed him an envelope full of cash.

Donnie took it, stuffing it into his greasy overalls, and went back to work. "Tell him thanks." Donnie said when he dislodged a long piece of torn cloth from the axle.


Troy was sitting with a phone book in his hand, looking in the mechanics' section. There in the pages was Donnie's in Little Shanghai. With a nod, Troy went to shower and change. He needed to know what Donnie was up to if this was him still in the city.


The Ronin normally kept to themselves Shogo Akuji had been told from the time he stepped foot on US soil. "Keep the ones we do business with close." Instruction from his father's most loyal and trusted Jyunichi Kamata. The Ronin's most feared Second.

Shogo had invited Dane Vogel out, many a time, to keep the relations between the Ronin and Ultor peaceful. They banished Shogo to the States and to Stilwater. Kazuo, his father, was thoroughly irritated with his son for a sin that tore a family friend from their side. Shogo's constant mistakes in the Clan. The women, the bragging, the drugs, and gambling. Kazuo's constant clean-up and covering for the boy wore his never down. Fed up with his "idiot" child had no other choice, sent his son away to grow up.

The young man was to make up for his wrongdoings to what he hoped would bring honor to himself. Thinking this would have his father bring him back to the fold. Then again, old habits are hard to break. Club hopping, gambling, strip clubs, and street racing, what they sent him to the states with was a sizeable chunk that brought an income that kept with a spoiled child's lifestyle.

Shogo, once more rejected by Dane, chalked it up as a rain check. Then again, Dane had no interest in hanging out with the Akuji heir. He took the offer as he took himself out, slumming it, as they say when he hit the Red-Light district's Club, Koi. It was a change of pace from the normal rhetoric.

The young woman on his mind, pleasing himself just about every night from her photos he has collected. He wanted her. To be in her, under him, his fantasies had him daydreaming when he should have been focusing on the meeting he had earlier that day.

Dexter had filled him in on what he could remember of the girl. Dex, taking it all in stride. A pay raise was noted when he checked his account balance. He wondered if Dane was trying to get rid of him at one point, but when he found out that this man was obsessing over her, Dex did some searching. Kyouki was last seen in the Red-Light district and he caught her going into Koi a few weeks ago.


"Why would she be here?" He knew she wasn't the type of woman to frequent the sex area. Hell, she used to clean up the sex workers for the Saints. When she left Koi, he watched as she walked to an abandoned mission house.


Dex informed his boss of her whereabouts. That was what prompted Dane to make the sudden trip, an hour ride on the other side of town. Dane had to admit the club itself was nice looking, the interior was stunning, the multiple floors, duel bars, and lighting were appealing. Live DJ the night he came in, and Kyouki behind the bar a flock of men around her. Gracing them with that charming smile.

He took a deep breath. He needed to calm himself, as he was getting hard just looking at her.

'Play it cool, just go ask for a drink.' Dane straightened his tie and walked over to the bar.

He waded through the small shark pond and none of the seats were empty. He spotted one at the end of the bar, excusing his way through, and gratefully took a seat.

"Hey hun, what'll it be?" Kyouki greeted as the man sat down.

He looked up, and she was smiling at him. "Uh.."

Kyouki feigned confusion. "Uh? Never heard of that one. I'll come back in a sec." She smiled at him, turning to speak with someone else.

A good-looking blond man came walking in, leaning on the bar. "Hey, Ky!"

"Hey B, where's everybody?" Fist bumping the man who strode up.

"On their way, what are you doing working?" He smiled in question. It was obvious to Dane that this man was familiar with Kyouki as he watched their interaction.

"I got bored." She popped a Carona top, handing the cold one to the man who addressed her.

Kyouki turned her attention to the newest person sitting at the bar. "Here hun, you look like a dark liquor man." She tapped the glass on the table and poured a neat whiskey.

Dane snorted. "You know me well. But I like my drink chilled."

"My mistake, Sir." Kyouki took the glass from his hand, rocked a new one for him, held the glass up, and clinked. "It's a party somewhere. Saluté!" with a smile, swallowed the burning liquid.

Dane watched as she continued to chat with the other patrons. He still felt her touch when she took the glass from him. He nursed his glass as he watched her walk up and back chatting with other customers. Every so often 'B', as she called him, looked over, watching Dane. Dane did not care, every look she offered was a treat. No longer his fantasies played, she was here Ms. Kyouki James smiled just for him.
After a while, she waved to the others who she and 'B' were waiting for, taking their place in the VIP section. Dane waved her over, leaving her a generous tip when he paid his tab.

Kyouki handed him his credit card and a bottle of water. "Get home safe. Goodnight." She called with a smile over the music, waving him away.

With a nod, he waved back. He would definitely be back very soon.


Dane had crossed the other side of town several more times during the beginning of the week, for the past two weeks. He avoided the weekend crowds, not his scene, hoping to glimpse her, possibly speak with her a little more.

With a clearing of his throat, he took his chance. "My Lady, you said if you saw me a third time we would date."

Kyouki chuckled. "I did, didn't I? Well, where would you like to go?"

Dane was thinking she was joking, but he never in his wildest dreams. "How about my yacht, curse the coast? I'll cook you dinner?" Pass up an opportunity such as this.

A violent chill ran up her spine. With a shake of her head, she chuckled again. "Boats and I do not agree with each other. Dinner sounds nice though."

"You get seasick?" He looks at her through his blond lashes. Surely she differed from other women. Any other would have run home from the very spot they stood coming back with luggage in hand.

"Terrible motion sickness." Kyouki thought for a moment. She rubbed her neck with her long fingers. "How about your place next week?" She reached down and grabbed a napkin, taking the pen in her apron pocket, and wrote her number down. Then she was off to tend to a customer.

He looked at the offered napkin, pulled his phone from his pocket, and jotted the number down. 555-5477. 5477, he repeated to himself K.I.S.S. Dane smiled. Did she know her number spelled such an intimate thing he hoped would come true?

A phone call after she served, the customer tickled in her pocket. "Yo?" She walked to the back room behind the bar, out of sight.

Dane was in thought. How his date should go, imagining his already fanciful inner mind theater, swiftly interrupted by the living Aphrodite. "Whiskey on the rocks, next week is no good."

"Such a travesty. May I ask why?" To say it disappointed him would be like someone kicking his puppy.

"I have to go out of town with my cousin." She wasn't lying about that. "Also, have to make a Koi run."

"Seems so early for distribution. You have scheduled weeks ahead of time?"

Kyouki nodded as she munched on a handful of beer nuts.

"I see. If I could, I'd take you for dinner then."

She snorted. "Would be nice, but when we go on this date, it will be my birthday week."

Going to another customer. Dane watched her. 'Birthday. Her birthday was coming.' Getting her a yacht to play protector and keep her safe was out of the question. He knows he found out from Jones about her boating incident.

They associated her with the 3rd Street Saints. They were not active presently, and if he can lead her to the ones he knows now, they can be the ultimate power couple. Dane wouldn't mind at all then if Shogo asked for them to "hang out."


The week dragged out, things seemed to move in slow motion. And for Kyouki, it just made her irritable. With the weather warming slowly, it was nearly street racing season. Though the main event in the Saints camp was happening this weekend. Kyouki's date with Dane has been postponed because of business. True, she had to go out of town, and that was with Bobby and Brian, who just overheard Shaundi, Gat, and her talking about the plants.


Bobby had been making calls on behalf of his cousin. Getting through to his friend, and someone Ky knows. "Aye, Rashad and Ivory stay over in Steelport; they make enough to get by. I can call em."

Kyouki's eyes narrowed. "No. Aunty will kill me and you."

"Come on, I ain't never ask for nothin." Bobby practically was pleading.

Shaking her head no, she was having none of it. "You want me dead, for real this time?"

"Cuz!" He used the look he used when he was younger and caused the woman to laugh.

Brian interjected. "Ok, how about this one time?"

"You in on this too?" Ky looked between the both of them and groaned. "My God! Call em." She threw her hands in the air. Knowing it was fast, but stupid money. Just this once and no more.


They made the trip, having to also drop off and pick up for the nightclub. Kyouki hadn't seen Rashad or Ivory in years, when she once sat for them. Seeing them felt good, they looked well. But heard that they had to move from their spot when the Row was cleaned. They paid plenty of people to leave. The family, she knows was just one of them.

The Snatch and Burn operation was going to be a minor success. Knowing this would put a major crimp and possibly slow cut to the Sons' profit. There had been some digging before they found out that they had also shipped to the neighboring city.

Donovan provided that tidbit Kyouki had added to the notes file. On her coincidence visit to the corner cafe, the man visited. Rashad solidified that there was Loa in Steelport, just in small sections of the city.

"Ky, Imma fly wit ya'll."

Kyouki turned from the door. "Fly what?"

"Saints for Life."

With a nod, she approved, but held a finger to her lips. Rashad and Ivory understood. "Keep it quiet for now."

Another few days breezed by. Organizing was near complete and Kyouki was geared up, ready to get this done. Several of her crew worked hard to get the greenhouse together.

"Alright, alright, alright let's get this party started!" Kyouki had everyone gathered. There was a map laying on the makeshift table at the bottom of the stairs in Purgatory. The only people missing were Pierce and Shaundi. There were twelve drivers and grabbers in place.

Tobias was front and center with a modified attack chopper. Nic was busy fitting the flamethrower tank attachment. Ramon and Carlos were manning one truck. Shaundi and Pierce in another, Kyouki was on burning duty, with her and Tobias attacking the largest fields. The other Saints and Brian, as another driver with Bobby grabbing, were assigned as well, as they went over the plan.

"You are going in, digging up, potting, pouring the gasoline and grease, light it, then haul ass outta there. I don't give a damn how long it takes. Make sure you aren't followed. Meet at the greenhouse." Pointing to the locations and last stop, she looked every one of them in the eye, seeing everyone understood.

A loud bang with equally hard vibration shook the entire floor. The small group braced, unsure of what to do. The cursing and frantic yelling came from below them. Kyouki and some others ran to the door that led to the old part of the sunken city.

"What the hell guys?" She shouted down.

"Uh.. we ran into a problem."

"What, you learned to contain earthquakes?" She saw one of the crew laying a few feet away. "You aight?"

The Saint shook his head with a groan. "Yeah."

Chuckling, she ordered them to be more careful. "Make sure he's alright and help with any clean-up. We have some hours before we move out."

"Yes, Boss."

When Shaundi and Pierce walked in, she relayed the plan, triple checking with Pierce to see if it was indeed right on the money. With the solid ok. Kyouki headed out for dinner with her family.

Dinner at Aisha's with her aunt's cooking was hitting the spot for the crew.

"Aunty, you didn't have to cook, you know?"

Aisha agreed but could not pass up Mimi's cooking. Kyouki didn't want her aunt to work, just enjoy her time relaxing. They were full, groaning their thanks. Kyouki and Aisha went to sluggishly clean the table and dishes.

"You're leaving out tonight, yes?" Aisha ran water in one of the double sinks.

"Yeah, if you are worried, Mimi already knows. Don't like it, of course. But Bobby is going to be in as you know. And she will kill us both if we get hurt."

"How?"

Ky shrugged. "Distribution to Steelport. Bi-weekly drives. Rashad knows his strains. It's safe."

"Until it's not. Then what?"

Then what was right. She already reprimanded herself. But knowing who she could trust to make the pickups and drop-offs... "Taxis!" Kyouki even surprised herself with the thought, now she would need to get a few cars for a, she shook her head as it may be too much, but will put a pin in it for now to come back to later.

Aisha looked confused. Her face said it all. Then she realized. "Oh. It would be less suspicious."

"Right." Kyouki reached for her phone and sent a text to Ramon. Then went back to tackle the dishes.

"Still doesn't explain how to get them out of the city." Aisha knew what Kyouki was about to ask.

"Does Lisa…"

"No! I knew you were going to ask."

"Fine, fine. But still will better help with them both. The four of them, I should say." Ky tossed the rag on the faucet. "Aunty, thank you for dinner, but we have to go." Ky practically sprinted out of the door with the others behind her.


Alone with Mimi, Tracey and two sleepy kids. Aisha served the ladies a glass of wine.

"Here you ladies go." Placing the chilled beverage on the glass table.

"They really… no. No, Ky is really a influence?" Mimi shook her head. She didn't and doesn't want to admit that what Kyouki does, had done, benefited others.

Aish took a sip, playing with the glass in her hand. "She's stubborn." They met Aisha with the two other women agreeing with chuckled acknowledgment. "She cares. When I was with Kingdom Records. There were some issues that happened. Ben King had stepped down to get a few personal things done. But Warren. He was a piece of work. And Tony. Nah. They did things behind Ben's back the second it was turned."

Aisha remembered what they did to her and tried to get her sister and her friends to do.

"They held us hostage. It wasn't until I made an excuse and separated from them. I called Gat cause he had been looking for me. Ky heard I was in tears. They took my sister and was going to sex traffic them, us. I got out to get the only help I knew. That was my second time seeing her in action." Aisha sipped her wine as they sat silently.

Tracey took the babies into Kyouki's room to sleep. When she came back, she had plenty to think about.

"Ish, what's with Gat?"

Aisha looked surprised. "What do you mean? Nothing with him. If you are talking about their or our relationship?"

Tracey nodded, waiting for an answer.

"He is in love with her. He stays here to protect me."

"And you two are still getting it in." Tracey admitted.

Aisha's turn to nod. "Ky won't let anything come between Johnny and me. Not even her." She stared at the TV, seeing nothing. "I have accepted it. When that accident happened, I realized how much he felt. I love Kyouki with all my heart." Taking a long drink, pouring another glass. "If I see myself sharing Johnny with anyone, it's Kyouki."

Tracey remembered Gat and his promise to keep her safe. He admitted feelings one night they had gone out drinking. Dex was there, and that was another thing. It surprised Tracey more, as Dex had yet to make himself known. At the very least, Ky and Gat talk about him.

Gat's confession shocked them. Kyouki wasn't around with the group when he made his drunken announcement. Then they decided it was best for them to keep Gat's secret close.


~*S.R.1*~

Gat came stumbling into On Track. "SUP BITCHES!"

Tracey shook her head with a snort. Dex got up to grab the man before he made an ass out of himself, which for Johnny was not hard to do.

"Woah, sup Tracey. Yo is an any anybody fuckin wit Li?" He had the biggest sloppy grin on her face.

"You're not sleeping with her!"

"Nah, fuck that she's not like that, see!" He pulled up his sleeve, showing off the brush she left on his arm. Tracey saw nothing. Gat was confused, looking for the long-healed bruise. "I don't wanna fuck her. I want to make love to her. Imma kill Troy. He ain't treating her right!"

Gat stood up, then fell back into the chair. His head hit the table, hard. Dex shook his shoulder. "Johnny? Johnny?" The rest of the club went on as normal. The two looked at each other, shrugged, and continued their beers.

~*S.R.1*~


"Johnny, duck!" Li whipped the hose over Johnny, took aim, and lit the one entryway and top of the greenhouse on fire. Somehow, the Samedi were on guard. She was going to burn them alive.

The Sons opened fire, hitting Johnny in the arm when he grabbed her to the floor of the chopper. They were ambushed, managed four of the twelve plants from the special crop that was now burning. Now it's who will they have to kill when all heads are counted.

Tobias called over the headsets. "I gotta tell ya, destroying this much product just feels wrong."

Li switched to her gun, grunted. "These assholes wouldn't give you or Laura anything more than a bullet to the head. This is sweet justice… Trust me, it's better this way."

Tobias circled slowly overhead. "I never thought of it that way... say Laura and I's anniversary is comin' up. You got any ideas?"

"For Laura, yeah! Baking pan, cookbook, and one of those spa baskets. Oh! Good pot!" Li announced, leaning back, taking another shot at a Samedi guard.

Johnny chuckled. "For your birthday, we already got you the pot!"

They chuckled in agreement. "Shut up, Johnny, I don't smoke!" Hearing Johnny grunt in pain again, she growled.

"You dirty muthafu… Can you get me in closer!" She shouted over the noise. The chopper tilted and Li snatched off the headset, then went out the open door. Standing in the greenhouse's entryway tugged the hose, pulling the flamethrower trigger, releasing napalm spray that coated all in its path. It was the largest field. The others got out of the smaller fields, set them ablaze, and were already heading to Purgatory.

"That's right, Toasty! Kyouki wins, FATALITY!" The crashing greenhouse frame sent Li running back to the chopper. The fire was burning too fast. "Shit, shit, shit. Hot, hot, hot!" She got the flames going. Johnny had the field on his side drenched. With the flames rising fast, he had to cut the hose before it blew them up.

"That looked a lot less flammable from the outside." Tobias said. "Well, that was oddly cathartic..." Johnny had to agree.

The fumes made it hard for her to breathe. Getting in, she signaled for Tobias to fly over the water, as per the plan.

"Johnny, you ok?"

"Yeah, just a graze. That was some good shit." His love of arson rivaled her own.

"Let me see." Pulling a small flashlight out, she checked to hole in his shirt. "Looks more than a graze."

"I'm aight. Bobby said you had a date planned."

"Damn, he talks too much." Kyouki turned her head, closing the open door on her side. "His name is Dane Whitmore. Comes into Koi often." She shrugged, laying back, closing her eyes. Johnny was fine if he wasn't let him suffer.

Hearing Johnny close the other door, her head felt odd. Listening to everything hum around her took a deep breath. She could rest. Their job is done, a major blow that satisfied the young woman. Johnny made out her form in the dimly lit body of the chopper, getting closer to Kyouki's ear. "When are you going to stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Dating muthafukas, that ain't me?"

Before she could answer, he had put his full body weight pressing into her, kissing her hard. Grinding himself into her, feeling his hard imprint. Moaning into each other's mouths, she pushed him back.

"What about Tobias?" With a raspy whisper.

Gat looked over his shoulder, facing Kyouki again, and kissed along her jaw. "He's busy. He has a wife. He can't have you." Laying between her legs pressed harder into her.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips. His breath was hot on the side of her neck. She was enjoying the sensation it was giving her. She gasped again. Felt hot and very aroused.

"Mm, Ky."

She whimpered, biting her lip. "Johnny…"

"Ky, Ky…"

She felt shaking; she felt her body tremble.

"Ky wake up!"

Waking with a start, she slowly opened her eyes. She was dreaming? Her scenes took in her surroundings. A heavy jacket was covering her. "Oh... shit.' That was a dream." Her head felt funny. Rubbing her eyes, she saw Gat looking at her.

"What?" Johnny looked at her in the dim light.

Kyouki's face burned to the tips of her ears. She avoided his look. "Nothing." She waved a dismissive hand. Johnny had a clue. With a raised eyebrow, he smirked.

"We're about to land." Tobias announced.

"... Yeah…" her throat was dry. She was sweating. It felt real. Too real, between her legs felt uncomfortable. Sliding to sit up felt damp.

"Shut the fuck up. Now I'm hungry?" Then her stomach growled. Gat laughed harder. Kyouki hopes like hell she never gets high again.

"Hungry, horny, happy. You had your first contact high. You are a fucking lightweight." Gat grinned from his position opposite her.

Kyouki did not find what he said funny. She laid back down and hoped the sensations would pass fast.


The break of dawn brought in news to the General with Mr. Sunshine confirming the burning of their farms in the dead of night.
By mid day, they both stalking the one known as Veteran Child. "Where is he?" Sunshine growled at the footman around the music store. The General and Mr. Sunshine barge into the music store, breaking the glass window with a loud crash.

Mr. Sunshine saw no one moved from their entering, bellowed. "Everybody get out!"

The music lovers just continued listening to music with their headsets on as they cranked out tunes. The General would never raise his voice, politely interjected. "Perhaps they did not understand you..." with a soft smirk pulling his full lips.

Mr. Sunshine rolls his neck, slides out the machete that is always present at his side, kills a customer slicing his back, then another, the disturbance causing everyone else to take notice and run out, except Veteran Child who was oblivious to his surroundings.

Veteran Child felt a heavy tap on his shoulder. When he turned around, he saw a bloody machete pointed at his nose, his boss before him, as well as a creeping pool of blood, and a dead body sliding off the display. "What's, uh, what's up guys?"

The General moved his second out of the way with a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. "The Saints razed my farm."

"That's, uh, that's some shitty luck." Veteran Child had heard nothing. He jumped when Mr. Sunshine made a slight movement on his right.

The General smiled. With a slight bow of his head. "A helicopter-mounted machine gun and flamethrower has nothing to do with luck."

Veteran Child sputtered. He did not know what he had to do with the farm. Or what he would have been able to do against a machine gun with a flamethrower. Mr. Sunshine chanted and sway under his breath. "Well, how- Yo, can you cut that shit out? You're freakin' me out. How did they find out about the farm?"

General stood with his palms open in wonder. "Why don't you tell me..."

"I don't know wh-"

This irritant to his business was lying, and he knew it. With a growl that surprised even Mr. Sunshine. "Stop lying."

Veteran Child jumped back, shouting in shock. "Dude, I said I don-"

Mr. Sunshine slammed the machete down close to V.C.'s hand. "And he said, 'Stop. Lying."

Veteran Child looked at his hand, snapping his head between the two Caribbean men. "I'm tellin' you the truth man, I don't know how they found out..."

The General straightened up, taking a deep breath. "Then you are not very useful, are you?" Licking his lips, he pulled a cigar from his pocket, along with a lighter.

"I don't know how they found out, but I got some ideas..." Veteran Child was thinking, took him a minute, but he closed his eyes and saw her.

The General lit his cigar, took a long drag, and blew the sweet-smelling smoke in the boy's face. "Enlighten me..."

"I used to date this bitch… Shaundi... and there's a chance, and I mean a small fuckin' chance... that I might have gotten stoned and told her about the farm." He had to save his ass. He told her he didn't think in a million years that one night of being stoned would nearly cost him a hand.

The General nodded in acceptance. "Where is this Shaundi now?"

"Word is she rolls with the Saints now..."

A hand on Mr. Sunshine's arm lowered the bloody weapon. The General stared his odd jade green eyes in the brown ones of Veteran Child. "Let him go..." Turning to the door that hung on one hinge. "Veteran Child, you will go kill this Shaundi... if you fail to do this, Mr. Sunshine will burn you alive. Does this sound fair?"

"Uh-" Watching the back of the large man, he swallowed hard.

The General stepping out into the sun seemed to disappear from where he stood. His voice trailing off as he went. "Excellent... let's be on our way."


The press swiftly swooping in to get the scoop. The Stilwater Gazette was short and sweet with their column on the front page in color of the newspaper.

"Hippies mourn loss of drug farm."

~An aerial assault has left several farms near Stilwater University in flames, and numerous Sons of Samedi dead. A rival gang assaulted a presumed drug manufacturing facility today, destroying various pieces of equipment, and in the process crippling the Samedi's Loa Dust production. Not satisfied, unknown assailants then proceeded to wreak havoc down the streets of Stilwater, assaulting the fleeing Samedi vehicles and leaving untold casualties. ~

Kyouki ripped the section out of the paper and clipped it to a corkboard for prosperity.