You didn't think Tokyo was going to be quiet just because a rich, pompous brat was yeeted out of a window did you? Life goes on for both the Thieves and the Tojo Clan. This is a direct sequel to Career Week and Dragon of Inaba is still ongoing.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters involved

Sakura Futaba had thought she hit the jackpot.

Sooner or later she was going to have to attempt at starting to adult, or at the very least she was going to have to try to be an older human teenager and that required her to start earning some cash alongside school, sure she could have asked Haru to help her out but the Phantom Thieves had made a pact. The bad news was that jobs tended to have people involved and the orange haired hacker was still not good with people, she'd gotten better at it and was now able to go and stay at school but that was because she knew at least some people there, there was some sense of stability she could seek out if things became too much. In a job she'd be interacting with strangers all the time, not even regular strangers like the rest of the class who were always there but strangers who would only be around for minutes and never be seen again at best, it'd be completely random whether or not she'd make it through the day okay especially if she was going to be doing it alongside school. The only people she could say that she was okay with outside of Sojiro, the Phantom Thieves or any of the ancillary connections made by the Phantom Thieves were exclusively online.

Fortunately for her she'd already set up the groundwork for what she'd hoped would be the answer to all her problems. She wouldn't be interacting with anyone she didn't know, it was 95% computer based, paid a heck of a lot better than anything else she could have thought of and gave her a badass title that she could brag to people online about. There were a few... problems though.

For one thing: she really didn't have the proper equipment for this.

"Uggghhh!" She groaned as the screens that illuminated her room did nothing but whir and blast out even more insufferable heat. There were five fans on full blast directed at the tower collections but all that seemed to do was send the hot air back at the machines causing them to overheat even faster.

Secondly: it was probably illegal in ten different ways. That was also kind of a problem.

Such were the risks you took when you set out to be the Tojo Clan's new information broker.

It had started out as a minor thing, the old information broker was a fat jerk called the Florist who wouldn't let someone who clearly knew more than him about his own system access to the mass of cameras and hidden microphones that littered Kamurocho. So while he was distracted talking to the Tojo Clan's resident giant Taiga Saejima, she had taken the opportunity to do some remote access work and get the Red Light district buzzing at her fingertips, among other things. Then the big, big, BIG boss of the Tojo Clan had figured out that he could get ahead of the game and start paying her for the information that The Florist was charging out the ass for at a lower price. Genius! She had her money source, the clan saved a bit of cash and she could connect to a fellow spirit: A mentor in the way of the feral gremlin.

Gorogorogorochan: Yo, not to be a dick about things but how's the camera setup going?

Goro Majima: Patriarch of the Majima family, Daigo Dojima's right hand, CEO of Majima Construction, Mad Dog of Shimano (whatever Shimano meant), supplier of Pocket Circuit stuff and the official martial arts instructor for over a third of the Phantom Thieves. Who cared if he was a gazillion years old? He was cool and was really looking out for what he affectionately deemed "The little shits" and he knew how to use a secured text channel which put his tech savvy levels above 90% of his age group.

Alibaba: It's melting, I'm melting.

Gorogorogorochan: How you think I feel? I'm wearing leather in the baking sun!

Alibaba: I'm sitting in front of a blast furnace of computers. This stuff's gonna cause a house fire.

Gorogorogorochan: Nooo don't burn down! How else am I gonna learn new ways to get my bro to throw shit at me?

Alibaba: What did you used to do?

Gorogorogorochan: Threaten to stab him.

Alibaba: Really?

Gorogorogorochan: He can take a few knife wounds.

Alibaba: He could literally eat you.

Gorogorogorochan: No he couldn't. He'd get the worst case of food poisoning.

Alibaba: That's 'cause he shouldn't eat you. He still could.

Gorogorogorochan: I thought you were supposed to be the info girl, not a school teacher.

Alibaba: Alright, alright. That's an image I didn't need.

Gorogorogorochan: They'd know all the latest slang and you'd never knoooooow.

Alibaba: Seriously, this stuff is probably gonna start smoking if I try for too long.

Gorogorogorochan: Can't we set it up into like a giant freezer? Like a meat locker?

Alibaba: And let me freeze to death?

Gorogorogorochan: You'd stop melting.

Alibaba: And freeze!

Gorogorogorochan: Okay, bad idea. So what's the problem other than it being hot as balls?

It was time to be honest with the Yakuza, as perilous of an option that was.

Alibaba: I don't think my system can handle everything right now. When it was just piggybacking on the main screen it was just one thing but trying to do everything he had set up, even if it was ancient computers from the turn of the millennium, its just too much, I'm gonna need something better or to just replace the walls with sever racks. And then I'd have to pipe like liquid Nitrogen through everything.

Gorogorogorochan: The hell 'dya get liquid nitrogen from?

Alibaba: Internet.

Gorogorogorochan: Okay, so what's the best way to get you up and running properly?

Alibaba: Get me better stuff to work with.

Gorogorogorochan: Uhh... wrong guy for that. I know a lot of guys who deal in a lot of stuff but from what I've seen, you've got the best tech outta anyone in the clan.

Alibaba: So rain check the big one.

Gorogorogorochan: Yeah, that's fine. We're not paying in advance for this stuff so its no biggie.

Alibaba: K K, so what's next for the dojo?

Gorogorogorochan: Got me a booklet for the Tokyo PD's technique guide, thought Niijima's gonna appreciate knowing what she's in for in the force training and Sakamoto's gonna like knowing when he's gonna get jumped on by the cops and how to fight 'em off. Poke me when you get it up and working!

Alibaba: Cool, I'll stick to the landmine behind my door in case the police show.

Gorogorogorochan: Wee Woo Wee Woo!

Alibaba: Kablamo!

Gorogorogorochan: LOL, see ya!

And with that the screen went quiet, as did the rest of the struggling equipment as Futaba threw the kill switch and let the overheated machines rest. Computers that had served her well over the past year regretfully needed to be upgraded and retooled before they burned themselves to a crisp over her zany scheme while draining the power grid, but who could she really ask for better gear? She couldn't just move a supercomputer into her room, Sojiro would have a fit! And the hacker's noodle arms wouldn't be able to lift the thing up the stairs anyway. This required some people with actual tech knowledge to help with. And there were only a few people that she knew that could possibly help.

And as such, she typed words that no-one had ever typed before.

Mishima, I need your help.