Mugen strode into the small house Mukuro had taken over, his nerves on edge as the man looked up at him with a complacent expression. "I'll do the job, but then I never want to see your ugly face again, Mukuro. You got that?"
Mukuro nodded, smirking. His men were gathered around him and Mugen dropped to the floor opposite him as he began to talk. "The target is a government transport ship carryin' 60,000 ryō in gold coins. It's already set sail and is currently en route from Osaka to Edo. It's due to dock at our harbor tonight to pick up supplies-fresh food and water."
Mugen narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Just where is all this information coming from?"
Mukuro grinned. "I have a connection on the ship. I'll have myself delivered in a water barrel. Once I'm on board, I'll set off a bomb as a diversion. That's where you come in, Mugen. You'll have my ship-you attack from the side with the rest of the men. Then you board, we kill the crew, take the gold, blow up the ship. Simple, ain't it?"
The rest of the men were fidgeting and whispering among themselves. One spoke up. "I don't know about this, boss. Attacking a government ship….and tonight isn't a lot of time to prepare…."
"It has to be tonight." Mukuro's hand bunched into a fist. "Tonight will be perfect-the dark of the moon and it's going to rain. They'll never see us coming."
"Rain!" The men looked surprised. "It's clear outside. Are you sure it's going to rain?"
"Oh, yeah." Mugen was the one who answered and they fell silent in the face of his confidence. "I can smell it."