257 Chapter five, 2017, years end: 5 (1/2)
'Don't fuck with someone who was there from the start!' Sano Mitsuo sighed in depression. Helping his best friends with their vendetta had taken him down roads best never walked.
When he had a high schooler framed and expelled from her school her guardian finally popped up like a toad from a boiling pond. All a matter of how to smoke people out. Now that retard tried making trouble instead of go down and disintegrate like a good kid. Only after the loss his mother's hospital care and Mitsuo making sure the wife got fired from her job for stealing, did the man understand what kind of opponent Mitsuo was.
'Still, didn't expect her to take her life as well. Bah, shit happens.'
Mitsuo knew rumours were spreading. He did the spreading after all, but the last week's rumours of a digital bakemono making their way to him weren't his, and Mitsuo wondered who the hell was digging up shit on his targets behind his back.
His father's teachings worked for the dirty job he was doing now, but repressive suppression methods from early Showa just weren't applicable on-line.
And someone did anyway. 'Who the hell are you?' He sighed again. 'I'm too old for this shit. Damn, I'm twice too old!'
Contacts from organised crime refused to talk to him over the phone. A friend of his as well as a mole flat out told him to get his arse to Osaka if he wanted to talk banking frauds and refused to continue the email conversation.
The last day or two Mitsuo's suspicions grew. One out of two. If the former boyfriend, then a major pain in the arse, admittedly a damn skilled pain. That was the good option.
If it was his granddaughter, if it was Tina, then it was time to get the hell out of the area. From what he read in her eyes Mitsuo knew you didn't end up sorry if you stood in her way; you ended up dead. She was his relative through and through. She was also the only person he knew who scared him.
A phone-call to his friends revealed that they were absolutely clueless. The Wakayamas were as ruthless as naive. One of the reasons Mitsuo loved them so much.
'What do I do?' That Ulf kid didn't scare him. He could probably be talked with, even included for mutual benefit, but Tina. If it was Tina he could end up dead before she even knew.
Unbeknownst to either of the latest arrivals Mitsuo had milked Ashiga James for as much information as possible. Mitsuo never expected to stay in Tokyo for a second evening, but when it came to Christina Agerman, The Billion Dollar Empress, there was no end to the stories. She was a long way removed from the Princess of Scandinavia, and Mitsuo wondered what had turned her into a monster.
He knew, that she knew, that both of them knew, that you couldn't feign innocence and lack of knowledge. Chag was her personal beast, and Chag ate people all over the world.
A doctorate in history, it turned out, was a highly efficient vessel for memorising and classifying data pertaining to society. In fact Ashiga James was a goldmine when it came to anything relating to the upstream world before he arrived here.
'I have to risk it.'