In four short days, with bullets, car bombs, and terror, Boss and his gang cut Yao Lu's ranks in half. Boss Hiroyuki wouldn't sleep until all the rats were dead. Roast duck, chicken feet, radish cakes, tang yuan and other dishes, along with a white take-out box printed with red Chinese characters containing the operatives eyeballs and a note swearing complete retribution for the death of his father.
Later that evening, Boss called in Chinese take-out to the Yao Lu hideout. He would have been better off with a bullet in his heart: Boss's vengeance on him that night was slow and monstrous, portent of the pain that would befall the Yao Lu Family in the weeks to follow. The operative was huddled in the corner, bleeding from his leg. Father had managed to fire a shot off before falling dead. He could still see the body hunched over the glass of bourbon, cigar still smoldering. Hank remembered getting the call and returning to the office. He had been shot in the neck by an operative from the Yao Lu Family and bled out. THE DEATH OF FATHER HIROYUKI AND THE RETRIBUTION It was when Boss Hiroyuki's father, Father Hiroyuki, was killed. Hank had heard these words only one other time. "We need you to come back to the office." Maizey's voice rung fresh in Hank's head. Ling looked up from the floor of his empty kitchen. Hank pocketed his pistol and rushed out into the LED-flicker, neon scuzz of the city. Hank kept his gun pointed at Ling's head as he walked backwards towards the rear exit of the kitchen, gradually becoming a dark blue silhouette in all the steam. He listened in his mind - waiting - six rings, no answer, his call went to voicemail. Hank thought through ten additional searches and all of them came up blank.Ĭall Boss he thought. Hiroyuki Crime Syndicate Denies Responsibility for Congressman's Disappearance. There was no mention of the Hiroyuki crime syndicate or of Boss in the past 24 hours the last hit was from last Thursday: He hurriedly ran a quick inquiry of the latest news in the implant. Hank's embed, implanted in the back of his neck just beneath his hairline, hummed. "For fuck's sake, keep cowering, Ling! I need to check my embed." Ling dropped and went back to bowing frantically on the floor. Hank, we need you to come back to the office. "I'm a lot fucking nicer than the entire Three Oceans Gang breathing down your neck, I'll tell you that much!" A voice in Hank's embed interrupted. Hank kicked Ling in his side and he doubled over in a whimper. "Oh it is so friendly." Ling rolled his eyes. Instead, he sends me to remind you what it's like not to have protection. But if you don't pay him, you don't get protection. "Ling - you wanted to be protected from the Three Oceans Gang. Hank paced the kitchen, tapping oil cans out of the way with his Italian leather shoes. No throwing Ling into the kitchen supplies.
Hank was dialing back his usual threatening shtick: No punches to the face. Ling was a greasy little snake, but he liked him. "Oh, I'd never serve rat.it's too stringy." "You won't serve so much as a rat unless you pay what you owe us." "Why would I serve cat.when I can serve raccoon?" Ling looked up under his long hair and grinned. It swung from its hook behind him as he passed. "You mean to tell me this isn't cat?" Hank walked by a slab of meat pushing it with the barrel of his pistol. "Are you still serving cat dumplings, Ling?" Hank took inventory of his surroundings he was paid to notice things. Three roast ducks and a few other questionable hunks of meat hung from the cabinets.
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The kitchen was a mess - empty oil drums, stacks of round bamboo dumpling steamers, musty towels with grease stains, and a dirty fryer simmering on full blast. A dim blue light flickered in the heavy steam of his restaurant. Ling fell to the ground and pretended to sob penitently. Hank accented the word busy through his embed with a kick to Ling's back. Hank, we need you to come back the office.
Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams. In yearning for the hand that stroked it clear. This story is a noir, futuristic, Tokyo crime romp involving gender change.
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