as written by Saarai and Calcos
Mark stood behind the counter of his deli, newspaper in hand with his eyes on the sports section. He was an older man, kind of chubby and with a thick mustache. The deli had a few people inside eating, including a few members of the Hammer & Star Bratva. They had decided to remain in Van Leugen after taking out the Yakuza.
They took every opportunity to expand in the city, taking out or absorbing their competition.
Yves had a different plan for the newcomers to his city. One that benefited himself and his protégé, Suki. Yves stepped into the deli, Suki and two Skull Society heavies in tow.
"Yves! How are you?" Mark asked, putting his paper down to speak to the gangster as he approached the counter. "Samedi is unhappy with you." Yves told the man, turning his head slightly to barely glance at the seated Bratva members.
"And your new friends. But, we can reach an understanding. You keep paying us, but double what you used to, and you make it clear that you do business with only us." He continued, "Or we do things the normal way." He added, putting his palm down on the counter.
"Yves, I'm sorry-..." Yves nearly dived over the counter as he lunged for Mark and took him by the throat. The Russian gangsters stood quickly, ready to fight. That was until Suki pulled her revolver and aimed it at the men.
"We don't need you. You need us to keep this city from swallowing you whole. You are a small fish, we are sharks." Yves told Mark, "Do you understand?" He asked, Mark nodding once in response. Yves let the man go, turning towards the Bratva gangsters.
"Leave. If we see you or your friends again, I will kill you." He threatened, the gangsters reluctantly making their way to the door, Suki and the others following behind them.
Yves was making a statement, Van Leugen belonged to the Skull Society.
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The Society enforcers watched as the Russians exited the premises, hands tight on the grips of their M16s, ready to open fire at the first sign of trouble. Thankfully enough, the bastards had enough sense in them to make a quiet exit and disappear into the night. As they vacated the deli, the enforcers joked amongst themselves how badly Mark must've pissed his pants with Yves' hand around his throat. One of the men looked to the lieutenant. "What next, boss?" he asked.
Outside, in a well-hidden vehicle that looked like some sort of prototype race car, the Blue Mantis scouted out the scene. He had been making patrols, and decided to make a stop by the deli to check up on the Russians; he couldn't have expected the Skull Society to make an appearance tonight. He recognized Yves, as well as the two mooks he had in tow with him. However, he didn't recognize the girl standing with them, revolver in hand.
Unable to hear the words that had been exchanged, he didn't know the nature of the confrontation that had just gone down. However, he was quite certain he could piece it together himself, seeing the Russians flee their own territory. He'd be stupid to get out and ask questions right now, but he felt he'd need to keep a closer eye on Yves and the Society. If Samedi was up to something, he'd have to put an end to it before things got out of control.
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"Business as usual. But, we keep our guard up. New faces wish to take what is our right. New faces that Rebecca here knows well." Yves said, nodding towards Suki before looking back at Mark. He stared daggers at the man, but it wasn't a threatening stare. Yves almost seemed disappointed.
"We're closed." Yves told the man, Mark nearly tripping over his own feet to head to the exit and lock the door. Suki couldn't help but chuckle at the man. Everyone feared Yves if they weren't part of the Society far as she could tell.
"They have allies. We need our own, eh?" Suki asked. Yves nodded, looking between the young woman and the other men.
"Who do we know?" Yves asked.
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"Well," one of the enforcers began, "There's the 3B, that upstart Yakuza chapter Samedi ain't happy with, several other small families across 'Leugen trying to win Samedi's favor..." He trailed off, thinking to himself a moment or two. "Some crooked cops and judges, lawyers, Old Lady Trenton -she's doing great by the way, after kicking the smack." He chuckled at his own dumb joke.
"That's about all I know."
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"Reach out to them, let them all know war is coming. They can endear themselves to Samedi and the Society by striking our enemies where it hurts." Yves said, "Rebecca, reach out to your old Yakuza and their allies. We can help them if they help us." He told Suki.
"We can help Mr. Machida get his revenge." Yves promised, knowing that Samedi could indeed make it happen. He and his Skull Society were influential in Van Leugen. They could lure the hitman, Bachmann, into a trap.
All it takes is the promise of money and killing.
"See who else has a beef with the Russians in other cities. I know they have reach. Let's weaken them, hurt them." He ordered, "As soon as possible."
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The enforcers nodded, filing out as they were dismissed, setting out to make important phone calls to equally-important contacts. It was the first step to starting the conflagration of warfare, and they would go to any lengths necessary to grind their enemies into the dirt and erase their names from any references of importance.
As Yves had said, all it took was a little convincing on their part.
Across the street, the Mantis had activated a microphone implanted into his car, listening as the enforcers cleared out, chatting amongst themselves as they strolled down the sidewalks into the perpetual midnight of Van Leugen. "...war. It's been a long time since we've had a good war," one of them said. His associate nodded, keeping his eyes forward. That statement caused the Mantis' eyes to widen. 'War? What's Samedi planning now?,' he thought.
He couldn't dwell here, and attempting to assault the Society brutes in the open night air was ill-advised while they had numbers to their advantage; that was a task best suited to dark, enclosed spaces with lots of cover. He would wait another night, and would be sure to prod around the underworld for any inkling of information he could utilize to his benefit. The restlessness of having to wait, however, was enough to get under his skin.
With a weighted sigh, he drove off into the night, leaving the deli -and a massive lead into a new case- behind him.
Mark stood behind the counter of his deli, newspaper in hand with his eyes on the sports section. He was an older man, kind of chubby and with a thick mustache. The deli had a few people inside eating, including a few members of the Hammer & Star Bratva. They had decided to remain in Van Leugen after taking out the Yakuza.
They took every opportunity to expand in the city, taking out or absorbing their competition.
Yves had a different plan for the newcomers to his city. One that benefited himself and his protégé, Suki. Yves stepped into the deli, Suki and two Skull Society heavies in tow.
"Yves! How are you?" Mark asked, putting his paper down to speak to the gangster as he approached the counter. "Samedi is unhappy with you." Yves told the man, turning his head slightly to barely glance at the seated Bratva members.
"And your new friends. But, we can reach an understanding. You keep paying us, but double what you used to, and you make it clear that you do business with only us." He continued, "Or we do things the normal way." He added, putting his palm down on the counter.
"Yves, I'm sorry-..." Yves nearly dived over the counter as he lunged for Mark and took him by the throat. The Russian gangsters stood quickly, ready to fight. That was until Suki pulled her revolver and aimed it at the men.
"We don't need you. You need us to keep this city from swallowing you whole. You are a small fish, we are sharks." Yves told Mark, "Do you understand?" He asked, Mark nodding once in response. Yves let the man go, turning towards the Bratva gangsters.
"Leave. If we see you or your friends again, I will kill you." He threatened, the gangsters reluctantly making their way to the door, Suki and the others following behind them.
Yves was making a statement, Van Leugen belonged to the Skull Society.
____
The Society enforcers watched as the Russians exited the premises, hands tight on the grips of their M16s, ready to open fire at the first sign of trouble. Thankfully enough, the bastards had enough sense in them to make a quiet exit and disappear into the night. As they vacated the deli, the enforcers joked amongst themselves how badly Mark must've pissed his pants with Yves' hand around his throat. One of the men looked to the lieutenant. "What next, boss?" he asked.
Outside, in a well-hidden vehicle that looked like some sort of prototype race car, the Blue Mantis scouted out the scene. He had been making patrols, and decided to make a stop by the deli to check up on the Russians; he couldn't have expected the Skull Society to make an appearance tonight. He recognized Yves, as well as the two mooks he had in tow with him. However, he didn't recognize the girl standing with them, revolver in hand.
Unable to hear the words that had been exchanged, he didn't know the nature of the confrontation that had just gone down. However, he was quite certain he could piece it together himself, seeing the Russians flee their own territory. He'd be stupid to get out and ask questions right now, but he felt he'd need to keep a closer eye on Yves and the Society. If Samedi was up to something, he'd have to put an end to it before things got out of control.
____
"Business as usual. But, we keep our guard up. New faces wish to take what is our right. New faces that Rebecca here knows well." Yves said, nodding towards Suki before looking back at Mark. He stared daggers at the man, but it wasn't a threatening stare. Yves almost seemed disappointed.
"We're closed." Yves told the man, Mark nearly tripping over his own feet to head to the exit and lock the door. Suki couldn't help but chuckle at the man. Everyone feared Yves if they weren't part of the Society far as she could tell.
"They have allies. We need our own, eh?" Suki asked. Yves nodded, looking between the young woman and the other men.
"Who do we know?" Yves asked.
____
"Well," one of the enforcers began, "There's the 3B, that upstart Yakuza chapter Samedi ain't happy with, several other small families across 'Leugen trying to win Samedi's favor..." He trailed off, thinking to himself a moment or two. "Some crooked cops and judges, lawyers, Old Lady Trenton -she's doing great by the way, after kicking the smack." He chuckled at his own dumb joke.
"That's about all I know."
____
"Reach out to them, let them all know war is coming. They can endear themselves to Samedi and the Society by striking our enemies where it hurts." Yves said, "Rebecca, reach out to your old Yakuza and their allies. We can help them if they help us." He told Suki.
"We can help Mr. Machida get his revenge." Yves promised, knowing that Samedi could indeed make it happen. He and his Skull Society were influential in Van Leugen. They could lure the hitman, Bachmann, into a trap.
All it takes is the promise of money and killing.
"See who else has a beef with the Russians in other cities. I know they have reach. Let's weaken them, hurt them." He ordered, "As soon as possible."
____
The enforcers nodded, filing out as they were dismissed, setting out to make important phone calls to equally-important contacts. It was the first step to starting the conflagration of warfare, and they would go to any lengths necessary to grind their enemies into the dirt and erase their names from any references of importance.
As Yves had said, all it took was a little convincing on their part.
Across the street, the Mantis had activated a microphone implanted into his car, listening as the enforcers cleared out, chatting amongst themselves as they strolled down the sidewalks into the perpetual midnight of Van Leugen. "...war. It's been a long time since we've had a good war," one of them said. His associate nodded, keeping his eyes forward. That statement caused the Mantis' eyes to widen. 'War? What's Samedi planning now?,' he thought.
He couldn't dwell here, and attempting to assault the Society brutes in the open night air was ill-advised while they had numbers to their advantage; that was a task best suited to dark, enclosed spaces with lots of cover. He would wait another night, and would be sure to prod around the underworld for any inkling of information he could utilize to his benefit. The restlessness of having to wait, however, was enough to get under his skin.
With a weighted sigh, he drove off into the night, leaving the deli -and a massive lead into a new case- behind him.
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