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chapter 41
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The light from the setting sun shone into your room through heavy Venetian blinds, casting a shadow on your face and giving you a spooky pallor. This was a good thing, as you wanted the man you were about to see to be as uncomfortable as possible. He was Mr. Yoshida, a known Yakuza "shateigashira", or local gang leader. The man wasn't coming to you on his own, as you and he had many run-ins in the past, and the two of you firmly despised each other. Rather, he had gone to your detective agency on orders from above. Other Yakuza knew you were good at finding people, and they didn't let old rivalries get in the way of what they wanted.
"So why is it you are here, Mr. Yoshida? Surely not for a late afternoon social call." You ask. "I'm here because we are at a loss, and need the help of somebody outside the organization. What we discuss here must not leave this room. You must accept the job right now, on the spot. We will pay 1 million yen up front, and an additional 250,000 each day until you finish it. I can assure you that none of what you do will be morally or ethically uncomfortable for you. This is a simple case of lost and found. Do you accept?" You thought for a bit, saying nothing. "Mr. Yoshida, what assurance do I have that this isn't a trick of some kind?" Yoshida had brought a black suitcase with him, and chose now to lift it up and place it on the mahogany desk between the two of you. He opened it and showed you what was inside. "The money. All here, in non-sequential unmarked bills. And a note." Sitting on top of the money was an envelope, marked with the crest of Yoshida's syndicate. You took the letter and tore it open. Inside was a message addressed to you, signed by Yoshida's Oyabun, the head of his family. You recognized the signature from previous instances. It could have been forged, but combined with the money, you thought it was rather unlikely. "Alright. I'm in. Not a word of this gets out to anybody. So tell me what I'm being paid for." Yoshida nodded.
"In the past month, 12 people, either Shatei or known associates with our gang, have gone missing. No traces of them, or their bodies, have shown up. It's as if they just disappeared. We have been working hard, both within our organization and without, to find the perpetrator, but nothing has turned up. No known enemy of the Yakuza is doing this. Which is why we have turned to you. These people have families, wives and children. They may be gang members, but most have only committed victimless crimes, related to gambling, and the few who have done otherwise have only targeted those who deserve to be targeted, rich businessmen and the like. We appeal to your ethical sensibilities to find these men and return them unharmed."
You nod your approval. Working for the Yakuza isn't something you'd like to be doing, but low-level members typically weren't more than ruffians, and didn't deserve to be kidnapped and murdered. It was the high-level men, like Yoshida, who had done the truly despicable acts. You told the man you'd find his people, and then shooed him out of there. Already, you had an idea for who might know of the perpetrator's identity. She was a local superhero, quite literally. You had discovered her identity accidentally, on an investigation long ago, but was sworn to secrecy on it in exchange for the odd bit of help here and there. Likewise, you knew she did good work, and didn't hesitate to help her when she needed it. Her name was...
"So why is it you are here, Mr. Yoshida? Surely not for a late afternoon social call." You ask. "I'm here because we are at a loss, and need the help of somebody outside the organization. What we discuss here must not leave this room. You must accept the job right now, on the spot. We will pay 1 million yen up front, and an additional 250,000 each day until you finish it. I can assure you that none of what you do will be morally or ethically uncomfortable for you. This is a simple case of lost and found. Do you accept?" You thought for a bit, saying nothing. "Mr. Yoshida, what assurance do I have that this isn't a trick of some kind?" Yoshida had brought a black suitcase with him, and chose now to lift it up and place it on the mahogany desk between the two of you. He opened it and showed you what was inside. "The money. All here, in non-sequential unmarked bills. And a note." Sitting on top of the money was an envelope, marked with the crest of Yoshida's syndicate. You took the letter and tore it open. Inside was a message addressed to you, signed by Yoshida's Oyabun, the head of his family. You recognized the signature from previous instances. It could have been forged, but combined with the money, you thought it was rather unlikely. "Alright. I'm in. Not a word of this gets out to anybody. So tell me what I'm being paid for." Yoshida nodded.
"In the past month, 12 people, either Shatei or known associates with our gang, have gone missing. No traces of them, or their bodies, have shown up. It's as if they just disappeared. We have been working hard, both within our organization and without, to find the perpetrator, but nothing has turned up. No known enemy of the Yakuza is doing this. Which is why we have turned to you. These people have families, wives and children. They may be gang members, but most have only committed victimless crimes, related to gambling, and the few who have done otherwise have only targeted those who deserve to be targeted, rich businessmen and the like. We appeal to your ethical sensibilities to find these men and return them unharmed."
You nod your approval. Working for the Yakuza isn't something you'd like to be doing, but low-level members typically weren't more than ruffians, and didn't deserve to be kidnapped and murdered. It was the high-level men, like Yoshida, who had done the truly despicable acts. You told the man you'd find his people, and then shooed him out of there. Already, you had an idea for who might know of the perpetrator's identity. She was a local superhero, quite literally. You had discovered her identity accidentally, on an investigation long ago, but was sworn to secrecy on it in exchange for the odd bit of help here and there. Likewise, you knew she did good work, and didn't hesitate to help her when she needed it. Her name was...
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