Thread: The debt has been paid in full (Charliesweb7 & Raziel99)

It was a long flight in. After all, it was crossing half the world, from Japan to New York. It was comfortable, though, a personal plane and a 22 hour flight that let him rest up and distract himself with a lot of little things. Such as the upcoming meeting. His employers were looking to branch out into other countries, and this seemed like it would be a perfect place to arch out into. Messages were already relayed back and forth, and it was more of a matter of getting the locals working with them than anything. Of course, that set up a perfect plan for hitting them on the inside. Of course, the feds knew about this. They were orchestrating it. And a man on the inside was sent to take care of both. Yakuza would stay home, and a local gang would be shut down. It all would work out in the end, right? And that was why they chose him he had the credentials, the links to the groups that needed to be worked into action. And of course, though his ties he was chosen to lead the way for the Yakuza. The plane landed around mid-afternoon, the sun beaming down, and Kazumo found himself stepping out into sunlight and a city that he knew but pretended that he didnt. People were already waiting outside His small personal entourage, and two men standing outside of a limo, looking smug about him arriving. Those must be the goons sent to pick him up. He stepped down, straightening his completely-white suit and red tie, sliding a pair of sunglasses on to reduce the glare. The goons seemed off-put as he walked past them without a word, opening the limo door and sliding in, as though he didnt want to touch their filth. The two of his group slid into the limo as well, a man and a woman, both in more natural clothing for the area. After all, they wanted to blend in, while Kazumo wanted to stand out just a little more. The limo took off, and they werent bothered during the trip. Kazumo made sure of that, one hand playing with the top of his katana hilt, and the other resting easily on the top of his hidden gun. It may not be flashy, but it was efficient, and that was necessary in his work. Dark blue eyes watched as the limo stopped outside of a large brownstone building. He waited until the doors opened and his two of the group stepped out before stepping out himself, his blade in hand, sheathed. He considered briefly if going through the place silently killing everyone would be a good decision, but decided against it. It would only stop this gang, and the Yakuza would simply find another to side with until they grew here. Not a favorable outcome. The goons led the group of three through the operation, the other two watching drugs being made, but Kazumos eyes were on the path leading to the boss. Two others stood inside that office, joined with the other goons. Kazumo stopped at the door, making a motion with his hand. The two with him stopped just outside. Kaz went alone into the room, taking a seat, crossing his right leg over. We have sensitive business to speak of. Which means our ears only, no? Send them away. He brushed black hair from his brow, head tilting away. Unless you have second thoughts about this deal, of course. The boss looked around, dismissing the men, door closing for negotiations. That door wouldnt open for another hour, both men leaving with a pleased look on their faces. The boss led Kazumo upstairs, Kaz following to not seem rude. They stopped outside of a door about halfway down a hallway. We brought in something special specifically for you. Hope you enjoy her. The door was opened, and Kazumo was let in before it closed again. Kazumo looked over the woman, a small frown crossing his face. You look fresh, defiant. Did they bring me here expecting to train you? He crossed his arms, thinking for a moment. Stand up. Let me get a better look at you. You dont seem to be some slut they brought in on wage. Whats the story.