Living in a society where your only chance at survival is through connections and grit, District 9 is home to two groups that no longer want to abide by the unethical ways of the their upbringing. After the mutual decision to try and change everythi...
"I have reason to believe Daizen might be onto us." Hiroko tells the twins once they arrive in the private room for their briefing. This negotiation has lasted about 8 months now, the girls who are barely on speaking terms leave their issues outside the club. Both of them are completely in work mode.
"What do you mean, 'might'?" Yura questions, finally allowed back into the negotiation room she stands in another black dress, this time it's a one-strapped ribbed mini dress that reaches her mid-thigh. Wearing her usual heels, she stands with her arms crossed at the man in front of her.
"My men have their ways of getting information from the other side, and Daizen has begun to raise suspicion about the familiarity of the people I keep around whenever he comes to Insignia." Hiroko sits at the table in the center of the room. Hair free of gel, he runs a hand through it messily as he glances at Rina.
"Tonight has to be the last meeting, by any means necessary."
Rina nods her head in approval and looks at Yura.
For the first time in weeks, Yura shares a smile with her sister as they take in the request.
"All you had to say, boss." The younger girl smirks in response, taking her usual seat on the couch towards the back of the room.
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The door opens not long after, revealing a man a bit younger than Hiroko, sporting a large scar on the right side of his cheek. His face is expressionless as he takes in the people he meets every month. Hiroko is seated at the table in the middle of the room, seated next to him is Rina, one of the straps to her black body con dress slips off her shoulder as she whispers something in Hiroko's ear. He replaces her strap and then caresses her cheek as he moves a piece of her hair out of her face, causing her to giggle and lean in closer to his side, doing a great job of pretending to be one of his lovers. Yura walks up behind their seats with her hands sliding from Hiroko's shoulders down to his chest, resting her head on his shoulder as she makes eye contact with their new guest.
"Hiroko. Ladies." Daizen greets them in English, voice rough. He sits down, and although he's never shown any issue with Hiroko insisting that the two girls stayed in the room before, his features were clear of how suspicious he was tonight.
"Ah, Daizen. I believe it's safe to say we both want this to be our last meeting hm?" Hiroko stands up to shake hands with his guest, the girls letting their hands drop from his body as they watch the two lazily.
"Glad we could come to agree on at least one thing, old friend." Before their hands could touch in greeting, Daizen reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a pistol aiming it at Hiroko's chest.
The girls move just as quickly, Rina's own gun was strapped to the bottom of the table, so she could easily slip it into her hands from underneath in a quick motion, ready and aimed right at his head. Yura's black dagger was attached to her thigh, she moved seamlessly from behind Hiroko to right beside Daizen with her blade pointed at his neck. The man was shocked as he took in the two girls' weapons before glancing at Hiroko, anger blazing in his eyes.
