Wish You Were Here (Bonten Rindou Haitani X Fem. OC)

Chapter One:

The air tonight feels dense as the scent of cigarette smoke and lust linger in the air as I stroll through the streets of Kabukichō, Shinjuku's red-light district. As I make my way through the district, my path is illuminated by the many shining lights of the business fronts of the surrounding strip clubs, love hotels, and bars, evidence of the still booming night life, as I continue forward toward my destination.

Walking through the hustle and bustle of the busy street, my shoulder bumps into many of those merely passing by, earning many dissatisfied looks, but I keep my eyes forward, trying not to draw attention to myself or to cause myself to lose focus on my target.

My eyes focus in on my target, twenty-seven year old Ishida Taro, wanted on many counts of gun trafficking, prostitution, and human trafficking. But those reasons are neither here nor there, as my profession leaves me no room to judge. I only pay attention to the 722,102,500 JPY bounty on his head.

"Do you have eyes on the target?" My communicator clicks on.

"Yes, I don't think he has noticed me."

"Of course he hasn't. Why would he when you're the one who's tailing him?"

"Exactly Ryoko, I'm the best for a reason."

"Way to stay humble sis." Ryoko's masculine voice mumbles through the communicator.

"What can I say bro? You bring out my inner ego. Anyway, are Ayuri and Natsu with you?"

"No, I have Ayuri running GPS on Ishida in case of emergency, and Natsu was passed out on the couch when I left. The man was even drooling."

"I can't say I'm surprised at this point."

"You and me both."

I keep a decent amount of distance behind my target and notice that he takes a turn down the alley, away from the crowds gathered in the street.

"The target took a turn into an alley, I'm going to follow." I speak into the communicator.

"Copy, I have visual on you."

"You're here?"

"Yea, I am at a roof top bar to the right of you, about 50 feet away."

I look up at the roof top bar and make eye contact with Ryoko, who's smiling and waving at me like the lunatic he is while nursing a cocktail.

"Of course you're drinking on the job." I shake my head disappointingly as I turn down the side street into the alley.

"Don't shake your head at me!', He whines into the communicator, 'I'm allowed to have fun while I'm on the job!"

"Sure you are..." I reply as I lower the volume on my communicator.

As I approach ahead, I hear a set of two voices, both men. One I can discern as Ishida, the other one is unknown. I settle myself against the side of a dumpster, out of sight of Ishida and the unknown man, and pull out my pack of Misty Silvers and lighter as I listen into their conversation.

"Do you have the intel I asked for?" Ishida boldly speaks.

"Y-yes...I have the intel y-you requested..." The unknown man replies with hesitance in his voice.

As I light the cigarette in between my lips, I hear a series of ruffling which catches my attention. I peak past the dumpster and see the unknown man, most likely his informant, handing over a pile of manila folders to Ishida who then rifles through the folders, briefly glancing over their contents before shutting the folders.

"Is this all you brought?" Ishida's voice booms through the alley.

"Y-yes, yes this is all that w-was collected..." The informant hesitantly replies.

SMACK

The sound of Ishida smacking the informant reverberates throughout the alleyway.

"THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOUR FOLDERS! WHY EXACTLY ARE THERE ONLY THREE?" Ishida shouts, resulting in the informant getting on his hands and knees with his forehead to the ground, bowing down in apology for his apparent mistake.

"I-I'm sorry s-sir! T-this is all I-I was given! P-please forgive my i-ignorance!" The informant stutters in reply.

"IDIOT! YOU HAD ONE JOB TO COMPLETE AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT! EXPLAIN!" Ishida paces in the alleyway, fuming with a display of anger.

"W-we couldn't get information on all of the m-members...T-the member w-we couldn't get information on was their l-leader. E-even the information that w-we managed to get w-was vague as t-they're incredibly secretive." The informant stutters, still bowing to the ground.

THUD

Ishida sends a kick into the abdomen of the informant. "THAT'S THE INFORMATION THAT I NEEDED THE MOST YOU INSOLENT FOOL!', Ishida exclaims as he continues to pace, 'I will give you one more opportunity to get me the information that I requested before I end your poor and pathetic life."

"T-thank you so m-much sir! I w-will do my best to not disappoint you sir!" The informant bows down several times in gratitude before he rises to his feet and bows once more. "I-I won't disappoint you again!" He scurries off, leaving Ishida alone in the alleyway.

As I observe the informant running away from Ishida, I further tuck myself into the shadows, ensuring that I won't be discovered before I desire to.

"Kaede, are you still there?" Ryoko's voice comes through the communicator.

"Yes. Ishida was meeting with an informant. The informant passed over a stack of three folders, most likely intel over member profiles of the organization."

"Wait...they only managed to obtain three?" Ryoko hesitantly asked.

"Apparently. The informant explained to Ishida that he couldn't get information over the leader, just the executives." I explain as a smirk appears on my face, mentally patting myself on the back.

I peak over the dumpster again and see Ishida making his way out of the alleyway.

"I'm making my move. Get to the rendezvous point. I'll meet you soon."

"Good luck. Not that you really need it though." I click off my communicator.

I put out my cigarette on the brick wall, letting it fall to the ground. I tuck my lighter into the pocket of my pants, while I use the other hand to pull my face mask back up, obscuring my identity. I grip the semi-automatic pistol tucked into the back of my pants and the silencer as I step out from behind the dumpster turning and facing Ishida's backside.

"If you wanted information on the leader, why didn't you just come straight to the source?" I say as I cock my pistol at the back of Ishida's head, bringing the man to a standstill.

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