Mills stood quietly in the elevator as it rose up, the sudden call to a meeting was something he hadn't expected, but he had given some quick orders to keep the casino in check while he was gone.
He wore his fanciest suit for the occasion, A visit with clan higherups was no laughing matter. It was important he look his best.
The elevator stopped, and before he could step out he was stopped.
"Miller Donma?"
The two guards who stopped him were dressed in deep black combat armor, heavy plate carriers and riot helmets.
"ID please." One of them said, holding a Krin SMG at his hip.
Mills grumbled, reaching into his suit pocket, and pulling out his ID, showing it to the men.
One grabbed it aggressively and inspected it, then chuckled.
"Alright, come with us."
The man gave Mills back his ID, and the two began to lead Mills through the hallways.
The meeting room Mills got dropped into was quite fancy, stocked with food and a wonderful view of Arcer's largest city
"Wonderful you could make it Miller." One of the older yakuza members already sitting at the large table said.
Mills bowed respectfully to the men.
"Of course, sir, can't deny a direct request to a in person meeting."
He spoke, then took a seat.
"We wanted to talk about you, and the boy, Tony." One of the other men said, he looked like he had just gotten back from a vacation with that nasty sunburn which covered his face.
"What about me and Tony?" Mills asked, crossing his arms on the table and leaning forward.
"Well..." One of the other members of the group began, pulling out a small holographic projector and sliding it to Mills.
He clicked it on, the blue light being projected from the projector's centerpiece.
In front of him now, were two bounty posters. One for himself, and one for Tony. The reward averaging up to a little over 50,000 of Arcer's currency, which wasn't a reward to scoff at...but the bounties were posted by a company called 'Severence', their symbol being displayed as large fissure in an angular shield.
"What the hell...? Who's putting bounties on us? And why us???" Mills asked desperately, turning the projector off, and sliding it back to the head of the table.
"We don't know, Miller, but we called you here for that reason..."
A chuckle came from behind Mills.
"Honestly Mr. Donma? I'm surprised your that dumb." The voice was deep and gruff, years of smoking damaging the lungs.
The man stood to the right of Mills, in lighter weight black combat armor, the same symbol he saw representing Severence on his left shoulder.
The man stared down at Mills with a nasty smile, his gray beard covering most of his face. His eyes a deep sickly green.
Mills knew what this was...and he stared at the table head, the oldest yakuza member there.
"You sold me out!!! Why? I've been nothing but loyal to you!"
The man sighed. "We know, Miller, but our hands are tied."
Mills protected "Tied? How are your hands tied??? You're letting some military weirdos come in and screw up business? What's a PMC doing here anyway!?"
Mills felt the heavy barrel of a revolver on the side of his head.
"Stop your protesting, and maybe we won't go after your kid. He isn't a threat yet."
Miller looked the man right in the eye, a sick smile of satisfaction had appeared on his face.
"And who are you, sir?" Mills asked, would be nice to have a name.
"Just call me West." He chuckled.
Mills narrowed his eyes. "Well West, let's hope the world is nice to you."
In a split second, Miller reached into his suit jacket, and pulled out his Marin, a stubby little pistol he carried for self-defense.
He ducked downwards and fired at West's un-armored knee, hitting his mark right on.
West buckled at the shot, trying to land a shot on Miller.
But with time bought, it didn't matter, Millers body unraveled into a cloud of mist, which quickly floated out of the open door to the room.
Once Mills reformed in the hallway, he ran as fast as he could. He needed to get out of here and back to Tony.
But ahead of him stood the guards from earlier, their Krin SMG and Bulkhead shotgun drawn and ready to fire. He noticed the patches on their armor...Severance.
Miller went into his mist form again, just in time for the bullets to fly through him.
He floated behind the guard with the Bulkhead, and reformed. Hitting him in the back of the head with the butt of his Marin, then sweeping his legs and firing a shot at the hand of the guard with the Krin, catching him by surprise.
The Guard with the Bulkhead tried to fire a round at Miller, but he made a swiping motion with his arm, and a small shield of floating lava appeared. Melting the shots.
"You know, for a PMC, you need better security." Miller said to the guards, before shooting them both in their unarmored necks.
Miller then ran back down the hallway to the elevator.
As he ran, he took note of how many shots he had left. He couldn't remember if he had fully cleared his pistol last time, so he had started with either 8 or 9 shots...and was down to 4 or 5.
But once he made it into the elevator and hit the lobby button several times...he decided to reload one of his mags anyway, safer.
Now he knew he had 9 shots.
Exiting into the lobby, Miller ran past some of the confused yakuza members, and out onto the street.
Miller looked both ways, then headed left.
He cursed himself for deciding to park where he did, he usually tried his best to park away from where meetings took place...less suspicious that way. Involved in politics or not, being a yakuza was still illegal.
But as he ran, his senses increased. Using his magic to try and see if any more Severence people were after him...they weren't yet.
But he estimated he had about 3 minutes before forces would be swarming, he had to get the hell out of dodge. Fast.
The run through the city's streets was long, he had parked a little over a mile away in residential parking lot. A mistake, clearly.
But he would make it in time...he hoped.
Miller looked around as he ran, confused people staring at him.
"Fair enough" He thought to himself.
The parking lot was in sight now, and Miller stowed his pistol in his suit jacket again.
Mills's car was an older era convertible, he remembered the day he bought it with fondness.
But he quickly jumped over the door and into the open top, then fiddled his keys out of his pants pocket, and began to drive away. Putting his top up for safety.
As he drove along Arcer's highway-93, he thought about the casino, and Tony...this was gonna be a wild ride.
YOU ARE READING
Ryoiki: Demon of Greed (8)
FantasyA young boy struggles to pay off his debt to the Arcerian Yakuza, but when forces start closing in on him and his caregiver, with his caregiver offering him freedom should he help.
