Context: A SELF-INSERT psychological buildup of suspense, before delving into a chilling-enemies-to-lovers Romance-allured to that of Micheal Keehl.
Taking place as a spinoff in the limbo between season 1 and 2 of the Japanese series, Death Note. In...
"So, you made it" Boris leaned against the wall with his arms folded stepped forward nodding his hand.
"Do you know the plan?" Nobu, stepping out of the shadows suited up, he wore an unbuttoned flared blazer, with a red flowered Hawaiian t-shirt bagged underneath; he truly, did look like a typical Yakuza hoodlum.
Stepping aside into the dim gallery as you glanced toward both of them. "No, brief me"
Boris nodded silently and began; "The asset will be deployed, to loiter around Mello's gang if it works accordingly to the data Rio breached they should will arrive in 10 minutes. He paused and glanced at his Rolex watch.
And while the asset WILL try to collect any leads from the field" Once finished Boris shot Nobu a knowingly glance as if it was something they discussed previously.
Nobu's eyes narrowed down in response; "And then you two will watch from afar with your sherlock homes binoculars?"
He buried his hands into his pockets and his lips pressed into a slight frown.
"Yes, precisely," Boris confirmed.
______________________
30 Minutes Later:
Hidden within the discreetness of a fisherman's shack about 40 meters away from the port dock's, you and Boris stalk the scattering of henchmen moving about the harbor like pieces on a chessboard.
"The Americans' attire... so relaxed. Surprising to see so few in suits."
You took a moment to collect your thoughts, then lift your gaze to meet Boris's tensed eyes. "Nobu can be smart. He'll do the right thing," you reassure, choosing your words carefully to assuage Boris's worries without exacerbating them. Though, deep down, you couldn't ignore the truth of Nobu's traditional or per-say conservative Japanese values he upheld proudly. Something in this setting was going to be a challenge for someone like him.