(Season 2, Episode 1)
-A Few Weeks Later-
Osamu and I embarked on a mission after several bodies of Port Mafia soldiers were discovered on the Yokohama shores, riddled with bullet holes. Hirotsu, along with a team, had been sent earlier to conduct an investigation, but to no avail.
"Good morning, everyone!" Osamu enthusiastically greeted them without actually looking at anyone. He was playing a racing game on his DS as he sat on top of the concrete platform. "Hold on a sec, I'm almost through this difficult level." All of the men below stood up in respect to the executive. "Oh crap, he got ahead of me! What about this- Hey! He dodged it?!"
"Thank you for taking the time to come out here, sir. It appears our armory guards were killed," Hirotsu bowed.
"It's been a while since we had someone recklessly attack a Port Mafia depot." I stated, nudging the brunette's side.
"Each one of these men were hit with ten to twenty rounds of gunfire," Hirotsu began to explain. "A number of firearms were then stolen from the armory."
"I'll go take a look." Getting up, Osamu threw his DS as Hirotsu. "Take over for me."
The elderly gentleman caught it apprehensively, trying to keep pace with the game.
"The rounds went clean through the body, meaning they were killed at close range." My husband thought out loud, as I stood beside him. "The assailants were skilled pros, but I'm just getting my hopes up." He held out his hand to the man to his left. "Let me see the surveillance photos."
Glancing over his shoulder, I caught sight of the photographs depicting the cloaked figures who had stolen the firearms.
"They look like hoodlums at first glance, but they must be trained soldiers," I reasoned. "They're covering each other's blind spots, so I doubt that they're amateurs."
"Hey, (Y/n)." Osamu extended the photo showing the assailant's gun towards me. "Do you recognize this gun?"
During my time in the mafia, I was placed on guard duty in the armory quite a few times. It was quite boring though. Boring enough to the point where I memorized the types of guns that we owned. I later expanded that knowledge to the guns that our enemies used too.
"It's definitely an old model." I intently stared at the photo. "I think it's a Grougeist, which is a traditional European pistol."
"I actually saw this very same type of gun last night..." Osamu stood up and I followed. "...Which seems to indicate that they attacked us shortly before the raid on the armory was carried out. Then, was it all just a distraction? Haha, how very interesting. They're a far more ingenious bunch than I gave them credit for." He shifted his gaze to the older gentleman, as he stopped playing the game. "Mr. Hirotsu, these men hit one of our most secure storage units. They gained entrance with the official passcode that is only known to certain members of a specific clearance level."
"Are you saying we have a traitor in our midst?" Hirotsu asked.
"One of my subordinates did torture one of them the other day, but the man killed himself before revealing too much. He swallowed a cyanide pill he tucked behind a molar, but it wasn't a complete loss. We learned the name of their organization: Mimic."
Huh. Never heard of them.
-Later That Day-
Osamu and I remained at the port, sitting side by side on a post as I rested my head on his shoulder.
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