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[Y/n] leaned back in her chair, her boots propped up on the table as she twirled a pen between her fingers. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the mix of bored and tense expressions. "So, what's the plan this time?" she drawled. "A bank heist? Taking over another gang? Or are we just beating up Sanzu for fun? I vote for the last one, it's been a while since we've had a good laugh."

"Ha ha, very funny, [n/n]," Sanzu said flatly, glaring at her from across the table. "You're such a comedian. Ever thought about quitting being a criminal and doing stand-up comedy?"

"Nah," [Y/n] replied, grinning. "I'd miss your face too much. It's my daily dose of entertainment."

Ran smirked, leaning forward on the table with his chin resting on his hand. "It's definitely about another gang. Look at Kakucho, he's got that serious 'you're all gonna die' face on.

Kakucho, who had been quietly sipping his soda, raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a 'you're all gonna die' face."

"Yeah, you do," Rindou chimed in, his tone teasing. "It's the same face you make when someone suggests pineapple on pizza."

Kakucho sighed. "Can we focus, please?"

Mikey tapped the table lightly. The room fell silent almost instantly, everyone turning to face him. His expression was calm but intense.

"There's a shipment of weapons arriving in Yokohama tonight," Mikey began. "It's being handled by the Yakuza, a faction we've been watching for months. They're arming smaller gangs in our territory, and it's starting to disrupt business. We're putting a stop to it."

"So, what's the plan?" Rindou asked, his tone calm but curious. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, looking every bit the picture of cool composure.

Kakucho answered. "We intercept the shipment, eliminate the handlers, and send a message to their boss. It's a straightforward operation, but we're expecting resistance. The Yakuza doesn't let things go without a fight."

[Y/n]'s eyes lit up with excitement, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Finafuckinglly, some action. I was getting bored. All this sitting around was starting to make me soft."

"Figured you'd be excited about a bloodbath," Sanzu muttered, rolling his eyes. "You're like a kid in a candy store when there's killing involved."

"Of course," [y/n] shot back, leaning forward with a smirk. "Someone's gotta do all the work while you stand around twirling your hair and looking pretty."

"Twirling my hair?" Sanzu repeated. "Excuse you. I don't twirl my hair."

"Sureee you don't" [Y/n] said, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied grin. Her comment earned a snicker from Rindou, who quickly tried to hide it behind a cough.

Mikey ignored the bickering, his focus unwavering as he laid out the plan. "Kakucho and I will lead the main strike team. [Y/n], Sanzu, Ran, and Rindou will secure the shipment. Takeomi, Mochi, and Kokonoi will handle the vehicles, make sure nothing leaves the port."

"Got it," [Y/n] said, sitting up straighter and dropping her playful tone for a moment. "Just one question. Are we taking prisoners?"

Mikey's gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable. "Only if they're useful. Otherwise, no."

"Alrighttt," [Y/n] said, standing up and cracking her knuckles. "Let's get this show on the road. I've been itching for a good fight."

After the meeting, everyone scattered, each heading off to gear up for the mission. [Y/n] made a beeline for the armory, grabbing her usual arsenal, a sleek dagger she affectionately called "Stabby McStabface" and her favorite handgun, which she'd nicknamed "Big Iron" after some old Western song she'd heard once. She strapped on her holster, checked her ammo, and tossed a few extra magazines into her jacket pockets.