gift from hell •文豪ストレイドッグス•

Chapter 2

"Okay so today's lesson will be on the best places to hit an enemy during a fight, this will be useful on the future when you can take on actually missions so listen carefully." I began, the crowd of young kids in their 10s before me listening attentively.
The Port Mafia seemed to have taken in a lot of kids these days...
And here I am, stuck teaching martial arts tricks to brats that probably don't understand anything, when I could be off killing more useless mafia members and testing out my nee torture methods.
Besides, I don't even specialize in martial arts, Chuuya does, why don't they get him to do it?
I most definitely prefer guns.

"This is annoying." I sighed, but figuring I should just get this over with, not to be optimistic or anything, since I'm pretty much the exact opposite.

"Alright, let's begin then."
"First, the head is strategically the best place to hit, but if you're inexperienced and you miss your target, the sharp bones in the skull can break or at least dislocate your fingers. But I mean, go ahead anyways and learn from experience." I explained.
"Also, don't really try to kick anywhere above the waist if you're not an expert and you kids are nowhere near that right now, since it will be easier for your opponent to throw you off balance."

I continued to spend the rest of my morning explaining different techniques to them, such as how hitting the nose and eyes can mess up their senses and distract your opponent, the neck can mess up breathing and talking, inner elbow can disable or break their arms, and all that fun stuff.

"Now, everyone says it's better to run when you can, to avoid further injury, but that's not the case here." I concluded.
"We need to show everyone that the Port Mafia should be feared, defeat and kill your opponent, if you want to survive. You guys got that?"

"Yes Sensei!" They chorused.
---
"Ugh..." I groaned, making my way to my office.
"I'd better get extra pay for this."

"Why are you here?!" I yelled, when I entered the small room, throwing the nearest thing to me, a stapler, at the mop of brown hair casually lounging in MY chair.

"Ow, that's mean Sydney-chan, couldn't you have thrown it so it'll hit the vital point and kill me?" He complained, rubbing his head.

"I told you not to call me by my name so casually, did I not?" I hissed.
"We may both be executives but I'm still of a higher status than you."

I grabbed the back of his coat and threw him out, asking "What are you here for?"

"Mori-san wanted us to meet Hirotsu-san for something, apparently three of our armory guards were killed." He informed me, standing up.
---
"Good morning everyone!" Dazai greeted from the top of a stone wall thing by the crime scene, playing a like racing game or something.

I shot a dirty look in his direction before jumping down and greeting them as well. "Hirotsu-san, I heard that our armory guards were attacked?"

"It's been a while since we last had someone reckless enough to target the Port Mafia armory." Dazai mentioned, still playing his game.

"Each died on the spot after being hit with between ten and twenty 9mm rounds." Hirotsu-san explained to us.
"Firearms were taken from the armory."

I crouched down to examine the corpses.
"This many rounds that went clean through the bodies..." I muttered.
"That means a sub-machine gun was used at close range."
"The assailants are pretty skilled. I'm getting my hopes up." I grinned.

"Dazai, get your ass down here." I called, turning to the executive still perched on the stone.

"Okay, then, take care of this will you, Hirotsu-san?" He hopped off, throwing his game console to Hirotsu-san, and crouching down beside me.

"Do we have security footage?" He asked, a man immediately handing over a stack of photos, while Hirotsu-san panicked over the game in the background.

"They look like vagrants at first glance." He said, noting the dirty gray hoods they wore, flipping through the pictures.
"But they must be well trained soldiers."
"They are careful about covering each others' blind spots." He continued to observe.
"Still, why take on this appearance?"

"Hm?" He looked as if he found something, and I peeked over his shoulder at the photo of an ancient looking gun.

"Hirotsu-san." I called the man as the 'game over' music sounded from the game.
"Do you recognize this gun?" I asked, snatching the photo from Dazai and holding it up.

"I think it's a Graugeist." He answered, taking a look.
"An old European pistol, even older than me."

I spoke, "I saw this gun last night, which means they attacked me right before the armory."
"It must've been a distraction."

Smirking, I chuckled, "This is interesting, I think I'm looking forward to this."

"Hirotsu-san, they hit one of the Port Mafia's best storage units." Dazai added.
"They used the official passcode, only known to sub-executive members and higher, to get in."

"Could it be that we have a traitor?" Hirotsu-san questioned.
"Do we know who's behind these attacks?"

"Our subordinates tortured a hostage from yesterday to make him talk." Dazai began, standing up.
"But it turned out he had a suicide pill hidden in his back tooth."

"Tch, don't they know to check for things like that?" I muttered, kinda pissed that we couldn't find out more information.

Dazai continued, "But we did manage to find one thing."
"The organization's name is..."

"Mimic." I finished.
---------------
Thanks for reading! This is kinda short but next ones will be a bit better. Next chapter at 10 reads?