Haikyuu Mafia au: Its all for the kill

Part 16

Day: 7
Time: 10.57 PM
Location: xxx

“You did what?”

“I deleted the blueprint.”

“Why? That’s not good! They can’t know, we are there. That’s the whole point of being in the system! So, we can get information on them, without them knowing! If they get suspicious, they might become more careful! Do you really want everything, we have done to go to waste?! Tell me again, what’s your motive for being here newbie?”

“I want criminals to serve justice...”

“Then why didn’t you go to the police?”

“They can’t be trusted. They have too many boundaries because of the law. When they have fulfilled those boundaries, the criminals are long gone....”

“Then do what I tell you to, then I will promise, they will all serve justice. Do you promise to do, what I tell you to?”

“Yes.”

“I am glad, we have an understanding.”

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Standing, looking over the town seeing all light in the night was one of the most calming things, he knew. Especially after an argument with his ‘boss’, he liked to go to the top of the building and look over the town. He liked to feel the wind around him, while just looking over at the peaceful town. Did the people down there even know? Did they know the hard work, he did? He wanted them to know, but their whole operation was built on secrecy. He hoped that at least, they could know the outcome. Else it would all be wasted. He hoped that one day, that he could say, he helped put the mafia away, and possibly even more criminals.

He once wanted to join the police, but later he learned, he couldn’t rely on them. They worked for good, just not fast enough to catch the big fish. So, he wanted to help them, without the boundaries of the law. If he could help someone out there this way, he would do it. He would risk his freedom for someone else’s happiness.

He slid down the railing, so he sat with his back up against it while looking up at the stars. Someone he knew was sitting up there looking down at him. If you believed in that kind of stuff. It had been a person close to him, sadly they passed away. They had been in need of an operation where blood thinning medicine was necessary to prevent a stoke. Sadly, the medicine had been fake. Of course, the doctors didn’t know about this. They just thought, they bought some cheaper medicine. But it did course the person to die.
The police arrested the doctors, who ordered this medicine but never caught the supplier. It made him angry, because many doctors were still using that medicine, and that meant more people died just like his close one. Especially because after reading up on the case years after, if the police had acted differently, they could have caught the supplier and prevented so many deaths.

To think there was so many people like him, who had lost a close on because of fake medicine, made him angry. And these people probably didn’t even know, that it was because of fake medicine, that their loved ones died. It was too late to capture the suppliers now, and he knew that. But he would stop anything remotely like it, so people wouldn’t suffer like him. He couldn’t allow them to.

He remembered, how everyone around him wanted a worse punishment for the doctor. While he wanted the police to catch the supplier. The poor doctor didn’t know, it wasn’t totally his fault. He was probably scarred for life as well. Imagine being a doctor and find out, that you used fake medicine on your patients, and you coursed them to die because of that. Your patients died, because of your decision to use a cheaper product, you thought worked just as well. Wouldn’t you be scared? Would you even be able to do a surgery again? Would you be able to enter the hospital again? Even though you probably wouldn’t even be allowed to work as a doctor again. Why couldn’t the police focus on the supplier? It was their fault. They made the medicine and sold it. Well-knowing it didn’t work, and people would die from it. Wouldn’t it be more valuable to catch them instead of the doctor? Apparently not.
It was stories like those, that kept him moving. That gave him a purpose in life. It didn’t even have to be his own story. Stories of strangers was just as important. It was those stories, that made him keep going. He knew, he broke the law, but if he could make sure, no more stories like those was made. He would gladly break it. It was too late to go back now anyways. He was stuck in this web of criminality, trying to find a way to get loose. Trying to find a way to cut the strings and destroy the web, before the spider could trap and devour more innocent people.
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Poor guy TvT