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CHAPTER 11 - LOST

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Yuki was behind the huge crates of shipment that just came from Peru. She needed to get that evidence, now and she needed to confirm her assumptions. That was the only way to let go of the memories and embrace what was to come. She needed to finish the mission this one night.  

She ran silently near the guards. She needed a diversion. She looked around at the almost empty pier. One of the ships that came was already going away. She took a large stone beside the crates of cement. She filled her lungs with air and threw the stone towards the water with all her might.  

"What was that?" one of the night guards asked the other. He had his flashlight shine in the source of the noise.  

"Check it out!" the other guard commanded. 

"Why don't you do it?" the first guard asked.  

"You're such as chicken," the other guard commented and walked away.  

Yuki used the diversion to go behind the first guard. She used her electric rod to weep the guard into unconsciousness. She took him in an old shack and pull of his clothes. She changed her own with the guard's uniform.  

"Bleeh! It stinks!" she complained in annoyance.  

She went outside and checked on her disguise. She took all that she needed in her backpack and stuffed it on the man's uniform.  

She went inside. She tried to look calm as she walked. When she saw some other guards she hid in case they suspect her. She went inside the building. It was where the transaction will happen, that was according to her source.  

Ryosuke went inside his father's office.  

His father looked up at the paper works that he was doing. "What is it son?" the older Yamada asked. 

"Dad, promise me you'll not lie to me," Ryosuke asked.  

His father was shocked upon hearing his child speak to him like that. He smiled at the younger boy. Ryosuke got it all from him, from his eyes, nose and even his stature. He had the same smile as he had. "Why would I do that?" he asked. 

"Just promise me, you won't and I'll believe everything that you'll say," Ryosuke told his father.  

"I promise I will never lie to my son," his father stood up and faced him. "Cross my heart and hope to die," the old man added while putting his hand on his chest. "Now tell me, what is bothering you?" he asked.  

Ryosuke faced the window. It was dark outside, but the stars are shining brightly on the sky. "They were suspecting that you are shipping drugs outside the country. They also suspects you of supplying drugs to local pushers in Tokyo and other provinces," Ryosuke looked at his father. His father's face became so pale. "Is it true, dad?" he asked silently. His eyes were pull of pain and there was a spark of hatred in there.  

Yamada Houtarou combed his hair with his hand. He looked nervous.  

"Dad? Please, answer me," Ryosuke begged.  

The older Yamada looked at his son's eyes, "I am not a Drug Lord," he answered in conviction. 

"Dad, you promised that you will not lie to me," Ryosuke commented.  

"I am not lying," Houtaro said silently. "Whoever was behind this is framing my name." The older man was full of anger now. "Call Hanazawa, I need to call a meeting with my business partners. They have to know that this is happening."