Fukuda walked in the pub and sat down at the counter. "Sup." He said, waving at the barman, "Can I get a beer?"
"Sure." The brick wall of a man standing behind the counter replied. And by that Fukuda didn't mean that he was built - although he was - he meant that the man was actually made of bricks. Stone-like body features weren't unusual, but he had never seen that variation. Quirks were weird sometimes. He accepted the beer, smiling.
"Never seen you around here before." The barman said, making small talk, "Not complaining, mind you, but usually I mostly have my regulars."
[Oratory: 54]
"My grandmother lives around here, and I have to keep an eye on her now that she isn't doing super well." Fukuda replied casually, "Figures while I rest I might as well get a drink out of it, and I decided to look for a good place. This one seems to fit."
[Information Gathering (contest): 98+7=105]
The man nodded, and Fukuda knew that was that. Telling lies was second nature to him. Hard not to when you had been a thief and occasional con-man most of your life. Having his backstory be about a sick relative meant there was no way someone would ask more questions. People were hard-wired to consider stuff like that impolite.
"Well, I'm open every day except Monday, so feel free to come around." The man said, Fukuda taking a sip of his beer. It was good, though nothing special.
"Oh, I think I will."
-x-
[Information Gathering: 49+7=56]
The trick to make his presence look natural was making it a regular thing. Fukuda didn't just show up randomly on a Saturday night. He visited on a Tuesday, and then kept coming around. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday... Make it look like he just came around every night, though sometimes leaving after a drink and sometimes hanging around for an hour or two. He brought Oda with him on a Thursday, the guy drinking his fair share of drinks much to the bartender's appreciation. Oda was a large guy with purple hair, yellow eyes with horizontal slits like a frog, and a general look that made him stand out a lot more than black-haired, white-eyed, regular sized and regular-built Fukuda. He went back alone on Friday.
All along, of course, he wasn't just drinking. He talked with the other costumers, mixing just regular venting with some casual questions about other regulars. Never asking any name, and definitely not if there were cops or the like. Just "Oh, I have never seen that guy. Ah, he is another regular? Cool." or "Really? Wonder what his Quirk is, bet it's some strength enhancement? No, Goat transformation, really? I'd have never guessed?". There were cameras in the pub, but they were aimed at the door and the bathroom. The owner likely only wanted to keep an eye on people going in and out of the main lounge, in case a thief made it in. Good, better than he had expected.
The first Saturday came around, and Fukuda this time walked in with both Oda and Chiba. He supposed this wasn't strictly necessary, but Chiba liked drinking, was a looker and liked to talk. He made for another excellent wall for Fukuda, and it built his image of a guy that had his own social circle. People always found socialites more trustable than loners.
And then he walked in, his target. Detective Sakaguchi was taller than Fukuda had expected from his bio, easily over 180. Shorter than Oda, but towering over the shorter Chiba. The difference, of course, was that the guy was thin. He looked emaciated, honestly, though part of it was probably his height and the permanent frown on his face. The detective stepped in and sat at a table with two other regulars. Perfectly in sight from the counter. Chiba sent Fukuda a look, but he shook his head.
"Never seen that guy." He casually commented instead, "Another regular?"
The bartender chuckled, "Yeah, Sakaguchi comes around every Saturday. He is almost too precise. Comes in, gets his drinks, talks with a few other regulars, and leaves." He sighed, "He used to be better, but some stuff happened. I think the stress is eating at him."
"Hard job?"
"You can say that, I guess." The man replied, and Fukuda took that as his hint to not push again. So be it then. He went back to talk with Chiba and Oda, and with other costumers. Sakaguchi never made a move to walk over to them, and the few people he drank with were about his same age.
That was perfect then.
-
[Oratory: 96]
Fukuda was a no-show on Sunday and went around on Tuesday only for a quick drink. It wasn't a good idea to make it look like he only had the bar as a place to hang out at. Wednesday he stayed the whole night, making sure to look in a bad mood. When the bartender finally asked, he just said something non-committal about family issues. Setting up his out was as important as setting his in.
Thursday was a quick visit for a drink, Friday a longer stay where he did his best to look better. Several regulars walked up to him to exchange small talk. Good, that proved he was getting in the circle.
Now all that was left was the finishing touch.
Saturday came around, and he brought Chiba and Oda again. They were usual enough no one paid much attention, and he made sure to come in before Sakaguchi, as usual. They had one shot at this, probably. Maybe two, but that depended on not spooking the cop. He yawned, complained a bit about having to stay up late at night, and waited.
Sakaguchi walked in, sat at his table, and ordered his usual. Beer mostly, though he always added a drink or two. Fukuda grinned as he saw two beers land at his table.
[Information Gathering (contest): 26+7=33]
He grabbed one of his own and pulled out the pills he had prepared. Oda knew to move to cover him up as he slipped the pills in the beer he was holding and settled it back down on his table casually, before grabbing another and taking a sip. No one had noticed, it seemed, and he went back to talking, while keeping an eye on the cop from time to time. The first beer went down in about twenty minutes, and that was when Fukuda struck.
The real reason they had chosen him for this mission was his Quirk, of course. Switch was a fun thing. It allowed him to switch an object he was touching with one of similar size he could see. For a thief or a conman it was pretty good, but here it worked really well to, for example, switch a drugged beer with a regular one.
[Information Gathering (contest): 63+7=70]
The only issue with Switch was that for an instant both objects seemed to vanish before they changed place. It lasted just a moment, and most people assumed it was their eyes being off, but the guy was paranoid enough Fukuda bet that if he noticed he was going to freak out.
He didn't. There was no reaction as Fukuda felt the beer vanish from his hand and the new one reappear. He just finished the beer and moved to the other. Taking a moment before he took the whole thing. Fukuda tapped Chiba's arm twice, and the guy nodded. His hand slipped in his pocket, and a moment later Fukuda's phone started to rung.
"Ah shit, I have to take this. Sorry guys, be back in ten." He said, looking at the caller, that was marked as 'Lil Bro'. He walked toward the bathroom. Ideal place to get a private call... or to dump a broken-up plastic bag that was all the proof of what he had just done. The mixture he had dropped in his beer was a mix of hallucinogens and stimulants. They had tried it on a couple junkies, just to be sure, and both had started screaming and ranting fast.
'Have fun now, man. That's going to be a very bad trip.'
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[Success roll: 63/80]
Sakaguchi passed a hand over his face. He felt a bit weird, but this was only the first half of his second beer, so he chalked it up to his stress. So much stuff to deal with, fucking hell. He had to figure out where those fucking bastards were hiding their bribes. So far he had a lot of hearsay and circumstantial evidence but nothing concrete. His colleagues had some respect for him, but none of them was willing to be so openly hostile about those bribing bastards.
'Not even Irumi.' His treacherous mind whispered, but he pushed the thought aside. His ex-wife had been right. The kids didn't deserve to be dragged into this, and they needed a parent that would take care of them. He had been barely paying attention to his family, of course she had left.
He downed the rest of the beer, and felt a sting in his mind. It felt oddly liberating, somehow, like he was drinking something heavier. He shook his head and grumbled, feeling something off but not quite putting his fingers on it. Without much of a thought, he called for another beer, then leaned back.
"You are a piece of work, aren't you?" A familiar voice asked. He blinked, staring at the man sitting in front of him. Detective Zaiki grinned, and Sakaguchi felt his temper flare.
"The fuck are you doing here?!" He said, louder than he had expected.
"Me? I'm just here to watch you burn yourself to death." Zaiki replied with a shrug. His golden teeth shined as he grinned. His Quirk gave him the ability to turn his bones and keratin into metal, and the bastard used it to turn his teeth into gold, of all things. He grabbed a beer - was that there before - downed it and kept smiling, "You got a problem with me, Sakaguchi?"
"A problem? You are a fucking mole. I know that, Zaiki."
"Sure am." The man said with a grin, stunning Sakaguchi, "So is everyone else. Why the fuck do you care, anyway? Just take a bribe too and shut up."
"He is right." Another voice said. Detective Shikatsu, sitting down to his right. "Just relax. The gangs rule this city anyway. You are better off just getting some money out of it rather than fighting it."
"So you are here to drag me into this then? You want me to just roll over and accept I can't save this city? Who pays you? The Yakuza? One of the thieves? The Wild Villains? I bet it's them."
"Does it matter? We just don't care, Sakaguchi. Justice is blind. She won't notice if we make some money off the side."
"You are police officers!" Sakaguchi shouted, standing up and slamming both hands on the table, "You are supposed to care! You are supposed to protect people! You are supposed to be at war with those gangs!"
"We are." Zaiki shrugged, "So what? Look around Sakaguchi. You know you are outnumbered."
He looked around, and saw them all. The pub was filled with the faces of men and women, all of them colleagues. Most were his supsects, all standing like a wall, emotionless, staring at him, but there were also others. People he called friends, or at least good acquaintances, in the office. They were also there, and he felt his stomach fall. "You too, Maki? Shiro? Kiruda?"
"Sorry man."
"The money is good."
"I have a family, Sakaguchi. I can't just abandon them like you did." The last one said, and he groaned, like a man that had just been punched in the gut. He gasped for air, grabbing on the table, and shouted.
"Fuck! All of you?! Really?! You would fucking turn your back on us! I know Zaiki and Shikatsu are pieces of shit! I know Kato got tricked into a loan and is in their hands! I know you all have this or that issue, but it can't be everyone! It can't be that every single one of my suspicions was right! How the fuck are you all here?!"
"We want you to join us, Sakaguchi. To finally relax." Zaiki replied, "Just go with the flow. You have been on this one-man crusade for years, and it just destroyed your life. Wife, kids, friends, family... You wasted it all. It's time to stop."
"And just let you win? I can't do that! No self-respecting officer would!"
"
She did." Zaiki said casually, and pointed at the crowd. They parted way, and he stared at Irumi. His ex-wife, beautiful as the first day he had seen her. She was smiling.
"Someone has to care for the kids, Sakaguchi." She said, "This was the best way."
More and more police officers were flooding the pub, and Sakaguchi wasn't sure how they were all fitting, but it didn't matter. He slammed both hands on the table, panting, sweating bullets. "All of you..." He managed to get out, "All of you are sick! You are a dishonor to the force! There isn't an officer in Nuru, no, in Musutafu that is clean! Irumi, I thought at least you were clean, but no! You are all-"
"Sakaguchi!" A new voice said, and he felt himself shake, but he didn't stop.
"-DIsgusting! I hate all of you! All those bastards that pretend to be my friends or pretend to be officers at all! I trusted them, and none of them is willing to take on the fight?! 'We need to think about it', 'You don't have enough proof', 'You should keep it more hush-hush', fuck you all! I-"
"Sakaguchi, get a hold of yourself!" The voice said, and he saw someone towering over him and dragging him away.
"-The only good thing that ever happened to this department was the man you all allowed the Seven Thrones to murder! You, the Heroes, the city council... Everyone in this city does nothing but roll over for those bastards! Do you have any idea of how much good we could have done, you corrupt sacks of shit?! I-"
A door closed, even as Sakaguchi kept shouting against all those people that dared to betray their role as Police Officers.
-
[Information Gathering (contest): 58/90+7=97]
"Well, that was a thing." Chiba said, putting away his phone. In the chaos of the police detective suddenly springing up from his chair and shouting and ranting about the police of Musutafu, making names and likely accusing more than a friend before he was finally dragged off, no one had noticed him making a video discreetly. After a few moments, he pulled out his phone again and checked the video. It seemed to be working well.
"Did I miss something?" Fukuda asked, walking out of the bathroom and past the other shocked regulars.
[Information Gathering (contest): 61/4+7=68]
[Information Gathering (contest): 55/55+7=62]
"One of the other people went insane. Huge rant about the police officers of Musutafu, and even the Heroes and Mayor, all being corrupt. He made names and all. The barman dragged him outside." He said. Fukuda meanwhile sneakily grabbed a bottle of beer and used his Quirk. Chiba saw Switch activate, the drugged bottle appearing in Fukuda's hand while his own landed on the table. With that, there would be no proof of the fact the man was drugged, unless he got a blood test. For good measure, Oda hid it in his sleeve. No one noticed either movement, too busy staring at the door.
"Sounds tough. I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. If that rant goes online, he will basically be obligated to either drop out of the force or accept a transfer to another city."
"Terrible." Chiba nodded, pulling out his phone and logging in on the first of many sites he was going to be visiting that night, "Well, I think I should go." He said, "Have fun guys."
Chiba walked out of the bar. The barman was staring sadly at the road. "He left." He said, "Still shouting about 'bastards in the force'. I've never seen someone get like that. I tried to call an ambulance, but he just ran off. What the hell is going on?"
"Stress?" Chiba asked, "Sounded like he had a lot on his plate."
"Probably." The barman sighed, "I don't know a lot about him, and I don't know what's going on with this city, but... Come on, things can't be that bad, right? There can't be that many corrupt officers." Chiba shrugged non-committally. The man sighed, "Have a good night, if you can."
"You too, goodbye." He replied with a wave, walking off in the opposite direction from the one Sakaguchi would have taken. He yawned and started to post the video online. "And goodbye to you, Detective Sakaguchi."
-
The video was on every news site by the next day. Konomomi watched the man rant about how every police officer, Hero and politician in the city was corrupt, and had no doubts this was it. There was no saving his job here in Musutafu. There were already rumors of either a full dismissal from the force for the 'obvious mental distress' or a transfer to a different department. Several of the officers he had called out by name in the video came out to offer their support for his recovery, though they all said they had no idea why he did what he did. The fact one of them was his ex-wife made it sound like he was mixing different parts of his life, after all.
"I didn't think that would go so well."
"We gave a stressed man pills that would make a far saner man take the worst trip of his life. Frankly I was more worried he would keel over dead." Takagi replied.
"That bad?"
"Dosage with drugs like that is always a difficult thing. And is not like it was stuff made for sale, this was basically poisoning." She shrugged, "Still, we won, I suppose."
"The Wild Villains will decide that." Konomomi replied, though she offered a smile, "But I guess that went as well as it could have."
Mission completed! (Rounds: 1)
You spent 10 Budget (Drinks, clothes, drugs)!
Wait for the Wild Villains response!
(XX)
Well that went well, I suppose. Not for Sakaguchi, but can't be a criminal without ruining someone's life... Eh, you know how it is.
Fukuda's Quirk was actually really good for the proposed plan. I don't remember if I ever mentioned how it worked (I'm fairly sure I haven't) but as I mentioned before, I always choose the best member for a specific action, if there is one.
Will future training actions just to keep up performance still require 2 turns, or will it drop to 1?
There will be a one-turn action that allows you to keep the bonus as is (unless it fails, of course) and a two turns action that allows you to try to raise the Bonus.