I scramble into my workroom fast. "House, lock internal doors, set defensive wards to maximum sensitivity."
I yank open the back refrigerator and pull one of the high purity component bottles out of the top. Four balls of reagent go into my alabaster and ebony casting bowl. They're a mix of sulfur, beeswax, butter and gold dust. Four should be enough, at this level of purity each one would have the killing power somewhere between a tank main gun round and an anti ship missile. Unless this thing is tougher than any of the previous things that hunted me, it'll die to that.
"Mirror. Show me across the street." I call out, raising my hand and making the ritual gesture. My mirror flickers for a moment, then shows a photorealistic image of area under the street lamp, tracking what I wanted to see.
Empty.
"Show me the park."
Empty. "Thermal overlay." The view flickers to bright black and white. Still nothing. "Etheric." Glowing magical lines, pools of green mist and rising tides of magic, but no figure.
Shit shit shit! Where is it? "House. Launch the drones!" I have a sudden, horrid, thought, pull up the security system on the room's terminal, listed alongside the integrity on every door and window, internal and external cameras. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Pure technology, wired in to the computer in this room, unhackable without some serious magic I should be able to detect.
I snap around, looking behind me, guard up, checking the room.
Empty. Just me.
I bring up the feed from the drones. Nothing. A few passers-by, coming back from the last train, but no one with the same aura as that figure. I'd know if I saw them again, I'm sure of that. Could it have cut into a building? I use the mirror again, scan through the neighboring houses. Just people going about their business. No sign of it.
It's gone.
*****
I have a condition: the symptoms are migraine headaches, seizures, and being hunted by monsters from the outer dark. I'm eighteen years old. If I don't find a cure, I'll be dead by twenty-one.
When I was thirteen, my father killed my family. He didn't mean to. The Nishifunes have always been a family connected to magecraft, involved with bringing the learnings of Western magic to Japan, and the learnings of Eastern magic to the West. It was only in later generations that we fell on hard times. My great grandfather sunk most of the family fortune, much of our mystic lore, and himself in an ill-advised venture during the Second World War. It wasn't a particularly monstrous enterprise, not like some, but it killed him and broke the family.
My grandfather was dead before I knew him, killed by the pressure to scramble his way up from nothing. My father tried to rebuild, sought safety in service to another of the great Mage families, the Aratani. He married, and had me, his daughter, who he betrothed to the Aratani's younger son, Kaito, who you have already met.
Only, he made a mistake. He didn't consider the character of Kaito's elder brother Eitaro, and how unsuitable he was to be heir.
I remember the night when Aratani Nonoka, the family matriarch, called him in. I was playing outside the door, my mother, a non-mystic exiled upstairs. It was in the drawing-room of the Aratani clan's giant old house. I don't really remember what she said but I remember how she looked at him, the pity in her eyes. The calm way she explained what had to happened. How the match was now impossible, as Kaito had become heir.
I remember the way his face froze. How no one seemed to realize how angry he was except me.
That awful expression. That black rage only his family saw.
I ran out and went to the summer house. It was dark, but I couldn't stay inside. I was afraid. I couldn't stay in there. The summer house, a woody space of spiders and chill in the dark was still the refuge I took in the day.
I think it was the distance that saved me. No one in the house survived.
I was curled up on the sofa inside with my knees up to my face, crying, when I had my first attack.
It started as a sharp pain behind my eyes, a swirl of colour across my vision. I felt hot and sick and the light hurt.
And then through it, I saw.
My father walked down the steps to the basement. Each step took him lower, towards something else. Towards the place I dreaded.
The Aratani family are keepers of the forbidden. They kept the black books, they kept other things. The worst thing they kept was in the basement, something they kept locked up.
There was blood on him, and on the sledgehammer across his shoulder. Not his. As he approached, I could hear him chanting, unsealing the magic around the door At the door to the basement he stopped, pushed a bloody hand onto the code pad. The door hissed open.
Behind it, the basement, a long glass window. Behind it, the spider stood. My father hit the close button on the door and shut it to seal.
It spoke to my father as if they were old friends.
For long the Aratani have imprisoned me, and see how their fortune has grown.
"You have had nothing to do with that."
Then why am I in a glass cell, why not sealed in a warded box a thousand meters below the earth? Why can you speak to me?
"They betrayed me. I was to become a member of their household. My poor daughter, she was to be married to a scion! We were to have a fortune."
A sad tale, but why waste time on such explanations? You are committed are you not? You killed to come down here.
"The legends say that a deal with a spider can grant great fortunes, not just for one generation but for all that follow."
I have heard such things.
"Will you grant my family fortune? If I free you?"
If you free me, then your family shall have all the fortune that is mine to grant.
"You swear to it?" My father looked back behind him, there was the sound of banging, someone at the door. I arched in agony, hoping desperately they'd break it down. Hoping for the bang of an explosive charge, the flare of fire or the crack of a gunshot to kill my father where he stood, anything to end the terrible pain in my head.
I so swear.
My father lifted the hammer and swung it into the engraved glass of the cage. "Then go free!"
The convulsions almost broke my back.
When I came back to myself there was screaming. The air was screaming. People were screaming.
Something was hunting me. I knew it as certainly as I had ever known anything. I got up and ran out of the summerhouse, out into rain suddenly pouring down from what had been a clear sky. I looked at the house once, saw energies flickering around it, impossible colours, and the thing coming after me.
I remember every step of getting to the road, the entire run a single long flashbulb, I remember hearing the thing getting closer and closer behind me. The alien sound that its breathing. So close. So close!
I got to the road and saw the lights of a car coming out on me. I thought it was going to hit me, and fell over and screamed but instead, it stopped and a man stepped free. He was a tall, long-haired and dark-eyed, so handsome, seeming both younger than my father and far, far older.
I sometimes wonder what would have become of me if not for the complete coincidence of him passing. Or did he sense something amiss and come to see?
I said something like "Monster!" and pointed. I saw it for the first time then. It was a thin horror, taller than a man, faceless and emaciated. I knew it was not the spider, but could feel it held a part of its power. He looked down the slope, saw the thing and raised a hand. I turned in time to see him yank the lightning down, the blast catching the hunter in a flash so bright it washed out the colours flickering around the house. I was awestruck. He walked forward to me, dropping to one knee before me, bringing him to a little above my eye level.
"So, young lady, what--"
I wanted to say, say something. Say that I was sure my father had done something terrible. Thank him for saving me or maybe just burst into tears. I wanted to warn him about the estate and the madness that was happening again.
I wanted never to feel so helpless again.
"Teach me! Teach me to do that!"
He laughed, looked me in the eye. "Alright."
And that's how I met Kondou Yuu, my teacher.
*****
I don't get any sleep that night. There are ways around it. Instead I check out the black book, and take initial probes. Actually penetrating it is a long process which takes most of the time till morning. Then I crack it open for real and find that the whole thing is written in a cipher that I can't read.
This is obviously quite unacceptable, so I start the process of getting information. For starters, I call up the people who gave me the information to acquire this black book in the first place. I have school today, and I don't want to miss volleyball practice, so it is agreed they will come here, as soon as the call has ended.
The Kaneda brothers are a pair of shady import-export guys who run supplies for several foreign convenience store chains for expats, antiquarian items, and, as a sideline, a business buying and selling artifacts of the occult. They also sell information.They sold me on a certain antiquarian book chain having a secret archive and what it might contain. This is a good time to give them their reward in person, to see what information they have about the people using the artifacts, and to scare them.
I spy on them magically in the car. The younger one doesn't want to be up so early, is complaining he hasn't had any breakfast and that if he'd wanted to keep hours like this he'd have become a salaryman.
"You're not smart enough to be a salaryman," the older one, Tanaka, grunts, looking up at my house.
His brother gives him a look, then glances up at my house. "Shit. She really lives alone in a place like this?"
"Don't say any of that shit when we're inside." Tanaka looks back at him. "She's our ticket to real money if we play our cards right. You better not give away the show."
So. I get up from in front of the mirror and head down. The door opens and the two guys come in, leaving their shoes at the door politely. "Uh, Nishifune-San?" Tanaka asks.
"Come straight in." My voice comes out of the wall, what they might think is hidden speakers. The security door swings open. The two shrug and walk in on me in the living room. I'm wearing my school uniform, sitting at a table and eating breakfast. "Gentlemen. I figured you might be hungry."
"Kind of you Miss," Tanaka says, sitting opposite. "Your agents got the goods for you then?"
"My agents, yeah." I smile a little, and wave a hand food begins to serve onto their plates. Both men goggle. "I have a full continental spread here, so do tuck in."
"Ah-ah." The younger one looks at the toast like he's seeing things. "How the fuck--"
"I was spying on you in the car you know." I lean forward, let a smug smirk come over my face. "I can spy on people wherever they go."
"Ma'am. Please forgive--" Tanaka starts, then gasps, fingers going to his throat, wrestling for invisible fingers. His brother tries to get up, then finds himself straining against nothing. Then he also feels a grip on his throat.
"Don't interrupt me." I give them a cold look, release a bit of the pressure. "We've done good business together. So I'm disappointed. I'm really disappointed. First you sell me books that are ciphered, and now you're plotting to take me for everything I've got. I'm actually upset." my invisible grip tightens.
Both men are watching me eyes very wide. I tap a finger on the table "So, do you have the cipher that these are written in to sell me?"
"Ah-ah." Tanaka goes pale. "Well uh, uh, I know where they are, I had them but--"
The hand tightens on his throat briefly then releases. He pants.
"Tell me what happened."
Tanaka doesn't look like he wants to speak so his younger brother takes over. "Well you see," he takes a deep breath, "there's this gang... "
*****
There's a gambling house, Kanezawa Palace, a fairly low-rolling underground place, that specializes in items of minor occult interest. There must be a hundred places like that, a thousand, in every city and in every continent. If people aren't auctioning mystic knowledge or stealing it, they'll be gambling it.
This particular gambling house has got a hold of the cipher key for these books, a glass reading device which on its own is just a magnifying glass that won't break and won't get dirty. The brothers here were planning to see how much money they could get out of me for it, and hoping to grab me into the bargain. They didn't have the device yet, but they had a contact inside the casino, who was going to make sure they won it.
Then someone gave a particularly vicious but ultimately forgettable gang called Boxcutter access to superpowers, and they grabbed every underground operation not protected by one of the more powerful syndicates.
Worse, after what happened in the last few days, they're liable to get raided by the police soon, which will put my cipher key in the much harder to reach Tokyo police evidence room. So all I need to do is raid the club before the police get there and while being hunted by a supernatural horror.
Easy.
The younger Kaneda completes this story and then looks at me imploringly.
"Well, thank you. You've been very helpful. If there's no further unpleasantness, I'll pay you your usual rate. I hope we can do more business in the future."
Both men bow, and withdraw.
They never do end up having breakfast.
*****
I start the ball rolling on intelligence collection that day. Human intelligence (HUMINT), consists of sending an encrypted message to a certain Yakuza acquaintance of mine looking for any information on the Paradise or the gang who run it. Signals intelligence (SIGINT) is provided by one of my drones, this one with alchemically doped batteries and the antenna. The antenna is the front end of a police Stingray mobile phone intercept system to hover over the club and pull in any mobile phone signals used in proximity. Another drone provides imagery (IMINT) from a camera, checking the place out. Both are painted blue and white and should hopefully avoid detection.
Finally, I set up my magic mirror to show me the clubs inside. This takes a complicated ritual and an even more fiddly set up of my digital camera so it can record what the mirror is showing while I am out.
With all that done, I head to school.
It's kind of dumb to worry about showing up for volleyball recruitment when I have a hunter on me. I should just stay inside my security, work through the intelligence as it comes in, be practical.
Maybe, but I can't help feeling like if I start down that path I'll go out less and less, do less and less of the things I like, until there's nothing left of me but work.
What's even the point of living beyond twenty-one if I don't have a life?
As far as I can tell, the hunter isn't on me now anyway. I'm running periodic checks, the car driving in counter tailing patterns, several drones as outriders, cameras checking surrounding streets for anything following. Nothing.
The thing has vanished.
There's frequently a stage of the hunt like this, where the hunter shows itself and then vanishes, sometimes for weeks, before the active phase begins.
That day I eat lunch with Manako in the shade of the trees where the school grounds start to fall away. She always has a fantastic bento, which she prepares herself, way better even than the expensive prepared ones I get.
"I made extra today." She offers me a wrapped box. "Do you want it?"
"Yes! I definitely want it." I unwrap it. "I hope I can eat all this and mine."
"Urgh. I wish I could eat like you.How is your figure so nice?"
"Relentless exercise mostly." I lean back. "I exercise a lot, it helps with my condition."
"How is that anyway?" she asks.
"No attacks lately." That's interesting, actually. Usually, I seize when a hunter comes. This one is different. I'll need to be careful.
"Do you think you'll go to the nationals this year?"
"I think we will." I stretch. "I want to close my last year out with a bang."
"What are you going to do after university?"
"I don't know yet." I'm going to be dead after university most likely. Actually a lot worse than dead. "Travel maybe. I've got enough money I'm never going to need to work. I might put a lot more time into my Instagram cosplay."
"Must be nice. My parents are already talking about a career and a husband."
"Both at once huh?" I smirk. "How modern of them." She blushes a little.
"Do you ever think there might be more to the world than this?" She looks out over the valley, the fringe of her hair blowing a little in the breeze in a way that makes me want to comb it. She has a pixie cut, but somehow always manages to make it look untidy.
"What do you mean?" I look at her.
"I mean, everything is so grey. I want to see something more." She sighs. "I mean even Espers are getting drawn into the grey. Turning into just another way to take exams. I just wish there was something more. "
For a moment, seeing the expression on her face, I almost lose it and tell her everything.
But I can't. I can't just pull someone over the threshold. Not with what's coming after me.
"Don't be too down." I give in and start to comb her hair back. She lets me. "There's still a whole year of school, and there's college."
"Urgh. Even school's not so good. I hate cram school." I'm so glad I don't have to actually do that. I really do not have time.
Manako relaxes under my hands, eyes closing. "Sometimes I feel like my whole life was already determined when I was born," she mutters.
"There's always decisions in life." I lift the comb away. "You just have to grab them when they come by."
In retrospect, this is not the wisest advice I've ever given.
*****
After school, and helping recruit a new generation to the volleyball team, I have a doctor's appointment. Akigawa Alice, my doctor, is kind of a sketchy weirdo, but then all mages are. She operates a small clinic in the back streets near Sangenjaya Station. I take the train there to vary my routine from a random station and realize halfway that it's on me.
It's hard to check for followers in the crowded conditions of a Tokyo subway at this hour, but equally hard to follow. The best time to spot people is as the car clears out, look for people who pause near the doors, in position to watch who leaves.
And there she is.
I decide that I'll call her Office Lady. I always make a name for my hunters. In her human guise, she looks like a woman in her forties, dressed for work in a frumpy suit. Just another pink-collar worker on her way home from work.
Look closer and the discrepancies multiply. She's wearing sunglasses on the subway. Her tie is on backwards. Her shirt is light blue, not white, and her shoes, seen through a gap in the crowd, are on the wrong feet.
She looks at me, head tilted slightly as the car cleans out, and for a moment I think we're going to go at it right there in the subway car. Then people flood into the car between us, and the moment passes.
I cover one eye, a simple bit of symbolic magic, sacrificing for wisdom. She's still there, a void of life-force among the brightness of the other passengers, watching me. Waiting. We stand like that watching each other as the next station rolls up, and people pour out of the car.
At the last second, as people are coming in, I push my way out against the tide. A guard yells at me for my rudeness, but I'm off and running, whispering words that'll obscure my identity to facial recognition cameras.
Is she on me? I dare not look back. Instead, I bolt up out of the station, hitting my IC card on the ticket machine while barely slowing and bolt around the corner, down a series of alleys, just random turns until my breath runs out and I make a sudden turn, coming up with my hands raised to cast.
Nothing. No running steps, not even the shouting of angry station staff about people running in their station.
I do a slow circle, one eye covered, looking, looking. No sign of it to the limits of the vision this spell will give.
With shaking hands I open my bag and stuff my school uniform's top layer and tie into it, then, reaching into the folded space of another fold pull out a white jacket with a rather fetching red rose on it, zip it on and pull out my mobile phone. How did it find me? I should have detected magic to locate me. It was just there. Close enough it could have walked over and touched me.
I'm going to double back and change lines. It's not that hard to get to Sangenjaya.
I text Alice that I might be late.
*****
"You look terrible," Alice says cheerfully as I come in. "What happened, did you run here?"
"Ran into a complication. Had to do some E&E."
"You know, even compared to me, Nozomi, you're a fucking nerd."
Alice's is a medium height, languid, gothy young woman with glasses, very dark hair and very white skin, which I think maybe an experimental side effect. She has a habit of wearing really high heels and a really short skirt under a white lab coat. The office is mostly normal, except for the Dreamcast 3 and Playstation 4 set up semi-covertly under the desk next to a rack of trauma centre disks and a handful of other games.
Alice is in her early twenties, still in the middle of a PhD in biology. I don't know what she did to get her medical license so early, but she's the best magical doctor I have access to, and genuinely one of the best in Tokyo.
"Were you being chased?" she asks raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, there's a hunter on me." I rub my eyes. "I think I lost it though. I've checked a dozen times on the way in."
She walks over to her computer and checks the external cameras. "Well, if it does break in here, then I'll finally have a live one to study." She gets up, grabs me by the shoulders and steers me into the back. The second room of the clinic is much stranger, a mass of heavily customized medical machinery, an eclectic mix of older machines thrown out by hospitals and cutting edge computer equipment brought off the shelf.
"So, if you're being hunted, you had another attack?"
"That's the odd thing. No. I've felt fine for like a month. My last attack was in London, and I killed that one."
"Alright, well, dump your clothes and get on the scanner."
I remove my clothes and step into the scan pod. It's a sinister-looking reclining bed thing that I think started out as an MRI but now has half a dozen different high-tech components bolted onto it. "You didn't get any additional metal implanted into you since we saw one another last, right?"
"No."
"Cool." Alice does something and the machine begins to shift and ripple around me, caressing me with various scan types. "Hmm."
"Hmm?"
"Your life energy is still being drained, but I'm not seeing any new holes." She walks over as the machine completes its cycle. "The drain doesn't appear to have speeded up either."
"So this isn't a fresh phase of my symptoms?" I'm still doomed, but hearing that makes me feel better. I was worried, not just about the monster, but about what it might mean.
"No." She walks over and frowns down at me. "You're sure this is a hunter?"
"It looks like one." I rub my eyes and pull myself out of the machine, starting to reassemble my outfit. "It acts like one." I rub my eyes. "I know you know? When I see one. I know that it's one of them."
"Hmm." She sits at the desk and taps her lips with a carbon stylus. "We've known for a while that your vital force is being consumed, but everything we've tried hasn't stopped it. Sometimes you just have a new hole." She puts the stylus down and looks at me. "I want to introduce internal sensors." She rummages around and pulls out a pack of sterile fluid. "I want to be able to record what happens at the exact moment of you having an attack."
"Alright." I take the sensor and look at it carefully. There's something in the fluid, like iron filings "So what? I swallow it?"
"No, it's injected. Here." She pulls out a gas injector, then loads the fluid and puts it on my chest under my breast. There's a thump and a chill of the injection. Alice checks the monitor then nods. "Okay, it's giving me good telemetry. Memory looks good too."
I put my shirt back on. "You know, we could probably induce something like an attack by triggering my curse. It's not exactly hard to do."
"No." Alice shakes her head. "The acute symptoms you get from that are too dangerous. In my medical opinion, you shouldn't risk it."
"But--"
"Who's the doctor here?" Alice gives me a cool look over her glasses. "Oh yeah, it's me. So stop asking."
I'm cursed to have money. If I ever drop below having a billion yen, then I have a severe physical reaction, (like the kind of reaction you get when you're hit by a car) and I suddenly have more than a billion yen again.
My Dad wanted our family to be wealthy and prosperous, well, now we are. Forever. Or at least until I die at twenty one. Unfortunately, there also seems to be an upper point. At more than two billion, I suddenly can't make any more money. Investments flatline, the market moves against me. Without action, a downtrend starts and within a few months, the curse triggers again. I pay an expensive broker to keep my fortune up, and make sure to spend more than a little of the proceeds.
"I also have some new post-seizure medication." She pulls out an inhaler. "One puff as soon after the seizure as possible to restore normal functioning. If you're in an emergency situation, two puffs will put you back on your feet from almost any wound that's not immediately fatal. It'll just really fuck you up if you don't get proper medical attention afterwards."
"Thanks Alice."
"You stay safe out there." She musses my hair. "Want a lollipop?"
*****
I'm still moving the sweet around my mouth and trying to decide if it was worth it when I check my messages.
Phones are very insecure and you should never use one for any kind of criminal enterprise. That's why my phone actually isn't a phone. While it looks as if it's the latest Samsung Galaxy, the only things it actually shares with that design are the screen and the case. The inside is all custom micro-electronics built for me by a group of American specialists. The phone is linked through a zero-latency-magical link to The Exchange, which is the big server that links all my electronics together through an array of encryption and ZLM links.
Backing all this up, I have a series of runes hung on my devices which state that they cannot be tracked. This is all most mages bother with. This isn't actually that hard a technique to pull off for a mage, and is very effective against non-magical opposition if what you're doing is non-obvious. Of course, against another mage, and the Japanese government also has mages, even a little pressure will cause the normal rules to reassert themselves.
So I have the exchange, and I have a bunch of encrypted systems.
This is great because it means I always have five bars of signal, even on the oldest areas of the subway.
I took the subway half out of bravado, half out of a part-formed plan to ambush the Hunter if it showed its face again. It does not, and now I'm glad. Riding the subway makes it much faster to get to a late-night meeting in Kabukichō. I need to go meet the Yakuza who wishes he were my dad.
I change clothes again before I get to Kabukicho, and do my makeup. The heyday of the crackdown on Yakuza and the like has well passed, but it would be bad to go around there in even a barely recognizable Fujisaka Jogakuin uniform. I change in a public toilet, and dump my school stuff into the bag of holding in my handbag, then head down to the non-descript offices of Hagino-Gumi.
Kabukicho is busy enough tonight to present a challenging environment for counter-surveillance, so I alert them I'm being followed, get an escort in. The Yakuza leaves me near the door, saying he's got stuff to do, so I go in alone.
There's a couple of the younger guys in the outer office, who do a bit of a double-take when they see me, but I'm known here, and the guy running the lobby gives me a "Yo, Nozomi-chan!" as I enter.
"Eiji-san." I wave, then snap my fingers. "How's the new wife?"
"She's great! First kid is on the way." He nods. "Boss is expecting you, go straight up."
"Thanks." I head up the stairs, hearing the three of them talking in voices they think I can't hear.
"Is that the Boss's woman?"
"No you dickhead! She's his business partner, and don't let him hear you imply otherwise."
"A girl like that is in business with the Boss?"
"I don't understand it either."
I smile a little as I step into the second-floor office. Nagoshi Ryuta, Captain and second ranked man in Hagino-Gumi is sat behind the desk smoking when I come in. In his fifties, now, he's still a big man, muscular like an aging wrestler with skin weathered by cigarettes and fistfights.
"Nozomi-san." He waves me to a seat. "Are you well?"
"So formal Ryuta-kun." I stretch out a little on the chair and look at him. Ryuta really wants to be my father. I think he had kids and then messed up their upbringing, but even after I got him out of a tight spot with a murder charge a few years ago, he treats me like I'm a kid. In return, I suppose I mock him a little. "Your men already suspect what we're doing up here."
He blanches, then sighs. "I have the information you wanted." He pulls out an envelope. "What are you getting into something with a gang like the Boxcutters for?"
"Let's say that we have a difference of agreement."
"They cut up one of your school friends?"
I frown a bit, he's spoiling my timing, but finish anyway. "They think they should keep the mystic artifacts in their possession. I think otherwise."
"Ah. I heard they'd got involved in other side of the city stuff." He puffs, "You know there's gangs recruiting Espers now? Or colour gangs led by Espers. The countries going to hell. It'll be like America soon."
"Hey, at least the police don't have the resources to worry about organized crime anymore."
"That's the truth." He brightens a bit before glaring at me. "Be fucking careful of these guys though, they were vicious psychos even before they started getting fucking magic. You know why they call themselves the Boxcutters?"
"They all use them?"
"Their initiation right is to slit some poor fuck up with one."
"How have the cops not come down on that?"
"Run up to a guy, slash him with your cutter and run. A lot of them get caught, but if you talk, you become the next target for initiations." He sighs. "In the old days, the Yakuza would have made sure shit like that stayed off the streets."
The idea that there was an old time when the Yakuza were a bunch of goodhearted outlaws who kept the streets clean with their own moral code is, as far as I can tell, something every generation of Yakuza has believed in.
His look turns speculative. "You sure you don't want us to go get whatever this thing is for you?"
I relent. "I know you'd do that for me Ryuta-san, but I don't want to get any of your men killed because of something I did."
"You know, you could have a good life on that inheritance of yours, without risking it involved in shit like this."
I pull the box I bought with me, anti-snooping charms for their phones. "No, I honestly couldn't. Thanks for your help Ryuta-san."
"Stay safe."
*****
Reading Ryuta's folder, Boxcutter come off as even less pleasant than previously reported. Most criminals are just poor, desperate, they join gangs for control, or because it seems badass, or because they really don't have any better prospects
Boxcutter go way beyond the stuff you'd expect from colour gangs, or even the more security conscious, less 'acceptable' criminals like triads or drug gangs. Apart from the violent initiation they practice various ritual scarring and end their ceremonies by drinking blood mix with sake. I wonder how much of this is a product of their implants, if they all had them, or whoever gave them the gear picked a gang who's culture would already support it.
The most interesting thing though is their corporate ties. They've apparently done dirty work, (like kidnapping homeless people for medical trials) for a company called Kamitouge Group, but recently broke from it in violent fashion. I suspect that link is the only reason they haven't faced a massive police crackdown, and it's only waiting now on Kamitouge to finish its own internal cleanup.
Bloodthirsty psychos with a lot of loyalty and fear of one another. It's a hard place to crack, but there are some weak points. Guys like this don't like to clean their own floors. The next night I pay a visit to a certain woman, and a large amount of money changes hands between us. I get floor plans, intelligence on the gang, ideas.
I'm set. I'll do it on Friday Night.