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The lunchtime Shinjuku crowd eyed the eight-car motorcade of black Lexus sedans as they turned off the busy main street of the bustling business distrid disappeared into a hole in the side of a futuristic-looking building. The black tinted shatter-proof glass windows and bullet-proof side panels suggested only ohing. Yakuza. The Japanese were used to seeing motorcades like this one all over town, but the presidential authority with which they cruised the streets never failed to inspire awe. Miakahashi was sitting in the back of the fifth car with his adviser Hirayama. In the front sat a heavily tattooed bodyguard in a black suit and the driver. Both Takahashi and Hirayama were on their cell phohe minister was talking politics with some gover bureaucrat while his saiko-komon was taking care of an altogether different kind of business.“Are you sure?” the adviser Hirayama was asking someo the other end of the line.
“Well, she’s Ameri. Her passport says her name is Diane Jane Joplin. About the age you mentioned and there is definitely a sole of some description in her luggage. We don’t see may Ameris of her age traveling alone and definitely ve9９liｂ?ry few with soles of that description in their luggage.”
Hirayama could barely believe his luck. Once again the sario analysis struct had been right on the money. Ohe Boston Yakuza had reported that they hadn’t found the sole at Joplin’s house, Hirayama had moved into high gear. The software had narrowed the places she would go to New York, New a or Tokyo. He had rushed to issue notices to the Yakuza’s informants in the airlines and Japanese s to call his cell phone as soobbr></abbr>n as someoting her description otted, within the forty-eight hours.
“Did you find out where she’s staying?”
“Of course, your instru<var>.</var>s were clear. She said she was staying at the Keio Plaza Hotel.”
“Description?”
“I have her data in front of me. Oer seventy. Slim with brown eyes and mousy blonde, almost-brown, hair. Keeps it in a pony tail. Quite pretty in that Ameri way. She didn’t look excited like most tourists do when they visit a civilized try for the first time. I’d say she looked sad and a bit lost.”
“Good work. You will be rewarded through the usual el.” Hirayama pressed a button oiny phone and slipped it into his suit pocket. The minister was still on the phohe deep boom of his voice filling the car as it slid into one of the reserved parking slots o the other Lexus sedans. The heavies, all dressed in black, were already lined up o the car park exit waiting to usher their master through.
The fact that the Boston Yakuza hadn’t found the sole after ransag Joplin’s sprawling house had been a setback but the gods had set things right with this the latest piece of news. Miakahashi would be pleased although Hirayama knew his boss well enough to believe that he wouldn’t show it. Things were slowly being brought under trol. He had successfully ma Yamamoto’s ill-gotten funds uhe minister’s trol and the minister had wired a small fortuo one of Hirayama’s own ats. Loyalty had its value and Hirayama’s unfling loyalty was beginning to pay dividends. Yet, the true prize would be Yamamoto’s position within the Yamaguchi-gumi hierarchy. That job was now vat and he hoped that the oyabun would see fit to elevate him to that position.
The position of saiko-komon or personal adviser, though powerful, was an untenable one. Yes, he had access to information that other Yakuza would give their lives for, yet, trary to tradition, he had no gangs of his own under his own trol. It was a deliberate state of affairs instituted by the oyabun. If the oyabun fell, he would fall too by proxy. His fate was irretrievably tied to that of Nobu Takahashi. Hirayama khe gang structure better thaakahashi himself. He was familiar with the dynamics of every aspect of this black cloud that reached into every aspect of Japanese society. Who better thao be sed in and? He suspected that after Yamamoto’s treachery Takahashi would move to promote someorustworthy, more trollable. And who was more trustworthy or more trollable than Hirayama himself? At least that is what he wanted his<mark></mark> boss to believe. Yet, being so close had its disadvaakahashi could decide that Hirayama koo mud that if he was made sed-in-and it would be too dangerous. Also, there were others in the ranks clam for Yamamoto’s position.
That was the very reason they were here today in one of the Yamaguchi-gumi’s many ercial buildings i藏书网n Shinjuku. The heads had requested an impromptu meeting to be updated on the Yamamoto fiasco, a mere ruse to sound out the oyabun on whom he would handpick to fill the vacuum created by the traitor’s death. They would be reading the oyabun’s eyes carefully to dis who his preference was and Takahashi himself would be reading their minds to see who wahe job most and what their motivations were. And Hirayama would sit there detached, watg the whole silent game of cat and mouse from a position of absolute objectivity. He khe oyabun would ask him privately who he thought wahe job. His response would have to be well thought out, strategic. It would be a way to isolate his enemies within the ranks and they were many.
Takahashi finished his phone versation as they ehe marble lobby of the building and moved towards the bank of elevators. Even though he was wearing dark glasses, everyone in the lobby reized Nobu Takahashi for who he was and gave their deepest bow as the black-clad group of Yakuza strode towards the private elevators. A security guard bowed deeply and ied his key card. The elevator doors opened and the men walked inside, surrounding their boss like vultures around a dead corpse. Hirayama felt slightly unfortable with all that flesh around him.
“Takahashi-san, that was s at the airport. The girl is in town. For what I do not know but she is booked into the Keio Plaza Hotel right here in Shinjuku.”
“Hmm,” Takahashi grunted as the elevator sped towards the penthouse offi the top floor of the building. The minister had already overheard the versation and was showing his impatie having the informatioed even though it was Hirayama’s duty to report it.
“Should we pick her up?”
“No. Put a detail on her. Nothing spicuous. Report what she’s up to. She’s in Japan for a purpose. Let’s see what she gets up to. Even more important, lets see who else is oail.” All this said while Takahashi was looking up at the ceiling of the elevator, admiring the detail of the décor.
“Of course, oyabun.”
“If nothing happens iy-four hours, kill her arieve the sole.”
“Of course.”
“And the other ohe hacker?”
“I have some men on it. They are following our quarry to Hong Kong. He seems to have made some iing friends.”
“Agency?”
“Yes oyabun.”
“Hmm.”
“Oyabun?”
“Hong Kong is an iing choice isn’t it?”
“It is indeed.”
“There is only one agency that has the resources on the ground to mount that kind of operation from Hong Kong and that resorts to the low level tactics of freelance hackers.”
“Yes. HYDRA. Bruce Fouler.”
“This is all getting very iing,” Takahashi said simply as they emerged into an exquisite room filled with the kyodai, the top dogs of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
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