2012-08-24 - Loaded: Rebellion, It Always Sells at a Profit

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LOADED: Rebellion, It Always Sells at a Profit
Featuring: Miyuu Noboriyama and Shoji Yamashita (NPCed by Mariko Ohmukai)
IC Date: September 20, 2011
OOC Date: August 24, 2012
Location: Wild Duck Burger franchise, Sumaru
Summary: The traitor to the Yashida-kai conscripts a fall guy.

The procedure is that Miyuu Noboriyama gets a text message that says, in code, where to go to pick up and where to go to drop off. This time there was a message, but it told her to go to the Wild Duck Burger in Konan Ward. These kind of sit-downs are rare -- she may not have even had one since the last time she had to work her way into a new courier gig.

At one of the tables, a chubby older man with nine fingers and a decent suit sits, looking nervous but nursing a soda. He hasn't bought anything else. The drill is simple: order, sit down. If anyone asks, it'd be easy to pretend that the forty-something man is Miyuu's father.

Shoji Yamashita has done this before.


Miyuu is generally fine with this faceless arrangement. The fewer people she knows, the fewer have any reason to try and hurt her. She just makes her deliveries and picks up her money later. Today, being asked to a meeting, well. She doesn't like it. At a burger joint no less. She isn't sure what that means. She hopes she isn't being fired--her position is one she can probably just be fired from instead of implicated or something.

She's a little afraid of her line of work but it's so much easier and more lucrative than a normal job.

But she shows up when called anyway. She heads into the restaurant, looks briefly around until she spots her guy, moves to the counter and orders basically a kid's meal without the toy. She isn't very hungry. But she'll take the tray back and wordlessly sit down, sort of inclining her head a bit in a gesture of greeting. Hey, 'dad'.


Yamashita-san is the head accountant of the Yashida-kai -- and the man who controls Miyuu, insofar as her job couriering packs of heroin for them is concerned. Other folks get it into the country, usually from Cambodia and Vietnam. Miyuu drives to them to pick it up. They've long since stopped hitting on her. Then she drives to the Yashida-kai to drop it off and collect the money. The Yashida-kai are young men, for the most part, crass and without manners. They /haven't/ stopped hitting on her. Then she drops off the money and goes home and watches Netflix. Simple.

"Hmmh," Yamashita says, by way of greeting. He pushes his soda away, having lost interest. "I have an important job for you," he rasps, quietly. The advantage of meeting in Wild Duck Burger at this hour -- lunchtime -- is that it's busy, and it's easy to simply blend in with the crowd, and have conversations melt into the general chatter.

"If you do this, you get a bonus. Triple. No negotiation, no questions asked, just money in your pocket. Follow me?" The older man doesn't have much respect for Miyuu, but he at least isn't one to denigrate her to her face.


Miyuu doesn't put up with the flirtation with very good grace, but her cussing and rudeness only seems to incite certain brands of gangster to greater heights of harassment. As long as she can generally avoid touching, the game continues. She's considered Mariko's method, just sit there placidly and seem so overpoweringly bored, but it wouldn't really work for her and her temper.

So instead--well, she mostly works solo anyway. Driving country roads from the sea to inland. It's not a bad gig. It pays alright. And now Yamashita-san has her attention a bit with this talk of triple.

"Alright." Miyuu says around a bite of her burger. "If it's important."


"More important than anything you've ever done," Yamashita says, breathing in a wheeze through his piggy nostrils. He's sweating. The ring on his finger indicates that someone has married this. If 'love' was not almost certainly a tertiary concern at best in Yakuza marriages, it might give young folks second thoughts.

"When your next message arrives, it will tell you to go to the usual drop-off." Yamashita-san reaches into his breast pocket and takes out a small slip of paper, with microscopic writing on it -- in the same code as the texts. "Instead, you will go here. Keep that slip long enough to memorize it, then destroy it. Tell no one."

Yamashita-san coughs. "We are attempting to begin complex negotiations... that it would not do for some of our enemies to learn about yet." Miyuu: conscripted into a peace process?


Miyuu lifts her brows a bit, watching Yamashita squirm. She's only met him once or twice, and likely both left every meeting happy it was over. This will likely as not be no exception.

She takes the slip of paper, looks it over briefly, then tucks it into a front pocket of her jacket, intent on memorizing it outside of the burger joint at least, prior to the required destruction. "Alright. Go there next." She agrees.

"I won't go talking to anyone." She's independent, but the only way to be independent is to have a reasonable rep for keeping one's secrets, which thus far she has managed. On many fronts. She sips at her soda. "That it, just deliver?"


"Deliver. Return payment to the Vietnamese as usual." Shoji must be slipping. He's never actually identified who it was that Miyuu was picking up from -- although it was obvious that they weren't from Japan. It's a sharp stab toward what it is she's likely hauling -- and things are so much easier when one is in the dark.

"Contact me afterward, same as usual. The people you'll meet will have the money to take back to the ships, and then your payment will come through me." Usually, the two are a bundle -- a bag for the boys on the boat, an envelope for Miyuu. "You're going to meet... two people. One's a man. I don't know much about him other than he goes by 'Susumu.' The other is a woman. Gaijin. Just goes by 'Lady.' One of them might not be there. It's... hrnn." Yamashita makes an unappreciative noise.

"But if you do this, you won't just be paid, you'll be set for life. I won't forget this."


"Right. To the guys." Miyuu simply agrees, a flash of annoyance flickering across her face. Vietnamese. Yeah, she /knew/ that but she--oh well. This job sounds high stakes but obviously worth doing; her interest has spiked considerably despite her own very sensible attempts to contain it.

"Right, 'Susumu' and some gaijin, maybe." Miyuu agrees, filing away the details with more than her usual lackadaisical concentration. "I'll do it, don't worry. It's a job." A delivery job. Just like all the others. Except somehow not.


Yamashita nods, making his jelly neck quiver unappealingly, pinched as it is by his suit collar. "That's why I knew I could count on you," he reassures the girl. It sounds a little paternal -- not sexual, but still inappropriate.

He takes out a money clip and lays some notes down. "For your meal." It's more than enough. It's enough for 20 of the kids' meals, in fact. He stands. "Be ready," he utters, without explaining what it means, and then he begins to walk off, playing with his rings nervously, not looking back.


Miyuu just weathers the paternal wobbling with a faint shudder. She waits until he is gone at least, then pushes the tray away with its half-eaten burger. She cannot stomach the thought of any more fat entering her body at this particular moment.

She will scoop up the notes though, and scurry out of the building. Then she'll work on memorizing the paper. She won't destroy it this instant--she was never very good at tests--but she'll read it. And pause to consider if maybe she's being set up. But hey, first, maybe time to go buy a diet soda.

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