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The Wrecking Crew; [Jimmy, Mayu. Closed]
Topic Started: Jan 4 2014, 07:03 PM (209 Views)
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James Takahara's Apartment

Jimmy sent the PM at exactly the same time he did the last time, just like she said. He sighed. Just what was his life coming to?

Later. He can question himself later. He thought of Mayu.

He thought of Mayu a lot recently. How tranquil she looked while she slept. How tightly she grabbed her elbow, the way the calloused skin at her knuckles turned a pale white when he...

He slapped himself. That was a 'later' item as well. Right now, Daisuke Nomura had a date with the Reaper, and Jimmy was gonna play the middleman. He took out a slip of paper with a phone number he'd scanned from the internet.

He picked up his house phone, and called the number. Their was a brief spat of conversation, then he recited his credit card number. Another short wait, then he taped a voice recorder, with a several hours long tape in it to the receiver of the phone. The voice recorder had a few short phrases and monosyllabic grunts recorded onto it, enough to fool someone who wasn't really paying attention - or was paid to stay on the phone.

Calling a sex line for a couple hours was expensive, but no one would doubt his alibi if questioned. He grinned at the simple, pragmatic beauty of it.

Now that that was settled, it was time to infiltrate the construction site. He grabbed what he was quickly thinking of as his 'burglar's pack', and flew out of the front door, quickly checking if it was locked on the way out.
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He made it to the site in record time. Mayu wasn't anywhere in sight, but he was early. The padlock was still off the gate - Nomura was still at work. Good. He slipped inside, making sure to stay clear of the windows of Nomura's office. He could see the fat bastard on the phone, his attention entirely diverted from anything happening in the site.

Jimmy took a circuitous route, eventually ending up near the light blue Conn-ex box that was the employee break room. From here, he could be just around the corner from Mayu when she set up Nomura. He could reach the mixer in a few seconds (which he parked near the designated hole, spinning gaily away) and get pouring before Nomura even knew what happened.

Perfect. Now, the wait.
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The current plan was rather difficult for Mayu to wrap her head around. Why? Because she was used to be the killer or assaulter, not the bait. Such were the wonders of working in pairs.

Whatever should she do?

The girl had thought long and hard about such a thing while looking at herself in a somewhat cracked pocket mirror she had gotten from a previous gig. Someone like her didn't exactly look approachable, by any meaning of the word. The man would be alarmed before he even approached her.

Perhaps she should go the girly route?

Do something with your hair.

'Fuck you.'

Her choice was surprisingly simple, in fact - a small change of wardrobe. Nothing overly expensive; thrift stores would do the trick nicely. In a trip, she found a nice denim medium-length skirt, which would certainly help with blending in with people her age. Underneath it, of course, she wasn't at all unarmed; just above the tight shorts she wore, were strapped a few basic things, such as her switchblade for self defense.

Other than that, she picked out a simple blue T-shirt matching her eyes nicely, along with a plain brown jacket to shield herself from cold properly. After tying up her hair in its usual ponytail and putting on her preferred sneakers for running, she was ready.

She took a look at herself, coming to the conclusion she hit the target image - she looked like anyone her age, thus it would be hard to pin things on a dark cloth wearing hobo living in the other side of town; she could easily pass by local workers if necessarily since she looked like a wife or sister; and most of all, she didn't look hostile. Of course, the skirt wasn't exactly the best option for running, but it was not like she'd look just as friendly without it.

The trap was set.

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Mayu did her best to train on having a non-smiling, yet pleasant expression on her face while walking all the way to the site, so not to look like she was about to kill someone anyway.

Considering the permanent scowl formation on her face, that proved difficult.

She noticed the padlock was off - perfect, she wasn't late. Though before she even walked into the area, she took a peek at the place. It seemed deserted; she assumed Jimmy was hidden, the victim was alone in the office, and everyone else had left.

After making sure of such a thing with visual cues alone, she walked in. Her eyes fixed temporarily on the office before she aimed to go to the sinkhole that would be Nomura's grave. Crouching fully, she peeked down onto it.

Would they be fast enough?
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Jimmy peeked from behind his cover. He scanned the site for Mayu, passing his eyes over some cute girl that had walked into the site by accident.

Wait.

He looked again. ...Mayu? Why'd she look so...

So... girl next door? Was this how she would look if she wasn't forced to be a bitter killer by circumstance? Jimmy shook his head. Nagashima robbed so many people of healthy lives.

The look looked good on her, but... he resigned himself to probably never seeing it again. This was Mayu from a different world, a different timeline, only here long enough to enable them to carry out their deed.

His heart was already beating - he didn't make a habit of killing people after all - but for reasons he perhaps knew but didn't want to acknowledge, his heart increased its beat a few paces.

He ducked behind the box again.

A skirt! Mayu in a skirt.

Then... he remembered why he was here. And suddenly, Mayu in a skirt wasn't such a big deal anymore. Today he crossed a line. And he hoped he was ready.
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Daisuke Nomura hung up his cell phone, and rubbed his eyes. Why wouldn't his bitch wife shut up about her damn problems? He brought the money in, it was her responsibility to raise the kids and do the housework. So what if didn't come home most nights?

Nothing but yapping. And that... incident a couple days ago. Daisuke convinced himself it didn't happen, that Bunpei had just run away, like the other eight.

The best liars, after all, were the ones who didn't believe they were lying.

He took his hands away from his eyes, and immediately, he saw the cute young girl squatting above one of those goddamned sinkholes.

He broke into a cold sweat. Was she... was she police? He started hyperventilating. Oh god, what if she knew? What if? He was sure no one had seen him pour the concrete mix...

No matter. She could disappear.

He opened a drawer, and removed a small pocket pistol, a little thing in .380. Highly illegal, but Daisuke Nomura was an important man, and an important man should have a way of protecting himself.

He checked the gun to see if it was loaded, and tucked it into his front pocket. He got up, and left his cell phone on the desk. It wouldn't be too hard to dispose of one woman.

She would just disappear. Like so much other trash in this city. Like Bunpei, terrible he would run away, just disappear, but, what a shame, right?

He put his best friendly (read: shit eating) grin on his face. He'd say how do you do, then when she wasn't looking, put one in the back of her head, with the muzzle pressed to her skull. Easy. No one would even hear the little snap-bang.

He exited his office, put his hand in his pocket over the gun, and approached the woman. He stopped near the hole, close to Mayu.

"Ma'am? Very sorry, but it's too dangerous here for a lone girl." He smiled, genially. He was sweating pretty freely. "I must ask you to leave."

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Jimmy heard a voice, and peeked out. There he was, the mark.

He narrowed his eyes. Why was he sweating so much?
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As soon as the woman heard the sound of footsteps reaching her well trained ears, she slowly rose back up. Her look was one of pure, innocent curiosity. She let her gaze linger on the sinkhole before it turned towards the man.

To give herself a good chance of winning in a potential close quarters combat, she took a couple steps back, making sure to look like she felt guilty over getting so close to that location. That would give her enough footing space to swing Nomura's own momentum against him, whether he tried to push her in, run, or assault her with any possible concealed weapon.

Knowing her luck, he probably had a firearm.

At least that was the conclusion she drew once carefully watching his posture. The smile was practically shouting 'fake' to the four winds. The man looked very nervous, and his hand was conveniently placed over a pocket, instead of free to push her out if necessary.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She faked a slightly pained expression. "I'm not supposed to be here? The lock was open, and I thought I heard something odd, so..." She trailed off, glancing to said entrance, deciding to give off the idea that she realized it was pure imagination.

"I will be leaving now, apologies for disturbing." Using a complicated vocabulary after so long was actually difficult.
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Heard something odd.

Daisuke's smile faltered. His face twitched. Heard something odd. What strange terminology...

Could Bunpei have... no. No, he couldn't have. He was under several tons of concrete. Several tons of concrete. Several tons of...

His mind trailed off to nonsense.

she knows she knows she knows she knows

His hand went to his pocket. He drew the pocket .380, his fat finger barely fitting in the trigger guard. His hand was shaking, badly. He gulped, and fought down the urge to urinate.

"You... you bitch." he said, quietly, almost in a whisper. "What do you know? You know! You know! Tell me what you know!"

His voice rose to a fever pitch on the last sentence. He was getting hysterical. Days of hiding his guilt had eroded his mind - he'd imagined every glance to be an accusation, every conversation a discussion of snitching on him, every call of his name to be an arrest order. To say Nomura wasn't thinking clearly was like saying cars have trouble driving in a straight line. with three popped tires and a missing steering wheel.
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"Eh?" Mayu decided to indulge herself in that interaction for a little while longer, despite the man having drawn his gun. He seemed guilty over his actions, but was pushing that down so to get away with it; most did, unfortunately. She almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

The girl didn't step back, but rose her hands as if entirely innocent, her eyes widening forcefully. "W-Wait! What are you talking about?" Feigning ignorance wouldn't get her rid of that sticky situation, she was aware, but the man was more prone to underestimate someone who actually looked scared and submissive.

Ever so discreetly, she planted her left foot rather strongly on the ground, preparing herself to move, while the other applied little to no pressure. She'd most likely have to disarm him before throwing him in, after all.

"Please, I'll just go away! I didn't see anything!"
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"No you bitch, you saw everything! Everything! ADMIT IT!" Nomura screamed the last part. His finger began to squeeze the trigger...

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Jimmy couldn't take it. He couldn't watch this. He couldn't watch this fat fuck take out two people he gave a shit about. He made to step out from behind the Conn-ex box, when a lightning-bolt of pain stabbed him right between the eyes. It was a painful migraine - John had triggered it to stop him.

"John!" Jimmy whispered, clenching his teeth in pain.

She's got this. Trust her.

"I can't, I can't let him do this! Not again!" Jimmy said. He was getting a little louder than he intended.

Trust her! Shut up and wait for her goddamn signal! Mother of god you are a stubborn sumbitch!

"NNNGH!" Jimmy grunted out as John's migraine doubled in intensity. It felt (how apt) like hammers striking nails into his head.

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Nomura heard the anguished grunt, and turned his head to the noise. His finger released pressure on the trigger, Mayu temporarily being forgotten.

"What the fuck was that...?" Nomura said. "More undercover police?"
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A strong feeling of worry invaded Mayu's mind as she heard the grunt, and for a split second, she lost her composure, her gaze moving towards the general location where it had come from; after a wake up call from Throne, however, she quickly snapped out of it.

The target was distracted.

That was all she need to know in order to act. She took a step to the side, so not to be facing the perpetrator directly. Then, she proceeded to strike the back of Nomura's hand as hard as she possibly could with her own, with the goal of breaking the wrist, which would cause him to drop the weapon before getting to fire a single bullet.

Hopefully.
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She didn't have to worry. The sharp, precise blow shattered Nomura's wrist (it was a few degrees off from where she intended) with a noise like someone stepping on a pile of dry leaves. The gun bounced off the ground, falling into the hole. Nomura never got to find out he'd left the safety on. He sank to his knees, his face screwed up in a grimace of pain. It was the first time he'd broken anything in his life.

He was in over his head, at the mercy of this strange woman. He whimpered in pain, his eyes squeezing out tears from between his eyelids clamped shut.

"I-I'm sorry." Nomura said. "I-I'm sorry! Oh god, I never.... oh god, please don't kill me! I'm so sorry!"

His tears turned into blubbering.

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For Jimmy, the migraine ceased instantly. He sank forward, touching his head to the cool earth, breathing heavily. He panted for a second.

I told you to trust her. Look.

Jimmy sat back up, and peeked out again. Nomura was on his knees, his hand hanging down at an unnatural angle. The gun was nowhere to be seen. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god."
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That went better than Mayu had anticipated, though she didn't particularly enjoy the fact the gun fell into the pit. The man would end up there as well, and even though his hand was broken, if they didn't act fast enough, he could shoot it.

Gunshots in a silent area is a big no no.

"Please don't kill me? Really?" Her ever so pleasant disposition disappeared, and it was as if Mayu was her normal self again. "This sounds kinda familiar, if y'ask me. Like, what was goin' through the dude's head when you did it, y'know."

Cue given, she grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, and proceeded to drag him towards the sinkhole. "Now, c'mere."
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