#and the Sano’s know the gang is tied to one of their competitors in the legal side of their business

[sanomanjiroceo]

Mikey dialed Shin’s number and waited for his brother to answer.

“Hey Mikey,” his brothers voice chirped through the phone. “What’s up?”

“They found something,” he said in a clipped tone. “The little spy I placed inside Obake finally got some information that we can actually use. The name of a higher up. Apparently he was part of the most recent attempt on Bells, the shooting before Christmas.”

Shin swore through the phone. He hadn’t wanted to be involved, not really. When he’d left the Black Dragons for a new generation so many years ago, he’d tried to turn a new leaf and stay on the right side of the law. Most of the time that is. It was easier to clean up the messes of your siblings if you yourself stayed clean. Because of that, he tended to avoid things involving Bonten, which his siblings respected.

This time was different though. His siblings were in danger and there was finally something he could do to help. There was even a chance this man was directly involved in the shooting that nearly killed his sister two months ago. So he would put aside his hesitation to get involved, especially when Shinichiro Sano had a special talent at getting information out of someone.

“Have you already picked him up?” Shin asked, no trace of any emotion in his voice.

Mikey hummed on the other side of the phone. “Yes, they just got him.”

“What’s the address?”

“The shipping warehouse over by the docks,” Mikey replied. “He’s in container 4628. I’m almost there. Call when you arrive and I’ll meet you outside.”

Mikey hung up the phone, revving the engine of his bike and taking off. They’d gone months without a lead, no idea who had the hit out on himself and Bellamy but they may have finally caught a break. The man they’d captured was supposedly one of Obake’s executives. Kidnapping him was dangerous and could spark a gang war, but at this point, Mikey didn’t give a shit. He’d slice down every person in the goddamn gang until there wasn’t a single one left if that’s what it took. The streets would run red by the time he was done.

He took a breath to calm the rage bubbling under his skin as he pulled up to the shipping warehouse and waved to his guards. Mikey didn’t go in, knew that this was something Shin needed to do. If Mikey went in there, the man would be dead within two minutes and they wouldn’t get any information. Shin on the other hand would spend hours in there and hopefully learn something useful.

Shin’s ‘68 Camaro pulled up about fifteen minutes later and the older man stepped out of the car, a large black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He walked up to Mikey, face devoid of all emotion. “He in there?” Mikey nodded. “Have you been in?”

“No,” Mikey replied. “Thought you should go first.”

The corner of Shinichiro’s mouth twisted up into a smirk. “That’s probably for the best. Go on home, I’ll call you when I’m done with him and then he’s all yours.” Shin didn’t say another word as the two guards blocking the entrance to the shipping container stepped aside and allowed him entrance. Mikey stared for a moment before heeding his brothers words and going home. He’d get his turn soon enough.