Tokyo Noir: The Complete First Season by Matthews J. Scott

Author:Matthews, J. Scott [Matthews, J. Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

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The next day, Tengu and his men were at it with the same trick, but a different guy. One who didn’t scare so easily.

“Alright, Asai, let’s try this again.”

“Fuck you!”

Tengu sighed, then nudged the chair closer to the edge with his foot. “See, I’m not saying you’re the killer per se. But—let’s be honest here—you’ve done this sort of thing before.”

“Fuck you!”

Tengu shook his head and nudged the chair again. “As much as I enjoy our mental sparring like this, I’m going to need to get some answers from you here. You’re already dangerously close to the edge.”

“I ain’t fucking talking to you, or that cunt Vasili!”

“See, that’s the other thing that made me think of you. Because you used to do some freelancing for The Rock, before you two had your falling out. Left on rather bad terms, as I recall. So I’m thinking, here’s this guy going around killing people, the way you like to, and targeting Vasili and those close to him. So that’s why I wanted us to have this little chat here. Set the record straight, you know? Give you a chance to plead your case.”

“I don’t know shit. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you nothing!”

Tengu nodded to one of his soldiers, who affixed something to the chair. He nodded at Tengu when he was done.

“So you’re just going to leave me hanging?” Tengu asked.

“Fuck you!”

“Kinda hoping you’d say that at this point.” With that, Tengu gave the back of the man’s chair a hard shove with his boot, sending it plunging into the darkness below. The cord that his man, Fujita, had attached to it snapped taut once Asai had fallen about ten feet. Tengu peered down to see him hanging upside down from the chair he was tied to. It rocked back and forth against the compacted wall of dirt that formed part of the schism.

“Fuck you, Tengu!”

“Okay, just having some fun. Fujita, Hori, haul him up.”

His men joined him on the ledge over the pit and peered down.

“But, boss, it’s three in the morning,” Fujita announced in a loud voice. “We’ve been at it for nine hours straight. It’s quittin’ time.”

“Yeah, union rules,” Hori chimed in.

“But we’re right in the middle of something!” Tengu said with a smile.

“Rules are rules, boss,” Hori said.

“Damn these new union regulations!” Tengu shouted down into the pit. “Well, we’ll pick up here first thing in the morning, then.”

“No, fuck you! You don’t just leave me down here!” Asai shouted. The rope holding him up began vibrating as he struggled in his chair.

“Rules say we get at least twelve hours between shifts.”

“Fine! Afternoon, then!” Tengu said.

“You son of a whore!”

Asai wailed and cursed as the footfalls on the concrete above retreated. Then the lights went out. He was left dangling there in the dark.

True to their word, Tengu and his men returned exactly twelve hours later. They hauled Asai up and set him down. He was woozy from the blood that had pooled in his head overnight.

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