— And where can I find you a real case? I asked, sitting at the desk of my brand—new office in the newly completed headquarters.
In general, this Tarot buddy shows simply amazing results. How long has he been doing this there? Two weeks? During this time, he managed to put a fence around my territory, barracks, headquarters, one warehouse and a couple of landfills. Of course, all this is done in a hurry: prefabricated houses may not be good, but it will do for the first time. However, the construction did not think to end.
"You're the boss, you think," Svyatov replied. — But if you don't want to have sixty pieces of somehow trained meat on your hands at the beginning of the mess, then you'll come up with something. Why aren't you talking? — he finally turned to Kuroda, who was standing next to him. — Yours, by the way, would also be nice to put through a meat grinder.
Kuroda Asao is now the former security chief of Shidotemoru. Having found a replacement among family colleagues in the old service, he asked to join my personal squad. I asked, by the way, for any position, but I'm not a fool to put a former captain of the police special forces as a private.
— Through a meat grinder is just not necessary, — the Japanese replied. — A couple of raids will be enough. I can even set goals. These guys used to get on our nerves when I was working in the police.
— Do you want to start a war ahead of time? I asked sarcastically.
"They're from a different guild than the one Nakata Akemi is in. If everything is done cleanly, and we will do so, no one will think of us.
— How much confidence, — Svyatov remarked, and also maliciously. — Your yellowbubbies are probably already the coolest machos in town?
— Considering our intended goals and the fact that…
—That's enough," I stopped him. — Tired of arguing. I hope you understand that we will not be able to put all our people through the meat grinder? If we want to remain unrecognized.
The men standing next to my table exchanged glances. After which Svyatov shrugged his shoulders and gave out:
— That's why I say: you're the boss, you should think. I personally am not aware of all this fuss inside the guilds, so I can't plan anything.
— I'm basically the same, — Kuroda supported him. — After all, there were several other tasks in the special Forces, and I didn't get into this whole kitchen. Well, we can pinch a couple of personalities.
"They don't know," I grumbled. — Bandits — they are bandits. What the hell kind of training is there? It's easier to send you to the Free Lands for a week. That's where you have fun as much as you want.
— Hmm ... so I don't mind, — said Svyatov. "But what about the time?" And how so, for a week? It won't be enough.
—Free lands are too much," Kuroda objected either to me or to Svyatov. — With the current preparation, the losses will be great. And again, time. A week may not be enough, because you need to collect information first.
So joke with them after that.
— Okay, we'll leave the vacant lands for later. The targets for the raid, if there is one at all, I will consider. And now tell us what you have with attracting new people.
Svyatov was the first to speak:
— Well, since my colleague who does not know the language of people is silent, I will start. Kuroda only winced slightly at the Russian match. Sergeyich generally liked to troll him, but he responded with a maximum of a grimace. I myself was wondering when he would start answering. — Of those of my acquaintances who decided to take a risk and has a rank of at least a Warrior, two are heading here. One is my old friend and colleague, the other is... uh... my former commander. The only one of the thousand survivors of my destroyed clan. A very competent character. Has the rank of a Teacher. Well, my friend is a Veteran.
— Why ... hmm ... why he was not taken after childbirth. They weren't all destroyed, were they? I asked the question.
— He did not go himself, although he was offered. — After these words, Svyatov hesitated. — Let's just say that not all clans after the destruction of the ruling took revenge as actively as the clan Warriors. So he was offended.
"I see," I said, putting an end to this question. "Does he know how old I am?"
- of course. I explained this question to everyone at once.
— When will they be?
— In two weeks.
— That is, to the very beginning… Well, what do you say, a former policeman?
— Ahem. I also have two, these are the ones I can vouch for, who are without family and who are not in Shidotemoru yet. In short, they are Warriors and former sergeants. Snipers are specialists. I will note that I have not taken such courses and I do not understand the sniper business.
— Yes, no one understands us, — Sergeyich remarked.
"I see you don't like to mess with family," I said thoughtfully.
— I'm still not used to meeting the relatives of the victims.
"It's hard to get used to it," Svyatov chuckled somehow sadly. — Nevertheless, do not forget ... — And, squinting at me. — Okay, not that topic. We'll talk later.
— When will your sergeants be able to start work? I turned to Kuroda.
— In a couple of days.
— That's great. I think you can find a place for them?
—One for me," Svyatov said quickly.
"We'll see there," the Japanese replied.
Hmm... either a sniper in a company, or a sniper group.
"For now, let them look for students among our students," I said, rubbing my chin. — And there everything will depend on the situation. And, without giving Sergeyich a word to say, he waved his hand, repeating Kuroda's words: "It will be seen there. Everyone, go, while I think about your request.
After watching the couple leave the office, he leaned back in his chair. And, sighing heavily, he thought.
Well, for starters, the first thing that comes to mind is Yamashita. You can beat him up, too. But, to be honest, I don't like it. He didn't really do anything to me. Yes, he was rude, yes, he mocked, but he has already been punished for this. And if it wasn't for Taro's initiative, he wouldn't even be able to accuse me of anything. Saved my money? Well, I may not be an Eraser, but I can dirty a little worse. Fuck if he'd come to the auction. Except I wouldn't have been burned at the same time. Yes, what now. What matters to me now is that Yamashita didn't do anything to me. Yes, it's probably going to, but nothing has happened yet. Just don't think that I'm all white, fluffy and fair. I just don't feel right somehow. I know he's not a saint, but it seems like I'm pressing a child who doesn't understand anything. Oh-h... as if it didn't work out for me.
Next, we have the next group of the guild in which Akemi is a member. Well, it's completely deaf here. God forbid anyone finds out about my attack in the future. Of course, I took receipts from those I hire, just in case, and explained everything in words, but there are more than half of the youngsters who have blood in their veins. They'll say something wrong in some bar, and that's it, we can only hope that no one will pay attention to it. But they can also purposefully start to find out. In short, the Akemi Guild is rejected. And here is some other ... here it is necessary to think. Let's say everyone who needs and does not need to know about my raids. What's next? What will they think about?
But the first thing that comes to mind, if you look from the outside, is that a youngster, having recruited people, trains them for human meat. Which, in fact, is. I didn't touch my friend's guild, so I went to the neighbors. Here, however, the question is — why does he need such a squad at all? Few people know about Chesue, this situation is not so noticeable. We need to poke at it somehow. Carefully. For example, you can still do the book business, but in such a way that Chesue does not break. Should I open a couple of shops? Yes, I think I will. We just need to find the manager... again. Although there are no particularly trusted people here. Okay, that's a little later. Now that I've decided, I need to define goals. By the way, but you can also get financial benefits from this. But again, carefully. They'll think that was the real goal. Figs with her, with Garagarahaby, here's the question of how the aristocrats will react later. Hmm ... question. Oh! And if I try to make the target I have weakened robbed one of those with whom I will soon have to fight? After all, then I will collect more trophies. The main thing is that then he could not sell this something quickly. So that it will wait for me. But there is no way without Akemi, I have no way to collect the necessary information. Which means what? Right. Where's my cell phone?
—Hi, Sin," the woman replied almost immediately.
— And hello to you, a young beautiful girl. What are you doing? And is she busy?
— I'm working. I could almost see her shrug at that moment. — And what did you want?
— How about lunch at a restaurant?
— You're paying!
But it's funny. This will be the first time we go to a restaurant with her.
— Agreed, — I grinned. — Name the time and place.
* * *
"Well, you girls are completely mad," I said, looking at
three
bento. — Sheena, beauty, what is it?
"Not a bad way to train," she shrugged. — If you cook only for yourself, development stops.
You're still talking about the meaning of life.
— And the fact that two bento is quite enough for me, as if not in business, right?
— Everything is fine, you guys are not capable of this. Besides, you often don't eat Mom's lunch," she glanced at a couple of gluttons sitting next to me.
I strongly suspect that the main reason is still the competition with Aneko. Sheena loves this business. And for her, the main thing is the competition, not Aneko. Okay, it was never enough for a long time.
— You do understand that I do not intend to comment on the taste qualities of different bento? — And, glancing at the silent girl, he continued: — Besides, there remains such a thing as taste. Different people like different food, cooked in different ways... - I pulled her bento towards me. And, opening the box, froze for a while. — Okay, she's gone.
There was no rice in the bento Sheena had prepared. The one that I eat, though, but quite rarely. The devil knows my gastronomic preferences.
But nevertheless, three boxes of bento is a little more than necessary. I can eat it, of course, but I can't choke on it. So while I was emptying one box, Kagami's bento moved towards Raydon. And when he started the second one, Raydon moved it even further. The girls, by the way, noticed this maneuver of ours, I'm telling you for sure, but they didn't give a sign. Although what does it matter to them? Minus one competitor.