Hera, Rakshesha, and Valkyrie were left dumbfounded by Izanami's outrage. They felt like they witnessed something new, something profound about Izanami's true nature.
"Well, that's a first." Valkyrie commented, looking at her two battle sisters while being dumbfounded.
"Now we know the bitch's weakness." Rakshesha chuckled slyly.
Then, the handsome server uttered something again.
"Is there anything that I could help you with?" The server insisted.
The three Queenswomen shook their heads in unison, rejecting the server's help.
The handsome gladly smiled at them.
"If you need assistance, just yell. Arigato." The strikingly handsome server offered.
The server humbly bowed in front of them and left the Queenswomen alone.
The Queenswomen's conversation fell into silence and kept drinking their respective coffees until two minutes later.
Suddenly, Izanami left the bathroom and rushed towards them.
"Let's get this over with." Izanami muttered with conviction, her light-silver eyes narrowed, her perfect, pinkish full lips determined and her fists clenched.
The three Queenswomen rose in unison, filled with the determination to finish the objective.
"Our target is booked in a 4-star hotel, situated in a prime location in the Ginza district." Hera explained.
"We need to act fast, silent and coordinated. He's heavily guarded by a dozen of elite mercenaries." Hera added, her voice firm and authoritative.
Rakshesha scoffed.
"Elite." She quoted with a smirk
"They will become amateurs when they face the Queenswomen." Rakshesha said, full of pride and confidence.
The other three Queenswomen didn't respond to her arrogant remarks.
"Let's go." Hera commanded.
The conversation in the coffee shop flowed with a mix of camaraderie, distrusts and tensions. Though, Hera, Rakshesha, Valkyrie, and Izanami already had shared their insights and aligned their goals, their words interwoven with the promise of action and guarding each other's six.
Before leaving the coffee shop, they exchanged nods of understanding, each woman rising with a grace that commanded attention.
With a final glance around the opulent settings, Hera lead the way toward the exit. The staff, including the handsome server, attended to them with utmost respect, sensing the formidable presence of the Queenswomen. As they stepped out in the afternoon sun, the city of Tokyo lay before them, bustling with life and opportunities.
Meanwhile, across town, a black sedan wound its way through the intricate web of Tokyo's street.
Inside, Risa Rourke sat beside her sister, Daffodil, her heart was filled with storm of emotions. The weight of past decisions and the impending confrontations with her son, Ray, bore heavily upon her.
As the Queenswomen's limousine disappeared into the amidst of traffic, leaving Sakura's coffee shop behind, Risa's car approached a familiar neighborhood. The houses here were a blend of traditional and modern, reflecting the dynamic spirit of the city.
Each turn brought them closer to the house that held a significant part of Risa's past.
The black sedan came to a halt outside a modest yet well-kept house. The exterior, with its mix of Japanese aesthetics and contemporary touches, stood as a testament to Ray and her former husband's efforts to create a home amidst the chaos of their past.
Risa's breathe caught in her throat as she gazed at the place she once knew, now filled with the essence of the son she had left behind.
Daffodil, knowing her playful, deceptive and insensitive nature, placed a comforting hand on her older sister.
"Do you believe this is a great idea?" Daffodil asked, her eyes filled with a mix of doubt and understanding.
Risa didn't respond. Her face started to sweat and her heart was pounding like a drum.
"As much as I'd like to see my nephew for the first time, I think we're going to receive a lot of hell from your son." Daffodil voiced her opinion.
Risa didn't respond again. Her composure was unwavering, her hands started to sweat and shake.
Risa took a deep breathe to calm herself. After a minute silence, she regained a little of her composure.
With trembling hands, Risa stepped out of the car, her heart didn't stop pounding with each step toward the front door. The path seemed interminable, each step echoing with the weight of years lost and the wounds unhealed.
Risa now stood on the precipice of her own emotional journey. She raised her fist and knocked gently, the sound reverberating through the quiet afternoon.
The door opened but to Risa's surprise, it wasn't Ray who opened the door....
It was Sakura Himura, the wife of her former husband and the stepmom of her son.