Voyage of the Colonel Darvish

Cock of the Walk

Maze and entourage head toward Maggie's

The group was out of place in the dilapidated city that was San Francisco. 4 well dressed men and a woman in partial geisha attire, looked comical. They would be travelling only on only Japanese territory so most people steered wide when they saw the group coming. This was not a group to be trifled with by design. When Maze’s uncle had run the organisation the mood was a bit more clandestine, but Yasuda had brought back old ways. Strutting bbraggarts was the official dress code. Not just your attire but the appearance and your entourage.

Maze had a dislike of this. He had always preferred to stay subtle and quiet, he was now forced into a “look at me-I’m dangerous” charade. The group was in fact dangerous, very dangerous, but like a top wild west gunfighter, sometimes there would be someone gunning for you, trying to take your place as baddest of the bad. The group arrrived at Maggie’s, Maze wanted to make sure she would alibi him as to his whereabouts when the Rock Tiwns were killed.

Leaving his entourage behind, he was escorted into Maggie’s domicile. The wait was short as Margaret hobbled into the room and spoke, “What you back here for? We get job done, Yasuda promise payment…you better not be fucking with me.” Maze answered, “No, no, no, Doctor Suzuki. There is a question of where I was yesterday. Seems someone thought I was in two places at once.” “Ahh,” Margaret replies, " Let me guess you in trouble with boss…fuck wrong girl maybe? You dressed up like an idiot so you must be going to see Yasuda….you need alibi."

“You are very perceptive Doctor,” Maze replies “Yes I am just looking for the truth to be told nothing more.” “Yasuda pay, and I tell him you were fucking me if you like” Margaret was crass and louder even than her usual caustic self. “Just the truth, I brought a down payment to hold you over until the rest of the payment arrives,” Maze dropped a stack of Japanese script on the table before her.

“Be tough to lie that you WERE NOT there,” she says scooping up the script, “Have to kill at least six, seven people to shut them all up for that lie.” Maze smiled as Suzuki spun away from him, Suzuki finishing “I let everyone know we were having relations all day yesterday.” Maze looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. He was reasonably assured that Suzuki and the Sea Horse Captain would place him at the docks and on the boat at the time that the Rock Twins were killed.

Maggie spins on her fake leg and disappears down a hallway. Maze heads back out to the party and tells them where they will go next, Alieolies. Alieolie was an trusted errand boy running a bicycle and rickshaw messenger and delivery service. Due to his people being able to move about rapidly and without a lot of question he also did some “listening” on the side.

Maze thought as the group set off again, “For all her bluster and ball-busting, Maze was confident Maggie understood that any problem that would send him down there bearing cash and looking for confirmation en route to seeing Yasuda was something that could bite her in the ass, too.” He worried that If they—whoever the fuck “they” actually were—we’re willing to casually, and messily, clip the Rock Twins, another half-dozen bodies might not be a problem.

Maze had brought his own script to pay off Maggie, he’d worried about any rift between Maggie’s shop and the Organization. That could be ugly. He wasn’t sure it would be prudent to confide in Suzuki about the real driving force behind this little visit, not least because she likely wouldn’t give a shit. But she was nothing if not a practical and prudent old sea hag. She’d protect what she had going here—both for herself and with the Organization, even if she thought Yasuda a clown. “Better the clown you know…,” and all that.

It was less than an half an hour walk until Alieolie’s place

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