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RM Vol 3: For a World without Boundary – Chapter 59-2: Happenstances elsewhere (Part 2)



RM Vol 3: For a World without Boundary – Chapter 59-2: Happenstances elsewhere (Part 2)

"Godmother." A tan, muscular man stands by the doorway. "The crew brought them back." The man then bows respectfully at the figure obscured by a leather-cushioned armchair.

As the chair turns around, it's revealed to the muscular man that the figure on the chair is Yuki or at least a temporal clone of her with some key differences... Not that the man seems to know the true nature of the Godmother of the posse anyway. He also has no courage to venture beyond his bounds, thus being disrespectful to the one who has done more good to this godforsaken neighborhood than the government itself.

Moving on. Before saying anything, Yuki moves a hand to discard the ash of her cigar in a tray. This Yuki, unlike the others, is older, going into her mid-twenties. Taller, with her body flourishing in the important areas, she can be seen wearing a 3-piece wool suit, custom-fit to her preference: The suit is of a charcoal color with faint pinstripes. It has a single-breasted jacket with two buttons, notch Lapels, and structured shoulders. There are no hip pockets in sight. Additionally, the waistcoat has six visible buttons. As a finishing touch, just to create her imposing persona, Yuki trades out her usual medical eyepatch for a simple, yet effective eyepatch that is of the same color and quality as the rest of her suit.

In short, this Yuki means business. Now that something has required her to move out from the chair where she runs the posse, the muscular gangster knows that shit is about to hit the fan. More often than not, such a case would end in the absolute elimination of an opposition group. However, on this particular occasion, things may grow to be much more gruesome than before. Someone has truly touched the bottom line of the Godmother today, and there will be Hell to raise. When Yuki stands up from her seat, the gangster smoothly steps aside, letting Yuki pass before following behind her dutifully. Even though the gangster hasn't said much, Yuki knows just where she is needed. Yuki's feet carry her past groups of gangsters, all armed and blooded who are laboring at or guarding the dock warehouse that her posse has secured as a base of operation. Along the way, she receives respectful greetings from her subordinates as they make a path for her.

Soon, Yuki finds herself stepping down a catwalk, on her elevated position, she can see one of her crews surrounding a bounded and bruised female. No, she's not bound for humiliation of any kind, such an act is unfit for her posse and risks incurring an execution by her executives if any are to do that to a captive. Professionals have standards, and Yuki'll be damned if her posse falls to the level of mobs and hoodlums.

Joining her crew below, with them creating a clearing for her, Yuki eyes the bound captive with a hint of derision. Then, she turns to look to the side. By the warehouse's wall, bodies are laid respectfully down on blankets, bodies belonging to one of her crews that got ambushed. Grieving members of her posse come to pay respect to the dead one by one, some even bring along their families or those of the deceased. Sooner or later, the ground floor will be full of emotionally charged members of the posse. They'll be calling out for the blood of those who dare harm their brothers and children. Such a tragic loss of dozens of men was the first ever since the creation of this posse a year ago. Casualties are to be expected in their endeavor to make the slum areas are worthy place to live in, but not to this extent. Something has gone way off the rail for one of Yuki's crew to face near-complete decimation. Not by demons, but by the human hands. Yuki is now having one of the culprits bound and on the floor right now.

Still, it saddens Yuki to see the subordinates that she has nurtured go off and die like that. "Look how they butchered my boys..." Her voice was laden with heartache as she watched the families of the deceased identify their lost ones.

Yuki is feeling a mixture of grief and rage, even though she has built up a resistance to it. She has seen how these men and women maintain their hope and strive for a better future. Against demons and low lives that threaten their very survival and integrity as a human being, these people bite back harder against them, and against a regime that leaves them to rot. The slums of Brazil are a place of decay and corruption, yet amid the foul matters of society, there's a fierce flame in the hearts of these common men and women.

Yuki has set out to South America, picking Brazil as her first harbor for the eventual subsumption of the South American nations. At first, Yuki viewed Brazil as an easy target to build up her influence, which she did. Yet as time goes on, Yuki sees the worth in these bright souls, trapped in the unforgiving slums by the very government that has given them their nationality. Seeing the potential of these people, Yuki has ventured out to help them in many ways that she can, utilizing the resources of ONI to build herself not a mob or a gang, but a posse ironically enough. Correct, they're not a group of hoodlums, but a group working toward a common, greater goal, a simple brighter future.

Unfortunately, their growing presence in the slums has grown to be enough of an eyesore that the corrupt government officials have started to make their moves. This has culminated in the casualties they have today, one that is highly suspicious too. The ambushed crew had been going out on a trip to distribute precious supplies to an outlying town that's at the edge of the demonic advance in Brazil. The paths they took were a matter of need-to-know basis, with the crew armed with enough firepower to deter any greedy gang, buying enough time for the rest of the posse to send a QRF. Yet, the QRF arrived far too late on this occasion, with the crew barely having anyone alive and their supplies taken or burned. Immediately, Yuki pulled out all the stops to investigate the murder of more than twenty of her subordinates. This ultimately results in the woman beneath her feet right now.

The person of interest is a Hispanic woman and quite a pretty one at that. She has managed to climb far in the social ladder of the slum areas recently. She could have been a potential seedling to cultivate if not for her doing the unthinkable, spying on Yuki's posse for one of Brazil's regional governors. Funnily enough, she accepted being a spy, not because of greed but because she wanted to maintain a status quo. This stupid woman fears the changes that the posse may bring to her homeland. Taking a colder, harsher look at the woman, Yuki steps forward before crouching down near her level.

"You're smart, smart enough to fool my security for some time. Were you siding with me and not doing this..." Yuki gestured with the hand that held her cigar toward the bodies by the wall. Sighing, she continues. "A shame." Her words caused the woman to look up at her hatefully.

Undeterred by the gaze that is awfully lacking compared to that of a Ustian Conscript, Yuki presses the half-finished cigar on the woman's forehead, causing her to yelp in pain. That burn will leave a mark for later.

Standing up, Yuki moves back to where she was earlier, motioning to the gun of the muscular gangster that has escorted her here. As one of the earliest gang members to join her posse, the man trusts Yuki fully to hand over his Colt M1903 pistol. It was a bit small for his hand but it has served the man well, evidenced by the faded finishing but still well taken care of.

"A fine weapon." Yuki commented the man, with him nodding gratefully at the praise.

Still, after a few seconds of appraising, Yuki hands the pistol over to one of the recent newcomers to have arrived at the gathering. He is shocked when presented with the weapon, of course, but is unable to refuse to take it into his hand. No one dares to refuse Yuki out of respect for what she has done to them. Nevertheless, the keen spectators can see cold sweat dripping down the newcomer's forehead as he gazes at the bound woman on the floor.

"Francesco, you're in charge of internal security for the posse." Yuki spoke to the newcomer. "For the fallen. For the rest of the posse. Take the shot." Having said that, Yuki moves away to talk with some of her executives. There's a mass funeral that she needs to arrange.

"Valmar, my good friend. Since one of the people who passed away has been your brother, I think you should organize the upcoming events. You're a great logistic officer, so I believe you will be able to set up something that can make the dead rest easy."

With eyes full of emotion, one of the posse's executives, Valmar Shade, bows at Yuki. "I will personally ensure that the funeral will proceed smoothly..."

"You need not ask anything, Valmar, I give you my word that the ones responsible for their death will face their judgment." Yuki answered the unasked plead.

Bowing once more, Valmar leaves to accomplish his task and to make sure that there will be enough bullets for days of combat ahead.

Moving back to Francesco. Now trusted with the new responsibility out of the blue, the man struggles to bring his pistol to bear. It takes visible effort for the man to do so despite his best attempt at a poker face. Some of the posse take note of that, and having just returned from carrying their deceased comrades, they slowly reach for their holstered weapons out of heightened suspicion. Nonetheless, their actions have been a bit too late. When Francesco shares a glance with the bound woman, they trade with each other a silent agreement before Francesco's eyes turn determined. Swiftly, he levels the pistol not at the bound female, but at Yuki. Though his action is fast, Yuki is even faster in pushing a bystander out of the way and drawing out her revolver. After all, there's no way that she's not prepared for this eventual betrayal after learning everything from her agents.

A resounding shot echoes among the walls of the warehouse, followed by the pained scream of a male. Francesco has proven himself to be slower in the draw, with Yuki sending a .357 Magnum bullet through the center mass of the traitor. Though alive, Francesco can barely breathe, much less prevent himself from being disarmed by the muscular gangster. The man exudes the visage of fury incarnate by stomping hard on Francesco's right hand, breaking it so that he can retrieve his pistol from the traitor. The man then steps away, making way for a very angry Yuki to move closer.

Yuki spats out in a tone that is laden with a bone-chilling fury. "The posse is created to help the unfortunate, to build a better home for your friends, your families! We have all taken an oath to ensure prosperity for those who deserve it, the ones that follow, have served, and will serve the posse! Yet you betray that sacred oath for what!? A foolish, distasteful for a similarly sickening woman, one that orchestrated the slaughter of our comrades!? You think that by the end of your treacherous journey, you think those pigged-face politicians will let you walk into the sunset!? Here's the cold hard truth, traitor. To those capitalist dogs, your life means nothing!"

Yuki levels her revolver, a customized Colt Single Action Army Cavalry, fitted with a beautiful navy blue finish, ivory grip, and runic engravings, chambering in .357 Magnum. Pulling the trigger, Yuki finishes off the betrayer of the posse for good. Seeing her supposed lover getting a new ventilating hole in his head, the bound woman struggles and screams hatefully at Yuki. Without even looking at the eyesore, Yuki turns the muzzle of her revolver and pulls the trigger, splattering the brain matter of the woman on the floor. Interestingly, the bullet hits the burn mark left behind by Yuki's cigar earlier...

Bullseye?

Holstering her Colt into its leather home, Yuki turns to the posse members around her.

"Wake up the rest of the posse." Yuki steels her gaze at them, making them stand straighter than ever with a flame in their eyes. "We got a city to burn."

 


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