"As you will, [i]aniki.[/i] May your pockets be wide and deep, because I intend to fill them with all manner of goodies, just to see that inner-American crow with delight." The boy's dark eyes flashed up to his elder brother's, and he bowed once more before lighting off to grab the attention of one, and then another, of the warehouse workers, plucking at the men's sleeves before darting back to his brother, the honored first son who would do all the speaking for the duo. 

Quick little brother was there simply to learn the family business beneath the wise tutelage of his elder, and to add his speed and surprising, wiry strength to their small endeavor this evening. No matter the unfortunate matter of his injured leg, the elder brother obviously possessed a great deal of shrewd intelligence and a grand deal of experience in this business. His golden tongue and easy manner stated oh-so-quietly and yet oh-so-firmly that he knew what he was about as he began to streamline their sojourn through the warehouse, all the better to see them gone and on their way in service of this clan. 

The elder caught the attention of one of the administrators keeping the inventory, his calmly assertive demeanor ensuring that of [i]course[/i] a cart was brought to central loading area at his request. Its empty bed was padded with thick palettes of straw that filled the air with that heady, sweetly golden scent as the younger brother trod over it. The slender boy climbed over the edge to the seat, offering his hand to help his elder brother maneuver his way upward and into a far better vantage point, from where he could direct the efforts of his little brother and the two warehouse workers they had recruited.

There were crates of rifles of course, and even a couple Colt revolvers carefully packaged in wooden boxes, all slowly, carefully lowered from the top shelves where the limber younger brother had easily vaulted. He caught his elder's eye on occasion as he leapt from shelf to shelf, seeing the loving concern there tempered with the knowledge that they had a job to do this night.

The young boy's limbs trembled with the exertion, the sweat saturating the back and front of his shirt as he helped haul the unwieldy and unspeakably heavy boxes down from the shelves, and then to the cart itself. A proud young boy it seemed, wanting nothing more than to show his elder brother that his decision to bring him this night had been a wise one, that he could do the work of any man.

The ammunition came next, though this time the boy let the two brawnier warehouse workers maneuver these crates into the back of the cart. Swiftly and unseen, he darted back toward the wing next to the one they had just exited, climbing up the shelving once more. The slender slip of a child was lost to the shadows as he made his way to the 'toys' that would bring such a smile to the face of his beloved big brother. The nitroglycerin compound was slipped oh-so-carefully into the pack he wore on his back, along with a box of fuses, and then detonators as well. The sticks of already crafted dynamite also fit easily into his pack, which he carefully lifted back over his shoulders. 

The climb down was a tad slower than the one he took upward, but no matter. Beneath the brim of his hat, the shadows concealed a rather sweet and undoubtedly pleased little smile, gracing the boy's face as he wound his way back through the throngs of warehouse workers and clambered into the back of the cart. Layers of canvas tarp, dusty and hard, were tied down over the back, the rough hemp of the rope cutting into the boy's hands 'til they bled - not that he minded of course.

No, he minded not at all, particularly when he could finally lean over the back of the seat to whisper in his brother's ear, "their share" secure in the cart and the brazen duo apparently about to simply ride out of this rival [i]yakuza[/i] warehouse.

"You have been in America long enough to have caught some of their holiday traditions I imagine?" Galina whispered softly into Souma's ear, her breath softly tickling the tender skin. "You are simply going to [i]love[/i] the early Christmas present I found for you, my dearest [i]aniki.[/i]"