[b]Iokai Tsukya, the warehouse. Aproximately 1 AM.[/b]

The only light helping Iokai in the darkness was the moonlight, which shone through the skylights onto the area around him. As silently as he could he'd rummage through the boxes, trying to find what the Swindlers were hiding in this giant warehouse. Those thieves must be hiding something good here, now the only problem was finding it. When all he found in the box was scrap electronics that weren't worth a dime, he let out a curse. “Chikushō...” The real treasure must be somewhere here, but Iokai was losing motivation to find it more and more.

He took the moment of quiet to collect his thoughts as he noticed he was getting annoyed by the lack of good stuff in here. A cigarette escaped his packet and he lit it up, inhaling the smoke and putting his thoughts back in a good order. Being under the assumption that he was alone in the warehouse, he started talking to himself in Japanese. “If I were a Swindler.. where would I hide my stuff.” Iokai pulled the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the floor, stepping on it as he walked away to another big crate. A few quick glances showed him that he probably couldn't open this without help.. however he did notice a crowbar hanging from a wall somewhere nearby. A quick trip back and forth, and the crate was already being pried open with the crowbar. The sounds however, were loud enough to be heard the next block over. And if that wasn't enough, Iokai made sure to add to it. “Yattaa!” he said, loudly, as he noticed the contents of the opened crates. Fake watches and phones! Yeah they were fake, but they sold for good money. He pocketed a few of them, before starting to stash the rest in his bag. See, he knew the Swindlers had some stuff here.. maybe now the Hanamoto's would finally give him the promotion he deserved!

[b]Minamoro and Yokuzin, the Akachōchin [red lantern], in a busy street. Aproximately 1.30 AM.[/b]

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The small establishment with the paper sliding doors wasn't the only drinking-place still open at this time, as many bussinessmen and people that were just done with work or having a fun night out with friends were coming to the Red Lantern - a small establishment that featured 6 low tables with firepits in the center of them, all fit for a company of 10 people. The bar was similarily small - 3 people was enough to man it constantly and these people also took care of the tables. 

However, in the back of the establishment, Minamoro and Yokuzin were sitting around a higher table, discussing some matters. The staff shuffled around, preparing light meals to go with the drinks. Some Yakuza small-time soldiers were standing around, doing nothing - drinking, smoking, having a laugh, flirting with a waitress who just got done with her shift.

But Minamoro and Yokuzin were having none of this cheery, happy stuff. They were chatting in Japanese, seemingly calm and friendly but if anyone cared to listen in they would realize the discussion was actually quite heated. “We need to find a way to get guns ourselves, these idiots from that stinking biker hole have been selling them to us for a way too high price. They are lucky we cannot get them elsewhere.. import from Japan would make no sense though and they are our only contacts here. We should shoot those biker shits with their own guns..” Yokuzin said, his aggressive tendencies showing lightly. But his father waved the comments away. He looked at the walls - decorated with ancient Japanese weaponry. “I'd prefer to not use guns at all - remember the Yakuza codes. We are not allowed to let anyone suffer. If you have to fight someone, DO AS I SAID. Use your fists, you idiot. We should only use guns when we really HAVE to get rid of someone, or if people start firing on us!” Yokuzin obviously had troubles maintaining a calm atmosphere. He bit his lip while he calmed down. “We'll see. We'll see when they come rolling down to the Akachōchin and kill everyone inside. We'll see you run outside and beat them up, right pap?” 

Minamoro had had enough and stood up, punching his fist into the table as he rose. The others got the message because Yokuzin stood up as well, smashing his knuckles down into the table too. They hurried out the backdoor, leaving the room to just Yokuzin and Minamoro. The only thing breaking the silence was the hushed laughter in the front room where the drunkards were having a good time. “Nobody. NOBODY! In this fucking town will touch my establishment, OR MY FAMILY.” Yokuzin grinned and looked at the old man in a cocky manner. “Yeah. Nobody but the MEN WITH THE GUNS.” By now, the yelling got so loud that even the front room got silent, and slowly cleared out, people leaving one by one. The last one to leave was Yokuzin, unless you count the full glass of saké that was thrown after him, narrowly missing it's target and then rolling down the street. Yokuzin was headed for his home - a small appartment in a small appartmentcomplex, that was surprisingly nice looking.