Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Grand Theft Auto: Nerima ❯ Come As You Are ( Chapter 17 )

Come As You Are

 

 

 

Three days passed since the graveyard massacre, and Ranma was doing his lone wolf thing again. He was happy that his friends were there to help but in truth they didn't know a whole lot about the criminal world they so diligently leaped into. Akane was angry with him for turning her safety on, but when she didn't know how to turn it off it only proved to Ranma that she wasn't ready for it. She was now a criminal like him and an eyewitness to something that could be considered a mass murder. She wasn't in the position Ranma wanted her in and that made him angry. Ranma let Hikori deal with them for now, to help them with the ropes involved with holding the criminal world up. He needed a distraction from all the tempers fuming and decided to hunt down Ryouga.

 

Ranma got himself up to Old Maggie's ranch and had a look around. The light yellow paint was peeling off all over the place and the patches of lawn needed a lawnmower pronto. He walked up the creaking steps and found that the front door's lock had been kicked out. He pushed the door open and a musty smell hit his nose in no time. If any one had been living in there recently the smell wouldn't have been there. He stepped in anyways and found dusty footprints all over the place. In the living room were various chairs, tables and footstools all covered in clothes and bed sheets. In a few places he saw creases and dust wiped away from surfaces meaning some one had used them after the house had long been abandoned.

 

He started following the footsteps around for clues. He stepped in the prints exactly where they were and the fist place they lead was the bathroom. Ranma wasn't expecting to see dried up blood covering parts of the sink and floor, but what he was most interested in were the needles he saw in the trash. He didn't bother taking them out knowing already what they were used for. Some one had been shooting up to get high in here, but he still didn't know if it was Ryouga.

 

He started following the prints, but once he was upstairs the hardwood floor of the hallway seemed to have been stepped all over. Ranma started feeling a little uneasy and pulled out his gun to take the lead. It was strange that all the doors were closed, if some one had been using them, but Ranma briefly went into the simple mind of Ryouga and guessed that they were closed so he wouldn't get lost. Maybe it was nothing, but Ranma figured he's start with the room at the end and work his way back. It was a bedroom with a bed that'd been used.

 

Ranma started opening closets, but all he found were little metal hangers with nothing on them. Just before he went out something struck his mind and he went over to the bed. On the pillow there were a few strands of hair and with a keen eye he picked one up to have a look. The tip was dyed jet black; however lower down it was a dark brown. It wasn't enough to say it was Ryouga's, but hell Paul said he'd been here and some one had been, but what was with the needles? Was Ryouga that depressed? Probably. Ranma just couldn't see him shooting up though… Then again Ranma also couldn't see Ryouga shooting him five times in the chest, but it happened anyways, so at this point anything was possible.

 

Ranma pushed the next-door open with the tip of his gun and when he did a god-awful stink came out. Ranma coughed a couple times and pushed it all the way open. It was an empty room with drawings all over the walls. It wasn't anything too weird, but it looked like a five year old took crayons to ever inch of wall. Old Maggie did have grandkids; hopefully it wasn't Ryouga drawing it because that would just be creepy. However a foul fly infested offering from Ryouga was left in a corner of the room. He'd thrown up all over the place and another needle was on the floor. Maybe he wasn't shooting up… Maybe he was taking medicine… Who knew? If Ryouga was doing drugs then that meant he had a dealer and that dealer would be his fishing line, but if it was medicine then he'd need a doctor… or at least someone that dealt drugs legally. The smell started to get to him and he needed to get out before he did what Ryouga did.

 

The next-door lead to another bathroom but this one was clean except for the bathtub, which held a dirty condom near the drain hole. For the sake of science he took out his knife and lifted it up. He poked at a white substance in the tip and to his surprise it wasn't anything from a genetic jackhammer. It was somewhat solid and it had it's own baggy. He cut it open to find a white power come out, and being a recent user of the stuff he knew what it was and it wasn't baking soda. All Ranma could figure out was that Ryouga came here and had a hell of a party with himself. Now the question of if it was a celebration or an escape came to his mind, but why would it happen so suddenly? Maybe he had only one thing left to turn to…

 

Ranma shook the thought off and started heading down stairs again and that's when he heard something slam closed. Ranma took a step back upstairs and looked down through the railing. He heard footsteps coming in and Ranma's guns were coming out. He kept a close eye and saw some one's shadow come in and move out of his vision. The guy was sniffing and heading towards the kitchen. Ranma tip toed down the stairs put his back to the wall. Ranma peaked around the corner to see thin dark haired man with his back to Ranma, getting ready to drink out of a carton of milk. Then he noticed it. The bandana. Ranma took aim and said. “Hey asshole!” Then he shot the carton right out of the guy's hand and the man turned around scared, but to Ranma's annoyance it wasn't Ryouga.

 

“Narc!” The man reached into the fridge and threw a can of tomato paste at Ranma.

 

Ranma shot it out of the air and grabbed the guy by the shirt. “Who the hell are you?”

 

“Man! You ain't gonna hear shit from me you fucking narc!”

 

Ranma kicked the guy in the shin and when he bent down he slammed his head in the fridge door. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

 

The rubbed his head and said. “I don't know…”

 

“No, I don't. Now who the hell are you?”

 

“Hey man, I don't give my name to just any-” *SLAM* “Ow!”

 

“Fine.” Ranma pulled the bandana off the guy's head and asked. “Where'd you get this?”

 

“I found it here man… Geez…”

 

“Oh, really? What else did you find?”

 

“Look man, you can't have any of-” *SLAM* “Ow!”

 

“What else did you find ya fucking squatter?”

 

“I found like fifty bucks and that was it.” The man had a tear in his eye, his voice sounded depressed and his forehead was starting to get bruised, but Ranma didn't seem to care.

 

“When?” Ranma had the fridge door ready for another hit, but the guy was learning.

 

“Like a month ago. Every one used to come here to get high man.”

 

“So all that shit I found upstairs…?”

 

“Nah! It ain't mine man. I clean up my mess. Fingerprints and all that shit man. They got blood tests and stuff now.”

 

“How many people know about this place?”

 

“I don't know. Maybe a few kid man. Nobody comes around here anymore. The cops found a party up here once, now it's on a regular patrol man.”

 

“So what the hell are you doing here?”

 

“I like left a six pack and my groceries in here the last time I was up man.”

 

Ranma looked at the chunky milk splattered all over the grounds and said. “The six pack might be alright… I wouldn't recommend anything else though.”

 

“Yeah, man this thing ain't even working. Whoa! You like saved my life man!”

 

“Don't sound so happy, I was actually aiming for your head.”

 

“Oh…”

 

 

Ranma was done playing CSI: Nerima and decided to leave the junkie alone. Ryouga was there for sure, but any solid traces of him or where he'd be now were gone. All he had was a damn bandana that didn't help him in any way and a few questionable needles he didn't feel like picking up. On the way to his car he ran over and took a quick look around in the barn behind the house, but there wasn't anything there either. Everything today was a dead end. All he really did was find out that Paul was right. Ranma turned the car around and left, with small thoughts of what he'd do next. It was up in the air right now, but in the time Ranma was out of the picture Hikori got to work right away. He'd dug up information on what big businesses Jasper owned as well as all the small time crap that'd been going on. A lot of Jasper's places had the same idea of what Bugsy had with his flower shop. Hide out in the open and use something stupid as a cover up. Grocery stores, bakeries, fruit stands, shipping companies, and even cigarette manufacturing were used as covers. After Ranma had heard some names of places, he could honestly say he never would have thought it. He found out Hikori was right when he went to a convenient store in the middle of town and asked for Number 48 Blues, Vanilla Scented. The cashier reached under the counter for a five hundred dollar pack of smokes and when he opened them they looked normal, but inside the cigarettes themselves were small bags of coke. It was scary to him how easily he'd acquired it and they didn't even try to I.D him for them. If some one were stupid enough to smoke the things they'd probably OD in no time.

 

Ranma drove by some high school kids trying to find some one to boot for them and when he saw that, he couldn't help but think how easy it was to lose a pack of smokes. You don't even think about putting them down and he'd held onto Hikori's enough to know this. With that, it's also pretty easy to pick up lost smokes as well. Ranma sighed. Business was business and as usual kids were oblivious and dirty cops had to be somewhere on the case.

 

Ranma's mind started to wander and he saw a T.V ad in his mind. Number 48 Blues. Scented with vanilla to throw off drug dogs. Find them at select stores for the low, low price of five hundred dollars. Ranma got off the advertisement in his head and pulled into an underground parking lot with a run down brick building above it. A meeting place for criminals.

 

 

Ranma took the stairs to the sixth floor and walked into an office with broken walls, peeled paint, and holes. “Hey Jerry. Any word from any one?”

 

As usual Jerry had her big old cigar lit with paper work scattered all about. “No one's come in today. Looking for work?”

 

Ranma shrugged. “Kind of. Hikori's off planning something with Nabiki right now, so I'm a little bored. I might be in the market for a drug dealer though. Got any that owe you money?”

 

Jerry turned in her swivel chair to a filing cabinet and pulled out some papers. “I may have something tucked away…”

 

Ranma took the pages and started reading up. “Let's see…” Ranma flipped the pages and it didn't strike him as odd until the third page, that he was reading up a man's life like it was on a menu. “A small time petty drug dealer… I was hoping you'd give me something interesting. Like a big time bruiser drug dealer.”

 

“You should be grateful. I was thinking of you when I put that thing away.”

 

“Awe, that's sweet. Why should I be concerned with this guy?”

 

Jerry blew some smoke from her mouth and spoke with a sly tone. “He has an interesting customer.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“It's your bandana buddy.”

 

Ranma looked a little angry and said. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?”

 

Jerry shrugged with the cigar in her mouth. “I forgot and you just reminded me now. I work with a lot of people Soatome, I can't keep track of everyone's shit for them.”

 

Ranma flipped through the pages some more and skimmed a few lines. “When does he usually visit the guy?”

 

Jerry shrugged and leaned back in her chair. “Not sure. He seems to go to him at random times. My guy says he hasn't actually seen a drug exchange, so I'm guessing he's a part time informant.”

 

“If that's the case then I don't see why he can't inform me.”

 

Jerry saw the fire in his eyes and thought up a quick safety plan. “Cool your jets Rocky. I need this guy alive. Remember, he's my business before he's yours.”

 

Ranma shrugged it off like it was nothing. “I'll try not to rough him up too much.”

 

“My ass you will. You're going with Jerico, he knows where the guy sells.”

 

“Thanks for bustin' my balls Jerry.”

 

“No problem, it's my pleasure, really. Now hurry the fuck up, I'm a busy lady.”

 

 

Ranma let Jerico drive as he let his head hang out the window. “Anything new?”

 

“Not really. Kuno said thanks for getting his house back.”

 

“I was going to keep it for myself, but the bills probably would have been unreal. Where there any bodies?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Good. I scared them enough then.”

 

 

The Kitten Club was now the new official hide out for Ranma's buddies. Nabiki stood behind Hikori and talked over his shoulder as he wrote on a piece of paper. “That's annoying you know?”

 

Nabiki had her hands on her hips and a smoke in her mouth. “Well if your plans weren't so shotty and full of holes then I wouldn't bug you.”

 

“Yours aren't any better…”

 

“Yes they are.”

 

Hikori got out of his chair and plopped Nabiki in the seat. “Ok, then you have a go.”

 

Hikori did just as she did to him with the ever-watchful eye over her shoulder. He started pointing out her spelling mistakes as well as every hole he saw as well. Nabiki was at an advantage though. She was female and she knew Hikori well enough that he wouldn't hit a lady, so she grabbed his hand and quickly shoved his finger into the electric pencil sharpener. “ARGH!!!”

 

“Better get a band-aid…”

 

Hikori gave her an acidic look and stomped off towards the medical box. He opened it with his finger in his mouth and to his horror there were no band-aids. He went back to Nabiki and there she was writing away while twirling a band-aid between her fingers. Hikori knew right away that this was going to be difficult and he would more then likely lose this battle. “Lady… This means war.”

 

Nabiki didn't sound scared, nor did she seem to care. “I know.”

 

 

Ranma was staying silent with his thoughts in his head. Ukyo had finally woken up but she didn't look all that well. When she saw Ranma she knew something was wrong and every one seemed to make him the bearer of bad news. He told her how long she was out for, what happened, what Ryouga had done, and ever since then she just kept looking at the ceiling and when Ranma saw that he knew that it was the same look he had when he got up. Thoughts were racing through her head, she didn't know who or what to blame, and it was obvious that she would want a piece of the action soon.

 

A piece of trash being blown across the street caught Ranma's attention and he came back to reality. He looked over at Jerico and it was clear he was becoming nervous with the odd silence. “So what have you been up to for the last couple months?”

 

Jerico looked a little relieved and answered quickly. “Not a whole lot. Me and my gang pretty much got our asses stomped, and we've been really short handed lately with Jerry recovering and all.”

 

“How long was she out for?”

 

“Only two weeks. He doesn't look it but he's as tough as nails.”

 

“I wonder what that makes me?” Ranma thought about that for a second, but Jerico reassured him.

 

“Jerry just had flesh wounds. By all rights you should be dead right now. I think that puts you in the category of eating rocks and shitting gunpowder.”

 

Ranma couldn't help but laugh at that. “Thanks man. I needed that.”

 

“It's true. I have to admit though. Everyone has been a little jumpy around you lately. You kind of blew up and in that one night you managed to raise all sorts of hell. Don't tell him I said this, but Jerry was sweating.”

 

“Why?”

 

“He thought that you might have gone after him. Jerry and I were pretty much the only survivors, so he thought that you'd think he sold you out or something.”

 

“Would Jerry sell me out?”

 

Jerico shook his head. “Hell no. You're the only guy in the city that isn't afraid of Jasper, so you're the only guy that'll try and do something. You're dangerous man, any one that watches the news can tell you that. I'm sure you've made Jasper sweat a few times.”

 

“The way I see it, Jasper can't do anything more to me. I guess some people would be scared if they went through what I have, but you know…” Ranma looked up and shook his head. “He can't do anything else to me. He can keep screwing with my friends, he can kill them, he can do what ever he wants, but in the end I'll fucking kill him and I'll be laughing like a madman when I do it. If I go down before I can take him out then oh, well. I'll be dead and won't really care at that point. Don't get me wrong though, I'd like to live through this all and I'd prefer it if none of my buds died, but you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. After what happened at the graveyard, I think they've all sealed their fates just like I did.”

 

“That's deep… and little scary at the same time… and I've never had an omelet before.”

 

Ranma smiled and started playing with the reclining feature his seat had. “They're not all that great.”

 

 

They pulled up into an alleyway and turned the car off. Ranma looked around the empty scene and asked “So where's our guy?”

 

“He should be around here somewhere. If not then he'll be at home.”

 

Ranma pulled out the file on the guy again and after looking at it he said. “Works close to home doesn't he? Not smart for the stuff he's dealing.”

 

“He's got some protection through Timmy's men, but not a lot. The police don't bug him, but other then that he's on his own.”

 

Ranma got out of the car and started looking around for a face to match the picture he had. Jerico followed beside him and look for places the guy may have been hiding in. “Hey, I've been meaning to ask.”

 

Ranma kept his eyes in other directions and said. “What?”

 

“Have you guys managed to find out where Jasper is yet?”

 

“Sort of.”

 

“What does `sort of' mean?”

 

Ranma pulled out his gun and started running. “I'll tell ya in a sec. C'mon!” Ranma saw the guy dealing to a couple teenagers in a parking lot surrounded by buildings, with only one exit. Ranma let a shot go off into the air and told Jerico to wait at the entrance. “Hey! I wanna have a word with you.”

 

The dealer was quick to accuse and pushed one of the teenagers down. His voice was quick, high-pitched and really annoying. “Lil' muthafuckers! You sold ma ass out! I outta pop yo asses!” The dealer pulled a gun out of his hoody belly pocket, but it didn't stay in his hand long. Ranma was getting pretty good at targeting things in people's hands. A bullet soared and the pistol flew out of the dealer's hand, when he fell over his hand was shaking and he said something like, “AHH-OW! Muthafucker, that my fuckin' hand ahshole!”

 

Ranma pulled the kid off the ground with one hand and pushed him towards his buddy. “Take a hike guys.” The two nodded and ran off passed Jerico while Ranma turned to the dealer. “You must be Denver.”

 

“Muthafucker! Ma name be Death-Row!” Ranma picked him up for the sole purpose of smacking him across the side of the head and sending him back to the ground. “AHH-OW!”

 

“Shut your fucking mouth. I've got the gun so I'm the one wearing the pants around here, you got that?”

 

“I ain't listening to no mo of yo-” Ranma was starting to like this smacking game, because every time the guy went back to the ground, he heard that satisfying, “AHH-OW!” along with the fact that he looked like a rag doll with his arms flying around. This brought a smile to Ranma's face.

 

“I'm just here for some information Denver. I'm looking for some one, goes by the name of Ryouga.” Ranma saw the quick look in Denver's eyes and knew right away he had something for him. “Ever heard of him?”

 

“I don't know any of this buuuullshit you talking about.” This time Ranma just held him up and started smacking him repeatedly across the face. “AHH-OW! Muthafucker AHH-OW! Stop muthafucker! Timmy gonna kill yo ass! AHH-OW!”

 

Ranma looked back at Jerico and said. “This is fun, wanna try?”

 

Jerico just shook his head trying not to laugh. “I'm good.”

 

“So what do you know Denver?”

 

“AHH-OW! Man that muthafucker don't see me no more!” Ranma whacked him again. “AHH-OW!”

 

“So you lied to me… I'm shocked… What were you selling him?”

 

“That is MY buisnes- AHH-OW! I just sold him some smack ahshole!”

 

“Heroin huh…? How about blow?”

 

“I don't sell no blow muthaf- AHH-OW! He be my delivery boy fo that shit man! Let ma ass go!”

 

“Who's he delivering too?”

 

Ranma cut Denver off before he had a chance. “AHH-OW! It jus some white boy over in some casino”

 

Ranma looked at the guy with a puzzled expression. “You're white too ya idiot.” Ranma gave him another slap and asked. “Give me a name.”

 

“I don't have no name! Jus' some room number.”

 

Ranma was getting tired of the guy so he put his gun under Denver's chin. “Guess my next question.”

 

“Jade Garden. Room 982… Foo…”

 

“Good boy. Now I've been told that you've been dealing him info too. What kind?”

 

“That boy just be buying photos of his girlfriend that all. She always asleep in them pictures.”

 

“Who gave them to you to hand to him?”

 

“The guy always be different. He just hand me a card and I know he from Timmy's place.”

 

“Got a card handy?” The dealer slowly pulled it out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Ranma. “Thanks.” He threw the guy onto the ground and started walking away.

 

The Dealer whistled and yelled something interesting, “Get em' Louie!” and quite literally from out of nowhere, probably from behind a trash can or something, a big man with a head two sizes to small for his body came running out and at Ranma.

 

His bottom lip stuck out, adding to his stupid look and it was clear he was only good for breaking things. From the sounds of his voice he sounded like a retarded hick. “Here I coooommmmeeee!”

 

Ranma just waited with a lazy look in his eye for Louie to get close, and when he was in range Ranma balled up his fist and clocked Louie across the jaw as hard as he could. The six foot four man twirled in the air with a dumbfounded expression on his face as his teeth flew out of his mouth with a trail of spit and the expression went away as his eyes rolled back in their sockets. As he hit the ground with a thud Ranma pointed down at him and spoke with the same accent. “There ya went!” Ranma then put a hand to his ear and said. “What's that? I'm your daddy? Damn right I'm your daddy! Owned bitch!” Ranma went over and replaced Jerico's spot with a smug smile and said. “Your turn.”

 

Jerico started making his way over on the verge of killing himself laughing and Denver realized quickly that only half the questions were over. “Awe hell nah!” Jerico started where Ranma left off. “AHH-OW!”

 

 

Back at the Kitten club Shampoo was talking with some police in the main area, telling them that the attack was random and that the man was insanely drunk. The place was going to be closed down for another week and a half before any business could start happening, but that meant that it was a perfect hiding place for every one. The cops stayed out of the back for the most part, but there were a few hidden doors in walls and what not, so harboring Ukyo was easy. In the back was Tofu doing his usual checkup on the weary girl, and things were starting to look up. She kept herself silent through out the whole thing, but before Tofu walked out she spoke. “Does Ranma want to kill him…?”

 

Tofu turned around and sat on the side of her bed. “Right now, he does. Things may change though.”

 

Ukyo let out a sigh and said. “I don't think so… I know Ranma won't forgive him… I can't even forgive him.”

 

Tofu started cleaning his glasses and spoke his thoughts. “I would like to believe that Ranma would forgive him, but after what I heard, I can't say anymore. I've never had that happen to me before. But I'm going to tell you now that I don't want to hear you talking about revenge. Enough of it is around and we don't need someone else dying because of it.”

 

“Is it wrong if I still love Ryouga?” New thoughts were racing through her head now trying to get away from what she knew Ranma was going to do to Ryouga.

 

“Of course not. What he did, he thought would help you-” Tofu stopped mid-sentence realizing he'd just said something he didn't want to say. It was one of those moments that he wished he could have reached out and put his words right back in his mouth. “Sorry… I didn't mean to say that.”

 

Ukyo started looking grim. “I guess if I'd taken better care of myself…”

 

“Don't talk like that.” His voice sounded direct and had a stern tone to it. “What happened was not your fault. Greedy people with high ambitions are to blame. No one could control what happened that night, and I'm very sure Ryouga never meant to…” Tofu paused and bit his tongue. “I'm sure things just moved to fast for him to know what was happening. He was backed into a corner with very few options. A lot of us were including yourself and I. I can't tell you what's going to happen next, so all we can do is help each other through it. You wouldn't believe what Ranma thought he had to go through alone, and I don't want you thinking the same thing. I'm telling you this as your friend, do you understand?”

 

Ukyo nodded, but if she accepted it was another question. “Yeah…”

 

Tofu got up and touched her feet. “Can you move these yet?” She nodded again and wiggled her toes. Tofu pushed her leg back and said, “Push.” It was weak but she got her leg straight again. “Good. I'll be starting you on light exercises in a day or two. I want to put Ranma on them as well, but he seems to be doing well enough for himself.”

 

Ukyo thought about Ranma for a second and asked, “How come he's never around?”

 

“He's angry as usual. I'm sure it'll pass.”

 

“I guess he doesn't really want to see me…”

 

“He's the one that rescued you, from the hospital, I'm sure he wants to, but he probably feels uncomfortable around you.”

 

That was new information to her, but it still left her wondering. “Why?”

 

“He feels he should have gotten you out sooner. He's been angry with himself mostly lately, so don't take it personally. He'll come around eventually.”

 

“I hope so…”

 

 

Ranma was driving this time and Jerico was still laughing. “I never would have thought I could have so much fun getting Jerry's money.”

 

“It's like I said, if you want to enjoy your job, then you have to make it fun. I swear I use that slap-fu tactic all the time and it has yet to fail on me.”

 

Jerico looked a little skeptical. “Never once?”

 

Ranma scratched his head. “Well, once or twice, but you just have to become more violent and generally the same strategy works.”

 

“I should be taking notes… Oh, yeah. What did you mean you sort of know where Jasper is?”

 

“Oh, yeah. Well, here's the first surprise. He's not even in Japan right now.”

 

Jerico looked at him funny and said. “What? How's he running things then?”

 

“He's running things from the US in Liberty City. He's a big time crime boss over there as well as here and he only really comes here when things start getting out of hand. Other then that he's always left Timmy and a bunch of guys in charge.”

 

“But Timmy's dead now. Some maniac killed him and threw his head through a window.”

 

“Yeah, that was me.”

 

Jerico look surprised. “Whoa. Jerry didn't mention that. Good one, I've never actually seen someone get on a desk and start screaming `Yes!' with pelvic thrusts. So if he isn't here then what now?”

 

“Well chances are no one has told him about Timmy yet, for fear for their lives, so Hikori said that we're going to start causing all sorts of bad shit around his businesses until he finally hears something.”

 

“How do you know that he doesn't know yet?”

 

“One of the guys at the graveyard told me. On top of that a lot of people don't seem to know that Timmy's actually dead. I was curious why I hadn't had too many attempts on my life till now.”

 

Jerico raise the good old eyebrow. “I thought you guys killed every one there.”

 

“Well, yeah, I did after I asked him some questions.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I guess Jerry didn't tell you a lot.”

 

Jerico shook his head. “Jerry's really careful about things he's directly involved in and tries not to talk about it, even to me.”

 

“Well we're in the middle of making a plan that'll get his attention for sure.”

 

“What's that?”

 

Ranma smiled. “Remember that Casino The Jade Garden?”

 

“The one you ruined way back?”

 

“Yeah. We're planning on a change in management.”

 

“Didn't Denver say that was where Ryouga was delivering?”

 

“Yup.”

 

Jerico passed him another odd look. “Don't you think that's kind of a coincidence?”

 

“Not really. The place is owned by Jasper, so I'd expect dirty dealings going on in there. It's probably his main base of operations and if not, then it's his cigarette company. Either way he's going to be ultra-pissed when all the bad news hits him at once.”

 

“I hope you know what you guys are doing…”

 

“You're part of the plan too Bucko.”

 

Jerico's eyes turned to slits and he gave Ranma the evil eye. “You bastard!”

 

(Nirvana - Come As You Are: Yeah, I know. Nothing too exciting happened this chapter and I'm sorry to say but it had to be this way. I'll make it up to you in the next one though. Party hard damnit!)