It's showtime (part 1)

The next day, dawn, Takumi's apartment.

In a room, a blonde teenager had just woken up on his single bed after he turn off his clock alarm. He get up from his bed and started walk towards the bathroom to wash himself. After done, he went to the dining room. There, a wood table with a ready and still warm breakfast on were waiting him. Seeing that, he tooka seat and started eat quietly his bread after spread some jam on it and drink a chicken soup. That teenager was obviously Takumi.

Since when he moved in that apartment, his meals are often already ready for him. Tadao had taken care of Takumi's lifestyle and did most of chores while he had chosen the furniture of his apartment, too. However, he would left Takumi some chore sometimes and teach him how to live independent. Under this daily routine, Takumi could have more free times for himself while he could experiment a normal life as high schooler. For that purposes, Tadao lived in the apartment next t Takumi's one and all the apartments of that floor had been 'bought' by Tadao to 'protect' Takumi, or that's what he said.

When Takumi finished his breakfast, he brought the used dishes into the sink of the kitchen, then he started wash them. Meanwhile, he noticed a note paper with something written on it. After he has washed the dishes, Takumi pick up it and took a look.

[Takky, for these few days I'll stay in the U.S. for a personal matter. I've already received a permission from the school. Also, I've asked a my friend to sent your breakfasts every morning while for others meals you have to make do yourself, but I've prepared your bentou for today. It's in your bag.

Don't return too late at home and help the pres in these days, but nothing serious. Obviously, you shall not got carried too much, I think you already know that. I'll be there when you'll need me.

Your dear butler Tadao.]

After read that note, Takumi went in his bedroom to control his bag and he found a yellow lunchbox. Then, he continued his usual daily life as he didn't care of Tadao's absence.

It wasn't the first time for him disappear for some time, somewhat he was quite happy to have some free time without be traced all time by Tadao. However, he didn't knew that Tadao had already placed bugs and microcameras everywhere in the apartment and in the school, just like he had done in Maid Latte.

***

Afternoon, USA, Los Angeles, ???.

Inside a empty hangar, a group of Caucasian men in black suits were standing tidily without making sounds, each one had a holster at their belt side. Most of them had Glock 17C, some had a Smith & Wesson Model 36 and two of them had a Mini Uzi under their suits. In front of them, a single blonde man at his 30s who seemed their boss was sited on chair before a large table. He had short hair, a pair of sharp, deep and ash-gray eyes that somehow could scrutinize your thought, a Roman nose, rosebud moist lips and thick eyebrows. He had a wolfish face, rough skin like he had been through a lot of ups and downs. His big hands were laid on the table, with a .44 Magnum beside them, which at other side was placed another chair. That man was wearing a black fedora, a pair of black leather shoes and a black suit, but more stylish, clean, and loosened, too.

All of them were waiting someone while they were watching the main small door of that hangar and it was almost the appointed time. Suddenly, that small door opened from the outside and all the people inside raised their guard apart from their boss. Some of them had already moved their hand to their guns, but the boss said "Behave. It's my guest." and those men put away their hands but still on guard the person just entered.

After closed the door, that person revealed its appearance, before concealed by the light behind him. He was a 20s young man with no particular features or clothes apart from the digital camera he was holding. He look liked an average European tourist you can find everywhere at East Coast, through they were at West Coast. If he were mixed in the crowds, it would be almost impossible find him.

That young man walked towards the table and took a seat at other side of that table without caring the strong glances of the presents. Then, he placed his camera on the table and he started the encounter with the Boss.

"Chief Dominique, it has been 3 months since last time, how are you, now? How was Terry's SAT?" (Young man)

"... It's not your business caring my son's studies, Mr Loki. The information you asked are ready and it is inside this thing" Said Boss Dominique after he lifted his Magnum. A USB flash driver was hidden under that Magnum.

"Oh! You've already started use them. It's surprising to see you follow the new technology trend. It must be after Terry convinced you," said Loki. The USB flash driver was introduced for almost a year but most of the heads of American gangs were still hesitant to use it because they didn't know if it was a trap set by the by the FBI.

"... My brainiacs had already checked this and it's secure. It's rather convenient and easy to hide, so why not?" (Boss Dominique)

"Then how is your mind about my use of these information. Aren't you worried about the balance of your world?" (Loki)

"I know you won't implicate me this time. After all, I'm still useful to you, while I need your manipulation skill and your group. Otherwise, I would already shoot some lead in your head last time." Said Boss Dominique without changing his tone since it was the custom for him. Then, Loki placed a white bank card with a tiny folded paper under it and grab his camera. "It's the payment, usual procedure and congratulation for your third child." Said Loki before leaving that hangar.

After Loki went out, all the presents started walking the rear door and one them approached his Boss and asked. "Boss, why are you still working with that fellow? We can cast him and his group anytime from the country. It's not like they have a strong grip here..."

"... Benji, there is only a reason if you can't got promoted. Go to study and develop your intelligence for once." Said Boss Dominique leaving behind a speechless man.

***

Two hour later, USA, Los Angeles, LAX.

Loki was dragging a blue metallic wheeled suitcase towards the gate of the plane he had to embark, while he was calling someone n his phone.

"... Yes, it is confirmed. You can order them to go to their assigned location... They won't trace us, or rather they won't be able to do it. I'm going to unleash a enormous sh**strom only for them... Now I'm on the plane to Reagan to watch closely their reaction when I'll make my move... Yeah, see you later, Bibi." Said Loki before a hostess asked him to close his call.

'All the preparation are ready. Stanford, Ann Arbor, Cambridge, Atlanta, Berkeley, Los Angeles and... Washington. This mess won't be easily clean this time..." Thought 'Loki' after put his luggage away, sited on his seat and closed his eyes while he waited for the departure of that plane.