Shadowrun: Steel Rain Part 20

The street before the headquarters of the Yos.h.i.+da-kai is blocked at both ends by armored vans marked for the Security Defense Force. The headquarters building itself is dark red brick, low and long and filling the middle third of the block. SDF troopers line the front of the building and hold positions on the roof. Helicopters buzz by overhead. Ryokai stands with a detail of GSG at the main entrance.

He smiles as if relieved. "You're all right."

Machiko almost gapes. How can he think of such things . . . ? Of her personal well-being. They are facing a major calamity and only Buddha and his angels know how this night will end. As warriors, they must be resolved to death. "Where is the Chairman?"

"In the second-floor conference room," Ryokai says. "The heavies are all in."

Machiko soon sees this for herself.

The room is large, paneled in black with a lacquered wood floor. A low black table easily six or seven meters long runs from near the door to the far end of the room, gleaming with the light of translucent ceiling panels.

At the far end sits Honjowara-sama. To his rear kneel only two GSG, Gongoro and one other.

Seated on low cus.h.i.+ons nearest Honjowara-sama are Yos.h.i.+da Mabuchi, head of Yos.h.i.+da-kai, and, opposite him, Toki Bentaro, head of Toki-gumi. Yos.h.i.+da Mabuchi is often referred to as "oyabun," father or parent, or simply "boss." With his antique vested suit and gla.s.ses, he looks like a shopkeeper, or a banker, and his fear of personal injury is well-known, but his mind is clever and his words can be very sharp. Toki Bentaro, the more progressive of the pair, prefers a t.i.tle more in keeping with Honjowara-sama's New Way, that of "chief executive." He styles himself like a modern corporate executive, a team player, and he is careful to avoid any suggestion of impropriety, yet where the private ventures of the Toki-gumi are concerned he can be very selfminded, and ruthless.

Down both sides of the table sit the senior advisers and counselors, such as Zoge-san and Ohana Toyonari, and others Machiko recognizes as owing their primary allegiance to either Yos.h.i.+da Mabuchi or Toki Bentaro. Here also are the senior executives of Nagato Corporation, such as Adachi Dosan of the Intelligence Directorate, and Bessho Chikayo of the Security Directorate.

Lining the walls are the deputies, advisors to the advisors, aides, and bodyguards. The one troll in the room, head near the lofty carved wood ceiling, serves as Toki Bentaro's personal bodyguard.

As Machiko enters, moving to kneel beside the door, all eyes are focused on the table's many small display screens, those set into the paneled walls, or the one large screen occupying the entire wall at the end of the room to Honjowara-sama's rear.

Channel 113 BizZene News tridcast.

". . . the body count is still rising. More than thirty confirmed dead at this moment and the number is certain to rise . . .

"Sources close to Winter Systems investigators indicate that the bomber arrived at the Chrysanthemum Palace Hotel complex in a van tentatively linked to Fuchi Industrial Electronics. With more on that aspect of the story we now go to Yoyo Chang in Fuchi-Town . .

". . . Here in the shadows of the Fuchi monoliths, the alleged link of Fuchi IE to the Chrysanthemum Palace attack, an attack that might otherwise be labeled just another terrorist event, is raising quite a few eyebrows. Market traders and investors remember all too well the recent Fuchi fiasco in Detroit wherein certain expendable a.s.sets were hurled pell mell against the Morgan-Mellon joint venture that held controlling interests in numerous advanced technology corps. The question now on everyone's mind is whether Fuchi is once again preparing to go to the wall in its apparent campaign against Nagato Corp. Is this the beginning of yet another corporate war? Plainly, secret negotiations between Nagato Corp and Fuchi have been going on for some time, as this next sequence of video will show."

The screens show a Toyota Elite limousine rolling down the ramp into the garage complex beneath Fuchi Plaza. A second window briefly appears, displaying the Elite's registration tags, identified as belonging to Nagato Corporation.

The limo reminds Machiko of the Security Service car that conveyed her to the Fuchi towers for her meeting with Gordon Ito's deputy.

"As to the nature and purpose of the negotiations we can only speculate. However, this latest development gives strong indications that the negotiations are not going well and Nagato Tower now finds itself under direct a.s.sault."

To Machiko, it seems impossible that she could be seeing and hearing such things on a tridcast. How could anyone even know of the Fuchi van beneath the Chrysanthemum Palace Hotel? Certainly, there were many news snoops prowling the complex in the wake of the attack, but how could anyone have divined the van's possible significance? How could they have learned that the mage responsible for the attack emerged from that van? How could they speak of a war between Nagato Corp and Fuchi as if it is already a proven fact?

She is distracted from her thoughts when another GSG enters through the door at her immediate left. He kneels to the left of the doorway, glances at her, briefly bows. The settled strength of his posture seems familiar, and marks him clearly as a warrior, yet his face is unknown, and young. Machiko concludes that he must have come only very recently from the GSG academy. Otherwise, she would have met him before now. Had there been any doubt as to his ident.i.ty, he would not have pa.s.sed the twenty GSG standing watch outside this room.

But now Honjowara-sama looks sternly to the leaders flanking the table. "There will be no war," he says in a low tone, "because, if something is not done swiftly, if this situation is not rectified, there will be no Nagato Corp! "

Several of the leaders look to Honjowara-sama with widened eyes. Honjowara-sama looks to Zoge-san, who politely coughs, and says, "Word of this alleged war has spread throughout all financial markets. It is having a severely detrimental effect on the financial ratings of Nagato Corp and its subsidiaries and our various bonds and commercial paper. If this trend is not soon reversed, the banks will begin demanding repayment of outstanding loans. Various other creditors will attempt to have Nagato a.s.sets frozen and held as collateral for outstanding debt. Given the degree of investment in Chrysanthemum Palace Ventures, we may be left with no choice but to divest ourselves of a.s.sets in order to satisfy the recall of debts, or to declare Nagato Corp bankrupt."

Yos.h.i.+da Mabuchi looks to Zoge-san, and says, "What is Fuchi's objective in creating this appearance of war?"

Possible objectives are discussed. Zoge-san expresses the belief that the objective may be to force Nagato Corp to divest certain a.s.sets, which Fuchi would then swallow whole. The discussion continues along these lines until Adachi-san says, "Of course, we have only the use of this van to indicate Fuchi involvement."

"Machiko-san has recently been to the Fuchi towers." Zoge-san looks down the length of the table to Machiko, and says, "I am curious as to your perspective. Do you believe that Fuchi is responsible for the Chrysanthemum Palace attack or the other recent attacks against Nagato Combine?" The inquiry seems made with great ease. Formulating an answer is difficult. The difficulty is compounded by the fact that the leaders of Nagato Combine have just spent much time considering Fuchi's objective in creating the appearance of war. To say that Fuchi would be unlikely to do this is tantamount to saying that the leaders have been wasting time; worse, that their basic a.s.sumption is wrong. Who is Machiko to say something like that?

She bows, and says, "The Fuchi security apparatus is very highly regarded. I have difficulty understanding why they would allow a Fuchi vehicle to be used in an attack by Fuchi agents."

"Perhaps they wish the world to accept the premise that Fuchi makes war on Nagato Combine."

Machiko hesitates. Zoge-san speaks of corporate strategies. He is the expert on corps, the legal and financial specialist. Who is she to offer comments? Yet the man's remark was directed to her and he waits, watching her, obviously expecting a reply. She must say something, something relevant, something meaningful, if only to avoid dishonoring the Guard. If she is to serve Nagato Combine as a warrior must serve, she must say what she thinks.

She bows, and says, "Please excuse me, but I do not think that Fuchi would adopt such a strategy."

Zoge-san questions her with his eyes, and says, "I would be interested to hear your reasoning."

Machiko struggles to order her thoughts. The many leaders looking to her, awaiting her words, adding the weight of their presence to the already considerable weight of Zoge-san's eyes, do not aid in the effort. And of course the unyielding gaze of Honjowara-sama only makes her more keenly aware of her inexperience in matters of corporate strategy.

Her first words emerge abruptly. "Plans go awry," she says. "A general planning campaign must account for this in some manner. Any plan to send covert agents against an enemy must be prepared for the possibility that these agents will be discovered. If Fuchi were planning a campaign against Nagato Combine, and wis.h.i.+ng to create the appearance of war, I do not believe they would call attention to themselves. That would be to invite disaster, to announce the ambush before it is sprung. I believe they would use some other corps to create the desired effect. There are other megacorps, sufficiently powerful as to seem like giants compared to Nagato Combine. Creating the appearance that another corp goes to war with Nagato Combine would seem to reduce the chance that the deception is discovered and traced to Fuchi."

Zoge-san appears to consider all this, then says, "You suggest, then, that perhaps some other corp or organization utilizes this strategy, using Fuchi as their dupe."

Machiko had not thought of that, had not carried her thoughts far enough to reach that conclusion, but the idea, now presented to her, seems like the only logical conclusion. She bows. "This seems plausible to me."

Yos.h.i.+da Mabuchi says, "What corp would dare to use Fuchi as its dupe?"

A discussion of this point begins, but before a conclusion can be reached Machiko finds the young GSG kneeling near her by the door signaling for a withdrawal. She questions this with her eyes, but when he repeats the signal vehemently she complies and follows him through the door, across the hallway and into an unoccupied office.

Here, he turns to face her. As he turns, he lifts a hand to the rear of his jaw and pulls at his skin and removes a mask every bit as supple and lifelike as real skin.

Machiko blinks, astonished. She lowers the sword that came so swiftly to hand. "Sensei..."

Kuroda-sensei gazes at her with steel-gray eyes, and says, softly, "Even in the Void, there is timing. Is this not so?"

"It is," Machiko replies. "But sensei, why-?"

Kuroda-sensei cuts her off with a brief movement of his chin, like the flourish of a sword seeking its scabbard. "The river we travel is full of swirling currents. Now you must focus on the currents around you. This hotel attack has unsettled the spirit of the corporate over-world. What advice did you give Honjowara-sama when you first spoke of Fuchi?"

Machiko thinks back. "When the sword will not cut, stab at the enemy's heart."

Kuroda-sensei says, "Now you must consider timing. You must capitalize on the moment. Call Gordon Ito. Demand a meeting. Insist upon it. Ito will recognize how your visit to the Fuchi towers is being used to substantiate this talk of war. He is not a man who exposes his face or his hand without cause. Perhaps now he has cause. Perhaps now he will speak to you."

Machiko can barely contain her puzzlement. "Sensei, you have had dealings with Gordon Ito? You speak as though you know his sword."

Kmoda-sensei says, quietly, "We will talk again."

32.

The diamond-faceted exterior of their delta icon noses up against a system icon in the form of a generic white cube. Negative alert, says Rad238. Camo on, says SmoKe. Initializing entry prog, says NodeBoy.

They slide through a reed and cloud insignia and invade the node. Multiple sub-nodes detected, says Rad238. Cloaking, says SmoKe. Launching progs, says NodeBoy.

There are dozens of sec cams and sensors. The a.s.sembled data-feeds paint a picture as true and complete as direct sensory experience. Watch devices 25B004 through 12, Rad238 informs. Recording, SmoKe says.

The room is large and paneled in black. A long low table runs down the center of the lacquered floor. All the leaders are present. News tridcasts report on the hotel attack. There is much talk. They don't ken, says SmoKe. They think someone's out to bankrupt their corp. Limited viewpoints, says Rad238.

The way we want 'em, NodeBoy says.

"The Fuchi security apparatus is very highly regarded. I have difficulty understanding why they would allow a Fuchi vehicle to be used in an attack by Fuchi agents."

"Perhaps they wish the world to accept the premise that Fuchi makes war on Nagato Combine."

"Please excuse me, but I do not thing that Fuchi would adopt such a strategy."

Dangerous, says Rad238. Watch this one.

The one he means is female. Onboard database IDs her as Machiko 29-077346GSG. She goes to speak with another, a male. Kurada 11-422059GSG. The room is small and private. "When the sword will not cut," says Machiko 29-077346GSG, "stab at the enemy's heart."

Kuroda 11-422059GSG replies, "Now you must consider timing. You must capitalize on the moment. Call Gordon Ito."

Reference database.

Ito. We've heard this name before.

Another one to watch.

Watch closely.

Yes.

33.

The drive to the Brooklyn Bridge takes only a few minutes. However, they must stop at the checkpoint before the bridge. The checkpoint, like the bridge, is grim and grimy, lit by weak floodlights, and looks like something from the last century.

The City of New York maintains checkpoints at all access points to Manhattan island. Machiko is unsure why. Much of the region has always seemed as rampant with crime as the rest of the New York-New Jersey megaplex. The necessity of stopping to show "pa.s.ses" at every bridge and tunnel appears to accomplish little but the wasting of valuable time.

A uniformed officer for the Port Authority comes to the driver's side window. The SDF officer at the wheel lifts a gray corporate card for the officer to see. "The car in back is with us."

"You're in, chummer."

The Port Authority officer waves them on. He also waves at the second car, the car containing the Fuchi agent, Scudder.

The surface of the bridge is pocked with ruts and holes and comes down in the face of City Center. The SDF driver turns them up Park Row and drives past Bowery Avenue onto East Broadway. That takes them into the Pit and to a narrow street not far from Chinatown, except in terms of general aspect.

Debris lines the sidewalks. Fires burn in alleyways and inside the blackened wounds of windows. The rusted, burnt-out wrecks of automobiles sit along both curbs. A pair of gangers on Harley Scorpions circle the middle of the block, then tear off for the distant corner, rearing up on their back wheels, only to turn and come racing back.

Along the right, between brick-faced ruins, stands a narrow parking garage, apparently abandoned, but far from deserted. A garbage dumpster stands before the entrance. Beside the dumpster waits a small group of figures in grim synthleather, studs and spikes and chains, and an a.s.sortment of ferocious weapons. Two norms, an elf and a troll, all of them female. With slashcut hair and menacing face tats and the vicious grinning logo of the Sisters Sinister. Machiko signals a halt and lowers her window. One of the "Sisters" looks in, then signals, and the female troll shoves the dumpster aside The SDF driver eases the sedan ahead.

The main floor of the parking garage is lit by fires flickering from rusty metal cans. Perhaps as many as forty motorcycles, most of them gleaming with aerodynamic NeoKevlar armor, sit parked in small scattered groups. The bikes' riders are similarly scattered, some dancing to roaring dredrock, some drinking, others off in the shadows as if standing watch. Most are female and most are attired like the four at the entrance. One of the few males Machiko spots sits with his back to a concrete column, the chain ringing the column attached to the manacle ringing his neck.

The current leader of the gang waits just inside the entrance. She is called "St.i.tch." She has j.a.panese features and a slight build, but carries herself like one experienced in combat.

"No omae-Sukayo!" she says, at Machiko's window.

"Sukayo-san is engaged elsewhere," Machiko replies. She lifts a credstick to window-level. "The garage is clear?"

"This is Hotel Sinister, lady snake. It's clear as s.h.i.+ck."

"Your cooperation is appreciated."

The credstick is accepted. The "Sister" claps one fist into the palm of her other hand and affects a bow. "Cheks to the oyabun."

An acknowledgment of favor shown by agents of Nagato Combine and hence the Chairman, here called "oyabun." It is intended as a respectful acknowledgment. Machiko affects a very slight bow, despite her true inclinations. She sees little difference between gangers like the Sisters Sinister and murderers like Lau Tsang of the Large Circle League. She does not like dealing with such persons. She does not like allowing such persons to roam freely. They are criminals and belong in prisons. However, there is no denying that such tasks as Nagato Combine may periodically a.s.sign them takes up time that might be spent in far more nefarious ways.

The SDF driver rolls the sedan ahead. The second car follows closely. They ride up the ramp to the second level and there turn around and park, facing the ramp. They do not wait long.

Two heavy Nissan sedans come up the ramp and park side by side. Momentarily, headlights wink out and a male norm emerges and walks forward. He is slim and tall and wears a long black duster over an executive style of suit. His short white hair seems almost luminous in the wavering aura of his heat signature. There are no cool points of contrast in his heat signature to suggest the possible presence of either body armor or weapons.

Machiko steps out to meet him.

They spend several moments gazing at each other, surveying, scrutinizing. "You know who I am?"

Machiko nods. He is Gordon Ito. "Nagato Security Service is very limited compared to your own organization, but in some regards it is very well-informed."

Ito light a cigarette. The smell no less disagreeable for being relatively mild. "This is some site for a meet."

"You expressed a desire for privacy."

"Those your razors downstairs? The Sisters Sinister?"

"Tonight, a certain relations.h.i.+p exists, paid for in nuyen. They will not disturb us."

"I believe you owe me something."

Machiko lifts a hand and signals.

To her rear, a car door opens. Three sets of feet echo against the floor, two in heavy boots, one in soft-soled shoes. A pair of SDF troopers in combat fatigues appear on Machiko's left. Between them is the Fuchi agent, Scudder. Ito motions with his chin, and Scudder walks ahead to the Nissan sedans. Machiko gestures and the two SDF troopers return to her rear.

Ito takes a drag on his cigarette. "That concludes old business," he says. "You've got new business?"

"I believe you are being used."

"That's an interesting a.s.sertion. If I am being used, it's my problem and I'll handle it."