"The second in command, Nicholai, wants to prove to his boss--"
"That he's brave enough to step in on our territory," Cairo completed, flicking her head to swing her hair out of her face. She folded her arms comfortably over her chest as she gazed at the nervous informant, Tony.
"Does he think just because we are new...?" Luxori let her voice fade as worry painted shadows into her expression.
"Niwa," said Tony, "is still a bit disgruntled that you kicked him out of this sector, but has personally accepted the payment for those with debts here."
"So he doesn't have his boss' blessing, then?" Cairo asked.
"No. I don't think Niwa knows what Nicholai is up to."
Cairo cackled softly, placing a hand to her chin as a grin spread her lips apart. Luxori's look of concern only intensified.
"I'll deal with it," Cairo said. She sat against the desk in the room where her younger sister sat in the executive chair. It had only been three months since they shoved all rival gangs out of Sector Delta. It was one that was right on the ocean, boasting access to an old, historic lighthouse that really only served as a tourist attraction anymore.
That's not why they took over the sector though. They took it over because they were sick of innocent people get caught in the crossfire of the gangs. Luxori couldn't go a day without hearing a story about some poor fool who got caught up with loan sharks. Cairo couldn't stand the smug expressions that dominated the faces of those cowards empowered by muzzle flare.
They promised that for every one person messed with in their territory, Cairo would go and return the favor times five.
"Please don't kill him," Luxori said quietly, after Tony had shut the door behind him.
"I won't go there with that intent," Cairo replied. Her fingers ran against her dual crescent moon knives, taking comfort in their lethality.
"Try your best to avoid it."
"Of course, Luxi. I know you don't like it."
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