Author: Cynthia Taz
"T? Here." Tara smiled and quickly went towards Faith at the back of the diner. Same as Tara, Faith was an undercover cop - only that she was an undercover cop who posted as a dirty cop and a snitch for the Mafia, helping Tara while trying to fish out other corrupted cops in the force. "I ordered ya herb tea."
"Thanks." Tara smiled, taking a slip of the tea. She handed Faith the roll of money Toni had given her earlier, and the other girl accepted it without another word. "Boss wants to know about Yakuza."
"Ah. Little Jo want a piece of sushi?"
"May be something to do with the Colombian. I don't know. He didn't tell me."
"Well, they got this a big memorial cemetery for the old Don. Miyuki Kasen has officially taken control of the organization, and some redhead chick from Japan."
"Redhead? You mean like 'Clairol' red?"
"No, a real redhead... at least I think she is." Faith pulled out a pile of photos and handed it to Tara. "Surveillance team took them during the funeral." She then lowered her voice. "Big boss wanna know if little Jo got plans for those sushi."
Tara nodded as she studied the photo. 'Big boss' was the code for Angel, a high commissioner of the LCPD. He was also the only one who knew of Tara and Faith's real identity, their real boss. "This redhead?" Tara asked as she pointed at the only non-Asian in the photo. Faith nodded, looking through the pile of photos, before pulling out one that was close up to the redhead's face.
Tara took the photo and stared. The redhead was clearly not Asian, with very pale skin and grass-green orbs. She was wearing a whole set of black Japanese tradition clothes, her head slightly bowed as she sat next to the altar, a far away look on her face. "We don't know who she is?"
"Some chick that crossed little Jo before, from what I gathered," Faith shrugged. "Some of the old ones in the force seem to know who she is, so I guess she's someone before our time. I can probably dig more, but big boss told me to give you some of these and see what's little Jo plan."
Tara sighed. "Hope it won't start another war."
"T," The undercover snitch looked at the blond calmly as she took a slip of her coffee. "We're already at war. Don't you know?"