Jin

Wait they must, and wait they did, until they thought they could wait no more. The rain fell more and more heavily, until several of their number were shivering in the freeze. The wind from the great height of the tower howled all about them.

“What’s taking Kala so long,” Mugen said quietly.

Above them approached a hypercar, a sleek Sakranada, its thrusters glowing red. It slowly descended onto the courtyard in front of the rooftop mansion. The Yamda guards approached, opened an umbrella, and lifted the passenger door. A tall and broad man stepped out of the vehicle into the shadow of the waiting umbrella. He waved to the driver, and watched as the hypercar rose and sped into the night.

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Mugen squinted through the tri-scope and cursed under his breath. He wiped the water from his eyes with the back of his wrist.

“What is it, Mugen?” Jin asked worriedly.

“It’s Sangsum Gato,” Mugen said darkly. “He’s back. What is Kala doing?”

Jin peered out at the Shampai heir and his Kargu companions. Sangsum appeared to motion out into the shadows. He nodded before heading back into the compound.

As if on cue, the Kargu leapt from their posts, whipping out their weapons. Blue flame whorled from hilts, cracklers thundered alight, photonBlasters were cocked and ready. The Kargu approached where the strike force knelt.

Jin realized they were caught.

Mugen stood and unstrapped his own crackler. He ran a hand through his hair.

“And it seems they’ve seen us!” he bellowed. The strike force stood and readied their own arms. “Seven Star Mob!” Mugen raised his crackler into the air, the blue lightning of its blade jagged and fierce and dazzling.

The strike force shouted in answer, as did even the Yamda clanmembers. In the face of death, they were united regardless of creed.

“Damn it, Kaz,” Jin whispered, as the white blade of his sword roared alive.