She does NOT [Continues "bad guy" path.]

"Sorry, Warren." Scarlet sighs, frowning. "I...I just can't do that right now. Not after Montana..."

"I understand," you tell her. "Just, uh, keeping me posted if you change your mind or if you hear something, would you?"

Scarlet nods. "I can promise you that much. Just... you know, don't expect me to do a whole lot here. I'm still in a state of recovery."

You shoot a hand out. "Scarlet. I really understand. I didn't want you to strain yourself for me here. What happened back in Montana wasn't right. Take your time and take care of yourself, yeah? Spring is right around the corner. Get all that gloom outta' your system."

"Warren, you're pretty decent."

You internally scoffed. You weren't, but you weren't going to tell her anything otherwise. With Scarlet throwing her hat back into the ring as another possible contractor in the area, you weren't going to tarnish your own reputation just to let her know there's something you are hiding as well. From not just the other Red Ties, but also the entire Japanese government now. You could be tortured to **** if something crude happened to Sachio and Kenji. You rubbed your neck and told her that you'll be leaving now.

You retire to your room, your suit still on and your mind still busy. You started to wish you never took this gig. You're mind felt like it was being slowly liquidated the longer you lingered on Sachio. You closed your eyes and exhaled. Deadwood was started to turn white again as the snow started to come down a little harder. Every blink lasted a little longer than the last until you finally fell asleep. Eventually, you woke up to the sound of your door being knocked. You stirred slightly and then woke up in the darkness of your room. It was night time now.

Knock knock. Knock knock. Knock knock.

"McKinley..." You muttered, stumbling from your chair. "I'm coming, I'm coming..."

You unlocked the door and opened it, to be not greeted with McKinley. It was Mikka instead, who looked to be cheerful and pleased. He handed you the cash that he owed you, and then some more. He adjusted his glasses and then brushed back his balding scalp. "The money I owe you, and the rest of the Red Ties. Good job with saving the others by the way, I heard the full story! Very brave of you!" Mikka stepped in a little closer and then lowered his voice. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, since you're helping me now."

You fingered through the cash to make count. You were making some really good money now. All of your guilt was suddenly buried. Business like this was good, even if it was bad. Though, your questions still remained in a stacked order. "Mind if I ask some questions before we dive any closer?"

Mikka steps into your room, nodding. "Of course. Let's just come in here and chat first. Don't want any...one with open ears to hear."

"I wouldn't want that either." Your voice lowered too before you locked the door behind him. When you looked behind yourself, you saw that he had already helped himself to one of the chairs in the room. Without turning back to you, he rolled his wrist and asked you what you wanted to know. You cleared your throat, unloading your belt from the Glock and magazines. "What'd you do with Sachio last night?"

You thought about telling him about last night, when you had found Sachio stumbling through the city alone and cleared out of her mind. All he did was shrug. "Ruprik and I fucked her as soon as Kenji passed out. It was pretty easy to convince her to undress once I told her I was gonna show her how Kenji likes it."

"Oh," is all you could manage, unsure what to follow up with.

"I took the first couple tries, breaking her in before letting Ruprik go at it. We didn't cum inside of her, don't worry - can't get her pregnant while on duty." Mikka reclined further into his chair. "She was a virgin for sure; so hopefully no one dives in and finds out she's been doing the dirty with her guards."

He laughed slightly before continuing. "I'd like to teach her how to suck a cock. Maybe take more than dick at a time."

Your eyes drifted. You weren't sure how to respond to that either. You looked at your gun and then the money. You were in pretty deep now. You couldn't reserve out of this without going down too. "So, what's next for us?"

Mikka stretched. "Glad we can talk work now. I know that there are a few others that'd pay to smash a Jap. Good money too, yeah? I'll give you a fair cut of course, get you what you need. I'll just need to get her a little more...addicted to some of the stuff I'm stocked with."

You sighed. "You're into **** too? Aren't you nervous of getting caught by your own guys?"

He shook his head. "A little bit. Honestly speaking though, I think we're so far from the HQ that our captains won't look the internal problems that much, especially regulars like myself. It's better to think you're soldiers are the best and not investigate anything than to dig every rumor and gossiping tail to see whether or not it's true. It's nearly winter and we're out of the Imperials Japanese eyes. For now at least... I bet Sachio would go for thousands on the **** market? Woof!"

"Alright, calm down Mikka." You sat beside him and ran your hand through your scalp. "I need to know what else you have in mind."

Mikka leaned in, looking at you. "I'd like to get in with a few more times before selling her off to the other boys."

"Dangerous shit, Mikka. I thought this was just going to be between the three of us."

"Well..." Mikka fished inside of his pocket and tossed you a thick roll of new print 20's. "You like that? that's another grand right there. An advanced fee if you can get her to go out with just you and me."

You held onto the money. It felt dirty...You wanted it though. You're already this far and you've done nothing to stop yourself so far, so why start now? "I'll see what I can conjure up, Mikka."

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