The four agents hadn't returned with their respective quarries, making Mancini, who was sitting at his desk, somewhat on edge.
Tom Mancini was Konstantiniadis' head of security. He was a former FBI officer and fully committed to the latter's cause, being frustrated with corruption in law enforcement that he left his job. He had succeeded in loading weapons onto the company's ships, creating hidden armories for each vessel. Konstantiniadis had a new job for him -that, we will take up later!
It started when Kim Nam-ha returned to the port after he had gotten lost but was saved by a stranger. the young north Korean had excitedly spoken about his rescuer in a way that made Mancini suspicious. It was part of his job to make sure that none of the people the business tycoon had taken under his wing spill any of the secrets. He knew the north Korean was honest. So there must have been something else that was afoot. People were already wondering what happened when many youngsters were joining Green Oceans and Mancini was not above using threats and intimidation to keep nosy figures at bay; there were even some who ended up sleeping with the fish.
Presently, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Mancini.
In came four other security men with disturbed looks. These were the men he had sent out to find the others who had trailed the north Korean's rescuer and his mysterious acquaintance.
"What happened?" Mancini asked.
"We found them sir," said one of them unnervedly. "But they're all dead."
Dead. So someone powerful was taking active notice. Back in the United States, Mancini had bribed operatives of the federal government into not conducting investigations. This time, it obviously wasn't someone from back home.
"Did you find out anything else?"
"Hauser and Romano were killed by these scissors," said the leader of the group, producing the scissors in a ziploc bag. "Reynolds and Cartman were strangled to death."
"No," said another man. "More like their necks were broken."
There was another man in the room an Asian; he was seated on a sofa next to the door with his legs crossed, arms folded, head lowered and eyes deep in thought. Upon mention of the word "scissors," he opened his eyes as the scissors were placed on Mancini's desk. Mancini noticed this.
"Clean up everything," said Mancini, looking at the scissors, "and make sure the the local police don't ask any questions."
"Yes sir," said the men.
After the door was closed, Mancini turned to the man sitting right next to it. "You know anything about this?" he asked him.
"I already have suspicions," came the reply.
"Look into it."
The Asian man stood up, bowed to Mancini and walked out the door.
The baby was delivered before the doctor arrived. It was a girl. She was crying a lot; even when placed next to her mother, she didn't calm down. While everybody was overjoyed, they were also wondering how to calm her down. When given to her father, she didn't stop crying. When given to Konstantiniadis, she didn't stop crying. When given to Shoji, she, well, didn't stop crying.
Finally, Chidori took her, rocked her gently and sang a song in a language that was neither english nor japanese:
Tom Mancini was Konstantiniadis' head of security. He was a former FBI officer and fully committed to the latter's cause, being frustrated with corruption in law enforcement that he left his job. He had succeeded in loading weapons onto the company's ships, creating hidden armories for each vessel. Konstantiniadis had a new job for him -that, we will take up later!
It started when Kim Nam-ha returned to the port after he had gotten lost but was saved by a stranger. the young north Korean had excitedly spoken about his rescuer in a way that made Mancini suspicious. It was part of his job to make sure that none of the people the business tycoon had taken under his wing spill any of the secrets. He knew the north Korean was honest. So there must have been something else that was afoot. People were already wondering what happened when many youngsters were joining Green Oceans and Mancini was not above using threats and intimidation to keep nosy figures at bay; there were even some who ended up sleeping with the fish.
Presently, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Mancini.
In came four other security men with disturbed looks. These were the men he had sent out to find the others who had trailed the north Korean's rescuer and his mysterious acquaintance.
"What happened?" Mancini asked.
"We found them sir," said one of them unnervedly. "But they're all dead."
Dead. So someone powerful was taking active notice. Back in the United States, Mancini had bribed operatives of the federal government into not conducting investigations. This time, it obviously wasn't someone from back home.
"Did you find out anything else?"
"Hauser and Romano were killed by these scissors," said the leader of the group, producing the scissors in a ziploc bag. "Reynolds and Cartman were strangled to death."
"No," said another man. "More like their necks were broken."
There was another man in the room an Asian; he was seated on a sofa next to the door with his legs crossed, arms folded, head lowered and eyes deep in thought. Upon mention of the word "scissors," he opened his eyes as the scissors were placed on Mancini's desk. Mancini noticed this.
"Clean up everything," said Mancini, looking at the scissors, "and make sure the the local police don't ask any questions."
"Yes sir," said the men.
After the door was closed, Mancini turned to the man sitting right next to it. "You know anything about this?" he asked him.
"I already have suspicions," came the reply.
"Look into it."
The Asian man stood up, bowed to Mancini and walked out the door.
The baby was delivered before the doctor arrived. It was a girl. She was crying a lot; even when placed next to her mother, she didn't calm down. While everybody was overjoyed, they were also wondering how to calm her down. When given to her father, she didn't stop crying. When given to Konstantiniadis, she didn't stop crying. When given to Shoji, she, well, didn't stop crying.
Finally, Chidori took her, rocked her gently and sang a song in a language that was neither english nor japanese:
- Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes
- Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
- Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
- Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
- Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
- Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
- Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
- Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.
- Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
- Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
- Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
- Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
- Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
- Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
- Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
- Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?
- Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
- Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
- Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
- Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
- Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
- Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
- Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes
- Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.
- When she finished singing the child went into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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