16 Trouble

Two weeks later, Dexter was back inside of James' office, and they were sitting face to face. It was time for him to deal with whatever James had planned for him.

"Dex, I'll be honest with you. Were currently in deep shit for fucking with the Triad. They have finally started to take their expansion to Roanapur seriously and are looking to take over our operations." James sighed while grabbing and lighting a cigarette.

Dexter could tell the man was stressed out and knew it wasn't the time for jokes, so he just waited for him to speak again.

"You see, With China so close, they can keep funneling in more and more people, and sure we have the Italians on our side, but it's not enough. If we give them too much time and they get a firm hold on the city, their takeover is only inevitable." James continued.

"Get to the point; what do you need me to do?" Dexter asked calmly while internally he was piecing things together. In the anime, the bigshots were the Triad, and Hotel Moscow, which meant this gang was either wiped out, fled when things got too intense, or just had zero impact.

He had asked around about what they called themselves. Everyone had told him the Butchers Brigade, which could either be the nickname of their infantry Brigade they deserted, or they actually called themselves that.

Dexter had always known that the conflict with the Triad would be unavoidable but didn't expect it to come so soon. If he had the choice, he would never have joined with these Americans in the first place. He didn't know where they got their connections from but assumed it had something to do with James.

"One of my informants gave me a tip-off of their current location. We plan to do a joint raid with the Italians tomorrow night to stall them for a while. The only problem with my plan is they have a decent amount of people who like to go out at night. That's where you and John come in. While we hit their headquarters, you and John will kill any Chinese inside the Hazy Minx; I'm sending others to multiple locations as well, so it will be a clean sweep. That's everything so you can leave." James finished.

Dexter wasn't too surprised to hear that the first location was the Hazy Minx. It had taken a while to get there from the orphanage and was on the other side of the city.

While Dexter was walking back to his room, he thought about James' plan and how fucked they were afterward. It would at best buy them a year or two to strengthen their hold on Roanapur. The Triad wouldn't forgive them for what they had done and would just send more people.

He wouldn't be surprised if they sent assassins or hired mercenaries to wipe them out even before they arrived back in the city. Dexter went and worked out for a while before retiring to his room for the night.

Meanwhile, back inside the office, James and John were having a conversation.

"John, do you really think the kid can handle it? I know he's a good shot and all, but he's only an eight-year-old man; I feel like shit making him do stuff like this." James asked while passing a cigarette to John.

"I know what you mean, but the kids already got a screw loose. Did you forget the first time you saw him? You said he was fine after killing those two idiots. Then he even joked after he ended the other retard. Even if we set him free into the world, he'll probably end up killing people wherever he goes, so wouldn't it be better just to use him now?." John replied and let out a chuckle.

He had nothing against the kid and actually liked him, but that didn't mean he was all there in the head. He didn't exactly care about that, though, since no one in their group was 'normal.'

"Yeah, When I had Dex kill the guy for me, I was actually going to do it myself if he refused, but he just agreed right away and asked for more information on the guy. After I told him a few things, he hopped right out of the car and went for it. I mean, the first time I even killed someone was when I was twenty, and I felt like shit for it, man." James ruminated for a few seconds and took a drag before continuing.

"I still can't believe we volunteered for that hellhole. What the fuck were we thinking, John. We could've had a good life, but we ended up stuck in this shithole as a bunch of fucking criminals." James sighed and rested his head against the desk.

"Come on, stop being such a pussy; we work with two different mafias and make good fucking money. It was your idea to come here anyway. Keep your head up, man it's just a bunch of chinks. They aren't in their home turf like those gook bastards, alright? They're probably only here because they couldn't fuckin see the map and got lost." John answered.

He glared at James for a few seconds because this was the first time he'd seen him act so soft since they arrived in the city. If they were going to stay alive, they had to either man the hell up or just give up on everything, and he would much rather do the latter.

"Alright, get your racist ass out of my fucking office. I have a lot to think about tonight." James said while shooing him away with his hands.

Meanwhile, Dexter was completely unaware of their talk about him and was about to go to sleep.