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That was it then.

The Yakuza moved on the Russians, executing them like common mongrels. He could have done something, could have acted. But he would have lost a valuable asset. He couldn't afford to let Jackie know he was onto him, that he was going to follow him and try to break apart whatever plans he had in store. While he could say that they were only criminals and that their deaths meant less of them, it didn't justify the killings; not like their deaths made a dent in the Russians' ranks anyway. There were many, many more of them to spread the infection of crime around this city.

He'd just have to make time to tear them apart, too...

The Yakuza were leaving the scene, the sound of sirens not too far off. Batman took this as an opportunity to make himself scarce. He already knew the whereabouts of the Red Rain, their territory at the teahouse; he even knew where a few of them lived. So not tailing them as they exited the alleyway was of no consequence.

He'd see Jackie again, in due time, before Van Lugen, even. For now, it was just a matter of considering all the angles; the motives, the methods, and so forth, until he got what he wanted. Someday, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, he would come down hard on the Red Rain.

He just needed that opening.