Chief O’Hara and the rest of the station were still busy writing up their reports concerning Mark Wilson. While Moon Lake’s police force was small, they still had to abide by the procedures that govern officer involved shootings. Chief O’Hara had to involve the state police. There was nothing that could be done to prevent it. With the possibility that Mark Wilson already committed murder; a bloody rag supporting that theory. Chief O’Hara was glad the case would soon be off his desk. Still Daisuke Tachibana and his katana is going to be tough to explain away, when the troopers view the surveillance footage.
“Let’s just hope this becomes and open and shut case,” O’Hara talks to himself. Taking a small moment to get himself another cup of coffee; O’Hara tries to make the best of a long night.
*****
Dieter was fuming. He just found out that Mark Wilson got caught. With less than a week to go to stop Jenny Harper’s ‘wedding’; Dieter decides that enough is enough. “If you want something done; you’re going to have to do it yourself,” he grumbles. Turning around he sees the prostitute he picked up still asleep in his bed. Grabbing her clothes and yanking her by the hair; Dieter tosses her out of his room. He throws a few one hundred dollar bills her way and tells her to scram.
Placing a few call while he gets dressed, Dieter gets a few of his trusted associates and tells them to meet him at his private plane. “Arm up,” he says. ”We have a wedding to stop and a town to burn.” Still fuming over Mark’s ineptitude; Dieter barrels out of his room to still see the girl he tossed out. Barely half dressed and half awake. He grabs her and frog marches her to the front entrance of his mansion and tosses her out the door. He himself is about to leave when a servant comes up to him and hands him his cellphone.
“A call for you sir,” the servant responds. “It’s Otto.”
Mark grabs the phone and dismisses the servant. “Otto, give me good news. Yes I know Mark got caught. That’s why I’m up and scrambling.” Listening for a few minutes, Dieter’s eyes go wide. “Killed you say? Fuck. Isn’t this town supposed to be run by some two-bit sheriff?” Dieter hears the hurried explanation. “No Excuses. You get down there and watch. Me and the boys are on our way.”
Dieter hangs up and throws the phone. Mark dead. His most not completely useless employee; taken out by a country sheriff and a couple of deputies. Dieter hopes Otto has enough sense to stay back and observe. He pulls open a drawer and arms himself with a desert eagle. Heading to his garage he sees the same servant he dismissed earlier. “When I come back with my wife, I expect this place to be spotless.” Dieter nearly shouts.
The servant only stands at attention waiting for Dieter to leave before daring to move. “Yes sir. Would you like any refreshments prepared for your journey sir?"
“No. Wait. Yes!” Turning around to face the servant. “Contact my pilot and have him stock the plane with beer and roast beef sandwiches.”
“Very good sir,” the servant leaves at once to do as Dieter commands.
“Perhaps not all my employees are useless,” he muses. Jumping into his jeep, Dieter drives off. Seeing the same prostitute that he chuck out his door; he manically laughs as he made her run off the road and fall into a muddy ditch as he drove by. The prostitute utters several curse words and displaying rude hand gestures in return.
*****
Daisuke Tachibana was in the hospital being tended to. While he was a were-fox and could heal fast; doctors still need to remove the bullet from him. He knew he would be forced to sit out on an active security position during the wedding. He noticed his grandmother Tachibana come to great him just before being wheeled into surgery. He smiles knowing everything will be alright, but still wonders if he could have done more.
Mark Wilson nearly killed him in the interrogation room. Daisuke wonders if he wasn’t there, then perhaps Mark wouldn’t have tried to make his escape. ‘Wearing that black suit must have made Mark think I was a federal agent,’ he thinks to himself. ‘I should tell mother we will need to have our security wear tuxedos to blend in.’ Daisuke Tachibana has a half dozen our ideals racing through his head but the anesthesiologist begins to put him under for his surgery.
*****
A couple hours later Daisuke wakes up in a hospital bed. An I.V tube running into one arm; the other in a sling. He gets up to see his grandmother waiting for him to wake.
“The brave warrior finally rises,” She smiles. “How do you feel?”
“I feel like I brought shame to our family,” Daisuke remarks.
“How so?”
“I allowed the enemy to hit me,” Daisuke struggles to get up.
“Nonsense,” Tachibana chortles. “You bared your family’s blade at the enemy, ready to defend yourself. If he had of struck you down, you would of died a warriors death.” Tachibana continues “You did your ancestors proud. Don’t let your own self-doubt tell you otherwise.” Tachibana gets up and guides her grandson back to lie down. “Rest for now. I’ll be by later tomorrow with some soup.”
Daisuke felt relieved with what his grandmother said but still needed to speak up. “There is one thing I need to mention.”
“What is it,” Tachibana asks.
“Have security blend in during the wedding. Tuxedos only. I fear this Mark Wilson may have mistaken me for a federal agent. If his friends see security dressed like the secret service; they might come in guns blazing.”
“A wise precaution,” Tachibana nods in approval. “Now rest.”