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L272 LA (L\'s Affair)

”So hows it going, Fairman? Must be difficult having to step in for Naomi and all. ”

FBI agents Sugita and Fairman managed to avoid the L.A. traffic as they headed down Vine Street toward the airport. In an effort to break the ice with Fairman, with whom he was partnered for the first time, Sugita brought up the subject of Naomi Misora, whod left the Bureau the week before to get married.

By ”difficult, ” Sugita was of course alluding to, among other things, Fairmans having to succeed an agent who had been stuck with the name ”Misora Massacre. ” The agent who had earned Ls trust.

”Difficult, yeah, ” Fairman replied laconically from the passenger seat. Perhaps not one for conversation.

”This is going to be one quiet ride, ” Sugita mumbled to himself. He rubbed the stubble on his face and looked down at the attaché case on Fairmans lap.

”What does the secretary of state want with confidential files from over twenty years ago anyway? ” ”Who knows? ” Fairman said. ”Far be it for us foot soldiers to understand what the higher-ups are thinking, and most of the time its safer that way. ” Sugita noticed something and peered into the rearview mirror.

”What is it, Sugita? ” Fairman asked.

”Its…nothing, ” said Sugita, shaking his head and getting a grip on the steering wheel. ”Sorry, man, I have to hop out for some cigarettes. ”

Sugita stopped for a red light and Fairman suddenly got out, attaché case in hand. ”Hey, the attaché case- ”

Maybe he hadn heard Sugita. But Fairman was not looking in the direction of the storefronts; instead he was looking at the street traffic as if waiting for something.

The cell phone inside Sugitas breast pocket vibrated. The display read ”Private Call. ” Sugita hit the ”talk ” button. ”There are no patrons in the boutique, Sugita. ”

The voice was distorted by a vocoder. The call was ended before Sugita could even ask who it was.

”What was that? A wrong number? ” Sugita mumbled to himself.

The moment Sugita turned his attention out the window, Fair man fired his gun. A tractor trailer crossing the intersection jerked out of control, then flipped over. The trailer slid on its side, sparks flying and black smoke pouring from the cab as it hurtled towardSugitas car.

From around the curtain of smoke, a chase car closed in on Sugitafrom behind.

”Damn! We were being followed! ”

Chewing his lip, Sugita tried to back the car into a side alley but was blocked. For a split second Fairmans sneering face came into view. His retreat cut off, Sugita glanced around for another escape.

”Got it! ”

Sugita pointed the car toward the sheet of flame now engulfing the still-moving trailer and floored it. He jerked the wheel to avoid a collision and popped up onto the sidewalk, hitting a fire hydrant. The car picked up speed and smashed into the show window of a boutique. Sugita shouted, ”There better not be any patrons! ” as he tore into the store.

The trailer collided with the chase car and exploded. The doors flew open and the passengers, more flame than men, tumbled out onto the street.

”What do you think you
e doing. Fairman? ” Sugita bolted out of the boutique, still tangled in the dresses from the display racks, and marched up to Fairman, his gun drawn.

Fairman pointed his gun at Sugita, glanced at the burning men on the ground, and muttered in disgust, ”The plan was to make it look like you burned to death along with the files, but- ” Fairman, whod been inching backward, suddenly broke into a run. Sugita chased after him, but the streets were too crowded with onlookers to discharge his weapon.

Damn! Naomi up and quits and one day later this is what happens!

Fairman rounded a corner and collided with a guy in a bear suit standing in front of a crepe truck marked BEARS CREPES. The impact

sent the bears armful of soda bottles rolling down the sidewalk. Fair man slipped and fell as if a rug had been pulled out from under him.

Despite hitting his hip on the pavement, Fairman recovered quickly, retrieved the briefcase, and took off again. ”Mister, would you like a crepe? ” the man in the bear suit called out casually as Sugita darted past.

”Not now. In a hurry! ”

e good, ” the bear shouted. ”And sweet! ” Fairman was moving slower after his fall. Then he crashed into an old woman, and they fell into a heap with her on top.

”Don move! ” Sugita raised his gun.

Fairman wrapped an arm around the old womans neck and jammed the barrel of his gun up against her temple. The attaché case hit the ground nearby. The closest pedestrians ran for cover, while those across the street stood and watched.

The man in the bear suit distanced himself from the crowd and spoke in a low voice. A transceiver was embedded inside the costume. ”Watari, we have an unforeseen situation. Change target from the briefcase to the man on the run. ”

”Copy ” Watari, looking down over the action from a nearby rooftop, peered through the scope of the rifle and mumbled, ”Who do we have here? ”

A little girl standing in front of a store with a Coke reached for a roll of Mentos, dropped a few of the candies into the bottle, and aimed it at Fairman. The Coke spurted like a geyser, squarely hitting its target. The barrel of Fairmans gun strayed from the old womans neck for split second. Without missing a beat, Sugita put a bullet through Fairmans shoulder. In the same instant Watari took aim at the briefcase and squeezed the trigger. The briefcase burst apart, sending fiery fragments of classified documents flying like confetti. Sugita surveyed the scene, unable to grasp what had happened.

”Respect your elders! ” The girl with the Coke bottle scolded Fair- man in rapid-fire Japanese, then walked away with a satisfied air. Sugita stood in a daze, the charred documents in his hand, when the phone in his breast pocket vibrated. It was headquarters. ”Y286, we have an emergency! The orders we received from the secretary of state were faked. You might be in for an ambush. ”

”That you, Raye? Thanks for the intel. You might have saved my ass. ”

No sooner had he ended the call that the phone vibrated again.

It was Naomi this time.

”I guess married couples think alike. ”

”What are you mad about? Listen, I can seem to get ahold of Fairman. Theres an assignment I forgot to tell him about. ” Sugita watched the police car take Fairman away and let out a deep

sigh. ”Naomi, it looks like Ill be taking over your assignments. ” ”Why? Whats going on? ” she asked, suspicious.

Sugita replied as if throwing up his hands in surrender. ”Ill take care of everything. The daily battles with the boss, the investigation with L, all of it. Congratulations on your nuptials, Naomi. ”

The young girl whod thrown the Coke stopped at the crepe truck and stared at the bear mascot with the rounded shoulders. She took it upon herself to voice an honest opinion: ”What a weird-looking crepe shop. ”

”Mind your own business, ” the man in the bear suit answered indignantly, and in Japanese.

The girl wasn at all shocked to hear her native language in a foreign land. ”Oh, you speak Japanese. Good. Ill have a chocolate crepe. Extra chocolate! ” Overwhelmed by the girls energy, the man in the bear suit awkwardly began to make a crepe. The girl seemed satisfied when he handed her a crepe dripping with chocolate sauce. ”Ooh, thats plenty. But you know, you really should

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