Meanwhile at a African-American own restaurant in Southeast DC.

A man in a suit, styled dreadlocks and a trimmed beard was seen eating his meal.

He didn't come alone as a couple other African-American men and women dressed similar either ate or drank something.

A Caucasian man in a business causal outfit entered and immediately sat in front of the man enjoying his meal.

"Detective. You're late again." The man said as he drank a cold sweet iced tea. "What's your excuse this time."

The man eating is Elijah Hendricks. Don of the Black Mob(an African-American Mafia). This restaurant is one of his businesses.

"Look, something went down in Virginia. National Guardsmen are doing roadblocks, airports are closed, and DC will be on a district lockdown." The detective said with both a rushed and nervous tone. "So right now we still have no idea who brought those drugs in."

"Not too hard to find a drug lab that selling poison on the streets. Especially when I get a text from my trustworthy underboss to look after and keep watch of his family for the next ten hours. I even got a call from a Lieutenant General before the text." Elijah said referencing Anthony who is the underboss/2nd-in-command and Reeves.

"Maybe you should clarify to them that it wasn't the Ultranationalists." The detective whispered as Elijah finally looked up at him. "But I guess it's too late to tell most of them as they probably have their cells off."

"Watch your fucking tone, detective. Use that smug demeanor with anyone else but me." Elijah whispered back.

The detective shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly realizing he had overstepped. He lowered his voice even further, trying to recover. "Mr. Hendricks, I'm just saying this situation is volatile. If your underboss and Reeves are already on the warpath, it's going to get messy fast. And the last thing DC needs is more chaos."

Elijah leaned back in his chair, wiping his hands with a napkin before folding it neatly and setting it aside. His expression remained calm, but the intensity in his eyes made it clear who was in control. "Detective, let me make something clear to you. My people don't move unless I say so. If Reeves or Anthony are acting, it's because they're dealing with something personal. You have no idea the kind of restraint I'm exercising right now. That poison they're pushing? It's killing our people, my people."

The detective nodded quickly, sensing he needed to tread carefully. "I get that. I do. But if we don't coordinate, it could spiral out of control. The last thing anyone wants is another incident."

Elijah smirked, though there was no humor in it. "Incident? Detective, what's going down in Virginia is already an incident. What I want is answers. Who's behind this? Who's bold enough to bring poison into my streets, endanger my community, and make a fool out of my organization?"

The detective sighed, leaning in closer. "We've been tracing the supply lines, and it's not local. Whoever's running this operation is funneling it in from multiple points. Ports, airfields, even backwater roads. They've got the infrastructure to make this a nationwide problem."

Elijah's expression darkened. "And you've got nothing concrete? No names, no faces?"

"We've got a few leads," the detective admitted. "But nothing definitive. Not yet."

Elijah took a slow sip of his iced tea, his gaze never leaving the detective. "You've got one job, Detective. To keep this city clean. And if you can't do it, then I'll handle it myself. And trust me, you don't want that."

The detective swallowed hard. "I'll get you those answers, Mr. Hendricks. I swear."

"Good." Elijah set his glass down and leaned forward, his tone sharp. "Because if I find out you've been dragging your feet, or worse, covering for someone, there won't be a conversation next time. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal," the detective said quickly.

Elijah nodded, his demeanor shifting back to one of calculated calm. "Now get out of my sight. And don't come back until you've got something worth my time."

The detective hurriedly stood, nodding respectfully before making his way out of the restaurant. As he disappeared through the door, Elijah turned to his associates, his voice low and commanding. "Make sure every corner of this city knows we're watching. If someone's moving poison, I want them found. No excuses."

The men and women around the table nodded, their faces set with determination. Elijah leaned back once more, his expression unreadable as he stared out the window.

"Whoever you are," he muttered under his breath, "you've made a grave mistake bringing your war to my doorstep."

Meanwhile at an penthouse in Tokyo, Japan.

A beautiful mature woman in a yukata and her hair tied in a traditional Japanese bun was having a meeting with her Lieutenants.

Apparently someone has messed up and wanted to know who it was.

Himari Fujiwara sat at the head of a long, polished table in her Tokyo penthouse, her Lieutenants seated around her. The room was dimly lit, the glow of the city skyline casting a faint reflection across the glass surface. She adjusted the sash of her yukata, her expression sharp and unwavering.

「誰がミスを犯したのか、私は知りたい。」(Dare ga misu o okashita no ka, watashi wa shiritai.) {"I want to know who made the mistake."}

The room was silent. Her Lieutenants exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak. The tension was palpable until her phone buzzed on the table. Picking it up, Himari read the message sent from her U.S. contact. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her focus shifting entirely.

「議題を変更する。」(Gidai o henkō suru.) {"We are changing the topic."}

The Lieutenants straightened in their seats, waiting for her next words. Himari placed the phone on the table and folded her hands in front of her.

「アメリカで何かが起こっている。アンソニーからの連絡だ。」(Amerika de nanika ga okotte iru. Ansonī kara no renraku da.) {"Something is happening in the United States. This is a message from Anthony."} The mention of their underboss's name drew immediate attention. Himari's expression grew darker. 「彼の家族が危険にさらされている可能性がある。」(Kare no kazoku ga kiken ni sarasarete iru kanōsei ga aru.) {"His family may be in danger."}

One of her Lieutenants, a younger man with a scar across his cheek, leaned forward. 「指示をお待ちしています、会長。」(Shiji o omachi shiteimasu, kaichō.) {"We await your instructions, Boss."}

Himari nodded and stood, her presence commanding. 「すぐに調査を始めて。アメリカに行ける部隊を編成する。」(Sugu ni chōsa o hajimete. Amerika ni ikeru butai o hensei suru.) {"Begin investigating immediately. Assemble a team to go to the United States."}

She looked out the window, her voice growing softer but no less authoritative. 「アンソニーは私たちにとって家族同然だ。彼の家族を守るのは私たちの責任だ。」(Ansonī wa watashitachi ni totte kazoku dōzen da. Kare no kazoku o mamoru no wa watashitachi no sekinin da.) {"Anthony is like family to us. It is our responsibility to protect his family."}

The room stirred with activity as her Lieutenants began making calls and preparations.

One of the older Lieutenants hesitated before speaking. 「アメリカの状況は複雑です。行動することで問題が悪化する可能性はありませんか？」(Amerika no jōkyō wa fukuzatsu desu. Kōdō suru koto de mondai ga akkasuru kanōsei wa arimasen ka?) {"The situation in America is complicated. Is there a chance our actions might escalate the problem?"}

Himari turned, her gaze icy. 「問題が悪化することを心配して、家族を放置するわけにはいかない。」(Mondai ga akkasuru koto o shinpai shite, kazoku o hōchi suru wake ni wa ikanai.) {"We cannot abandon family out of fear of escalation."}

Her tone softened slightly. 「アンソニーはかつて、私の娘を救うために何の躊躇もせず助けてくれた。今度は私たちの番だ。」(Ansonī wa katsute, watashi no musume o sukū tame ni nani no chūcho mo sezu tasukete kureta. Kondo wa watashitachi no ban da.) {"Anthony once helped me without hesitation to save my daughter. Now it's our turn."}

The room quieted, the weight of her words resonating deeply.

As the Lieutenants moved to carry out her orders, Himari stepped aside, pulling out a small photograph from her desk drawer. It was an old picture of a 13-year-old Anthony standing next to her and her young daughter, who was holding a stuffed animal. A rare, fond smile crossed her face before she tucked it away. 「準備が整い次第、私に知らせて。」(Junbi ga totonai shidai, watashi ni shirase te.) {"Let me know as soon as everything is ready."}

Her resolve was unshakable, her loyalty clear. The Blood Sakura Yakuza would move swiftly and decisively to protect one of their own.

Meanwhile in a estate in Mexico.

A beautiful young woman was about to go to bed in her red nightgown.

Her name is Sofia Collazo. She became the leader of her father's cartel after he died five years ago.

She is a excellent leader and expanded it from just Mexico to international.

Sofia Collazo leaned against the plush headboard of her luxurious bed, her crimson nightgown glinting in the soft light of her bedside lamp. Her fingers scrolled through her phone as she read the latest updates from her operations across the globe. The weight of leadership bore down on her, but Sofia had proven herself more than capable of continuing her father's legacy. She paused mid-scroll when a particular notification caught her attention.

Her dark eyes sharpened, and her expression shifted from calm to urgent. Sofia immediately tapped the screen, dialing a number. She waited, her other hand instinctively brushing through her long, dark hair as the call connected.

A deep male voice answered on the other end. "Señora Collazo."

"Listen carefully," Sofia said, her tone icy but calm. "I've just received a message regarding Anthony Towson's family. They might be in danger."

There was a moment of silence before her Lieutenant spoke. "Understood. Are we certain it's credible?"

"If Anthony sent out the call, it's credible. I don't care what it takes; I want our people in DC on high alert. Have the team stationed near his family move to protect them immediately. No mistakes, no delays."

"Of course, Señora. I'll have them in position within the hour."

Sofia nodded to herself, her mind already spinning through contingencies. "Good. And make sure they're discreet. This isn't about sending a message; it's about ensuring their safety."

"Entendido, Señora." The line went dead, and Sofia placed her phone on the nightstand, her fingers lingering over it for a moment. She leaned back, exhaling deeply.

Her thoughts drifted to Anthony, memories of their time together in high school flashing through her mind. It felt like a lifetime ago. He had been her senior prom date, the one boy who had seen beyond her family's notorious name and treated her as Sofia, not "Collazo's daughter." They had shared dreams of escaping their respective legacies, even if only for a little while.

But life had pulled them in different directions. Anthony had gone on to serve his country and build alliances far beyond her reach, while Sofia had embraced her inheritance, transforming her father's cartel into a global powerhouse. Despite their separation, she had never truly forgotten him.

Her phone buzzed again, interrupting her reverie. A message from the same Lieutenant confirmed the team was already on the move. Sofia smiled faintly, proud of her people's efficiency.

"Siempre estoy aquí para ti, Anthony," she murmured to herself. {"I'm always here for you, Anthony."}

She turned off the lamp, darkness enveloping the room. Yet her mind stayed alert, her resolve unwavering. No one would threaten Anthony's family—not while she still drew breath.

Back to Virginia, Reeves was at the airport waiting for the others to arrive from Vacuo. Ryan said ten hours. It has been ten hours and thirty minutes. He then saw a military cargo plane landing and taxi toward the hanger he's in.

That must be them. Their late.

Reeves stood at the edge of the hangar, his hands clenched into fists as he watched the massive military cargo plane slowly taxi toward him. The hum of the engines reverberated through the space, shaking the air and adding to the tension that had been building in his chest for the past thirty minutes. He glanced at his watch again, irritation flickering in his expression.

'Ten hours, Ryan said. It's been ten hours and thirty damn minutes.'

He adjusted his stance, his combat boots scraping against the concrete floor, as the plane finally came to a halt. The engines powered down with a deep mechanical groan, and the rear cargo ramp began to lower, revealing the shadowy interior of the aircraft. Reeves could see silhouettes moving inside, and the sound of boots hitting metal echoed as the first group of soldiers stepped out.

Leading the charge was none other than Ryan Cooper, his ever-present smirk plastered across his face despite the long journey. Reeves crossed his arms, his frustration evident.

"You're late," Reeves said bluntly, his voice cutting through the noise of the disembarking troops.

Ryan shrugged as he approached, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Reeves' tension. "We ran into a bit of turbulence. Not my fault the winds over the Atlantic decided to mess with our ETA."

Reeves raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You had me standing here for thirty minutes wondering if something went wrong."

"Well, clearly nothing did," Ryan replied, motioning to the stream of soldiers and personnel filing out of the plane. "We're all here, in one piece, more or less."

Behind Ryan, Anthony emerged, his expression more serious but tinged with relief as he caught sight of Reeves. "Austin," he greeted, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and gratitude. "Thanks for waiting."

Reeves gave him a nod, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "You're here now. That's what matters. How was Vacuo?"

Anthony's jaw tightened as he briefly glanced back at the plane, where medics were tending to a few visibly injured soldiers. "Hell on Earth, but we held the line. For now."

Reeves' gaze shifted to the injured being escorted out, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Looks like it wasn't easy."

"It never is," Anthony replied grimly. "But we've got bigger problems waiting for us here, don't we?"

Reeves nodded. "Yeah. And we need to move fast. The situation stateside isn't getting any better."

As the soldiers continued unloading gear and medical supplies, Reeves motioned for Ryan and Anthony to follow him. "We've got a briefing in an hour. I'll fill you in on the details. For now, get yourselves cleaned up and grab a bite. You're gonna need it."

Ryan smirked as he fell into step beside Reeves. "You're a real ray of sunshine, you know that?"

"Shut up, Cooper," Reeves muttered, but there was a faint hint of amusement in his tone.

As the trio made their way out of the hangar, the weight of their next mission loomed heavy over them. Whatever awaited them, it was clear that the fight was far from over.

Reeves then someone missing in the large gathering, "Where's Brussett?"

"Uhh..." Mina said sheepishly while looking at the side of the hangar. "He's preoccupied with... healing..."

Miho and Reeves pitch the bridge of their noses. "The fuck happened?" The latter asked.

<Three days ago>

Keith entered his personal quarters to relax when he saw a certain shortstack Japanese woman in a sexy pink nightgown on his bed.

"...wanna explain to me what you're doing here?" Keith asked remembering he locked the door.

"I came looking for a husband~" She said with a sharp tooth smile. "Names Mako. Mako Takahashi. Younger sister of Mina Takahashi."

Keith blinked at what he heard, "A husband? Excuse me?"

"Oh I know who you are Keith R. Handsome. Because I calls you Keith R. Handsome. I've been watching you since we landed in this desert crap whole. It don't make no different." She sits up, "Now I tell you what. I likes ya~ and I wants ya~ Now we can do this hard way or we can do it the Takahashi Clan way. The choice is yours~" She giggles.

Keith just blinked at what the short thicc Japanese woman said. "Well 1, I don't think we'll be doing anything any kind of way. And 2, what the hell is the 'Takahashi Clan' way?" Keith said but Mako just smiles wide.

"Okay I see you choosing the Takahashi Clan way." Mako said as she stretches.

"Hold on shortstack. I didn't-" Keith didn't finish his sentence as Mako with the similar strength as her older sister pulled Keith to the bed like he weighed nothing and began stripping his clothes.

"DON'T MAKE ME RUIN THAT DICK!!"

"NO WAIT!!"

"LIE DOWN!!"

"NO PLEASE!!"

"HOLD STILL!!"

"AT LEAST LET ME WEAR A CONDOM!!"

"I'M WARRIOR!!!"

It was then Mina came by the door with a tablet, "Hey sir. Can you sign this doc-" she stopped mid-sentence as she saw her she fucking Keith and probably destroying his pelvis in the process. "..." Mina slowly backed away closing the door.

<Present>

Everyone was jaw dropped shocked, disgusted, disappointed, and surprised at what Mina explained.

"Please don't blame my sister. Blame my mother. For teaching her that." Mina deadpans.

"LADY!! You and your sister need help!" Yang, Raven, Hyena, Eun-jin, Kang, Jie, Pyrrha, Summer, Shino, Jaune, Coco, Velvet, David, and Igor exclaimed.

"I mean..." Karma started but Anthony was quick to finish it.

"KARMA!! Rape isn't funny!"

"It is when it's someone you don't give a shit about." Mina deadpans as everyone turned to her again.

"Okay no more Redbull for you." Miho said remembering Mina drinking those on the flight.

The room fell into an awkward silence after Mina's casual remark, the weight of the situation making everyone exchange wide-eyed glances. Miho massaged her temples, trying to wrap her head around the absurdity of what she had just heard.

"Alright," Reeves finally broke the silence, his tone sharp and authoritative. "We're not here to discuss the Takahashi Clan way or anyone's personal escapades. This is a military operation, and I expect professionalism."

Anthony nodded, still trying to process the whole explanation. "Agreed. Mina, you and your sister need a serious intervention. Like, yesterday."

Mina shrugged nonchalantly. "Look, I didn't invent the Takahashi Clan way, okay? It's just a thing in my family."

Karma smirked and whispered to Hyena, "Imagine family gatherings at their house."

"Enough!" Reeves barked, silencing the murmurs in the room. He pointed at Mina. "You're off Redbull indefinitely, and you're to speak to a counselor once this mission is over."

Mina saluted lazily, clearly unbothered. "Yes, sir."

Miho sighed, shaking her head. "We need to get back on track. Where's Keith now?"

Mina gestured to the side of the hangar. "Probably still in medical. He'll be walking funny for a while. My sister tends to leave... lasting impressions."

"Jesus Christ," muttered David, pinching the bridge of his nose. "This is like a fever dream."

Reeves clapped his hands to regain everyone's attention. "Alright, enough of this nonsense. We've got bigger issues than Takahashi Clan mating rituals. Focus on the mission, people!"

As the group began to disperse, Yang leaned over to Mina and whispered, "You seriously need to write a book about your family. It'd sell like hotcakes."

Mina just grinned. "Only if I can call it How to Ruin a Man's Pelvis in 10 Easy Steps."

Reeves overheard and groaned audibly. "I'm getting too old for this shit."