The next day in class, Ryu and Brieana were in their U.S. Government class. Brieana was paying attention for the most part, but Ryu was totally spaced out, thinking about his grandfather.
“Today, I want you each to design a poster that clearly identifies the voting practices in you home country of nationality and compares them to the voting practices in the United States,” Rich explained. Brieana, Jake and everyone else were keenly paying attention to Rich as he spoke. Ryu just sat there staring at nothing in particular. He just looked straight ahead, with a serious look on his face.
“For every piece of voting information you have on your poster about the United States you must have the same…”
Rich’s voice slowly turned into a static in the background. Brieana noticed that there was something wrong with Ryu. She made a look of concern at him, but Ryu did not respond. The more he thought about his grandfather the moist his eyes got. Soon, his eyes starting watering up, and tears welled in his eyes.
The screen read: DAILY BROOKINGS.COM WEST CITY’S FINEST DAILY ONLINE NEWSPAPER HOMEPAGE. There was a box underneath the word “HOMEPAGE,” and underneath the word “ENTER” was there. Ryu double clicked on “ENTER,” and came to a page that said: CUSTOM SEARCH. There was a colan at the end of it, and it was waiting for Ryu to type something in next to it. Ryu remembered going through the man who killed his grandpa’s wallet. He remembered taking his driver’s license. Ryu typed in: “Driver’s license #.” He pulled the driver’s license out of his wallet. It read: “555 444 333”. Ryu typed in: “555 444 333.” Ryu looked around to make sure no one was seeing what he was doing. All the cubicles were empty. It was late. Ryu pressed “ENTER,” and waited for the screen to load.
“ITEM’S FOUND: 2 Police bust bosses at ‘The Cage.’ A hot spot for alleged organized crime.” At the bottom right hand of the screen there was a link that said: “More?” Ryu clicked on “More?” and a picture appeared on the screen. It showed a small man with armor, a helmet, blue tights, and a blaster gun, over his hand. The next person looked exactly the same, only he was taller, and he looked like a dog. He had a snout and snapping jaws. He was the meaning of mean. The third person was fat and pink and had slightly different colored armor. It was purple. It seemed to eccentuate the man’s fat, his arms, and the top of his head had spikes sticking out. He had a device over his left eye. It seemed like a pair of sunglasses, but for one eye. The fourth and final person Ryu immeadietly recognized. It was his grandfather’s murderer. Ryu zoomed in on the man’s face and right there he confirmed it. That was the killer.
“ITEM: 2 ORGANIZED CRIME IN NEW YORK CITY an overview by Jay Wang.” The screen displayed what appeared to be a family tree of organized crime members. There must have been fifty people listed on the screen. Ryu scanned the screen with his finger. He started at the button and steadily climbed to the top, where his finger stopped right below the name Zarbon Fisk the Kingpin.
“Mister Wang?” Ryu asked as Jay was walking by.
“Hmm…? Hi, Ryu. Everything okay?” Jay asked.
“Oh sure. Easy stuff. No biggie,” Ryu answered.
“Glad to hear,” Jay replied.
“Listen, I was wondering… Um, I was putting some stuff into files and all this stuff on the the Kingpin, you know? This organized crime stuff,” Ryu explained.
“Yeah?” Jay asked.
“Well, it seems that the Kingpin… uh… Everybody knows he’s a crime boss but he gets to walk around and nobody ever does anything about it,” Ryu said.
“Yeah?” Jay said looking over his papers.
“Well, why? I mean, why does he and all these little parasites that work for him… I mean… …why do they get to do whatever they want? Like, why don’t you guys go after him?” Ryu asked.
“We did,” Jay answered simply.
“And…”
“And he bought stock in the company,” Jay said muttering a curse under his breath.
“Listen… …there’s a school of thought that says: even if the feds could bring down the Kingpin, someone else would take his place. You understand?” Jay explained. “Just the way it is.”
After Jay left, Ryu darted his head back towards the screen, with a look of grim determination on his face. He took one look on Zarbon Fisk’s name and creased his slightly.
“Oh yeah? Well, we’ll see,” Ryu muttered, turning off the computer.
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