“Games? Fun?” the commander said, his temper starting to rise again. “Aside from the danger of the locals figuring out your charade, what are you going to do if you run into a member of the real Yakusa? I don’t think they’d take kindly to your trying to pass yourself off as one of their representatives.”
“I think you’re underestimating me, Captain,” the Legionnaire said. “I may refer to it as a game, but as a habitual gambler, I’ve studied the odds very carefully. It’s doubtful it will even occur to the locals that I might be an imposter for the very reason you just mentioned: Who would ever think of posing as a member of the Yakusa? What’s more, it’s extremely doubtful that I’ll run into anyone from that organization, since they’ve been carefully staying away from Lorelei for years.”
“How do you know that?”
“I made a few calls,” Sushi said with a smile. “While my family is quite scrupulous about avoiding criminal enterprise, myself being a notable exception, it nonetheless is aware of the underworld network and maintains several contacts for the sole purpose of information and communication. That raises another point, Captain.”
The Legionnaire dropped his smile.
“I’m not sure how familiar you are with the Yakusa, but it’s not really a single organization. Like its Western counterparts, it’s actually made up of several families who operate under a mutual truce. If I did run into a member, I’d simply claim to be from another family. I’m familiar with the general recognition codes.”