Hard Boiled – Episode Two: The Roof is on Fire 1.51

“Lucy, I’m home,” Corin said in his best Desi Arnaz impression as he stepped out of the shadow made by his bedroom closet door, “and boy have I had one hell of a night. I just wanna get some serious rest,” Without changing Corin flopped face first on the bed his fedora flying off his head onto the floor below. Jamie walked into the room with a wry smile on her face.

“Wake up hero boy,” she said while she picked up her foot and lightly kicked Corin in the seat of the pants.

“Don’t wanna wake up, almost got shot and blown up tonight too tired. Go night-night now,” Corin said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

“We gotta head in to work.”

“Wha, why?” Corin turned his head away from the pillow.

“Due to some trouble at the docks,” her voice dripped with sarcasm, “they need extra support and we’re on call tonight, so they’re calling us in.”

“You have got to be joking?” Corin said as he turned his face toward her.

“Wish I was handsome,” she said as she kissed him on the forehead, “but I’m not, so get that cute little butt of yours in gear we gotta go.”

Corin grumbled as he got up from the bed, “Gimme fifteen for a quick shower and a change of clothes.”


“Here doctor, we need you to sign these,” the young nurse handed Corin a clipboard with a patient’s medical chart. Corin flipped through the pages and nodded. He pulled out a pen from his shirt pocket and signed the top page, and handed the clipboard back to her.

“Here ya go Becky,” he said as he looked up and noticed two of Garrison’s finest guarding the room in front of him, “What’s that all about?”

“Oh they’re guarding a witness or something to what happened earlier at the docks. Asian guy, mid-twenties, no I.D. on him. Some awesome tattoos though, all over his body. Too bad a few of them got damaged especially on his chest, some sort of electrical burns.”

“Electrical burns?”

“Yeah, but what’s funny is that I heard a few of the cops talking, they were saying that weirdo Kardiac was involved.”

“Hmmm, really?”

“Well, that’s what I heard um say. Well anyway doc I got to get these files to the nurses station then head to trauma one, see ya later.”

As the young nurse turned to leave, the smile Corin had painted on his face changed to a grim resolve. He knew exactly who was on the other side of that door. It was one of the two Yakuza hit men that he ran into earlier that night on the boat. This guy might know something about the drop tonight in Little Tokyo, now all I gotta do is get to him, he thought to himself. A quick look out the double doors that were the entrance to the hospital revealed that the sun had not come up yet. Seeing this, a smile crossed Corin’s lips, as an idea formed in his head; he turned quickly and headed toward the nearest supply closet.


Andy slipped into Sleepwalker’s voice when the com buzzed. He tapped the small receiver by his ear. “Go.”

“Is it safe?” Mid-Night Man, his new partner in unauthorized overtime, carried across airwaves. He double-checked the lock on the surveillance review room door.

“I’m secure. You?”

“In a supply closet at the hospital.”

Sleepwalker raised an eyebrow. “Do you have an R&B singer and a midget in there too?”

“No, but I do have a Yakuza thug in protective custody a few doors down. Two uniforms at the door and possibly more inside.” The Starlight Sleuth’s voice played out over street camera footage from Little Tokyo. Fifteen different surveillance feeds ran at once at half-speed. People moved in jerks and stumbles, but he began seeing patterns there.

“Interesting. I’ve been looking over life in their old neighborhood. I take it you want to be able to chat with them in private?”

“Can we arrange that?”

He twirled his pen along his fingers until it became a circular bur. “I can get you about an hour. Will that be enough?”

“It should.”

“Good. Give me five minutes to make some calls. You’ll see both officers go on lunch break at the same time thanks to some accidental scheduling problems. When you get inside, be sure to turn on the humidifier. The noise will help mask things. And don’t worry about any cameras, I’ve got that handled here.”

A pause. “Got it.”

“Good,” Sleepwalker paused, “And you may need to keep this short, so I’ve got a few suggestions.”

“Suggestions?”

He smiled. “Don’t worry. Everything I’m about to tell you is perfectly acceptable according to the United States intelligence community.”


Yoshiro stared up at the ceiling of his hospital room. The police had been in his room just an hour before, trying to find out exactly why he had been on the yacht, and why it had exploded. He would not speak, and when he did it was only in Japanese so that they would leave him alone, except when he asked for a lawyer. A chuckle escaped as he thought of the look of the stupid detective’s faces. As he laughed, Yoshiro suddenly noticed that the shadows were thickening and growing on the walls and around him, his eyes widened as the Mid-Night Man stepped out of nowhere.

“Hi there, I believe I met you somewhere before… It was on that boat trip right?”

Yoshiro opened his mouth but the voice that came out was only a whisper, “Officers.”

“Don’t worry about them big boy,” he tapped Yoshiro’s foot with the barrel of his dart gun, “they can’t see or hear us. We’re all alone and we have a few things to discuss.”

“Lawyer,” he whispered again.

The Starlight Sleuth, leaned in close to Yoshiro, “Do you really think I give a damn about you wanting a lawyer. I want information and you’re going to give it to me. I want to know about the shipment tomorrow in Little Tokyo. What is it, when is it to be delivered, and who’s guarding it?”

[“Go to hell!”]

“Now now, I can’t speak Japanese, but I don’t think that was the answer I wanted, so why don’t you try again. What is the shipment, when is it to be delivered, and who’s guarding it?”

“Let me say it in English Gaijin, go to hell!”

“Yaknow,” The Mid-Night Man said as he walked over to the bedside table, “It’s really interesting how amazing modern medicine is, the one drawback though,” he pulled a bag out of his jacket pocket, “if you accidentally mix two drugs nasty side effects can happen,” he opened the bag and pulled out a syringe, “Take what they’re pumping into you right now, morphine right? Yep, sure is. Anyway, It’s amazing what can happen when you mix morphine with this,” he tapped the side of the syringe,”This is benzoproxoate, it is a very powerful steroid used for cancer patients who are on chemotherapy. What’s funny is,” he poked the end of the syringe into a receptacle on the side of the IV tube, “This little jewel mixed with morphine can cause almost instant blindness. Now then let’s go over it one, more, time, what is the shipment, when is it to be delivered, and who’s guarding it?”

Yoshiro’s eyes darted nervously for a moment, but was quickly covered by a defiant sneer, “You wouldn’t, you’re a hero.”

“Right now I don’t give a crap about being a hero, all I care about is stopping that shipment. Now tell me what I want to know.”

Yoshiro strained against the straps that held his arms down, “Officers, help me!”

“Tsk, tsk, I told you, they can’t hear us. And I’m tired of playing with you,” the Mid-Night Man depressed the plunger on the syringe forcing it’s liquid contents into the IV tube, Yoshiro screamed, “Now there’s no reason for that, you brought it on yourself. Not that it’s gonna happen all at once, first you’re sights gonna a tad blurry,” as the Starlight Sleuth said this Yoshiro’s sight darkened, and it became hard for him to see his interrogator, “then you might start seeing shapes whirl around you eyes,” As he said that, shadowy visions whirled around his head diving toward him. Yoshiro violently jerked and tried to move his head to escape his attackers, “but that doesn’t last to long before everything goes black,” suddenly Yoshiro’s sight completely faded to black, and Yoshiro screamed again.

“You shit! How can you do this? You’re supposed to be a hero!”

“Now listen to me you stupid son of a bitch! I am a hero. I care about people’s lives, but I couldn’t care less about a piece of crap like you. Now, I’ll make a little deal with you. I said it would cause blindness, and it is permanent unless I get another shot into you soon. You tell me what I want to know and I bring back your sight, we clear?”

“I cannot tell that, they will kill me!”

“Fine, I’m sure they’ll love your Ray Charles impressions in prison.”

“Okay. OKAY! I’ll tell you, but I will be as good as dead… the shipment is going to the corner of Canal and Elizabeth, Mr. Kanda owns a warehouse there, it’s supposed to be brought in by the Russians.” no sooner did the words escape Yoshiro’s lips then he could see again. He turned to face his interrogator, who had a huge smile on his face.

“All that was in the syringe was more morphine,” he tossed the syringe into the bag, and put it back in his coat, “you really need to watch more ER. Good night,” the Mid-Night Man stepped back into the shadows.

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