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By the time Ronin left the airship, the fight was already on Vice Chairman Pariston's desk.
Not a tape. Stills, shot from the ship. Someone Pariston had parked near Netero had done the work.
Put Nen in the eyes and the photographs showed aura. The 100-Type Guanyin stood huge in the frame. Susanoo stood opposite it with a blade. The clash still had weight even as paper.
Pariston rested his crossed hands against his chin and let his gaze travel the set. The phone cut the thought in half.
"I think we both know what Ronin wanted from him."
The voice on the line was steady. If Ronin had been in the room, he would have known it at once.
Beyond.
"He wants to cut you out and go to the Dark Continent alone," Pariston said.
"Yes. And from the look of it, the old man will help." Beyond's voice stayed low. "He doesn't leave. Can you do that?"
"You know this is what I'm good at." Pariston sounded pleased. "How long do I hold him? And even if I keep him here, he will not work with you."
Silence.
Pariston went on.
"When does your plan start?"
"Soon."
"So you still need time." Pariston thought for a beat. "Let him go. Bring him back when it matters. That is how you hitch him to the wagon without letting him kick a hole in the timetable.
"I know one of the pieces you need came out of the ruins he was standing in. He even fought it there. If he smells it, he may put a hand in. He has the look of a man who cannot leave a rotten thing alone."
"I didn't see that," Beyond said. "Do it your way. Pinning how long he stays out will not be easy."
Pariston tapped the desk in a clean rhythm.
"You still have Scarlet Eyes."
"I do. About seven pairs. That should be the last seven left inside Mobius Lake."
"Enough." Pariston lined the thought up. "Set a date. One year. Two. You put the eyes on the block. If he wants them, he comes home and behaves."
"Fine."
Beyond had it in one pass.
Pariston would only say it that way if he had already counted the threat. Ronin would not trust anyone else to win an auction and keep the eyes. It was an open move.
Leave Mobius Lake and miss the last Scarlet Eyes.
Or sit inside the lake and wait for the sale.
Either way, if he wanted the eyes he had to walk in himself. Otherwise the man holding them would take them back.
Bait, collected early, cut to fit.
"Three years," Beyond said. "The Yorknew auction, three years out. I'll have the eyes sent there."
"You still need three?"
Pariston had thought Ronin's arrival would pull the plan forward. It still looked messy.
"The ship is the problem."
Beyond needed Kakin in the water. A crossing at that scale wanted a hull that was huge, hard, and able to take raptors. Kakin was already building overtime. A ship that size did not come off the ways in two weeks.
Kakin also needed time to make a show of the voyage. Moving the window to August or September, three years out, was the best result several parties pulling at once could get.
Pariston knew the friction. A date was still a date. It gave him room.
He hung up and went to work.
In the middle of laying the pieces out, a punchable face surfaced.
Ging.
Ging would want the Dark Continent too.
Tell him about Ronin?
He sat with it, then took out his phone, found the number he knew, and sent a text.
Building ships in bulk was Kurapika's problem. He called a shipping firm.
He still held one of the Ten. Work like that sat inside the job.
Ronin saw him again on the yard floor.
The boat Ronin had picked was small. A fishing hull in the same family as the one the Phantom Troupe had used to slip onto Greed Island.
The names he could put on a roster were himself, Kurapika, Neon, Shizuku, and Abachi.
That was enough. Owl's Great Cloth still held Owl and Kuha. If he had to, he could drop Kurapika's group into the cloth as well.
Supplies then sat on Shizuku.
There was no way around it. Owl could only run so many cloths at once. One or two had to stay empty for emergencies, which left one or two that could actually work. Use those for hulls and they could not also carry food. Worse, anything stored in a cloth came out all at once. Shizuku could pick. The cloth could not.
If he ranked spatial Hatsus, Nobu's Four-Dimensional Apartment still sat at the top. It had the same hole. Getting a ship in was ugly. Shizuku's space was not infinite either. Holding bulk cost Nen by the hour.
Shizuku did not complain. Once she had the job, Neon walked her into the nearest big market and they stripped the shelves.
The money from Battera would take the hit.
Abachi stayed behind. The stiffness in her shoulders said she had something to put on the table.
Kurapika had gone to finish with Pairo. When he came back, Pairo's eyes would come with him.
Ronin was waiting for that.