Mitsunari didn't really falter or hesitate at the name, carefully going through his files before he pulled one out. He shut the cabinet and turned toward her, "What did you want to know?"
Mitsunari flipped it open and began trying to read it over before getting annoyed and bringing it inches from his nose.
"Drugs, mostly," he replied, "arms smuggling, prostitution. Same jacket as before."
It was as bad as she had feared, letting out a soft groan, glancing to the door briefly, but she didn’t hear anyone nearby. “Had a run in with Franco last night that didn’t end so well, the group is laying low for a while until things cool off.”
“It’s fine, I don’t intend on fighting anyone. We’ve got it handled.” Amaya said. “Unless you wanna supply a case of beer or two? We won’t be able to go to any bars for a while.” She joked.
“Send anything you find our way if you will, thanks.” She nodded. “Don’t worry so much, people like him can be replaced easily after all.” She said, but it didn’t make her feel any better. “I gotta go, can’t stay out too long.” She said as she stood.