Crossing the Gulf [P, IO, NK, Sam]

The U-shaped desk that Kozai used in her office was a symbol of the most obnoxious type. It had been there when she'd got there, and she'd only kept it out of convenience (since it had, after all, been welded to the fucking floor). It had apparently been used by some kind of military brass, but that didn't matter to her. At least it was big. It just so happened to be the desk she was sitting at today, using a jacked-up chair. While she didn't feel insecure about her... sub-average height, it was inconvenient for a desk built for an adult. Luckily, office chairs were adjustable.

It was at this very desk that she was receiving a report about the ongoing but rapidly declining drug problem within her prison. Originally, discovering the deep network of a drug trade within the confines of her facility was a great concern to her. Whenever she made a new change or restriction, the dealers and cultprits and the fucking junkies just seemed to adapt. Of course, that's when she started *killing* the dissenters. Kozai knew that there was no helping some of them after a certain point, so she went ahead and began heavily cutting out the demand, so to speak.

Now, the problem was slowly coming to an end, which gave her some relief. Still, who was the fucking mastermind who had managed to insert their assets into her facility to begin with? It was frustrating that her efforts to try so far had floundered. Well, that just meant that she wasn't trying hard enough. Only the results, she thought. No matter how much she wanted something, it was only the results that mattered to the world, and especially to the village. Well, if even her best wasn't enough, she could just play the patience game. After all, she has a while to wait.

The D-class personnel that she had "freed" from the ranks of the prisoners were absolutely loyal to her, even though they each had their own bizarre personality issues. Still, as long as she could rein them in and dispose of them when they were no longer needed, she could keep a much tighter hold on what went in and out of the prison. Draconian measures were always necessary, of course, but at least now she could stop stressing out about this shit. Now, hopefully, she wouldn't have any other issues to deal with today.