A calm, but noisy night, as the sounds of cars from the highways and city roads either roared past or slowed to a stop. It was an early night, barely past 7 PM, as he calmly walked down the sidewalk, lazily looking at the advertisements and through the windows of various shops that were soon to close. Their owners either hurrying or patiently waiting for customers to leave so they would turn off the lights, close and lock the doors and windows and go home to either their families or their lonesome lifestyles.

A few shops gave him some interest, though he would pass by them regardless, not needing a thing from their wares that they publicly offered.

After wandering from one side of the city to the other, he turned one direction and walked out of the city itself, nearing the city limits, pondering where else he could go. Perhaps San Diego? It was a smaller city, but it was much cleaner. Or mayhaps Tijuana? It had been quite some years since he had seen that city.

He stopped as he returned his attention to reality, looking around in the most unusually calm manner, as if seeing a dozen police squad cars parked and barricaded in front of him was just a typical sight to see.

The men and women near the cars were armed enough to make even the most deranged, armed and dangerous man pause. And yet they stiffened, patiently awaited for his reaction, acting as if they had been informed that hostilities could come at moments notice.

Instead of meeting their expected anxiety, he shrugged and laughed just audibly enough, "Alright. You have our attention, then, if you're going to all this trouble just to pull us over."

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The Chief of Police downed his second twelve-ounce cup of coffee, lightly creamed with the taste of pumpkin spice, as he sat in the room behind the one-way mirror, looking in at the clearly relaxed and patient man in the interrogating room.

The chief groused to himself. Why on earth did he have to pull a full dozen police force just to pull and grab the attention of just one man? What in God's name was this all about anyway? With that kind of force being demanded to be sent out, the chief expected to be confronting a man armed with latest military tech and equipment and had the advanced training to use them in lethal efficiency, not some kid barely above twenty-five dressed in civilian wear befitting someone who travels half a state.

And yet here everyone was, the kid reclining his chair onto its back legs with his legs crosslegged on the table, and the chief forced to wait for the dumb son of a bitch to arrive.

The chief looked down at a file that was unusually light and had very few papers held within it, detailing on the kid's life, date and location of birth, Social Security ID and familial ties. The absence of a criminal history only made the Chief of Police more unhappy that they went through all this trouble for someone who was clean of any serious enough crime to even slap his wrist and leave him with a warning.

The door inside the interrogation room swung open, getting both the kid and the chief's attention as one Japanese man and two American men walked in. All three men were sharply dressed in suits, though the Americans were dressed in a deep royal blue while the Japanese man wore a solid black and white.

Then the door nearby the police chief opened and revealed one of his lieutenants. The man promptly asked,"What the fuck is going on? Pulling away a full dozen just for some kid and placing me out of the 'Need-to-know'?"

The lieutenant helplessly shrugged, "All I got is those three're from the government. Man in black's all the way from Japan. Other than that, somethin's got them spooked enough."

"Spooked? For what, the kid?"

"Ain't it, chief. But that guy's either connected or something if they're pulling something like this outta our asses."

His answer didn't set well for the chief as he returned his attention. The young adult was now sitting up right and looking at the Japanese man with an inquisitive look as the man placed a few files down in front of him, speaking in his native language.

The kid took the files and scanned them over, occasionally pausing at either some image or some word, the chief couldn't see and the camera nearby him couldn't make it out as clearly as he wanted.

'S'what I get, expecting all that fancy-shmanced bullcrap the crime tv-shows do.' He inwardly chuckled, wondering who else decided to join either a C.I or the local police force in the optimistic expectation to see all the high-tech gear.

The kid subsequently closed the folder and asked in seemingly fluent Japanese, revealing he had taken time learning a second language to the chief. From what he could tell from the tone and attitude between the man and the kid, the man seemed to be asking something out of the kid, but in what way he couldn't tell. But it was clear that the kid had the reigns in the conversation, as he didn't seem pressured, nor did he act like he was brought in for some crime.

The two went back and forth, questions asked and answered, the folder between them was taken and scanned over again, occasionally something was pointed out before the folder would be laid back down on the table.

Finally after almost a full minute of silence, to the point the chief believed the young adult fell asleep, the kid shifted out of his thoughts and replied suddenly, almost in a curt tone.

The Japanese man emitted a sigh of relief, standing up and giving a bow with what seemed to be profoundly thankful response as the young adult stood up as well. The man offered a hand which was taken in and given a firm grasp and shake before he motioned to the American agents that had been standing in the corner throughout the conversation.

All four walked out of the room, the Japanese man talking again in native tongue to the young adult as the Chief of Police just silently watched what seemed to have been a simple deal.

Now completely beside himself, he stormed out of the room and dashed over to one of the American agents asking impatiently, "Alright, now what's going on? You pull twelve cars out for some kid and you make some sort of deal with him?"

Not pausing in his stride, the agent replied, "That is indeed the case, sir."

"Is the police force a joke to you?" The Chief softly demanded, not wanting to cause too much of a scene, "We're not thugs that just yank people off the streets to make some obscure deal with them for some obscure business you three are pulling!"

The agent just looked back and asked, "Could have fooled me, sir."

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AN: Oh my god I'm back here again?

Well yes and no. Mostly, I've gotten back into writing fics and stories and whatnot. Only thing is, my oh so colorfully imaginative fustercluck of a mind is a complete mess and I end up having thoughts and consideration about one story, then sidetracked or writers block on another story, which results in the attempt of trying to get past that block with a different story and, oh lordy it gets me confused enough to not make sense in a conversation sometimes. So! I'm just throwing stories that I've got in mind over here till I either finish this or ... something ... feck

Oh by the way, I got lessons and advices by the bigger fish, so if you've been having me in the favorites/follow, you're in for a surprise just how different shit's gotten with my content.

Also, I've yet to get inspiration back into the older stories. Might redo them, still have that last chapter for the incomplete-almost complete story, as well as a few prototype chapters for the other one I started then dropped.

But yeah, back from the eternal dead, writers unite.

Quick AN over here, forgot to throw the Copyright claim before starting all this.

I do not own S.A.O, nor any of its characters except for those I had made earlier on.

Also: ohohoho my god I love the update chapter function.