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Matt, Mello's gun barrel in his mouth, couldn't take a drag from his cigarette that was now almost shoved down his throat. The burn of the smoldering ash against the tender inside of his cheek was unbearable.

"Mellwo!" Matt attempted to say, only spittle flying from his lips. His eyes were wide under his tinted goggles. He was going to do it! Mello was really going to do it. Matt forced the gun into his cheek with his tongue, and said, "Mello, what the hell?!"

"I shoot you, Matt. I'll do it. You've always listened to the plan, you never go against the plan!" Mello yelled, his voice echoing in the alleyway. It was early morning, about two to be exact. The alleyway walls were zigzagged with fire escapes for the buildings surrounding them. Matt was pressed against the damp, moldy smelling wall of the warehouse, his hands in the air above him, hoping that Mello wouldn't really shoot him. He hoped that this was one of the guns that hadn't been loaded yet. "The one time you decide to do it, you screw everything up!" Mello continued. "This whole operation could be a bust now!" Emotion driven, and slightly crazed from chocolate deprivation, Mello's eyes went wide and staring accusing Matt of screwing everything.

"Get your nasty gun out of my mouth. It just swallowed my cigarette." Matt said, hardly as angry as Mello.

Mello pulled out his gun, and stepped back, his hair wavering. He looked down at the slimy puddle of mystery liquid at his feet that was common in this alley. "It's over. We're aborting the operation. L will see us coming now. It'll be no fun."

Matt rubbed his cheek, as if it might ease some of the burn on the inside. He slid a packet out of his back pocket and lit up with an orange lighter. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, we'll get a new plan. I've got a game to finish. Those zombies won't blow themselves up."

Start over an operation? Only once in the history of Mello and Matt operations had this happened until today.

FLASHBACK

"Those will kill you, you know." Near stated, plainly.

"Please. Mello will put a bullet in my heart before lung cancer has a fat chance." Matt sucked another drag of his cigarette, the red, smoking tip shrinking back and charring more paper wrapping and tobacco.

"Roger won't be happy if he finds you smoking. It's not hard to tell you have been. The smell's in your clothes."

"So I'll change." Matt said, slightly annoyed, his lip curling in frustration as he hacked at the buttons on his portable game. The red haired boy of twelve leaned harder against the wall of Whammy House, and with one hand held his game still in play and the other held his smoke for another breath.

"How do you get those?" Near asked, not looking up from his remote controlled car.

"Get what?" Matt said.

"Those cigarettes." Near elaborated.

"Mello knows the code to the gate, and I usually put the security cameras on a loop so they show the same picture for about thirty minutes while we go get stuff." Matt said simply. This was a weekly operation at the Whammy House for gifted children. Matt and Mello in collaboration in deviousness. Fool the cameras, get the gate code, in and out. The operation was initiated on a different day each week with no traceable pattern, and at different times during the day or night. Soon they were going to get the real goods. There was a big one coming up, and Matt was awaiting the signal to go from Mello.

"I thought so. I think Roger knows." Near said, his remote car zipping in circles at Matt's bare feet. "L is coming to visit soon, and Roger will tell him."

"Why the hell would Roger know? The operation is smooth. No chinks. Get out get back in all without being caught." Matt said, pausing his game and peering at near through his orange tinted goggles.

"This building was designed by L. He is far superior. We are his successors, but not one of us can fool him." Near explained. The silver haired boy took a hand off his remote to twirl a piece of hair. He rubbed it between his fingers thoughtfully. "I wonder if they know you smoke. L will know, but he might not say anything."

"Why?" Matt asked, dully, hardly interested in whether he was caught or not.

"…because L is nice. He's not really the doting type, but he enjoys secrets. Maybe if he knew, he would enjoy keeping the secret for you. L eats only cake, why can't you smoke cigarettes?" Near smiled.

Matt chuckled, and said, "…because I'm stealing them."

"Matt! Matt!" someone shouted, waving to the boy leaning against the outside wall.

"What, Mello?"

"L's coming today! We've got to abort the operation! He's coming today." Mello explained, breathless.

"Abort the operation?" Matt repeated.

Mello nodded. Near, smirked.

"I knew Roger knew." He said.

END FLASHBACK

So you see the operation was aborted this time and then another years later. What is the operation exactly? Well, something to do with L. A prank maybe? The mystery intentions of the Whammy boys are unknown as of now, but let's open this case and see. The beginning of the L intervention.

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