(Matt's Pov)
My tires squealed as I came to a screeching halt just before the police blockade. Damn they were persistent. I cut the Chevelle off and clutched the steering wheel. I was going to die tonight, there was no avoiding it. I took a long drag off my cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly.
"Step out of the vehicle with your hands raised." The front man instructed. I pushed the car door open and stepped out, raising me hands up in surrender.
"Man, since when were the Japanese allowed to carry such big guns?" I joked. They cocked their weapons. "I helped in the kidnapping of Miss Takada; I'll tell you anything-" The air around us began to swirl. The cops without helmets covered their eyes, I'd never been so glad to have my goggles on. The helicopter hovered in front of me letting a petite woman jump off. The helicopter went back into the air, still hovering over us. The cigarette fell from my mouth and extinguished before it even hit the ground. She was skinny and tall; clad in red leather pants, black leather boots, and a black leather halter top. I got the impression she wasn't a normal officer.
"I'll take it from here gentlemen." The woman said as she flashed some badge at them. The man officer looked from me to her.
"Ms. Wong, I mean no disrespect but we are taking this man in." He told her. The woman glanced back at me, her long black hair lifting in the helicopter's current and her dark eyes studying me.
"If any of you men act against my word Agent Noir will strike you down." I couldn't see the agent that Ms. Wong referred to so I wasn't sure if I should be scared or relieved. Agent Wong turned her back to the officer and started to walk towards me. One of the men in the blockade held up their gun and moved to fire. The gunshot blazed through the area. I jumped slightly and my mouth fell ajar when I realized what had happened. The person in the helicopter had shot him.
"You know how to throw a party." I smirked.
(Mello's Pov)
I held the gun up at Takada and frowned.
"Take your clothes off and put them in this box." I kicked the box closer to her. "I'll give you this sheet." Takada began to take her clothes off, tossing her shirt and skirt into the box. She turned away from me and held the strap of her bra for a second.
"May I have the sheet before I take the rest off?" She asked me. I sighed and went to hand her the sheet. Our transaction fell short when the doors to the truck were wrenched open and a woman flipped into the truck like she was somebody.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, annoyed. She was slender and clearly limber. She had long black wild curls, ice cold blue eyes, and rosy red plump lips. She wore a red shirt, embroidered at the chest with black lace, a black vest, and tight black leather pants, laced black gloves, and leather boots. Strapped to each hip she had a 45 caliber hand gun, and in her hand a 50 caliber desert eagle.
"Take it off like the man said." The woman instructed, aiming straight for Takada's head. I looked at her.
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Agent Hasina of Egypt." She introduced. I should have noticed from her thick accent. Takada looked at her.
"The sheet please." Hasina put her magnum in her back holster I hadn't even seen. She walked over to Takada and pushed her against the truck wall. I watched her in confusion. Hasina unclipped the bra and let it fall to the ground, as well as a small slip of paper. I looked at Hasina, avoiding Takada.
"The death note." I muttered. Hasina knelt down and picked it up.
"Oh look." Hasina said with mock excitement. "I can hold you as a suspect to the Kira case." I smirked and crossed my arms. "Put your clothes back on, I'll just hold this." Hasina walked back over to me and held the slip up.
"So, you work for Near." I stated. Hasina slid the paper into her tight front pocket and smirked.
"I protect him." Hasina turned back to Takada once she was dressed and threw the reporter her phone back. "Call your boyfriend and tell him you did it." Hasina instructed. Takada punched in a number and held the phone to her ear.
"I-I did it." She told the receiver of her call. "Yes." Takada slid down the side of the truck and began to cry. "You are a murderer." She told Hasina. Hasina looked at me and nodded for us to leave. "Can you live with my blood on your hands?" I jumped out of the truck and looked at Hasina. Her expression was hard and her lips pressed into a hard line.
"I'll sleep well tonight. I promise." Hasina jumped down out of the truck and shut the doors, locking them. Hasina looked at me and then started to walk towards a white sports car. "Get in, Mr. Mello." She instructed.
"No." I told her. Hasina turned around and looked at me.
"I am not above force." She threatened. I chuckled and looked at her. She couldn't force anything on me.
"Not threatened."
"You should be, she knows every style of martial arts available to humans." A young girl said as she poked her head out of the car. She was at most seventeen with long brown hair, brown eyes, heavy eyeliner, and pink lips. I couldn't see her outfit at this angle.
"Fine, I'll come. But not because I'm scared." I told them Hasina giggled and slid into the car.