Long after both L and Kira, otherwise known as Light Yagami, were dead, L's headquarters still remained. Security was as tight as ever, and all was quiet except for the occasional call from Mogi needing help on a case.
Aizawa was speaking with the current L, Near, discussing suspects for a serial killer case, where each victim had been strangled to death and the body found in a public place.
Motsuda had been stuck with security, staring off into space while screens showed a constant feed of hallways, rooms, and stairs.
All was quiet, and incredibly boring.
Suddenly, the peace was interrupted by a shrill alarm. Motsuda snapped back into focus, and then swore under his breath.
"What is it?" Motsuda gave a small jump; he hadn't heard Aizawa approach, footsteps masked by the blaring alarm.
"Bird got in," he replied, pointing to the hallway that now covered all the screens, where a small songbird was fluttering. "Tripped the alarm. How'd it even get in here?" he shook his head, then stood. "I'll go take care of it."
She smiled with satisfaction when she heard the blare of the alarm. She shimmied forward on her stomach until she reached the grate. Below her, she could see one of the men, Motsuda, attempting to catch her little gift. She shoved the small bag of which she had kept the bird behind her, its job fulfilled.
She had learned a long time ago that the best way to not get caught was to trip the alarm.
She turned a right, and before her lay a fork in the labyrinth that was the air ducts. On the left, a yellow sticky note was stuck to the metal, which she peeled off as she went past.
She had to admit, the security in this place was top-notch. They had even placed cameras in some parts of the ducts, and there were branches that led to nowhere. There was also the fact that these ducts were so small that anyone bigger than her would be immediately stuck.
But after a week of crawling around like a rat, she had figured out her route. The sticky notes were her guide, and all cameras in the way had been blinded with a piece of gum.
Within five minutes she was at her next stop. Carefully she removed the miniscule screws holding the grate in place, and released another bird. Moments later, Aizawa was attempting to steer it out the window.
Her grin seemed to glow in the darkness.
She arrived shortly later to the room that the two men had left, and landed gracefully on the tile with barely a sound. The harsh glow of the artificial lights made her brown hair look especially dark and her green eyes oddly bright.
Taking the seat that Aizawa had recently abandoned in front of the main computer, she put the place on lockdown. Try as they might, the two deceived cops couldn't budge the doors open.
Smiling at their antics, she placed a hard drive into the computer. After a few clicks of the keyboard, reciting a password she had memorized, the screen flashed a notice:
Download successful. Are you sure you want to delete Main PC's data?
"Yep." She muttered under her breath, as the screen flashed with countless files of evidence, data, and notes was destroyed.
She ejected her hard drive and slipped it into her pocket. After she grabbed the cellphone Aizawa had left, labeled 'L' she pushed off the desk, shooting her chair across the tile towards the multiple screens showing every corner of L's skyscraper, including the room she was in. After another few condemning typing of the keyboard and a slight moment of hesitation, she deleted all that the cameras had recorded for the past hour and for the next hour. Better to be safe than sorry.
Resting her converse-toting feet on the metal table top, she flipped the phone open. While the rings rang out, she rummaged in her small pack for something.
The phone was picked up on the third ring. After a slight pause, a modified, robotic-sounding voice spoke. "This is L."
The girl promptly answered with her voice as cocky and pleased as it can sound when you're speaking with a French accent. "Bonjour, Nate." Still blindly searching for the item in her bag, she grinned. "Nice security they got here. Took me a week to break in."
There was a long pause, of which the girl could hear muffled voices in the background. No doubt they were running voice recognition, tracing her signal. She wouldn't even be surprised if they were trying to hack back into security.
Nate, otherwise known as Near or L, answered, as unemotional as ever. "Who, may I ask are you?" no doubt he was stalling.
You could almost hear the pout in her voice. "You law-enforcing types are all the same. Tracing signals, tearing after suspects… it's so predictable. I thought you'd present more of a challenge. But if you must know, I'm just a little bird. And since I know what you're going to say next, I just wanted to tease the hawks." She seemed to have finally found what she was looking for, because she flung her pack over her shoulder and stood. She left one final gift on the table, and then rolled the chair through the archway of the metal detector, setting off the buzzer.
"Sorry, but I've got to go." With that, she hung up, abandoned the phone, and set free the security measures. With a final glimpse of the cameras, now showing two very pissed police officers heading her way with guns at hand, she jumped back up into the welcoming secluded darkness of the air ducts.
Motsuda and Aizawa had already checked the security cameras and computer, absorbing the reality that they had no solid evidence and that they had no suspect. Then the silence was broken for the second time as the phone by Aizawa's feet rang.
"Do you have video?"
"No."
"Did she tamper with anything?"
"All the data's deleted from the main computer- wait, how did you know it was a girl?"
"She spoke to me on the phone, and she knew who I was."
"How so?"
"… She called me Nate. Did she leave anything?"
"The metal detector went off…" Aizawa allowed his eyes to wander around the room. "She left a… statue of a bird."
"Run fingerprints. Try to track her down."
She had waited until they had left, then left the air ducts and walked out the front door. Blending with the crowds, she flipped open her cell phone.
Finished chess tourn, won o course :)
Knew u wud! When will u b back?
Ill c u 2morrow. Leg still hurts but ill b fine.
K, c u l8r!
She wrinkled her nose. She hated texting, how everything was spelt wrong and abbreviated. But if anyone was reading her messages, she needed to look like your somewhat average sixteen year-old.
10 minutes later she arrived at the hotel she had been staying at, and after a quick change into jeans and a sweatshirt, she gave a sigh.
"I hate this part…" with one smooth motion she dislocated her ankle. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she just as swiftly relocated it, and then wrapped it in a brace. After retrieving a pair of crutches from the bathroom and donning a pair of glasses, she left.
This must be the longest first chapter I have ever written…
Anyway, what's Near gonna do? Do you think our 'Little Bird' will be caught?
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