Tokyo, Japan
It was a quiet room, all that could be heard the humming of super computers and the sound of metal hitting wood. A teenager with long hair draped down to the back of his neck. Dark, black eyes stared at the block of wood he was holding. The "block" could not be considered a block anymore, as it had lost its shape already. Only two sides were left on the block, one side standing up and the other side flat down. The standing side was slightly longer than the one laying flat on the boy's hand. The teenager sat cross-legged with a laptop on his lap. Near, dressed in a plaid dress shirt accompanied with a very light blue jacket stared at his laptop screen as he dropped his knife and block and played with little dolls. Mellow, L, Light and the "old-crew" were now part of his master collection. Today, there would be a new set. He played with a clean, naked, faceless and hairless doll, only with an emotionless expression across its face. There was a thin line that represented its mouth that Near just drew. Near shaded in the doll's face; this was the mystery man. Then, using a ballpoint pen, he marked the sides on the shape. It was a model laptop. A smile stretched across Near's face. There was a knock on his door. Pressing several commands, Near switched to a program that enabled him to see who was behind the door. It was one of his new assistants, by the name of Elen. Her blond hair was bundled up in a bun and she wore a gun on her waist. He flicked off the red laser that automatically tracked any intruder's forehead. Remotely, he unlocked the door.
"Elen?"
"Near-sama. I've discovered an intruder on the Japanese International Top Security files. The intruder's exploit have been backed-up with several other exploits. The attacker's amassed a giant cyber attack of some sort. Apparently he or she has not deleted or damaged any files. The intruder hasn't even copied the files or anything. It seems harmless, but anyhow our system has been wormed into. Right now, the attacker is in the Classified Section on the Deathnote case."
Near's eyes flashed. That was quick; only 48 hours ago had he supplied her with a laptop and several master codes to a few of the minor Japanese Police's databases. It was amazing how she had managed to discover the same intruder that Near he himself had just half an hour ago.
Raising he eyebrow, he mumbled, "And how did you get to the Deathnote case? That security level was programmed by myself."
The reply was simple. "Simple. I compared the six passwords that were provided to me and realized that they all had something in common. Either the first 4 or last 4 digits were numbers, dates to be precise. I searched up the dates and observed that they were dates that you cracked some of the hardest cases in Japanese history. It was a pretty tough task, but I researched all the special cases that you've worked on that took you a while and amassed a large amount of information which I then set up a bot to repeatedly hammer in those dates until I had most of the Japanese Police files in my hands." She took a deep breath as Near just nodded.
Reaching into his shirt pocket, a thought flashed across his mind. She was only a trainee. Excusing that thought, he pulled out a badge that read, "警視" or Police Chief. She eyed the badge and murmured, "Keishi? Why?"
Near played with his sideburns and then said, "You've earned it. Good job, Keishi Elen. You will now be one of my personal assistants from now on."
She was surprised, almost bewildered. Then, she blushed and shook hands with him and said, "I'm sure I will enjoy working with you, Near- sama."
"Good. You can leave the attacker as of now, I'll take care of that and drop the 'sama' please. It makes me feel old."
"Very well." She left the room and was astounded at how quickly she was promoted.
Near sighed. The list of commands that he ran were done. The attacker was burrowing deeper and deeper into the Deathnote case. He decided to play around with him. Using several commands, he first shorted the connection for five minutes. He moved the Deathnote file into a different location and he replaced it with parking ticket analysis' for the month of July. A slow smile was beginning to stretch on his face. He could visualize the man's abashed expression on the other side of the connection. Near imagined the man reading Yagami's profile the profile and a minute later, the profile on a Toyota that was towed a day ago. Near flicked his side burn aside and turned his attention to the Coroner's Report on a man who had killed the entire family of a renowned prosecutor...