Karin took a moment to prepare herself before stepping into the police department. There was no doubt in her mind that everyone would know her as the "special rookie" especially since she talked Kaien into letting her in on bringing down the Family.

Puffing out her chest, the rookie walked through the Police Station proudly. She didn't even bother saying hello to anyone; she went straight to Kaien's office only to find Hitsugaya and Matsumoto waiting there with him.

"Karin!" Rangiku announced with joy, handing her a folder. Karin opened it to find mugshots of several people she hadn't recognized, "Here's your copy of everything we've got about the Espada."

"Hitsugaya was about to give use the quick version," Kaien flipped through his folder while the Boy Genius worked at fixing the laptop's projector.

"Feel free to ask any questions," Toshiro smiled.

Rangiku's instantly raised her hand, "Question!"

"You already know everything on the Espada, Matsumoto," Hitsugaya looked annoyed.

Before she could respond, Hisagi burst through into the room, carrying a note to Kaien, "The Family just called and they're promising to hand over the Espada at this time and place."

"They'll just hand them over?" Kaien asked, baffled, "They must have something solid on the Family for them to do something that desperate..."

"There's no way they'd just hand them over if that was the case... unless they mean in body bags..." Hitsugaya tapped on the table in thought.

"So what'd we do?" Karin blurted out to break the silence. Kaien turned to her with a smile telling her that he knew something the rest didn't, he knew what to do...


"Here we are," Ishida fixed his glasses as Chad took his place in the hall. Upon seeing Shiro pull out a 9mm, he added, "Just because I own the hosipital doesn't mean you can shoot it up or even scare off my patients. Please tell me you at least have a silencer?"

"Relax, jeez... Yer just like yer dad," The albino gave a toothy grin and opened the door into the room before the other could retort. Immediately, the gun aimed right in between Ulquiorra's widening green eyes. Shiro's grin grew as he spoke, "gotcha!"

The trigger was pulled three times, but nothing was fired. Both Yammy and Ulquiorra froze despite realizing the gun was empty.

"I just shot ya dead, ya know?" Chewing up the last of his sucker, Shiro leaned in closer to those green eyes, "Dun ya forget tha', hmm?"

"Just get on with it, Shiro..." Uryu mumbled, nose back in his book.

"So which Espada are ya? Yer the leader ain't ya? Ya got tha' look to ya," Shiro tucked his gun away, "Numero Uno, si?"

Ulquiorra showed no signs of emotion, no fear or anything as he spoke, "Sorry to disappoint but neither of us are Number One..." He shifted, showing his tattooed "4" on his chest.

Uryu wrote something down.

Sighing, Shiro continued, "Well that's a lil disappointin'." Out of nowhere, he grabbed a handful of the Espada's raven hair, pulling him forcibly closer, "So let's talk, Mr Nobody!"

As soon as the punch connected with Ulquiorra's cheek, Yammy tried his best to retaliate for his friend but his injuries held him down. He could only watch as his friend was pummeled left and right by the mad albino.

"Wouldn't this interrogation go by smoother if you actually asked a question?" Ishida took a seat next to the struggling Yammy.

"Oh, shaddup," Shiro blocked a punch thrown by Ulquiorra—but in truth, he had taken too much of a beating to do any real damage anyway. Smiling, Shiro turned back to his victim, "So where do the Espada chill after killing some baddies? Where!"

Ulquiorra spoke in the same tone, "You might as well hit me some more."

Immediately, Shiro reached for his gun, this time whipping it out and smacking the 4th Espada across the face, knocking him to the floor. Yammy made a few yells to stop as Shiro started loading his gun with bullets.

"Last chance, brotha~" His gun aimed down at the beaten Espada.

"Shiro, no!" Uryu closed his book with a snap.

"Shaddup, Four Eyes!" Shiro spat back.

"Shiro! NO!" The Quincy repeated.

"Shaddup! Shaddup! Shaddup!" Shiro's face twisted up with rage, "He's not gonna say anything anyway! He ain't worth it..."

"Shiro!" Ishida was on the verge of pouncing as the albino focused back on the Espada.

"I'll tell you!" Yammy yelled out of the blue, making Shiro grin wickedly. "The old abandoned Las Noches Hotel."

There was a sigh from Uryu as he pulled out his wallet and handed his crazy partner some money. Ulquiorra dared to crawl away during the moment, but he didn't rise from the ground.

Holding up the money, Shiro couldn't help but chuckle, "Told ya that'd work!"

Shaking his head as he stepped out of the room, the Quincy pulled out his phone, "I'll make the call."


"Hmm, we have some visitors," Szayel grinned widely, looking closer at his monitor, "two guys in the lobby, heading this way, and they're armed."

Everyone turned their attention to the interruption, mostly out of shock. Nnoitra asked what everyone else was thinking, "How the hell they find us so fast?"

A gun clicked, "Lemme show them the way out," Grimmjow tucked the pistol in his pants, throwing his shirt over it. No one rejected the idea as the blue-haired Espada made his way out the door. The rest of the group gathered around Szayel's monitor to watch.

"Place your bets," Starrk was the last one to join them, tossing something on the desk in front of everyone. There was a universal sigh at the sight of the clip for Grimmjow's gun, "The Family goons walk into Pantera's cage..."

Harribel shrugged, "I'll probably never understand his desire to fight."

"He just misses his little cage fights," Szayel played with his hair.

Grinning wickedly, Grimmjow pulled the empty handgun out, sitting it on the abandoned counter and made his way to the elevators. He dug around in his pocket for his iPod, putting in his earphones. When he hit play, on one but himself could hear the music as his blood started to pump.

"At least the place is abandoned," Yumichika chuckled as the two cocked their guns, waiting on the elevator to open. Ikkaku wore a face of cold hatred as he just stood there in silence. "The Family's not gonna like us interfering..."

"Don't care," The bald one spat out, "They can do whatever they want after I've had my revenge."

With an agreeing smile, his friend corrected him, "Our revenge. Just try to die beautifully."

The elevator dinged and both raised their guns up instantly, ready for anyone who might be waiting on them. As the doors slid open, they were surprised to find no one waiting and proceeded with caution. They made their way down the hallway, spotting a gun on the counter on the other side.

Grimmjow stepped out of the next elevator, strutting behind the other two, popping his neck, and turning up his iPod steadily.

"Yo!" The Espada called out just before kicking Yumichika into Ikkaku. Before they could fully retaliate, he lunged in to disarm them. Stepping on one's hand, he was able to slide one gun away, but had to physically pull the other one out of Ikkaku's hand with the assistance of a knee to the stomach. Quickly tossing the last gun away, Grimmjow reached into his pocket before taking a punch from either guy.

"Damn you!" Ikkaku jumped at the staggering Espada desperately. As he pounded away, he took note of the other's earphones and realized that he couldn't hear his cursing. Yumichika started after the nearest gun while the enemy was distracted.

Then came the sudden crack of Grimmjow's knuckle duster hitting Ikkaku's cheek with enough force to throw him to the ground. With his free hand, the Espada managed to grab Yumichika and pull him in for a barrage with his lethal hand. Grimmjow was stopped by something smacking him across the face. He turned to find the bald one holding a mop that had been sitting off to the side. Snapping the head off, Ikkaku unleashed a flurry of blows on the blue-haired fighter while letting out a blood cry. Grimmjow was barely able to block but managed to do so with his forearms—trying his best to ignore the pain—until a stab came. Dodging the jab, the knuckle duster ran up the staff and hit its wielder straight between the eyes.

Grimmjow straightened, looking at the defeated intruders, "Jeez, y'all didn't even last a whole song..."

Just as he turned off his iPod in disappointment, a cell phone began to ring. The Espada searched for the phone and found it in Yumichika's pocket, but then he couldn't help but cock his head in curiosity.

"The hell?" He stared down at the phone, the caller ID read: "PICK ME UP, ESPADA".

"Hello..." Grimmjow spoke hesitantly.

"Hello, and which Espada am I talking to?" A voice that he didn't recognize asked.

"Who wants to know?"

"Ooh, lemme guess.. Grimmjow?" The voice laughed.

"Who the fuck is this! Did you send these goons!"

More laughter. "No, no, no... They were just upset at what you did to their dear master... But I'm here to tell you that the Family—represented by me—wants to cut a deal with you Espada."


"Zommari," Gin whined, staring out the windown, "Are we there yet?"

"Gin," Zommari clenched the steering wheel, "if you ask one more time, I swear I'll—"

"You'll what? Show me love~" Gin snickered.

"Enough," Aizen tried his best not to yell, "We're to have a nice quiet ride home, alright?"

Neither said anything else and Tousen just smirked. Aizen sipped on his tea some more while Gin breathed on the window and drew smiley faces with his finger. Everyone generally ignored him while he was in his own little world.

Then there was the soft sound of a prick; Aizen held up his tea cup to find it blasted apart by the same bullet that went right between Zommari's eyes. The entire sedan went out of control at the loss of its driver, flipping over onto its back before crashing into a rather thick street pole. The air bag deployed in a futile attempt to save Zommari's life. The impact had knocked Tousen out, but Aizen and Gin climbed out with no more than a few cuts and bruises. Gin climbed back in to pull out Tousen.

Upon seeing the lifeless Espada in the driver's seat, Gin stopped, "Rest in peace, friend."

He finally pulled Tousen completely out as a few gatherers came to see, making Aizen more and more nervous. He held it together though, like he always does.

"We need to get out of here, Gin," Aizen tried to hide his paranoia.

"Sure! I'll just tell Zommari to back the car up," Gin laid his unconscious partner against the car, and instantly came up with a right straight, hitting Aizen square in the face. Before he even knew what happened, Gin continued with a volley of blows until everything went dim for the leader of the Espada.

Everyone watching didn't know what to say. One person started to stop Gin, but when he got a look at his blue eyes, be backed off quickly. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Ichimaru-sama," A blonde haired guy stepped out of a car that just pulled up.

"Ah, Izuru~" Gin's smile returned, "Just in time. Grab the other, please. Can't leave King waiting, can we?"