Naples Airport, Italy

"I get why the letters for this place is "NAP"… One runway. Jeeze…" Ally shook his head in disdain as he stood in front of the long window looking out the runway. Ryo barely looked up from her crossword as she sat not too far behind him, and she stifled a small chuckle. "She couldn't have gotten arrested in Venice?"

"We should just enjoy not being on the radar while we can… And maybe we should focus less on complaining and more about how to keep Toshiro and Heiji away from one another when they both arrive."

"What?!" Ally turned around to face his sister, while Ryo's eyes didn't leave her crossword. "They're both coming?! They'll kill one another!"

"If Dori's there they'll play nice… At least outwardly… And she should appreciate the sushi bar they have back there where near where we picked out our luggage."

"What about Yuki?"

"She's taking a different route, last I heard… Had some mafia guys in Spain fresh on her heels."

"And Dad worries about me and head injuries… At this rate she won't see forty!" Ally snorted, and watched as another small plane taxied into the terminal. He stepped back, looked up at the departures and arrivals, and pointed to the screen. "We have Toshiro coming in now… And Heiji and Dori got here already…"

"I heard that flight had three layovers."

"I can tell you already we aren't gonna get paid enough for this…"

"How is it YOU have the weapon but I'm the only one who gets questioned by security? Three laptops and suddenly you're getting ten minutes of interrogation!" Ally suddenly heard in a familiar grumble, and he turned to see two of the Ishikawa siblings walking side-by-side. Heiji wheeled along a large suitcase behind him in addition to his laptop bag, while Odori opted for a simple bag on her back, a suspect-looking cane under one arm, and a plastic container with the remains of rolls of sushi in her hands.

"This is rubbish…" she admitted as she picked up the last piece and popped it in her mouth.

Heiji eyed the container and chuckled, "I can't believe that Japanese food in a small Italian airport doesn't meet your lofty standards…"

"Glad you dressed the part!" Ally laughed as he walked over to Heiji and exchanged a brief hug with him. The Ishikawa boy was dressed in his usual attire—Sandals, khaki shorts, a white shirt with a light blue one unbuttoned over it, and a pair of thick black glasses.

"Hey, if I'm going to be stuck in a Mongolian airport I'm gonna be comfy!" Heiji laughed in return. "How long's it been now?"

"Since we worked together? Probably a year and a half… Ever since I went pro."

"Jerk. You join a hockey league, your sister goes to freaking Harvard, and my mom's cheering if I talk to a girl that isn't one of my sisters," in spite of this, Heiji laughed, playfully punching Ally.

"Fair warning, your brother's on this flight…" Ally whispered through his smile, and Heiji's slowly fell.

"Well, that's why this is called "work" and not "fun," I guess…" Heiji murmured, already spying the tall redhead from down the terminal.

"I beg of you for the sake of our mission to make an attempt to get along with him, Heiji," said Odori quietly.

"Oh, I would love to tell him that he looks great for a drug addict," Heiji snapped in response.

"This is not the place to bring that up," Odori gripped onto her "cane," and Heiji narrowed his eyes.

"Hey!" Toshiro called out, immediately hugging Ryo as she rose up from her seat. "Am I late to the party?"

"We wouldn't start it without you," Ally replied. "Gotta have someone to do the makeup, especially since I don't think we're getting' outta this place as easily as we got in…"

"The air feels heavy already," Odori admitted quietly.

"Um… Where's Yuki at?"

"Long story, we're picking her up from the pier… I hope you brought your own ride."

Toshiro nodded, "They're unloading it now. Same spot I'm thinking yours is at, Ryo?"

"And I already took care of the license plates," she added with a wink.

"All right. I say we go get our gunwoman!" Toshiro exclaimed. The group headed towards the parking garage, and Toshiro allowed his pace to slow that he could walk next to Heiji.

"Nice you could finally show up to something…" whispered Heiji.

"I ain't here to fight…"

"You're rarely here period," Heiji hissed through a fake smile as Odori looked over her shoulder to the both of them.


"Okay, hit me," Max leaned on the armrest of his seat on the plane, and Leo opened one of the folders once more.

"Ryo Jigen."

"Getaway driver. Also good with guns."

"Odori Ishikawa."

"Swords and pointy things."

"Heiji Ishikawa."

"Nerd."

"Hey… Isn't Heiji—"

"I'm not going to talk about that, LeBlanc… Keep going."

"Toshiro Ishikawa."

"Swordsmanship."

"Also disguise expert."

"Shit. Next?"

"Ally Jigen."

"Martial arts. Violent bastard in general."

"Yukiko Jigen."

"Guns. Explosives. Anything with fire or destruction."

"Fuji Lupin?"

"Unknown. Wildcard. Kinda just rode coattails. I'm guessing she can at least pick a lock."

Leo flipped back to a few pages in the file and frowned, "…I'm just saying… Heiji Ishikawa's mom is Zenigata's daughter from his first marriage… So he's your… Nephew? Wouldn't that be a conflict?"

"I barely went on those trips to visit them… And when I did he never came out of his room," Max waved this off quickly and shook his head. "And I grew up in a completely different country. Trust me when I say it's no love lost."

"If you say so…" but Leo was unsure as he looked through the file once more. "…So why are you here, anyway? With Interpol."

"Why do you ask?"

"You just don't seem… Thrilled…"

"Police work is in my blood. Literally. It's all I ended up being decent at. I just… Needed a change of scenery for a little while. I didn't think I'd get this damned case dropped on my lap the first day of being there… I hate nepotism."

"You could have said no…"

"Please. My dad would have had me skinned alive if he knew I passed this up. We're already rocky enough as it is."

"Yeah? Zenigata always seemed like such a nice guy… From what I've heard around the office."

"I'm not saying he isn't. We just don't agree on a lot of stuff… Why'd you join? You got sent to the field and nearly jumped out of your jacket."

"I just thought this would be a good way to help people, is all… I just wanted to have a way to do that."

"Well I'll definitely rest better once this new Lupin's put away for once and for all."

"Airport's definitely tiny…" Leo muttered, looking out the window beside his seat on the already small plane. "…Eh?"

"What?"

And Leo pointed as a red Alfa Romeo was unloaded from a nearby plane.

"There isn't a car convention in town, is there?"

"They… They wouldn't be that brazen… They wouldn't…"


"We should hurry," Odori's eyes opened and she snapped out of her meditative trance that she had put herself in while they waited for Toshiro and Ryo to return.

"Bad feeling?" Ally asked, glancing down at his watch.

"We have Interpol regulation phones in the airport… One of the idiots signed into the wireless here…" Heiji flipped through screens on his tablet and shook his head.

"So you can get in?" Ally asked, leaning back to look at the screen that meant close to nothing to him.

"He's in an unsecure wireless network…. So that means yes… I'm thinking maybe we'll go ahead and delete some program files… I mean, you don't need an OS to run a smart phone, right?"

"I don't know what you're doing but if it buys us some time you just do it," Ally started to tap his foot as his sister and the oldest Ishikawa boy were still nowhere to be seen.

"Eh, the people in my Warcraft guild would appreciate that at least…" Heiji muttered as he started to type on the tablet, chuckling as he did so.


"What the… It just died!" Max exclaimed as he tapped on the screen of his phone. This was followed by hitting it against a wall in the airport, which Leo quickly stopped him from doing.

"That's probably your nephew if they're here…"

"Don't CALL him that!" Max growled, shoving the phone in his pocket. "Come on, they're just trying to distract us! Can you still call on your phone?"

"Yeah, looks like…"

"Well, get us some backup. I can tell already that this is gonna be shit-show…" Max said with a grumble.

Meanwhile, Ryo had finally returned, driving the Alfa Romeo, and trailing not too far behind her was Toshiro on a yellow scooter.

"You still have that thing?" Odori asked as she climbed on the back of the scooter, while Ally climbed into the back seat of the Romeo and Heiji climbed in the front.

"Yeah, been working on upkeep of it!" Toshiro explained proudly. "You ready, Dori?"

"Hey guys, I hate to ruin this reunion, but I'm hearing sirens," Ally called out.

"Damn it…" Ryo reached down and pulled off her sandals. This time when she threw them in the back seat she struck Ally with one of them. "…Sorry, I guess I wasn't used to people back there anymore! Heiji, you got something for me?"

"Laptop's booted up… How about changing the traffic light colors on these poor bastards?"

"I think I can work with that," she nodded, revving up her engine and adjusting the rear view mirror. Without warning to her two passengers she peeled out of the parking garage, Toshiro not far behind her.

It wasn't long before he was in front of her, leading her away from the roads, which were currently swarming with Italian police cruisers, and towards the fenced-in tarmac. Odori slowly stood up on the back of the scooter, and with a single slice, the fence was clear-cut into two pieces.

"Dad gave you Zantetsuken!?" Toshiro balked after looking back over his shoulder to his sister.

"I earned it," she corrected him, prepping to cut through the same sort of fencing on the other side of the runway.

A plane quickly slid out of the way as Ryo made a hard right, and the shouts of panic could still be heard from the inside as she passed them.

"That was easy enough…" she muttered, shifting gears and following after Toshiro still.

The crash truck suddenly skidding on front of them was something she hadn't expected, however. She slammed on the brakes as hard as she could and remained there, wide-eyed.

Max, meanwhile, was still gripping onto his seat still, while Leo braked hard and jerked forward from behind the wheel of the crash truck. A screwdriver in the ignition spoke to how quickly Leo had taken the vehicle "in the name of Interpol" and climbed inside to stop the group.

"W-What the HELL, LeBlanc?!" Max finally managed to shriek directly in his partner's ear.

It wasn't long before the Alfa Romeo was surrounded by officers—Further on down the tarmac, Toshiro and Odori had been stopped while attempting to turn around the rescue the rest of the group.

"I don't think I'm gonna get invited back for another season…" Ally muttered as he stood with his hands raised in the air.


"Goemon Ishikawa the fourteenth… Also known as Toshiro Ishikawa…" Max slammed down the file in front of Toshiro in the interrogation room. This attempt at intimidation only left Toshiro raising an eyebrow as he watched Zenigata in silence. Max flipped his chair and took a seat in it, leaning on the back as he glanced through the papers. "You've been quiet since a stint in rehab three years ago for… Holy shit. Cocaine and Vicodin? You don't play around. Son of Goemon Ishikawa and a member of the Rat Clan… But your dad didn't know about you for a while, right?"

Toshiro kept his silent, stern expression as Max turned to another page.

"I can go on with this thing. You're one of the oldest in the group, so you started young… We have you for impersonating an officer, impersonating a lawyer, arson, impersonating clergy—I didn't even KNOW that was a thing—vandalism, theft—of course—assault, and possession of illegal substances. That last one's the big one. You're quite the little badass."

"That's how East Coasters are, I guess," Toshiro chuckled.

"Yeah, tell that to the Rangers…" Max snorted offhandedly.

"At least we don't have to keep making excuses for the Angels!" snapped Toshiro.

"Is this about sports? I feel like you guys are talking about sports…" Leo muttered, and Toshiro transferred his glare to Leo.

"If you only knew how big an idiot you were right now you'd hang yourself by that hideous tie," Toshiro snapped to Max.

"So why the name Toshiro?"

"It's what they called me for the first nine, ten years… I lived with my grandparents. They didn't tell me who my father was. It was too dangerous."

"So glad you stayed out of danger… They must be so proud…"

Toshiro leaned back in his seat and nodded. And Max and Leo were both thrown back as he kicked up the interrogation table in one swift move. As Toshiro was pulled out of the room he shouted out expletives in both Japanese and English to the pair.

"Maybe TRY not to antagonize them?" Leo sighed as he adjusted his glasses and righted his chair once more. "Who do we have in next?"

"Ryoko Jigen."

"I'm gonna go for a coffee—You want anything?" Leo asked as he headed for the door.

"You're not staying for this?"

"Nah. She's just the driver. Small potatoes compared to some of the others…" Leo quietly opened the door, and came face-to-face with Ryo. Her eyes widened, and Leo said nothing. Max watched as his partner's shoulders squared and he stood upright in front of the driver. Leo then muttered an excuse to himself and rushed down the hall while Ryo was led into the room and seated in front of Max.


"Where are you…?" Leo muttered as he looked into the different cell windows. Another scream meant another dead end. Leo was numb to the prisoners shouting out at him, by this point.

"Hey Mister… Got a nail file? I have to finish my manicure…"

Leo looked into the cell the woman's voice came from, and sure enough there was Fuji there, in an orange jumpsuit but also with bright purple nails. She was seated on the floor, applying a fake gem to her thumb with a pair of tweezers, when she called out to him.

"I swear it's not for busting out of here!" she whined to him. "This one's chipped is all!"

"Any cameras in there?" Leo asked dully.

"I let one of the guards frisk me and he let me know where they were," she said with a wink. Leo only shook his head and removed a set of picks from his right-side pocket.

"All right, gettin' out!" Fuji chirped as she rose from her spot, but her joy was replaced by confusion as Leo closed the door behind them.

"This isn't a double cross, Fuji… I'm not here to get you out of trouble again. Why are you doing this, and why are you dragging everyone into this? Especially me."

"…Do people really fall for that bad haircut and glasses? Seriously?!" her giggled was soon replaced by a full-on laugh, and Leo remained there, hands in his pockets, glowering across at her. "That's so sad! And… And what makes you think that I dragged YOU into this, too?!"

"This." Leo removed a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and held it up for her to get a good look in the otherwise dark cell. "You wrote it in that stupid code you had me make when we were little! No one's been able to crack it so now I look like the Lupin whisperer!"

"You didn't have to crack it for them, you know. You put yourself in that situation."

"It's my job."

"Job. You sound so blue collar now. This from someone who grew up playing lacrosse and took horseback riding lessons for years."

"Fuji…"

"I didn't want to see the family business go to waste!" she shrugged. "The Lupins are an empire… Which you failed to get, I guess."

"I didn't. I just don't want to see anyone hurt anymore."

"If you wanted to not hurt anyone, you shouldn't have left in the first place," she sighed. "Ryo-san hasn't been the same since. Have you seen her at all?"

"No… A little…. Fuji, this stuff isn't a game… I get that now. I'm just wondering when you will, too."

"Ari, you—"

"That's not my name," he replied automatically. The tone even took him aback, and Fuji's shock was momentary. This was switched out for a look much more reserved. "…That's not my name anymore… Fuji, I… I just can't pretend that I can go back… You… You get that, right? You can't kill someone and go back to being okay…"


"Ryoko Jigen… Almost Lupin…" Max read from his file as Ryo now sat across from him. Her brown eyes looked damp as he spoke, and Max did his best to concentrate on the file and the file alone. In spite of this, he found himself shoving a tissue box on the table closer over to her as he read. "You were supposed to get married to Lupin the Fourth about a week before he went AWOL, right?"

"That's… That's right," she nodded.

"You seen him since?"

"…No."

"See, I find that just a little hard to believe. That you're engaged to someone and then you don't hear from them for a year. Not a letter, a phone call, or anything?"

"Nothing."

"…Your mom's a Triad. Your dad, well… His name speaks for itself. You've kept one of the lower profiles. So why now? What's up with joining Lupin's sister? What's she after?"

"I don't know that either."

"So you just leave Harvard, take a flight halfway around the world, and next thing you know you're with the rest of the crooks trying to make a Naples airport into a test track. I have that all correct so far, right?"

"It sounds absurd… I know that… But we're not exactly normal to begin with. I guess you can say Jigens are loyal to a fault. If Fuji messaged me, I know it was important."

"…That'll be all for now… Guard, bring me the short, angry one."

"The boy or girl one?"

"Girl," Max murmured absently as Ryo was taken back by another guard. He looked at the stack of files and sighed, barely glancing above his glasses as Odori was brought in next. Leo followed in soon afterward, with a look Max could only describe as "frazzled".

"Odori Ishikawa…"

"Uncle Maxwell," she replied to Max flatly.

Leo watched Max bite his lower lip and slowly regain himself as he stood there, gripping the file. "Can we get the next one in!? We'll get back to you, Ishikawa."

Max's disdain only grew as Odori was led out with a smug grin on her face and Fuji was shuffled in.

"Inspector Zenigata! At last! Isn't this great?!" she exclaimed as she was seated in her chair by the guards. "It's so… Romantic, almost! Another generation on two sides of the law! How exciting!"

"Lupin, I've met with most of your gang today, and I can tell you they're exhausting. So I'm going to level with you. What were you doing breaking into that museum?"

"Oh, you know. Running a test. Hey, what do you think of my nails? Inspector LeBlanc thinks they're tacky."

"And when did you have the time to speak to Inspector LeBlanc…?"

"I went to check on her while I got my coffee," Leo piped up quickly, and Fuji grinned widely.

"So… Let me guess…" Fuji leaned back in her seat and examined Max in a rare moment of quietness. "About… Twenty-six years old, right? Left handed… A little bit of a smoker… By the way, that suit reeks of nicotine… And a size eight?"

"Wrong. Shoe size nine, Lupin."

"I wasn't talking about shoes, darling," Fuji winked. Max sputtered and nearly dropped his folder, while Leo only turned a shade of stark white.

"What's your game, Lupin?!" Zenigata demanded once more, rising from his seat.

"I'm telling you, it was all just practice!"

"Practice for what?"

"You know, you'll just have to wait and see… Well, when you can again."

"H-Huh?"

Fuji raised up one of her hands, and flicked one of the fake nails off of her thumb. As soon as it touched the table in front of her an explosion boomed through the small room, followed by a puff of purple smoke. Max and Leo coughed and stumbled over one another, while quietly on the other side of the room the door to the interrogation room slid open and then close once again.

Fuji swung both of her fists up into the face of the guard stationed immediately outside the door before she resumed her running, pulling off another fake nail, this one suspiciously flat and sharp, as she rushed down the corridor.

The rest of the gang looked around in their cells, baffled, as sirens began to wail all throughout the halls.

They watched as Fuji made a sharp left turn, nearly slipping onto the ground, before she hurried down the hall, jumping up and kicking one of the guards in her path before she giggled and continued her run towards the cells.

"Now who's glad to see me?!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to the door of Ryo and Odori's cell. Fuji bent over and pounded on her stomach a few times before she spit out the bobby pin into her hands, and quickly picked away at the long. "God bless this place not upgrading to key locks, am I right?!"

"Fuji, hurry!" Ryo begged her.

"Not even a hello?! And after I bought you a graduation gift and everything, Ryo-san!" Fuji huffed, exclaiming happily as she heard the click of the door and pushed back the door. As Ryo and Odori passed her she handed them their respective weapons—A Browning and Zantetsuken. "I made a quick pit stop in the storage room. I had to get my clothes and I figured why not get everyone their pieces. Makes sense, right?!"

Odori stepped forward, sword unsheathed, and with a single swipe cut through the doors of the cell Toshiro, Ally, and Heiji had shared.

"Please tell me you picked up my weapon, too, Fuji." Heiji approached her with hands folded in prayer after she had delivered Toshiro his two swords, and Fuji smirked, reaching into the top of her jumpsuit, between her breasts, and pulling out a cell phone.

"The rest is in the car, Heiji-chan."

"Ha, after that this thing's now my favorite!" Heiji exclaimed, swiping the screen on the phone and dialing in a number. "We're in Italy, so why not have a pizza delivered, right? How about all of the delivery places in Naples?"

"This really a time for you to be hungry?" asked Toshiro.

"Well I have to keep my figure somehow!" Heiji snapped in return. "That should be a good distraction…"

"How about shutting down the security system, Heiji-chan?"

"..You know this thing's a phone and not a magic wand, right Fuji?" Heiji sighed, waving the phone.

"Heiji-chan, in your hands anything is magic!" Fuji exclaimed as she side-stepped into the cell Ryo and Odori had been in and began to unbutton the jumpsuit. "Now no one peep! I'm shy!"

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Odori grunted as she fended off a guard's bullet with her sword.

The officers surrounded them on either side. In spite of this Fuji whistled as she slid into her red dress, ignored Ally's befuddlement as she stopped him from beating a guard into submission to zip up the back of the dress, and finally stepped into her red high heels.

"Looks like I'm back!" the exclaimed.

"LUPIN!" came a growl from down the hall, and Fuji gasped with excitement.

"That's Zenigata?! Already! He's a fast one!" she giggled, sticking her head out of the prison cell to watch before she admired the stack of knocked-out guards in front of her.

"Any time you want to join Fuji, you're more than welcome!" Ryo shouted as she struck a guard with the butt of her gun, having run out of bullets minutes ago. "Really! Anytime!"

"You read my mind! Everyone follow me!" Fuji called out, hopping over a pile of the aching bodies and running down the hall.

"I got something in my eyes!" Leo exclaimed as he did his best to follow Max in their pursuit. "Hey, Zenigata, wait up!"

"LeBlanc, we can't…" but Max stopped his own running, and broke out into another coughing fit. "This crap's in my lungs…"

"Goodbye, boys!" Fuji called down from the hallway. "I think I'm going to make a stop in Dubai next? I'd bring your sunscreen, it can get really hot in June!"

"Lupin, stop!" Max cried. "This is evading arrest!"

"Well I didn't think it was forgery!" she giggled, bounding down the hall when the last guard had been toppled to the ground.

The backup Max had radioed for would have been able to stop the six, had it not been for the fact that the roads were blocked with the cars and scooters of a sea of delivery drivers.

They rushed down to the impound lot, and Odori sliced through the fence while Fuji bent down in front of the lock of the office. "...Hrm… I lost my nail pick back there… Say, Ally-chan, do you think you could do something about this for us?"

He nodded, and Fuji stepped back, squealing in delight as with a set of kicks the doorknob to the door went sailing. Another alarm went off, and Fuji's smile only grew as she rushed into the office.

"I've got your keys!" she shrieked out to Toshiro and Ryo, waving two sets after she emerged. "And I even picked myself up something, too!"

"Of course you did," Ryo sighed as Fuji tossed her the keys. Ally knew better when he climbed into the back seat of his sister's car this time, and caught both of the sandals that she threw over her shoulder.

"She's hyper as always… And I barely remember the last time I saw Fuji…" Toshiro admitted as Odori climbed on the back of his scooter.

"You weren't exactly in the best place…" Odori muttered, and Toshiro could barely hide his flinching.

"Nah, I really wasn't…" he admitted. He swerved his scooter to the side as a black Maserati pulled up a little too close to him, and Fuji chuckled and revved up the engine.

"I'm not that big on the color, but she purrs like a dream~!" Fuji exclaimed. "Plus it's a Ghibli, and if that's not paying homage, I don't know WHAT is, hehe!"

"A "Ghibli" is Libyan for a type of wind, Fuji," Ryo sighed.

"Already putting that degree to use I see!"

"No… Ari taught me…"

"Oh… Well, I'm still putting a Totoro sticker on the back of this thing when we're out of here," Fuji replied. "Now are we ready?"

"Yeah, one thing—Those nice cops you blocked now are out of their cars with their nice little guns drawn," Ally muttered.

"Not for long." Fuji had been applying her lipstick while looking in a compact mirror and after putting away the tube of light pink, she turned the mirror, shining it towards the sun.

The officers lined up outside their police cruisers didn't see the flashing, but they felt jolts of pain as their rifles were, one by one, shot out of their hands. The bullets came too quick for them to shout for the other officers to run for cover in order to spare themselves.

The ones who did pick up their guns found, much to their horror, that the bullet had shot straight through the barrel.

And up from a lone tower in a church was a faint stream of cigarette smoke. A woman in a dirty white suit rose and spied for anyone she had missed, and then began to disassemble her sniper rifle.