The next day, with some new clothes provided by the hospital, Diego strolled into the lobby, the ice pack that the doctor recently put on his injured ribs made his side cold and his shirt wet. On the other end of the lobby by the door were Rentaro and Kisara waiting for him, besides them, were two young girls, the other two that found him that night in the rain. "Diego-san, over here" beckoned Kisara with her hand. Diego slowly walked over to the group, "I'd like to introduce the rest of the staff at Tendo Civil Security: This one," she said pointing to the red haired one, "is Aihara Enju, Satomi-san's Initiator, the other one," she then pointed to the blonde one, "Is the latest employee to the company, Tina Sprout." The two girls bowed respectfully, and Diego returned the gesture.

"So, I guess the first course of action is to get some food to celebrate his discharge, Satomi-kun, we can eat at your apartment and your buying food." finished Kisara. Satomi groaned, and everyone laughed.

About an hour later, everyone was sitting around Rentaro's table enjoying the delicious food that Rentaro prepared. "Wow Rentaro, you're a pretty decent cook!" exclaimed Diego. "Thanks, kinda had to learn when I started to live alone," said Rentaro. "So, who all lives here?" asked Diego. "Myself and Rentaro," said Enju. "You can stay here if you need to since you don't have a home." she continued without breaking stride. "Hey, you can't just decide stuff without letting me know." yelled Rentaro who then looked at Diego, "but yeah, if you need a place for the night then you're welcome to stay the night." "He can live at the office after this till he can get on his feet," said Kisara.

"Thank you guys, I appreciate all that you guys have done for me," said Diego. Everyone smiled, and the party continued without a hitch, and everyone had a good time. Eventually, everyone except Diego fell asleep in Rentaro's apartment.

Diego quietly maneuvered around the sleeping bodies strewn all across the floor and picking up the dirty dishes as quietly as possible. When he was passing Kisara, he heard her murmur in her sleep, "Revenge, against Tendo, Rentaro, help me end this." Diego did admit that that phrase did raise some concerns, but he wrote it off as something that was too personal for him to involve himself in at this point in time. After placing the dirty dishes in the sink, he sat by the window and reached into his pocket again to pull out the card he found the day before. He studied it intently trying to discern what it could mean besides the obvious observation of it being an address to something. Perhaps it could hold a clue to his memory? Or maybe, it could be a clue to how he lost them in the first place? Or it could just be a trap, he couldn't know; what he did know however, was that it was something to definitely look into.

. . . . .

When morning came, and Tokyo began bustling because of the Saturday morning commute, Kisara and Diego passed the Tendo Civil Security Office on Kisara's way to school. "The office is on the third floor of the building," she said pointing upwards to the third floor, "you can live there until you can find a place of your own to live in." "Thanks Tendo-san, I really appreciate it," said Diego. "Please, call me Kisara, here's a key, we'll buy some basic stuff when I come home from school, there's food in the refrigerator," she said. "Thanks, I'll try not to eat it all out of boredom," said Diego jokingly. Kisara smiled and turned to go to school, leaving Diego standing in front of the office building. Diego turned and went inside the building a climbed the stairs up to the third floor and went through the door into the office. "Pretty nice," remarked Diego out loud and after looking around the office, reached into his pocket and pulled out the card that was with him in the hospital. He studied it and looked at a map that Kisara had in the drawers of the one of the desks. After a bit of detective work, he managed to pinpoint where the mysterious note was leading him.

Diego put up the map and walked down to the ground level and set out into Tokyo to find Storage Crate 097. After about five minutes of walking, he noticed four small crates stacked in pairs underneath a bridge behind a line of fence. He found the door and noticed it was unlocked, he walked through the gate and over to the crates, on the side he saw the number 097 was painted on the edge of the lowest container facing him. When Diego reached up to touch the number, the number caved in and slid back and out popped a black screen, after making sure no one was looking he reached to touch the screen, and a series of blue lines moved vertically and horizontally across the screen, a handprint scanner, thought Diego, now he knew that these crates belonged to someone with vast resources.

After about five seconds of lines scanning his hand print, the side of the box to his left caved in and opened slightly. Diego walked in and the light turned on automatically to show a very complex safehouse of sorts. The door closed behind him and everything powered up. What was inside the safehouse was rather impressive, there were two floors to the safehouse, hence the reason why there were four crates stacked one on top of each other in pairs next to each other. On the ground floor, there was a small kitchen, a desktop computer with three screens and behind a glass door was a small armory filled with two Government M1911 pistols, steel collapsible batons, an SMG, and other technical and weapon based gear. At the bottom of the cabinet were several rows of magazines, he picked one up and studied it, he somehow identified them as 0.45 ACP rounds, something that he shouldn't know as he didn't know the first thing about munitions. Another interesting thing about the bullets was that they were black. "Varanium, I guess." murmured Diego, he then put the rounds back and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

What he found on the second floor was perhaps even more vexing than what he found on the first floor, there was a shower, a black cylinder-like space with a keypad near by, a small closet, and a full sized bed. After inspecting the contents of everything upstairs, Diego walked back down and sat at the computer and noticed another note card underneath the mouse, he moved the mouse and grabbed the card and read what it said: Password-DC09785. He powered up the computer, and when it asked for the password, he punched it in, the computer pinged, and a schematic of the safehouse popped up, and all the specifics popped up as well. "Bullet resistant exterior, explosive resistant surface," said Diego, "interesting." Diego then spent the next few minutes studying where everything in the safe house was, everything seemed to be on the computer, including where some of the stashed cash and debit cards were. Then, Diego looked at the account balance in the financial section, and his jaw almost hit the floor, several hundreds of millions were in the account, just who was he before his memory loss?

After a few hours, which included taking some money that was stashed in a safe, Diego left the safe house and started back to the office, pondering just what he had witnessed inside those crates, he thought it might be best to refrain from telling the others as it was a safehouse and if anybody knew about it, it would be compromised; he was not aware why he had this thought process but it seemed so right that he decided to trust his gut instinct. When he got back to the office, he walked up and saw that Kisara was sitting at her desk working on a computer, "Working?" asked Diego. "Yeah, got some stuff to do today. Hey, I want to ask you something, could you join the company?" she said. "Excuse me?" said Diego, quite surprised. "I have a barely functioning kidney," said Kisara, "So I need another Promoter in the ranks, can you do it?" "I mean," said Diego, "I'll have to get a license and a right to carry guns, but I don't have any form of identification." "That won't be a problem," said Kisara turning back to her computer, "I pulled a couple of strings and you'll have an ID and just have to take the tests, but you'll only be partnered with Tina temporarily, but then we can pair you up with an Initiator of your own, and of course, you'll have to start from the bottom." "All right," said Diego, "I'll do my best" "Good," said Kisara with a smile, "Then study up."

. . . . .

The days turned into a week but eventually Diego took the tests for both his license to carry firearms and his license to be a Civil Security Officer. But not only did he pass it, he got perfect scores on both his license test and his firearms test, he did not know how he had the knowledge for all known forms of Gastrea or how he did not miss the targets during his firearms exam. After he got his results, he went back to the office and showed the rest of the company who had gathered there to await the news of his exams, he showed them the results and looks of shock washed over all four of them. "Believe me, I'm just as stunned as you are," said Diego. "Just who were you before your memory loss?" asked Enju, "Obviously someone that is highly skilled," said Kisara who then stretched out her hand, "Welcome aboard Diego." "Thanks, I'll try my hardest." said Diego grasping her hand in a firm handshake