"A jewelry place, huh?" Shoutarou hopped off his black and green motorcycle upon arriving at the crime scene, setting his helmet down on the leather seat. The front of a large jewelry store was blocked off by police barriers as F.P.D.-branded cop cars lined the streets. As he approached the blockade he spied a familiar man wearing a red leather jacket. He called out to him with a quick, nonchalant wave. "Yo, Terui."

"Hidari. Glad you could make it." Ryu responded, nodding his head before returning his attention to the situation at hand. "Try and take a guess what happened here. In the middle of the day, no less."

It only took Shoutarou a quick moment to decipher what had happened. "...Wait, seriously? You're saying a robbery?"

"Not just a simple robbery." Terui sighed, crossing his arms. "A full-on jewel heist. Every high-priced jewel in the place was stolen. And considering how well-off this place was, that basically means all of them."

"In broad daylight...There's no way that's possible. No one's that skilled...or lucky."

"On the contrary." Ryu pointed out the shattered glass on the front door. "A few of our men had to break the glass just to get inside. The place was still locked up when we got here."

"What about the owner?"

"That's the interesting part. One of his customers came by to pick up a custom order, but when she arrived she spotted him through the window rocking back and forth. She put in a call when she also noticed all the barren window displays."

"Rocking back and forth?" Shoutarou was confused. Usually a thief would either subdue, knock out or, in darker cases, flat-out kill anyone working in the place they planned to rob. "And he wasn't tied up or anything?"

"Not at all. Apparently he looked like he'd come face-to-face with death itself. Sound like the side-affect of something familiar?"

"Sounds like the work of a dopant..." Shoutarou stroked his chin. The side-effect did indeed sound familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It also raised another question; If it were a familiar-sounding reaction, that meant the dopant in question was one he had faced before. "It's a good starting lead, but we need more clues if we want this investigation to gain-...Uh...Terui? Give me a second." Shoutarou noticed something out of place in the various groups of police officers behind Ryu. He walked over to what looked like a little blonde girl watching nearby one of the barricades, arms crossed with a stern look on her face. Her hair was done up in twin drills with two bangs framing her face, complete with a pair of black, lace-trimmed bows on the sides of her head. The strangest part, however, was that she was wearing a police uniform herself.

"Oi, little girl." Shoutarou quickly walked up to her, prepared to escort her to a safer area. "It's great that you wanna grow up to be a police officer someday and all, but this is no place for kids."

A noticeable vein popped up on the girl's forehead, throbbing violently as she slowly turned to the half-boiled detective. "Did you...just call me...'little girl'...you PUNK?!"

Ryu simply pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "Here we go..."

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! OF COURSE YOU DON'T! YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY TOO STUPID TO KNOW WHEN YOU'RE ADDRESSING SOMEONE WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE, YOU DUMBASS GUMSHOE!" The blonde went on an immediate tirade, stomping her foot in anger and disgust. Shoutarou was simply left dumbfounded. This was the last thing he expected to hear. "U-Um...My apologies, Ma'am...? So who exactly are-"

"AKECHI KOKORO! THE CHILD PRODIGY WITH AN IQ OF THIRTY THOUSAND!" Kokoro stood proudly. "AS WELL AS THE BRAINS BEHIND YOKOHAMA'S MOST SUCCESSFUL SPECIAL POLICE UNIT...GENIUS 4!" The girl posed...but found herself alone in her declaration. She quickly looked around the area. "Hello?! I said 'Yokohama's most successful special police unit, Genius 4'!"

"Ahaaa, our bad, Kokoro." A taller girl with short green hair walked out from behind one of the police cars. "We were kinda busy getting info from the fellow boys in blue..." She was followed by two other girls. One had flowing, raven-colored hair, a hair clip placed on the left side of her bangs and two segments of her locks framing her face, each decorated with large, round hair beads. The other had bubblegum-pink hair with a set of headphones occupying her noggin. She was sucking on a lollipop with a sleepy, uninterested gaze.

"Oh, is this the detective Terui-san informed us about before?" The raven-haired girl asked before bowing politely. "Greetings. I am Hasegawa Hirano. G4's close combat specialist."

"Name's Zenigata Tsugiko!" The green-haired one added, pulling her gun out from her holster and giving it a twirl. "You need a gunner or driver? I'm your girl!" She gave Shoutarou a sly wink. The pink-haired girl was too busy typing away on her laptop to give her own introduction, so Tsugiko did it for her. "Uh, don't mind her. Her name's Tooyama Saku. She's our resident hacker and info seeker."

"...Yo." Saku greeted halfheartedly, not bothering to lift her eyes up from her screen.

Kokoro was busy massaging her temple. She let out an annoyed huff before planting her hands back on her hips. "Yes. Okay. Now you've met my team, BUT DON'T LET OUR APPEARANCE FOOL YOU! G4 can do and has done more than any dinky detectives could ever DREAM of accomplishing!"

"...Uh-huh. So basically, you're a little girl with a huge ego is what I'm getting." Shoutarou replied flatly. Kokoro's face glowed red with anger, almost lashing out at the detective before Tsugiko grabbed hold of her, struggling to contain the girl's thrashing and flailing. "YOU SMART-MOUTHED PUNK! LEMME GO SO I CAN DESTROY THIS SON OF A BI-"

"Whoooa whoa whoa, let's all calm down." Jinnou had finally joined the conversation, returning from examining the jewlry store's interior. The older police detective casually tapped his handy backscratcher against his shoulder. "Shoutarou, nice to see you around, but nooo need to worry. Just your small-time jewel theft, nothing big."

"Uh...from what Terui told me, this is way more than just a routine robbery, Jinnou-san." While Shoutarou respected his elder crime investigator, he had to admit that sometimes Jinnou could be a bit too laid back for his taste. Jinnou definitely wasn't stupid, but he could have used a bit more motivation in his field. The young detective was certain that if his elder asserted his smarts a bit more, he'd be one of the best on the force. "I mean just look at the situation. There's no way some two-bit crooks could pull off a heist this clean..."

"Scans show the alarm system wasn't tripped, either..." Saku added, fingers pounding at her laptop's keyboard with a dull expression. "Like fedora man said...S'not a routine robbery..."

"Oi, Saku! No taking sides with the bootleg cop!" Kokoro scolded before gaining a more professional posture and stern expression. "As my colleague said, Mikiou-san, from what Terui-san and our fellow officers have discovered while investigating the crime scene, this was professionally done. Little to no evidence was left at the scene other than what looked like burn marks...and the owner's emotional condition, of course." The girl then shot Shoutarou a smug-looking smirk, as if hoping he'd be impressed by her load of info to the point of jealousy. The detective, however, was too busy jotting down the bits of useful evidence she had just shared. Kokoro couldn't help but falter. "H-Hey! That's confidential police information! That's not for some Dick Tracy wannabe to use!"

"Sorry, kid." Shoutarou closed his notepad and tipped his fedora cooly. "Jinnou-san and Terui share investigation tidbits with me all the time. So you aren't any different...Also, if it's supposed to be confidential, maybe next time don't say it out-loud for everyone nearby to hear."

"You...Y-YOU-...!" Before Kokoro could get a chance to bare her fangs, Shoutarou was already making his way back to his bike, his attention now on bidding Terui a farewell. "I'll go over the specifics with Philip. All of this stuff smells of dopant...but we won't really know unless they strike a second time..."

"Mmh. Fuuto houses plenty of other big-name jewelers. I'll request two-man squad patrols around the city to keep a lookout. If time of day doesn't phase their heists, then they'll strike whenever they see fit...We'll need to be on our toes."

"Not a problem." Shoutarou flicked his wrist into a point as he settled onto his bike, its motor revved and ready to go. "I won't let this city shed another tear on my watch. Count on it." He put his helmet on, kicking up the bike stand before turning to Terui one more time. "I'll keep in touch...Oh and make sure that pint-sized devil you're working with stays on her chain. Don't want her scaring off any future witnesses or the like."

"Yeah yeah, get going." Terui waved his comrade off, bike engine roaring down the road before turning around to find himself face-to-face, so to speak, with Kokoro. Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare, arms crossed tightly. The other members of G4 stood awkwardly behind her, glancing away as she fumed. "Ya didn't tell us anything about some snoopy, smart-mouthed DETECTIVE barging his way into this!"

"What's the big deal? He's been working alongside the F.P.D. for a good while now." Terui didn't really understand her anger. Sure, he and Shoutarou butted heads back when he returned to the city a good while back, but he soon acknowledged that he was a very skilled asset in criminal investigations, if a tad full of himself at times. Tsugiko couldn't help but interject. "Kokoro kinda has a superiority complex when it comes to detectives, ya see. She was always competin' with this group back home in Yoko-"

"TSUGIKO!" Kokoro snapped, causing her fellow squad-mates to flinch. "ENOUGH EXPLANATION, ALRIGHT?!...Ugh, can we just go back to base and process this info? We're burning daylight!" She stomped back to G4's squad car with a sourpuss expression, leaving the other girls and Terui to scratch their heads. "Tch. Detectives there, detective here, detectives all over! Always getting in the way of real police work!...Hmph...At least I don't have to worry about those idiots Milky Holmes dropping in out of nowhere. Keeping that fedora-wearing numskull out of the way should be easy enough..."

Peering down from the roof of a nearby building, the culprits of the robbery watched joyfully at the boys and girls in blue hustling around the crime scene. Their leader smirked, gaia memory firmly in her grasp. "These little devices are much more potent than I could have ever imagined." Arsene smirked, her cohorts agreeing almost instantly. Rat held an expensive-looking red ruby up to the sunlight, squinting as it twinkled a brilliant crimson. "Seriously, that job was a piece of cake! Think of what we can do with this kinda power!"

"Indeed. It seems these 'Foundation X' people have created quite formidable little devices...Arsene-sama, you were especially powerful." Stone River bowed to his leader graciously. Rat couldn't help but scoff silently. What a suck-up that samurai was.

"If our Toys are amplified this much with these little children's playthings..." Twenty added in, smiling snakishly. "...then just imagine how beautiful our heists will be from now on. Of course, they will not surpass my own beauty, but they shall come quite close with the strength we now possess, no?" As her partners continued to sing praises of their new-found abilities, Arsene simply crossed her arms with a confident smile. Fuuto was no Yokohama. There was no great age of detectives to worry about in this city. No chance of any other Toy wielders popping up to ruin their plans. Even with G4 being stationed in this new setting, the police would be a non-issue for her. This city was the perfect stomping ground to establish and expand the Gentleman Thief Empire...and to push Milky Holmes to their limits.

"My dear Milky Holmes..." She spoke softly, so that only she herself could hear. "You may have your Toys again...but do you still have the resolve a detective needs in order to keep an entire city safe? I wonder..."