Another day was coming to an end. The sunset set the sky ablaze with multiple shades of pink and orange fusing together. While the day life was ending, an entirely different world emerged from the streets of Ikebukuro. The typical theme of the exciting nightlife set the stage for the city's residents. Cliques of friends, old and new, made their way around the streets searching for new clubs to dance their troubles away. The caterpillar like lines ran throughout the city streets, each with residents eagerly crossing their fingers that they were pretty enough to get past the selective bouncers.

For Junko however, she would have to relax her nerves another time. The young woman was still shook up from her superiors' abuse. Junko and VI had already made it to Club Astro, a company famous for its entertainment systems and international dance clubs. The towering skyscraper's was too tall for them to get to the roof, so they settled on breaking in through the air vent system on a lower rooftop. She surveyed the ant size crowds sauntering in the streets, desperate for a distraction. If the objective was not complete with perfect execution, it could be the death of her.

"Junko, c'mon I need a hand here." VI grunted, pushing against an air vent guard. "Quit spacing out. Daisuke's finally deactivated the motion alarms."

"Whatever." Junko muttered, refusing take her eyes off the streets. A loud clang rang out on the roof, making Junko swing around in shock. VI was standing there with a dented vent guard she had clearly kicked, calm as can be.

"What the hell was that?!" Junko demanded, suddenly on full alert. "Are you trying to tell everyone we're here?"

"Nah," VI shrugged. "I provided a much needed wakeup call to our distressed leader."

"VI, quit being careless. I don't want to be deaf anytime soon." Daisuke chimed in from the com link. Lucky for him, Daisuke was technical support for the squad. While the ladies did all of the dirty work, he was privileged enough to enjoy the comfort (and safety) of a secluded hiding place nearby. "Go easy on Junko ok? She got a beating back there."

"You could've warned us you know." Junko grumbled. "I don't know how, but you knew we were meeting with a Shindō. If I'd know I could've avoided that." VI snickered as she climbed through the vent.

"Mommy and Daddy are having a fight! I better give you two some privacy." Junko followed, motivated by both the urge to whack VI upside the head and to get the mission over with.

"Lead the way." Junko muttered.

"I uploaded the map, and fuck the security here is really tight! I'm looking at cameras, laser and motion sensors, they even got physical traps!" Daisuke said, a distinct clicking of a keyboard resounded through the com. "VI, you're to take the second left and keep going until you reach a dead end. There should be a straight drop which will save you some time. Keep heading down until you reach the elevator control panel."

"Way to give me the fun job." VI griped, but she complied and crawled through the vents.

"Junko, you need to head to your right and keep going. There should be a removable vent screen."

"Question," VI whispered. "Why didn't we just go straight to the thirteenth floor from the vents? Didn't you say you deactivated the motion alarms?"

"The motion alarms surrounding VIP Suite 8 are running on a separate power source for whatever reason. Probably because of the package we're supposed to retrieve." Daisuke explained.

"That's why you're heading to the control panel. VIP members have keycards which deactivate the alarms and traps in elevators and vents, so when you plug in my connection I should be able to interfere with whatever I need to from here. Those vents are your escape route; the guards will be no match for you two on the roofs. While Junko infiltrates the suite, you will head there through the vents to act as backup."

"Taku." VI whined. "I thought this was an entertainment company, not a fucking military base."

"Club Astro isn't exactly a 'law abiding' corporation, VI." Junko said. "If you bothered to read the file Aobōzu gave us you would know that they've got a few skeletons in the closet. Now hold it down, you're being hella noisy today!" Junko continued through the vent until coming to the vent screen mentioned prior.

"Another thing." Daisuke added. "That security guard that our superiors gave us wasn't complete. It was almost like he was setting us up."

"More like he was double checking." Junko said. "That prick wanted to see if we would trust him. Rule #1: Never trust anyone." Daisuke sighed before responding.

"Open the screen and get in the hall." Daisuke instructed. "Cross the hallway, but keep a watch out. Get to the end, and take a right. Take the second elevator, and don't be seen."

Following his instructions, Junko reached the end of the hallway when she heard footsteps quickly approaching.

"Guard coming your way." Daisuke warned her. Yeah I figured that out kisama. "At least this guy is on the schedule, no surprise is a good surprise."

"It'll save us some time if he has a card." VI said. Junko frantically looked around for an open door but every door had a security lock. I don't have a choice. Flipping out a simple stun gun, she charged the voltage and prepared for the worst. A scrawny security guard came around the corner, his only weapon being a pistol. When he saw Junko he froze, it was as if he was debating if she was actually there or not. Junko didn't waste any time, before the guard could act she stuck the gun into his throat and pushed the magic button. His body thrashed violently from the incredible shock before going limp. She let the body drop to the floor.

"No time to hide the body." Junko said into the receiver.

"Shit, guess there's no helping it." Daisuke sighed. "Now hurry up, you're on the clock. You've got five minutes to make it to the twentieth floor." Before deserting the body, Junko searched the guards' pockets. Sure enough there was a key card labeled ASTRO VIP ACCESS - SECURITY. This is almost too easy…how the hell did this idiot get to a high level VIP Pass?

"Only three minutes left, dou itta!" Daisuke urged.

The polished hallway was silent again, as if on cue. Junko ran around the corner and made it to the elevator, appearing before in her in mere seconds.

"Ok, according to my screen here there's going to be tons of interference in the next area. VI, you might want to listen for once." He clears his throat. "Level twenty only has a few VIP Suites, with number 8 being on the end of the hall. Once you're inside you'll have two minutes to find the package in the room and get the hell out of there. Given the security here they might detect you before I realize it."

"Roger that." Junko said.

"VI, do what you can to stall the elevator the target girl gets on. I've hacked into the all the security cameras, save the VIP suites. I'll keep an eye on little miss high school; she should be coming in any minute now. Let me know when you've plugged my program in ASAP!"

"Yoroshii!" VI jeered, unusually peppy given the circumstances.

"And hey Junko," Daisuke asked. "Be careful, ok?" Junko smirked. VI's never going to let that comment go.

"Yeah, no promises though." Before her worried teammate could object, she shut her com link off. It wouldn't be any use to her if there was interference.

Guess I'm going dark.

VIP Suite 8 turned out to be one big room which heavily resembled a library. A plush couch was in the center with multiple books scattered around the room. A teal netbook with tiny pink strawberry decals was plugged into a charger on the couch. The walls were covered in bookshelves, each packed full with dozens of books. Only one wall was free of any books, revealing a humongous window with a glorious view of Ikebukuro.

Good news: gained access to the suite. Bad news…what the hell am I looking for? Please don't tell me it's a book! She thought, discouraged with her situation. Junko walked to the netbook and opened the cover. A small squeak of what she guessed was supposed to mimic a dolphin rang out as the screen lit up. The netbook was locked by a password, typical for any electronic device. Junko pulled out a flash drive and plugged it in the USB port of the netbook. A small window opened up and a sequence of numbers ran on the screen. Hopefully this new software Daisuke designed would be able to crack the code.

Suddenly a defiant beep rang out and the netbook screen went black. Ok…that is not supposed to happen. Junko examined the laptop one more time before something clicked in her head

This has got to be the package. The fact that Daisuke's password cracker couldn't get through this says that someone's put a lifetime of work and effort into protecting what's on this thing, and I doubt its embarrassing photos from a high school yearbook. Junko snatched the netbook up and placed it in a small bag she had for package runs. Flinging the bag over her shoulder, a low whirring sound started to brew from the elevator. She eyed the bright lights above the door and noticed that the elevator was rapidly making its way here.

Time to scram! She thought and looked around for the closest vent. A vent screen was above the tallest book shelf, as if it was specifically placed there to give intruders a hard time escaping. Desperate Junko pushed the couch over to the vent, hoping to would give her some if any height advantage. She glanced back at the elevator; it was already on level fifteen and quickly approaching. Finally getting the couch to the proper position, Junko hopped on the couch and prepared to jump. It seemed like she had made it when she felt a sharp sting in the back of her neck followed by a numbing sensation throughout her body.

Junko's leg suddenly became like jelly and gave out under her. She tried to gain her senses but finally realized a key fact: there was a small dart in her neck. Before she realized it, the young girl from the photograph Aobōzu gave her was staring her in the face. Instead of the expected blank expression, a wide demonic smile was glued to the students face. Her chestnut brown eyes were wide and examined Junko's face thoroughly.

"Target confirmed!" The girl said her voice drenched with glee. "It's nice to finally meet you, Agent Junko." Junko scoffed.

"Hey girly…fancy meeting you here." She gasped, her breath suddenly escaping her. "You enjoying the view…or waiting for a client? Don't tell me that your school actually allows skirts that short in the fall." The girl chuckled quietly at first but it erupted into a series of howls. Once she calmed down she glared at the intruder.

"The profile wasn't joking, you are a bonkura!" She snatched Junko's package bag from her droopy arm and pulled out the netbook.

"Oh you naughty girl, you've discovered my little diary." The girl made a "tsk tsk" noise with her mouth. Opening the netbook she cleared her throat.

"Ningyōtsukai no tenshi." She said. Junko's eyes widened with horror. This little girl…there's no way she could know about that.

The girl smiled. "Surprised? I would be too; it's not like every day you get to meet a real Angel." "You can call me that you know, but don't use your filthy native language. Only Tenshi will suffice." She quickly typed on the keyboard.

"Your codename is Agent Junko and you are a Scottish agent of Hiratsuka, one of the most powerful smuggling companies in the Asian underworld. You're reaching your mid-thirties, a heavy drinker and smoker so it's a miracle you haven't got that many wrinkles yet. I suspect you use Botox or some kind of beauty treatment." She eyed Junko with a look that sent darts of hatred to her.

"This is only a snippet of my data profile on you." She said. "I am ashamed to say that it is imperfect; it lacks two crucial elements." She waltzed over to Junko, giving her a swift kick in the gut.

"Who do you work for?" She growled. Junko fought hard to suck air into her lungs.

"Go to hell, I don't know what you're talking about!" she rasped. The girl's expression turned into sheer anger and stomped on Junkos' chest repeatedly.

"Kisama, namenn ja ne yo!" She screeched. "We know you betrayed our company! We know you've been sending copies of transactions to a contact!" Tenshi didn't slow her stomping, even with the definite crack of ribs coming from the intruders' chest cavity. Junko gasped and moaned from the pain, but she let no secrets escape her lips.

Angel sighed, exasperated. "I'm normally not allowed to torture people like this…my master will get angry." Junko whimpered at the excruciating sensation of her bone exiting her skin worsened.

"Take her to my master." Tenshi ordered the guards. She took another dart from her pocket and jabbed it in Junko's neck. All Junko could do was lie there as the drug came over her. Her doom had been sealed.