(Eleven days after the warriors return)

Whatever had been injected into him when that Rasberry woman shot him, it was cleaned from his system a lot faster than they would've anticipated, so that gave him time, however little that may be until someone either came to check on him, or to kill him if that's what they wanted to do, but he doubted that, they would've tried it already if that's what they wanted.

Shaking off the grogginess from being shot by a tranquilliser, he took note that he was strapped to a wooden chair that had one leg shorter as it wobbled. His hands were bound in handcuffs behind his back and to a pipe that jutted out of the wall. The cuffs were digging into his wrists very tightly, almost cutting into him to the point where it was actually painful to move his wrists.

His legs were bound with rope to the legs of the chair, which made it incredibly difficult to move. The light to the room was on, which meant that he could see since there were no windows leading outside, and looking around, there was no door either, the only thing he could see was a hole in the floor about ten feet to his left big enough for someone to drop into, probably leading to the sewers.

Directly across from him there was a hole in the concrete wall, where a door should have been, but it was blocked off by something wooden from the other side. A hidden room perhaps? But what could they be hiding in-

"Oh..." When he looked to his right, a long and wide corridor section was there, filled with workbenches, tools, and scraps. There were also weapons stacked in the corner, with a couple pistols lying on the benches. This was definitely the place he was looking for, but why did they feel the need to tranquillise him?

"Old bastard..." He mumbled as he realised what he had done. He hadn't given him a passcode to speak to what was left of the Restorationists, he'd given him a phrase that would've gotten him shot had they had a real gun on hand in the bar.

He could just barely make out faint voices coming from the other side of the wooden blockade, which told him that they had either just checked on him, or were just about to do so, and his suspicions were confirmed when the wooden blockade was moved to the side and out of the way, in stepping one Miss Rasberry, the spiky haired blonde man and another man wearing a red bandana over his forehead.

"You should've been out for a lot longer." Miss Rasberry stated as the three of them all walked into the hidden room, with her going passed him to grab one of the man guns scattered about the place. "It doesn't matter though." She made sure the rifle she picked up was loaded before striding back over to him, shoving the barrel into his chest. "Unless you want a grapefruit sized hole in your chest, you might want to start talking now."

"If you wanted to kill me, you would've already tried." Lukas remained unflinching in the face of the enemy. "Do you know who I am? Obviously not, because you wouldn't have shot and tied me up if you did."

"I know you're important enough to have a huge bodyguard come looking for you." The woman responded to him, slightly off put by the fact he didn't flinch at all when she put the rifle to his chest. "I also know that you're not from Public Security, but you managed to find us, so they could be on their way right now."

"Public Security aren't coming to get you." He tried to assure them. "If I wanted them here, they would've been the first ones through the door, I wouldn't be stupid enough to go in before them."

"That remains to be seen. I'm not going to just take your word for it." Miss Rasberry informed him. "You're very relaxed for a man that's strapped to a chair with a gun pointed at him. You didn't have any ID on you, nor did your 'bodyguard' divulge any information as to who you were when he came looking. So my first question would be, who are you?"

"I'm not your enemy if that's what you're worried about. I tracked down Doctor Edwards, he was the one that told me about this place, and quite evidently, the wrong thing to say as well." He told her. "You guys are what's left of the Restorationists, right?"

The woman pressed the gun into him harder, something he didn't think was entirely necessary. "In a manner of speaking, we once were. Many of our family members used to be, but that was a long time ago, we've given up on the Restoration of Eldia."

He let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief, I thought I was going to have to talk you out of that idea."

"What do you mean?" She frowned after he spoke. "Are you saying the Restoration of Eldia is a bad thing?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying." He nodded, which only served to confuse her and the two men with her even more. "No wonder Marley makes it so easy for the rest of the world to hate Eldians, the Restoration of Eldia, what a load of shit. If you guys were half as dedicated to improving the living conditions and rights of Eldians as you were to restoring an already toppled Empire, you'd all be living in mansions outside of internment zones by now."

"That is the inherent problem with Eldian Restorationists, all people think when the hear of you is the old Eldian Empire that subjugated every race on the planet using the power of the Titans." He told them. "If you guys really are all that's left, I'd suggest a name change first and foremost, then you can start by disproving all the propaganda bullshit spread across the world."

"A bit ambitious is it not? A century of propaganda doesn't become undone overnight you know. The world has hated Eldians for far more than the last hundred years."

"I think you're overestimating how many people truly hate Eldians." Lukas told her. "People are more scared than anything else, mainly because of the constant push of the Devil narrative that Marley keep pushing. No race really has the blood of the Devil in them, such a thing doesn't exist. It's merely bullshit spewed out by Marley's propaganda machine."

"I'm starting to like this guy."

"Quiet Biggs." The woman snapped to the man with the red bandana before turning back to face Lukas. "How can we be sure you mean what you say? We know nothing about you, who you are or where you come from. Prove that you should be someone we listen to."

"Well, if I did come here to cause you all harm..." He moved his hands from behind his back and into the air, showing that he had somehow managed to get his left hand out of the cuffs. "I would've grabbed that gun and shot you with it a long time ago."

She frowned again and backed up seeing that his hands were now free, tossing the gun to the blonde haired one. "Cloud, keep it pointed at him until I say otherwise." She then moved forward to examine his hands, seeing that there were no signs of cuts, bruises or broken bones anywhere.

"I have really smooth skin." He tried to tell her.

"So I can see." She hummed in agreement. "Well, you were right about one thing, we are some of the last remaining members of what used to be known as the Eldian Restorationists, and as you can probably guess, we're all Eldians with fake blood test results."

"So it's just the three of you then?"

"Until we get to know you better it will be." She snarked in response. "These two are Cloud and Biggs, while my name is Jessie."

"You mind untying me from this chair?" Was his next question, but the three of them weren't so eager to let him out just yet.

"Once we're satisfied you won't turn us in, then we'll untie you." The blonde, Cloud spoke up.

"I'm not going to turn you in." He tried to reassure them once more. "What do you want to know? Name your poison and you'll get it."

"We'll start with your name." The other man, Biggs said. "Always nice to put a name to a face."

"My name is Lukas Tybur, and yes, it is that Tybur family I'm talking about." He told them, much to the shock of the group, who didn't know what to think to be entirely honest. "The man who came looking after me is one of the Family Guard. He's beefy, but a bit of an airhead, he didn't notice the closed sign hanging in the window, he was too busy trying to act smart."

"Okay... well I didn't expect that kind of an answer, what is it that you want with us?" Jessie proceeded further with the questions.

"I need friends, or allies at the very least on the continental mainland." He explained. "What I want for the world is a state of peace, where Eldians can live alongside Marleyans, Asians, and people of all races, from every corner of the globe. Unfortunately, I can't do this on my own, and I need help from an organisation that will work with me to further the rights and living conditions of Eldians living in Internment Zones, first in Marley, then around the world."

"It could take another hundred years before that is even remotely possible. You either might be the most ambitious, or most deluded person I've ever met in my life." Jessie told him rather unceremoniously.

"Actually, it's a lot closer than you think it is Miss Rasberry. You see, people fear Eldians because they can turn into Titans, and I have a very strong suspicion that the position of other nations on the eradication of Eldians are based on the fact that Marley controls the power of the Titans." He tried to explain to them all. "The power and technological might of human military is very close to catching up to the power of the Titans, once that happens, Titan warfare will become obsolete, and we have until then to convince the world we aren't descendants of the Devil."

"How do you plan on doing that? Cloud asked. "Marley just announced the recovery of the Founding Titan, they'll just use Eldians en masse to crush any nation that dares to fight them."

"That is where you are wrong." Lukas corrected him. "Marley has no Royal Blood within their borders, so they can't use its power at all. I plan to give that information to the Mid-East Alliance through Hizuru for reasons I shall keep to myself for now."

"With any luck, the Mid-East will declare war and invade in no time at all. Their superior Navy and weaponry should give Marley much trouble for many years to come."

"So you want to start a war between two superpowers to what? Buy time?" Biggs asked. "Buy time for what exactly?"

In the time that it had taken them to have this conversation, Lukas, with a little help from Jessie, had the handcuffs opened and taken off, and the ropes around his legs undone, which allowed him to stand up now.

"To buy time for the Eldians living on Paradis Island to join the Mid-East Alliance in the war against Marley." He told them, which shocked them all, a horrified look on their faces. "They have three of the Titan powers, but their Island is still crawling with pure Titans, it will take time for them to be able to travel across the ocean."

"The Island of Devils?" Cloud gasped.

"Don't tell me you actually believe all that crap about the Island. Trust me, I've been there, it's the farthest thing from the truth you could possibly think of." Lukas scoffed in return. "The other two who came back would tell you exactly the same thing, there are no Devils living on that Island, it's just people, like the rest of us."

"I'm really starting to like this guy." Biggs spoke up.

"Me too!" Jessie proclaimed.

"If you aren't wholly convinced, I could arrange for you to visit the island in the future." He offered.

"How would you manage that?" Cloud did not look convinced at all.

"Let me worry about that when the time comes." Lukas assured the three of them. "For the time being, see if you can get into the Internment Zone here in Odiha, ask around for anyone who would want to join the cause, even outside the Internment Zone if you're brave enough, and don't use the word Restorationists, come up with something else."

(Thirty six days after the warriors return)

Having been a spy for six years, despite the fact it was on an island of ignorant idiots, he knew what to look for in general when it came to counter-intelligence, otherwise known as when someone was either following you, or when someone wasn't acting normal. He'd been trained by the Public Security Authorities on what to look out for, what the key to weeding out an enemy operative were.

This went both ways, in knowing how to spot one on his tail, he also had a very good idea on how to get one onto him as well. Though he didn't want just any spy or enemy agent onto him, he wanted one from Hizuru to be specific.

The reason being that Mikasa was descended from one of the Asian clans, he didn't care or know which one, but hopefully he'd be able to strong arm the Ambassador that he had a meeting with in two days to accept his proposal of visiting Paradis on a diplomatic mission using Mikasa's presence on the island, and the vast amount of natural resources that laid beneath Paradis.

One element in particular, Iceburst Stone, was only found on Paradis Island. It was used to power the ODM Gear, and with the amount of gas they pumped out to the military branches, there must've been billions worth of the stones underneath the Island.

Now, as for how to get an enemy agent after him, he concluded that the best way to do that was to go out drinking every night and gain a sort of reputation around the city, as a 'party animal.' This would hopefully lure out an agent from Hizuru, he'd take them home, they'd either give him a sleeping pill or knock him out and escape with the files form his uncle's office he'd had copied and stored in his bedside table.

Then when he met with Ambassador Kiyomi, Bam! He'd blindside her with the knowledge that he knew Hizuru had sent an agent after him and threaten her with an escalation that could lead to war if he said the right things to the right people.

Hopefully he wouldn't need to do that and she'd be reasonable enough to trust a noble Eldian like himself and take his word that the people on Paradis weren't actually Devils, and hopefully she would help them make inroads towards joining the Mid-East Alliance during the war.

It was the perfect plan, all he had to do was drink and wait at the bar to be approached by his would be enemy agent. He could handle drink very well, but he would still get tipsy, and by his fifth shot, someone had finally sat down on the stool next to him, and - "Oh god she's really hot."

He didn't know if it was the alcohol clouding his mind or not, but the woman who had sat next to him was fucking unbelievably beautiful. She was asian, the most beautiful one he'd ever seen in his life, and in her mid twenties, which only made her all the more attractive. The first feature he noticed was her silky black hair, that went all the way down to her waist. Next was the dress she was wearing, a deep shade of purple, with black ribbon standing out well from the dress itself.

She wore a purple ribbon tied into a bow around her neck, with golden hooped earrings dangling from each ear. The hem of her dress stopped at the top of her thighs, her smooth and pale legs crossing over as she sat on the stool, with a pair of matching purple heels on het feet.

"Like what you see?" His gaze was directed from the dress hugging every inch of her body to her eyes, which were red? Or maybe a very light brown, but there was something in them, that was drawing him like a moth to a flame. "Another round for me and my friend here." The woman ordered from the bartender.

"Isn't round buying meant to be the other way around?" He asked with a smirk on his face. "What's a beautiful lady like you doing buying me another round?"

Grinning back, the stunning woman slid one of the shot glasses over to him. "Drink up and you'll find out soon enough."

The next couple of minutes were kind of a blur for Lukas to be honest, he'd downed every shot she bought for him, to the point where he was barely functioning consciously, but he was still able to walk and talk somewhat steadily without tripping over his feet or his words.

The toilets in the bar were filthy, as would any public toilets, but it didn't stop the two of them being all over each other inside one of the stalls. He had her back pinned against the wall, while her left leg was raised, the inside of her thigh rubbing against his hip while he palmed the smooth skin of her leg. Their lips were meshed together in a frenzy of short, hot kisses, the taste of alcohol evident in both their mouths, until he trailed his kisses down her cheek and jaw onto her neck, sucking and biting on her pale skin, while she let out gasps and soft moans in return.

One of her hands reached for his crotch, palming his bulge through his pants, feeling him continue to grow in size as he pushed his hips into her touch even more. He then trailed his lips back up her neck and cheek to her left ear, nibbling on it before he spoke. "I wanna take you home and fuck you all night so badly."

"Why don't you then?" She asked as she squeezed him through his pants, getting another thrust out of him. "Can't bear to wait just a little while longer?"

The teasing purr that was her voice almost made him melt on the spot as he thrust into her palm once more. Pulling away from her ear to look into her eyes, he was caught off guard by the lust in her eyes and thirsty look she was giving him, he almost faltered as he began to doubt this was the right girl.

"If I take you home with me, you might have to leave in a wheelchair." That had sounded so much better in his head, but she didn't seem to mind as she grabbed his chin to straighten his gaze deep into her red eyes.

"That sounds... fantastic."

It was a twenty minute walk from the bar to the mansion that the Tybur family lived in, though it felt both shorter and longer than that. Mainly because while he was pulling her along the streets, making it fairly obvious that he wanted her as soon as possible, she kept stopping him to kiss and make sure he was still as needy as he was when they left the bar.

Sneaking into the house was the hardest part about the journey, there were guards everywhere, and if they'd spotted him drunk with some woman, they'd never have let her in. Luckily for him, this was his home, so he knew the ins and outs of the estate. Eventually, he got her into his room, and when he did, they were back to being all over each other.

He was pushed back onto his bed by the woman he didn't even know the name of, his legs dangling over the edge as she pushed his back to the duvet, straddling his waist, her dress beginning to slide up as she parked her thighs either side of his waist. Leaning down, she continued where they left off, a flurry of hot, alcohol fuelled kisses, her hands finding and pinning his wrists down, his hips thrusting up into her, grinding against her through his pants.

This was progressing well, perhaps to well, and when she moved to untuck his shirt from his pants, biting her lip as she started from the bottom and moved her way to the top, parting his shirt like two sides of the sea. Her hands trailed up his rock hard abdomen and up his chest, every inch of his body was in immaculate shape, from head to toe, he was built to be ogled at by females, yet many would never get to experience what this woman on top of him was.

"Where do you keep the protection?" His answer came before he could properly think, this wasn't part of his plan, maybe he had taken home a thirsty girl instead of an enemy agent. But when she opened the drawers on the bedside table to look for said protection, she didn't even bat an eyelid at the top drawer, where he knew he'd put the file marked 'Classified', so he knew this had to be her.

Before he could process what was happening, she had already found a condom, unwrapped it and pulled his cock out and had it wrapped around him, the latex was a little uncomfortable, and in no time at all, she had sunk down onto him, the hem of her purple dress making it so that he couldn't actually see what was happening.

Her hands found his once again, holding them tight as she brought them up to his shirtless abdomen as she rocked back and forth ever so gently. It was such a far cry from the way she'd been with the kissing and touching, it reminded him of... Petra.

He had slept with Petra twice, once in the Military Police barracks the day before one of her expeditions, and the other was after one of the more disastrous expeditions she wanted to get her mind off of. There was just not enough time off to enjoy themselves any more. Both times, this exact scene played out, she was on top, holding his hands while she rocked so gently, but it burned pleasures so deep inside of him because he loved her.

Back to the Asian on top of him, she was letting out soft moans, rocking back and forth, like she was scared to break him. Meanwhile he was struggling, the memories of the past made it so hard to not just explode. The ginger hair, the amber eyes, her fair and beautiful face, her lean and fit body. He no longer saw the Asian beauty above him, he saw Petra, no matter how much he tried to tell himself she was dead, she was all he could see.

"Fuck! I-" His back arched as he came violently, it was too much for him, he couldn't hold it in any longer. It hadn't even been two minutes before he'd lost it, filling the condom inside of her before collapsing to the bed.

"Oh wow, I've never had a man so into me like this before." She seemed to take the fact that he lasted less than two minutes as a compliment. She then leaned down to his face, touching his cheek with a lone finger, and the image of Petra faded, the Asian bombshell appearing in her stead. "Do you want to continue? Or am I leaving on my two legs?"

"I..." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as she looked him in the eye. "I want to..."

"You want to what?" She teased him by lifting off of him. "I don't know what to do unless you tell me."

"Fuck, I want... I want to just fuck you."

"That's a start." She teased him further by removing the very full condom and wrapping it up, dropping it into the bin next to his bed. "How do you want to fuck me? What do you want to do to me?"

He sat up to meet her gaze head on this time, the lust and hunger in his eyes was the exact thing she was looking for. "I want to fuck a kid into you." He was lying to himself again, he still saw all the attributes of Petra in her, and it was making him act erratically, unpredictable.

"That's what I like to hear." She purred as she moved across the bed, propping herself up on her forearms and knees, waiting for him to come and get her. She didn't need to wait long, because he'd discarded his pants, sliding the hem of her dress up to her hips as he slid right into her, burying himself deep inside her with a single thrust forward, the raw sensation feeling incredibly familiar to those times he'd had with Petra.

He groaned as he pulled back, Petra never got on her hands and knees for him, but he worked the position out pretty quickly if her moans were anything to go by. His hips smacked against her bare ass cheeks, his hands gripping onto any part of her he could touch. It was unfair the way her purple dress clung to her body like that, every movement she made, it went with her, like it was glued to her skin. How could a piece of clothing be so tight but fit so well?

He leaned over her so that his chest was pressing into her back, with his mouth all the way up at her ear. "I never got your name."

"Oh god..." She couldn't help but gasp with the way he talked just then. "Ti..." She moaned once more, stopping her from talking. "It's Tifa..."

"Tifa..." He repeated what she'd just said, that sounded nothing like Petra. That thought confirmed what a shitty person he was, he was playing pretend here, clinging to any semblance of the woman he loved. He couldn't get over her, it was impossible.

"Tifa..." He said once more, reaching for one of her arms, pulling it off the bed and holding it behind her back, like he was beginning to restrain her. "This is... I don't want to stop."

"Then don't." Tifa turned her head to look at him, biting her lip as he continued to drive himself deep into her. "Keep going. Let it all out."

He was such a terrible person, but he was well passed the point of caring what he was by now.

(Thirty eight days after the warriors return)

The Hizuru Embassy in Marley was actually quite large, rather than just being a building, it had its own grounds that were fenced off, allowing them to redecorate the gardens to look just like they did back home. The interior wasn't much different, with paintings of Hizuru architecture lining the walls, pink cherry blossom trees, and many of the old Shogun's.

Lukas was shown into one of the rooms deep into the Embassy by one of the many staff working there, and inside the room was the Ambassador of Hizuru, Kiyomi Azumabito. She thanked the staff member with a bow, and invited him to take a seat in one of the very expensive looking chairs next to her.

"I must say Mr Tybur, I was very surprised at hearing you wanted to meet with me. I haven't seen you since you were a young child." She commented as he took a seat, taking note of the metal canister he was carrying in one hand. "Usually I would meet with Willy. How is he by the way?"

"My uncle is fine Ambassador Kiyomi." He replied with a smile. "I think he is busy with some other things at the moment, so I wanted to come speak to you directly, in a place that is secure from any untoward listeners."

"Is he aware of this meeting taking place between us." Kiyomi posed the question to him. "Or is he being kept in the dark as much as I am about this meeting?"

"He doesn't know about us meeting, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, at least for now." He then placed the metal canister onto the small wooden table between them. "I have brought you something, a gift if you will. To help sweeten the deal as it were."

"Oh really?" Kiyomi refrained from letting her curiosity reach for the canister. "And what kind of deal would that be? And what kind of gift have you brought me?"

"Inside that canister is the rarest element found on this planet, well at least it used to be. Iceburst Stone, what little reserves of it were dried up centuries ago, but, on Paradis Island lies a stock of this material so great, it would be the richest nation on the planet, and that isn't including what other raw materials lie beneath the Island."

"That's all well and good Mr Tybur, but it's an Island filled with Titans and Devils." The Ambassador responded, not interested in the slightest. "Only Marley are powerful enough to invade and win at this time. Is that why you came? To tell me that Marley plans to invade Paradis?"

"Quite the opposite Ambassador Kiyomi." He corrected her. "Paradis now controls three of the nine Titan powers. Though they wouldn't have the experience or battle prowess to resist a massive land invasion, the loss of the Colossal Titan in particular means that Marley can't invade without the threat of losing thousands in the blink of an eye. Not to mention the layout of the walled cities would only allow for an air assault to begin with until they could get the outer gates opened."

"It's an interesting story to be sure." Kiyomi smiled, more out of politeness than anything else. "Though I don't understand why you feel the need to tell me this. Did Bartholomew put you up to this in your uncle's stead?"

"I haven't spoken to the State Secretary in over a month Ambassador." He assured her. "This isn't about making you or the nation of Hizuru feel intimidated, in fact, I'm here to make sure you feel more empowered." Now that did surprise her a little. "It's no secret that many nations and races hate Marley, not as much as the Eldian Empire, but there is still hatred and contempt for Marley all over the world."

"It's my understanding that the Mid-East Alliance had been gearing towards a war against Marley, but backed down once the Founding Titan was recovered."

"That is correct." Kiyomi nodded. "Tensions have been brewing for years, ever since Marley took all the continental land to the south six years ago." She explained. "Though, it is my understanding that Marley tend to over-exaggerate many things."

"Are you referring to the propaganda they continuously pump out against Eldians?" He asked, but then he put a palm to his head, as if he was just realising something important. "Of course not, you're referring to the inability for Marley to actually use the power of the Founding Titan, right?"

"This is the first I'm hearing about this?" Kiyomi looked just as surprised as he did.

"Don't lie to me Ambassador. You're not just the Ambassador to Marley, you deal with just about every nation every now and again. You're the Hizuru equivalent to a State Secretary. You know everything that goes on in every nation in the world, except for one." Kiyomi remained silent, she wasn't going to play her hand yet, she was waiting until all the cards were on the table.

"You even thought you had access to the Tybur mansion, that some party boy would be stupid enough to take home the first pretty girl that came up to him and you would have access to whatever secrets lay in there." He then reached into his pocket to grab something, keeping it hidden in his palm for now. "I didn't expect her to be there when I woke up at eleven in the morning, that was a nice touch. You almost had me believe that she was just really thirsty, but that was what I wanted to happen, you took the bait, and this is where we're at now."

He then reached over to the table, placing the tip of a finger that had been cut off. "This is my finger, so you can probably infer as to what that means I am. I've been to Paradis Island, I won't tell you who the Founding Titan is though, just to keep you guessing."

"What is it you actually want from me?" She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"Everything in the files was true, meaning Marley can't control Pure Titans anymore." He informed her. "What I want from you is simple. Tell your fellow Ambassador from the Mid-East Union everything that was in the files. Make sure they declare war by next week, don't give Marley any time to mobilise the army. The Warriors are still in Liberio, so a surprise attack would work well."

"You want to start a war?" Kiyomi looked at him like he was insane. "How could that possibly benefit anyone?"

"It benefits my cause and beliefs Ambassador." At least he was honest with her. "Help me start the war, and I'll tell you how you can gain access to the materials of Paradis Island." Now that certainly got her attention. "On Paradis Island, there is a descendant from one of the Asian clans. I don't know which one, but I thought you'd appreciate me telling you that."

"The only ones from Hizuru who took shelter on Paradis were members of Shogun's clan, meaning that if he was telling the truth..." She didn't let her excitement show on her face, instead moving a mouth to wipe away any drool that was about to come out her mouth.

"What do you say Ambassador? Do we have a deal?"

"Tell me, are there really Devils living on the Island?" She asked him.

"Not the type with horns growing out their heads." He replied. "We can all be Devils when we need to be. I've been one myself, but are they evil, not a chance. Take my word for it. They're just people who've suffered more than anyone else in the world."

"In that case..." Kiyomi offered her hand for him to shake, which he did. "You have a deal."

"Thank you Ambassador Kiyomi." He stood and bowed respectfully to her. "I'll be in contact soon once things are set in motion." He turned to leave the room, but he stopped once he saw a map of the world hanging on the wall next to the door. "Before I leave Ambassador Kiyomi, I believe the Second Fleet is due to arrive here in the coming days." He pointed to a coastal area very near the border with the Mid-East territory. "Tell them to send 'The Beast', it should have enormous success there." With that, he was gone from the room, leaving Kiyomi with a canister of Iceburst Stone, and a severed finger.

To her left, there was an internal telephone line, she reached and picked it up, holding it to her ear as she examined the severed finger. "Did you get all of that?"

"Yes Miss Kiyomi." The man on the other end responded. "What would you like us to do with the tape?"

"...Scrub it. This meeting never happened." Kiyomi had ultimately made up her mind to trust him, though she would have another word with Tifa about her assignment. She was not supposed to spend the night, it was get in and get out.