AN: Well, here it is! I guess I really don't have much to say this time around. A little characterization here, a plot kickstart there...yup, it's your basic shit. I generally go free flow with this story...lett letit lead me rather than the other way around so... Take that as you will.

- I set up a page on Facebook (link: Fido123a/ ) if that doesn't work just look up The Operative (a SasuHina pic). I mean, if'n you want updates, random thoughts, and my general weirdness... It's up to you.

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There she was, typing away on her computer setup. Something about the situation just didn't sit right with her. Borneo had a few international airports, so why send "sensitive information" by boat from Bangkok? Also, why pay for illegal ship travel anonymously?

Answer, you didn't want the information traced back to you should it be discovered. Information like that is the kind people paid for, the kind that gave people like her a business. That was why she was currently running a decryption program against the copy she made before Rokuro left. Nearly$100billion in illicit activity, organizations that operated international markets, and a region where hostile take overs were the safest options. His company decided he was disposable and she needed insurance.

These business suit types were all the same. Always only concerned about the profit margins and their social standing.

Kanra stopped typing and stood in front of the window looking over Tokyo. The look on her face was a rare serious thing, few people ever saw it. Some might even say she looked worried (she'd deny it of course). Getting attached wasn't part of her plan, it just sorta happened. It was lonely and isolating being as intelligent as she was. People dragged out problems with obvious solutions until they snowballed simply because looking in a mirror wasn't for them. She found herself incredibly interested in this phenomenon as well as completely unable to relate. Eventually she found herself in the massively painful position of being incapable of creating rapport with anyone outside the two friends she had. All three were the equally smart and each had a different coping mechanism.

She turned her insights into a game to stave off boredom and keep herself distracted. Shinra just detached himself and lost all Interest in people. Rokuro just kept his head down and suffered through it...and developed a bit of a drinking habit (cough*understatement*cough). Finding people on their level was just as if not more valuable (and rare) to them than pink diamonds (well, maybe not Shinra, he really didn't care). Pinks are the third rarest diamonds in the world, as Rokuro so helpfully informed her one day during a chess match one day.

It's been a strange few years since that day in middle School.

After being released from police custody, she went and continued to build her reputation. Rokuro continued to do his schoolwork like the good little student he was. When he failed to get into college on his first try his family all but abandoned him. That meant he needed a new place to live.

Naturally, Kanra was more than willing to open her guest room to him. That's how it came to be that for the last 4-5 years he'd been living in her apartment. People found it a little jarring to discover she had a roommate. It was even weirder to see two people who were almost exact opposites coexist so naturally. While she was an information broker who regularly engaged in head games with the people around her to observe the outcome, he was an average salaryman who lived a boring life with a whistle-clean routine.

She was pulled from her thoughts when two of the computers in her setup gave notifications. Turning around, she decided the file Rokuro was transporting was a higher priority. Looking at what it contained gave her a grin. When she switched over to the other computer and saw it had data from multiple Asahi management computers and an audio file she immediately sifted through it. Getting the spyware installed and bugs planted was as simple as talking to the security and custodians. When she was done the look on her face was downright shark-like.

"Naughty, naughty."

This was going to be fun.

Meanwhile, Rokuro had made it on his boat and was making his way to Borneo. From there he'd had the files to the section chief take a flight back to Japan. A nice simple business trip, right? A break from looking over his shoulder for blonde bartenders and surprisingly friendly amnesiac dullahans. Just a few days with normal people and no adrenaline.

Unless you counted the fact that his boat just got attacked by pirates asking 'Where's the jap?' On a normal day he'd be offended by the racial insult (not much...just enough to irritate him). The crew gave him up rather quickly. He guessed the paycheck wasn't big enough to cover gun threats. The fist coming straight for his face triggered some of his instincts and he evaded it like a sign post. When he tried to run like always did when Shizuo attacked Kanra a few bullets stopped him from getting too far (not that he had any options for escape).

"He's pretty fast, I'll give him that."

"Nah, the pussy just got lucky."

The guns in his face then convinced him to fess up the flash drive pretty quickly. After confirming that they had the right file the big black guy (who seemed to be the leader) started giving a parting warning.

'I'm gonna live. Thank God I'm gonna live!'

His relief was short lived, however. Yeah, the 9mm pointed at his head kinda killed that. The obviously American woman's words of served to deliver a bit of overkill on his good mood.

"Why are you looking so relieved? You're gonna tag along with us. Dumbass"

"Y-You're joking right?"

Next he knew, he was on the torpedo boat speeding away from the transport ship. His gut told him his old life was drifting away. He just had to ask one more time.

"You're joking right!?"

Back in Japan Kanra was just listening to an emergency board meeting Asahi was currently holding. As the discussion progressed, her face got less and less pleased. The last part simply pissed her off, they were not surviving this. The tone in Mr. Kageyama's voice was a dead giveaway for his intentions.

"...This is out chance. We simply cannot trust the word of the mafia on this. We must get the drive at all costs before it reaches them."

"Before it reaches them? But how?"

"(Throat clearing) I understand. The board will leave this matter in your hands, Kageyama. Choosing what actions to take will also be your responsibility."