"Hie, you must the people Koenma sent. I'm Damien Lope. Would you like to check in at your hotel first?" Damien was grinning. The boys had just arrived at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA).

"No thanks. I think we should find this Socrates Calumnious first," Yusuke declined, but the grin on the boy's face was more than just a welcome.

"Trust me, he's not going anywhere for the next…" he took a look at his watch, "Five hours. You'll need to change too. The weather's unusually hot today," he said.

"Well… If you insist," Yusuke said.

"I do. I do," Damien said.

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"What? You guys captured him?" Kuwabara was asking as Damien drove them to where they were holding Socrates.

"It was easy. He was already wanted for several other crimes. Interpol sent me to track him down, and the Rose·Jewels lent me a hand. The guy is being held at an old jail, but it's been reinforced by Interpol's Special Division. We gave him a drug just to be safe," he explained.

"So why did we come here again, Urameshi?" Kuwabara asked.

"We're supposed to question him about Voldemort," Urameshi replied in Japanese.

"Did you just say Voldemort?" Damien asked, making a right turn.

"No!" both boys denied vehemently.

"That guy's wanted for questioning in eighteen different countries. I tried to get on that case, but they said that the Rose·Jewels were already taking care of it. You know that they're mercenaries, right?" Damien said.

"Yes. One of the best," Urameshi said, only to be stopped by a glaring Kuwabara. Yukina had been taken from his house by them.

"We're here," Damien said. They were in front of a modified prison that had been changed to a drug addiction exhibition centre, right in the heart of KL.

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Damien flashed his id in front of the guards and they were allowed into the small-lit cell. The man they were to interview was lying slumped on a chair, bound by heavy chains and spells. Both Urameshi and Kuwabara realised that those were the same seals and spells used to bound Yukina when she was held by Tarukane (manga 6). He had a long beard, bushy eyebrows and looked like a bad clone of Osama bin Laden. Except that Damien knew this man resembled the many 'pious' ulama employed by the opposition party. That was how he had escaped detection for so many months.

"I wonder why Koenma wanted us to capture this guy," Urameshi asked Kuwabara in Japanese. 

"He's supposed to give us information about Voldemort's council," Kuwabara was shrugging his shoulders.

"You think I'll just give you the information like that?" the man's eyes opened suddenly. "Go to hell! I'm not doing any such thing!" he said.

All three took a step backwards. Damien called for something over his shoulder. "BCG!" A few moments later they heard footsteps running down the corridor as someone came into the cell. Socrates was laughing at them.

"Hello old man," a young girl, maybe ten, walked towards him.

"Pah!" Socrates spat at the girl. "I know the poisons you employ; they'll be of no use to you now," he said.

"Oh really?" the little girl smiled sweetly. "There's something about me that you don't know. I'm higher in rank than you are. I'm a Poison Lady, not a Novice," she said, drawing blood from her finger and smearing it on Socrates' face. He screamed.

When the screams died down she turned to Damien and gave him that sweet smile. Her voice though, spoke of years beyond her tender looks. "Give him about two minutes and he'll be as talkative as you want. It'll wear off in about an hour," she said.

"Thanks, BCG," Damien replied.

"Just give my regards to my old captain the next time you see her," she replied, letting herself out.

Both Kuwabara and Urameshi were staring at the girl. Damien explained to them that from time to time, the Interpol employed the services of students from the Santiago Academy of Poison. Students were trained not only to study poison, but also how to create it in their bodies, as well as the antidote. The basic prerequisite was a deep understanding of the body's internal chemistry and your own mastery over your body.

"A lot of people can control the chemicals and hormones of their body for this purpose. A knowledge of martial arts is necessary to understand how your body works," he explained.

"You awake, Calumnious?" Damien sat quite far from the old man.

"I won't tell you anything," the man said, but his tone was softer, less resistance.

"What do you know about Voldemort?" Urameshi asked.

"Voldemort? Never heard of him," came the reply.

"We have proof that you're in league with him," Urameshi said, bluffing.

"No, you don't," Socrates said, but his tone was uncomfortable.

"Uh huh. We know that you're his supporter. What's he been up to here?" Kazuma asked.

"He'll return to power and rid the world of those mixed bloods! Those from different races, species! All of them will be gone, and the world made pure once more! We shall be bound once again, in purity, with blood of Ninjens only once more! Then we shall rid the world of all those who have married those not of their tribe and clan, and destroy their children, so that this world will be as pure as the Creator ordained!" the man shouted madly.

"What does the Creator has to say about all this?" Damien asked through clenched teeth.

"I am under the protection of an Angel! She is so powerful that two armies of Hell would be needed to stop her! The Creator sent her to me!" he screamed, and then added that Voldemort was also under her protection.

"Tribe? Clan?" Yusuke asked a few minutes later when they had left the cell.

"In the Old Testament, it was written that the Israelites and the Jews were not to marry outside their clan, much less their tribe. This was to ensure that the money stayed in the family of course. Everything else…" Damien shrugged.

"Voldemort is a Jew?" Kuwabara asked.

"Probably just a maniac who borrowed their ideas," Yusuke replied, shrugging.

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