"Oi! Wake up!"

A splash of something wet instantly followed onto my face, shoving me awake and off my bed.

"Urgh!" I shrieked as I face-planted the floor.

"Do you know what time it is?!" the voice continued, a hint of annoyance in it.

I blearily squinted up at the figure looming over me. Fuji stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow furrowed together.

"Uh, should I?" I croaked.

"It's midday. What the hell were you doing last night?"

I sat up and gathered my covers around me. "Sorting out Andras' private quarters. Have you any idea what it looked like? It took me all night."

"So I assume that your search was fruitful?"

I rubbed my eyes and forced myself up, dragging my covers up with me.

"Urgh, I wish. Unfortunately, the instructor was smarter than we had predicted. He left some sort of hint to where he hid the ledger but the ledger itself was not at his quarters."

I trudged over to my night stand and pulled out a small brown notebook.

"His journal. Page 19." I waved a dismissive hand and plopped back down onto my bed. Fuji rustled through the pages before coming to a stop.

"Ledger. UG. JM." He read. I sighed and scratched the back of my head.

"I stayed up late last night thinking about what they could mean but no luck. It's been driving me nuts."

"Are they initials?"

I shrugged. "I don't know everyone in the MP so I wouldn't be able to help you there."

Fuji began to walk out again. "I have an extensive list in my office. Meet me there when you're done waking up."

"I'll be right there after breakfast."

"Breakfast hour is over."

"What the f-"

I eyed the small loaf of bread that Fuji had placed in front of me.

"Since you didn't have any breakfast." He smiled and went back to looking at the list of names. Further staring, followed by a poke, found that the loaf was as hard as a rock. I grimaced and slowly pushed the loaf back to Fuji.

"Thanks but no thanks. I like having teeth. Any luck on the initials?"

I leaned forward and grabbed a sheet of paper, gazing down the list.

"There's no one here with the initials UG. As for JM, there's only 3, I've already talked to them and they seem to have no clue about any corruption or gang movement within the Walls."

I grunted in annoyance and stood from the hard office chair, wandering towards the window.

"Okay, so if not name initials, then UG must stand for something else then." Mused Fuji, still rustling the papers around. I ran my head through the case's progression. UG must have been related to something we've come across, the problem was just figuring out what. Then something clicked and I whirled around.

"Underground." And I hurried forward, plunging my hands into the mess of documents and pulling out our evidence sheet. "Half of this bloody case had connections to the Underground City. UG could stand for Under Ground."

"Okay…" Fuji trailed off, nodding his head thoughtfully. "That certainly is plausible. However the Underground is massive. If Andras hid the ledger, or is hiding himself there, it could take weeks for us to find him. Not to mention the hours of manpower we would need."

"Then we need to find what JM means-" I halted my sentence when more evidence slid off the table and onto the ground, scattering at my feet. That included the very crumpled form of a package wrapping, the one initially sent from Officer Hardt. The addressee name stared up at me, silently mocking me that I didn't get it sooner. My teeth grinded together and my eyes narrowed in sudden anger. Fuji noticed my tense posture immediately and a frown crossed over his face.

"Hazura? What is it?"

I eyed the addressee name and spat it out.

"John Mizuka."

I burst through Mizuka's underground entrance not a mere 20 minutes later, absolutely raging. Fuji followed close behind me, carrying all the evidence we needed to pull out a confession from him. He also had the brains to call Levi but fortunately for the Captain, he was already out on another task and so did not have to see his former second-in-command go nuts.

Mizuka's guards were in their usual posts and both Tom and Jerry tensed when they saw me come in. Four blades were drawn out, one from each guard and two for me.

"Move or I'll move you." I warned as I rapidly approached. Tom charged at me first, blade aimed at my stomach. Waiting until he was within striking distance, I twisted out of the way and shoved him down the stairs. One down. Then I twisted and held the tip of the blade to Jerry's throat, close enough to feel his Adam's apple as he swallowed. I glared at him while Fuji tied up Tom downstairs.

"Move." I growled. "I have no beef with you."

A cough came from the lower ground and Jerry hesitated, his eyes darting to his partner in crime. Using that, I swivelled around the broad guy and now shoved the blade tip into his back.

"Thank you for moving." I smirked and forced him to begin walking down the stairs and into Fuji's waiting cuffs. I then raised an eye at Fuji.

"You'll be okay with these two? I'll be right back."

Fuji opened his mouth before another voice echoed out for him.

"I can't guarantee these two will be fine though."

I sighed in resignation and despite the situation, a smile took over my face.

"Steve. Hope you're feeling better. I would have visited you in the wing."

I watched as my fellow friend stepped out from the shadows behind Fuji. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Let's be honest, you probably wouldn't."

The tone of his voice was half joking, half serious. A glance at his face confirmed that Steve was still upset that I had joined the MP. I bit my tongue and gave another nod of acknowledgement before entering Mizuka's office. The desk and chair were empty but the door leading further into the building was ajar. Keeping an eye out, I closed the door behind and took a step deeper in, sheathing one blade.

What I didn't see was the fist flying towards my right cheek.