Elsewhere, January 28th 2011:
In a dark room, filled with screen, whirring computers, there were three young men. One of them was sitting in a shivel chair in a somewhat peculiar fashion. If one were to imagine another person, who would just bend his knees so he'd be closer to the ground, so he'd appear to be sitting, but is still more or less standing on his feet, so all he has to do is stretch his legs so he'd continue walking. It was in that position that this young man was sitting on his swivel chair, holding a cup of tea, while stirring his spoon in it, although one can say that he appeared somewhat fascinated by the way the spoon moved. A second young man was lying on the floor, apparently playing with toy robots, airplanes, spaceships and other toys. A third person appeared a little less unusual than the other two, who had this one huge scar on his face, was pacing from one of the room to the next, eating a bar of chocolat. The first young man stopped stirring his cup of tea, put down the cup, upon which he turned to one of his many computers, where he looked upon a screen, which showed five older men in suits, greeting each other as apparently they haven't seen each other in a long time. He pressed a button to speak.
"It's L." he spoke, "Looks like everybody is here. Well then, I'd like to tell you the details of this case."
One of the more frivolous of the group replied: "Sure, sure, go ahead."
A more serious one tried to keep him on track: "Matsuda, get serious."
This is when a screen close to the chocolat-eating one bleeped. He looked at the screen, to see that he received a new message. He opened it, quickly read it, then turned to the one that called himself L.
"This is interesting." he said.
L didn't look at him, but he did turn back to the men on the screen: "Hold on one moment."
This was when the chocolat-eating person knew that L was listening: "I just received a message from Hazmat. He said he was asked to analyse a weird canister that some friends of his gave him."
"And that canister contained the PNRX we've been tracking for months?" the one with the toys asked.
"Judging from his report, yes." he answered.
"Who exactly are these friends of his, Mello?" L asked.
"He says they're vampire-hunters." the chocolat eating one, Mello, responded.
"Makes sense someone in that business would want to make use of that drug." the one with the toys deduced.
"So it's safe to say he may be looking for a refill." L thought out loud, "But with this syndicate, you don't just buy the drug from even your every day drugdealer. You have to know the right people to contact and how to contact them. So much so that this vampire-hunter is bound to stick out."
"So we find him, and we may find this syndicate sooner than we planned?" Mello asked.
"Seems logical." L responded, after which he addressed the one with the toys, "Near, contact your inside man."
This is when this Near's screen bleeped as well. He turned to look, as he too had received a message. He quickly read the message, upon which he addressed the other two: "I don't have to anymore. He's telling us a meeting will take place in Calisota."
"Does it involve the brain behind it all?" L asked.
"No." Near answered, "It's just a drug deal. However, the ones providing it are known to switch sides whenever it suits them best. If we can convince them to work for us, we'd have more men on the inside."
"And have far greater odds of success." Mello deduced.
"The task-force won't like having to go to Calisota immediately after returning to Japan." L said.
Mello shrugged: "They should be used to strange requests from you two by now."
With this, L turned back to his screen, pressed the button with which he addressed the same five men from earlier: "I just got some new info. Based on that, I want you all to go to Calisota."
"What?" one of them shouted, "But we only just got here!"
"We either do this, or risk letting this one slip through our fingers." L told him.