Operation Code 11-1100

Watching paint dry on a camper in a serviced campsite was more interesting than his current mission. If you could even call it a mission, Dragon decided as he watched the detective and oaf make fools of themselves in front of the two girls on the bench. They seemed to have forgotten that Underworld knew nothing of this mission and probably would punish them later for stepping out of line. That was only if Demon World didn't notice what they were doing first. If Demon World caught even the smallest hint of what they were doing, they would lean on the government and funding for Underworld would be reduced. Again.

At least he assumed that the funding had been reduced at least once. Why else would they be hiring troubled teenagers to take down not one but two multi-billion companies instead of grown men trained in espionage? Especially when they were taking the most troublesome of the troubled teens. 45 and Spirit were punks who would have been headed for the slammer by the time they were thirty. In fact if 45 hadn't jumped in front of that car, they'd probably still be heading there. Fox was a nutcase with a dangerous personality and him? He was probably ranked somewhere with 45 and Spirit. If Demon World and the Black Book Club kept leaning soon they wouldn't be able to take teens either. Eventually Underworld would be disbanded. Dragon would then end up on the streets again. Fighting for his life every day, with no contacts, no source of income, and no leads to the whereabouts of his sister. And then the club would make him vanish. One less fire rat for the city to worry about. The other boys would be harder but within a few months they would be gone and the companies would have no one to stand in their way.

That is why they had to keep as low a profile as possible and not do anything that would make them memorable to the employees of Demon World. Unfortunately, his teammates hasn't even began to think about that before they approached the girls. What did he do to desire this fate? Oh right. He was born. A forbidden child. Although what was so forbidden about a European and a Asian having a child together was beyond him.

Dragon closed his eyes in an attempt to block the thoughts they were coursing through his head. So what if he was forbidden? He was one step closer to finding his sister as long as Fox played his part and the two idiots didn't tip of the companies. And if they screwed up he would go his own way as he had time after time before.

Spirit was now making so much of a fool of himself that Dragon felt embarrassed just watching him. He was gushing about love to the girl with the unusual hair colour as he introduced himself. To make matters worse the fool had used his real name. Did he have no sense of self-preservation!

Thankfully 45 chewed him out for announcing that he was: "Kazuma Kuwabara, the champion of love." Also thankfully, 45 did it in such a way that the two girls did not realize what they really were. This left Dragon to continue the real unofficial mission of watching Fox's back. Although why Fox needed backup for a simple date was beyond Dragon. It wasn't like the girl was going to stab him in the back in board daylight or that he needed coaching. He was the only one out of the boys who had any idea what to say to girls as proven by Idiot A and Idiot B dealing with the two girls on the bench. Speaking of which. Dragon glanced over. Still talking although the girls had yet to say anything.

Dragon rolled his eyes. If they were hoping the silent treatment would get rid of the boys, they were sadly mistaken. If there was one thing the boys did not understand (besides school) it was hints. You could hit them over the head with the hint written in stone and it wouldn't faze them. (For Spirit he meant this figuratively. For 45, literately. That boy had one thick skull.)

The girl with the odd coloured hair giggled at Spirit's shenanigans while the girl with tattoos watched 45. Eventually she opened her mouth.

"So if he's Kuwabara, defender of love, who are you?" she asked.

Dragon felt now was a good time to cut in before they gave away anymore classified information.

"Pork-chop. B-Devil."

45 smiled and waved to the girls as he dragged Spirit away by his collar. "Gotta go," he said.

Once they were out of sight, 45 sighed. "Thanks for the save."

"You wouldn't have needed saving if you had stuck to the plan," Dragon replied. "What were you thinking?"

45 shrugged. "Well I was thinking it would be a good idea to distract the other employees in case they tried to assassinate Fox."

"Assassinate who?"

All three boys jumped at the sudden female voice. Dragon quickly turned around and spotted the speaker. Dressed in a blue sailor school uniform was a girl with blue hair and pink eyes. Shinigami.

"Hello boys," she said with a chipper British accent. "You really need to work on your skills detecting people. I would have killed Dragon and you wouldn't know until it was too late."

Dragon glared at the girl. If he hadn't been distracted by the two idiots, he would have noticed her presence. "What do you want?"

The girl smiled. "To give you another mission of course. What else does a Messenger of Death meet with her team?"

45 rolled his eyes. "When she wants to go to the karaoke bars and her boyfriend, our boss, says no."

Shinigami glared at him. "Well that's a fine thing to say to the girl who is giving you mission #345."

She might as well have dropped a bomb or stabbed him. The group was silent. Spirit's and 45's jaws were on the ground and their eyes were wide as dinner plates. If Fox had been there he probably would have lost that calm face of his and shown his surprise with wide eyes. Dragon stared at the girl as if she had just announced she was in love with him. Mission #345? It was theirs? Seriously? It couldn't be. But she had the envelope in her hands and on it was written "kid." Dragon felt a smirk come to his face. It was theirs. They had their mission.