The Not-so-Secret Agent and His Subordinates
As a kid, Law learned that the sun was a hot ball of gas and plasma and played an important function in human lives. It warmed the seas, triggered processes in the atmosphere, weather patterns and of course, assisted photosynthesis in plants, which gave humans oxygen and food. Really, one cannot simply shrug the importance of the sun. But what Trafalgar Law couldn't understand was why his teachers nor the astronomers that were bragging their accomplishments in live television forgot to include the most important fact: the sun was a big fucking jerk.
On a typical workday morning, like every normal person, Law would bask in the sun's warmth in a dewy early spring morning and sniff the sweet scent filling the air that made one imagine of happy thoughts, sunshine, softness, and everything nice. But not today, Law was dead set on calling the sun a condescending asshole. Basically, the goddamn fiery ball of light was a million miles away from Law and his comfortable king size bed but it suddenly decided to shot a harbinger of evil beam directly in his eye. Law didn't mind it stare down at him for twelve fucking hours a day but nuh uh Mr. Sun, shooting fucking light beams on Law's eyes snapped the man's self-restraint.
The tattooed man knew it was mocking him, like 'Oh I see you're getting enough sleep, why don't we do something about it, hmm? Oh, you don't like my greeting and want me to die? Don't worry when I die I'm taking you with me'. Groaning and focused on giving the sun a piece of his mind, Law flung his legs over the side of the bed and stomped his way to his window and flung it open. He tried to glare but in the end, settled for a squint and flipped his finger at the sun. "Fuck you too Mr. Sun!"
Law stared at the birds perched outside his window and narrowed his eyes, he thought they were judging him and did Law mention that those bastards were noisy as fuck? Law laughed at the idea that people find birdsongs sweet, cute, peaceful but Ha! How wrong they were. Those bloody feathered creatures were showing off to get laid. Yes, those oh so sweet sounds were booty calls. Those things were loudly tweeting trying to attract mates to procreate and give life to more obnoxious birds that would soon claim Law's window as their turf.
A nerve twitched on Law's forehead as he mumbled to himself and intensified his glare by fifty percent as if it would make the birds combust or some shit. In the back of his head, his traitor of a brain clearly said 'You're just jealous you haven't been getting any.' Well, ain't that just peachy he thought. It was not Law's fault that he had been busy, that he didn't have time to mingle and find himself a shag. He was a working man for fuck sake.
Being an agent for the World Government didn't really give him time to fool around with both men and women, he didn't mind which really, he swings both ways. There was constant danger and the citizens needed someone to make them feel safe and... Law, Law loved his job. As a member of the major workforce, he had an important role to fulfill and Law was damned set on playing that role. Though most of his job was behind the scenes, from forensics to applied technology and supporting other branches of the WG, that didn't mean he had to work half-assed. Thus, no sex life. Law rolled his eyes, he didn't need that or maybe he was just in denial. Law grunted, closing the windows before an episode of angry birds became a live action.
The agent stopped himself from having weird thoughts about his sex life before it drove him to a mental breakdown. He walked to his antique white-coated wooden closet and grabbed his uniform - black suit - and stumbled towards the bathroom. Normally, he would've stayed longer in bed but then again, asshole sun, horny stupid birds and not just that, he had an audience with the head of the WG. It was weird for them not to explain the details when Law received a memo but it was known that the heads of WG were crazy old weirdos especially the Chief of Staff.
He paused halfway to the bathroom directly facing a rectangular mirror hanging on the wall. 'Look like shit' couldn't even describe the image he saw in the mirror. The dark circles under his striking gray eyes - well they were blood-shot at the moment cause fuck the sun - was the size of the fucking Grandline. He wouldn't be surprised if someone called a mortuary to inform them that a body had escaped from one of their cold chambers if they saw Law. He ran his tattooed fingers over his messy blue-black mop of hair and spun around heading straight to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, he took a quick glance in the mirror before heading downstairs with his black suit looking neat and polished. Law walked over to the fridge and prayed that a miracle of miracles would happen as he opened it slowly, gray eyes peeking at the gap. He groaned. All empty. Not a sign of food, not even a single piece of pickle. What did he expect actually, it didn't come as a surprise, Law had not been exactly staying home for the past days because of his workload and if he did, he would stay in his office's premises until the wee hours of the night.
Staring at the empty fridge, the subject of having a love life popped out again. Law could imagine someone doing groceries for him and fill this dark void called fridge, he would wake up in the morning with the sweet scent of coffee, bacon, and eggs. Someone would greet him 'good morning' with a very loud obnoxious happy voice and shower him with kisses and Law would act grumpy but the other person would just look at him with the biggest and brightest smile in the world and drag his sorry sleepy ass to the kitchen cause that person would think that food makes everything better. The 26-year-old man nodded at the thought. "That doesn't sound bad," he muttered as he closed the door of his fridge and decided he better get his ass to work and get a cup of coffee in his office.
The traffic was light and the drive to work only took Law 20 minutes, his apartment was not that far from the World Government Head Quarters. Gripping the steering wheel tightly he drove slowly to his designated parking space with the sign "TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW - HEAD OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY DIVISION. He was glad he didn't have to look around for a free space, perks of being a high ranked agent he thought.
Law slipped out the door of his car and headed straight to the building and entered through the automatic sliding door. He pressed his thumb into the biometric fingerprint scanner and nodded at the guards stationed at the door. Law had a few exchanged greetings from his colleagues as he beelined to the cafeteria for coffee. Carefully clutching the cup with both hands, he indulged himself, the dark hot liquid seeped to his core as he walked to his boss' office. Reaching his destination, he threw the empty cup in a bin placed along the hall like a professional basketball player.
Law paused in front of the door, fixed his black tie and tugged on the hem of his suit jacket. He knocked and as soon as Law opened the door, a loud burst of laughter rang through the room. A tear streaked gray-haired man with rice crackers flying out of his mouth looked at a man behind a desk who seemed to have a bad mood. Sengoku -the Head of the World Government- the other gray-haired man behind the desk, facepalmed and sighed. He leaned forward and rubbed his chin, his gaze landed on Law. Sengoku motioned to the couch in front of his desk and Law obliged. Law was now sitting beside the ever-rambunctious Chief of Staff of the World Government, Monkey D. Garp.
"Oh, Trafalgar! Want some crackers?" Garp said offering him a piece of cracker, his broad shoulders clad in black shaking with mirth. Law politely declined saying he had his fill of coffee and the older man seemed happier to be able to keep the crackers all to himself.
"Stop bothering the man, Garp," Sengoku warned Garp sharply, shooting the man an exasperated glance. Law pitied his boss, it must be hard dealing with the security of the world and a madman simultaneously. Law wondered how on earth was the rice cracker-eating man sitting on the second highest position in the World Government. Though Law's colleagues did warn him about the dangers of the man, the stories of the recruits who barely made it into the WG because of his unusual ways of training. Law would have loved to see how the man did it, too bad he didn't have the chance to experience the training.
"Why are you even here Garp? Go back to your office!" Sengoku bellowed rubbing his temples which just made the other man laugh louder. Law thought Sengoku's hair must have turned white because of Garp's antics.
Sengoku sighed. "Trafalgar, you must be confused about the memo." Law nodded. "You'll be transferred to another division." Law tilted his head. Did he just hear that right? Transferred? "Excuse me, sir, but-" Law got cut off by the loud man sitting beside him.
"We decided that you take over a case in the Intelligence Division, Trafalgar," Garp said sounding serious and looking straight at Law's gray eyes. Okay, that was weird, Garp and Serious should not exist in one sentence unless the world may be on the verge of destruction.
"Sorry sir but I'm not qualified to transfer to that division. I solely fit in the science division, I'm a doctor after all. I deal better with forensics and analyzing data gathered from crime scenes." Law explained politely looking at the two older men.
"Oh pfft" Garp 'patted' his shoulder. A pat that could dislocate someone's shoulder. "We know your background son, it's not like its a damn secret either. Just think of this as a promotion, Trafalgar."
"We wouldn't transfer you if we didn't know that you're more than capable of taking over the case. The previous team is slowly addressing the issue but they aren't making the progress we would like. We've been following this for three goddamn years. We don't want it to be a cold case... You're an intelligent man, Trafalgar, you perfectly fit the bill." Sengoku added. Law internally sighed. "But why so sudden?"
"About that.." Sengoku glared with contempt at Garp who was snickering with derision... " Only specific agents were involved in this case... due to- reasons. They were specifically ordered to keep the investigation private... to... Let's just say to avoid mass hysteria. " Sengoku sighed looking older by the minute as he tried to explain the circumstances of Law's new assignment. "But since I'm tasking you to lead and collaborate with a team.. it should be proper for you to know the full details-"
"Cut the crap Sengoku. There's no mass hysteria, the civilians don't even have a single idea that its happening. Don't make it sound like, he's planning to nuke the capital." Garp snapped at the man sitting behind the desk. Bringing back his attention to Law, Garp paused for several seconds before he heaved a sigh of defeat. "You will catch my grandson, Trafalgar."
"Huh? That doesn't really explain anything, sir." Law sighed inwardly and rubbed his head as though the whole idea gave him a headache because it really did. The tattooed man did not have any idea what his superiors were talking about.
"You see...that bastard's grandson" Sengoku pointed Garp "had been uncovering long-lost treasures which were thought to be mere legends and giving them to the World Government-
"Pardon me, but isn't that good? I don't see the point of arresting someone with that record." Law cut off Sengoku.
"Let me finish, Trafalgar..."Sengoku said with a commanding voice and Law bowed, politely apologizing for his sudden interruption. " Like I said ...he had been giving them to us, the WG, but... it doesn't come without property damage and loss of resources. He smuggled a lethal weapon from a high-security World Government facility just to prove his point and trade it for an intel. He does not pose danger to civilians but his means of getting information does not abide by the principle of legality, which is vital in our world, Trafalgar. The team he associated himself with aren't what we call law-abiding people."
Sengoku pulled out a brown folder from his desk drawer. He frowned down at the files as he placed it on the expanse of his desk. He waved his hand and motioned Law to pick up the folder. As Law was taking the file, Sengoku added "The subject might be connected to Cipher Pol, an underground organization that is involved in mass production of lethal weapons, trafficking, manufacture, and selling of illegal drugs, murders and larceny/theft. We believe they are working together-"
"Have you forgotten what they've done to the kid, Sengoku?!" Garp bellowed, his face turned red with hot anger walking briskly towards Sengoku's desk and pointing at the man. "You must be out of your mind.. to think for even a split second that he works for them!" A sound boomed and echoed through the room as Garp slammed his fist on Sengoku's desk.
Law observed the interaction between his superiors. He had never seen Garp act like this before. The man was always smiling or messing with new recruits. Sengoku sighed and tried to talk calm the chief of staff. "I know Garp...but according to the reports, he was seen with them two years ago. The latest intel that the previous team gathered clearly stated that he had been in contact with them. We don't know the reason for that... either he works for them or working against them. Let's just hope its the latter. All I know is that brat is a pain in the ass and needs to be stopped... We want him alive. He might be a great asset for the WG."
Garp stomped back to the couch and grunted as he sat. He did not believe that his grandson of all people would work under the people who killed his parents... His son. It was tragic. The brat might be an idiot sometimes but he would never do something as stupid as what Sengoku was trying to say. Garp let out a heavy sigh. If only he could see the kid, it had been three years. Garp missed the kid, though not that he will admit it loud. The brat's head would just get bigger and bigger. Garp still had a lot to instill in the brat's stupid mind.
"If we need information, wouldn't Sir Garp be the best source of intel? It's his grandson after all." Law said as he scanned the papers inside the folder. The first thing he saw was a big toothy grin, a scar below his left eye and big black eyes that screamed innocence. The man looked young for his age, he had a carefree air, he did not look like a man that would commit crimes or more like offenses against the WG. Law scanned the details below the photo, his eye widened and his jaw almost hit the ground "Holy shit," he muttered. No wonder the superiors were wary about the guy, the man's deranged.
Garp clicked his tongue. "I haven't seen him in three years. I'll skin that brat alive if I get to see him again..." he paused "I can't say I'm not proud of all the bullshit he's done though. Hahahaha!"
"Whose side are you in actually Garp?! This is happening because you couldn't control your grandson!" Sengoku retorted flailing his hands in exasperation. He was already dealing with one crazy Monkey and adding another one was no longer covered in his paycheck. Rubbing his temples from the headache known as the Monkey's, Sengoku diverted his attention to the young agent.
"Trafalgar, we hand-picked the best agents we have for your team. Make sure to meet them in your new office. You're dismissed."
Law bowed to his two superiors, the two men were still arguing with each other after he left the room. Their loud voices rang through the busy hallways of the building. Seemed like the agents and officers working near their office were now immune to the ruckus inside the boss' room. Law scanned the folder he was holding once more, he'd read the entire report once he reached his new office. But first, he needed to move his things which were a pain in the ass. Law closed the folder and beelined to the Science Division.
Law's former subordinates were crying their hearts out as they heard the sudden news of their leader's transfer. Law had to explain the details, well, of course, leaving the confidential ones. Even if they all work under the World Government, each division still kept private files from their own investigations unless a certain case was connected to another division's case then they could share information.
Law grabbed a box full of his personal stuff -his beloved polar bear themed mug, binders, pen and pencils and old case files that were somewhat relevant to his new case. The tattoed man bid his former staff goodbye before they clung to his legs to stop him from moving out of the department. Law lifted the box and headed to his new office. He glanced at his old office where he spent for years of his working life, feeling nostalgic.
Law was quite impressed when his superior's secretary told him that they would be using a newly built facility with state of the art technology. The higher ups only told him that his office would be new, but not entirely one whole building. That spoke volumes about how important this case was. Law had to step up and catch this Monkey D. Luffy.
A month had passed since Trafalgar Law moved into his new office. It also had been almost a month since he didn't get a headache dealing with the bullshit that he calls subordinates. When he looked back at his conversation with his superiors a month ago, Law thought they would give him the most elite agents working under the World Government with good working habits considering the case was goddamn important. S class some may call it.
Well, to be honest, Law salutes his colleagues' skills. They were indeed top notch in both their work and giving him headaches and problems but mostly they were experts on the latter. The tattooed man looked like he came back from hell, his hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were as dark as the coffee he was sipping to control himself from shooting the idiots running about in his office.
The poor agent hadn't slept properly and even lost some weight, they were all focused on cracking the case. The chances of him having a love life were at 0 percent by now. Guess he'll die alone then. He recalled the naive Trafalgar Law who was so goddamn eager to take on the case and meet his new subordinates. Immediately after Law entered the room, he regretted why he accepted the job without having to look at his new staff's credentials. "Wait..is that why Sengoku nor Garp didn't give the files to me?" he muttered to himself. Lately, he noticed he had been talking to himself cause that was the only proper conversation he would ever get into this hell hole where three hell spawns dwell .
Law was so close to conducting lobotomy on his staff. At least one of them was actually not as irritating as the other three. Bepo, a fluffy albino man, his cartographer, and navigator was the only tolerable one. The only downside he had was some serious issue of apologizing even if something that happened wasn't his fault. It didn't irritate Law, Bepo was a skillful man and Law acknowledged his intelligence, the problem came from the other two hell spawns- namely Sachi and Penguin. The I.T dudes. The bastards who were tasked to find any loose ends on the Straw Hat's side like traced phone calls, security camera footage in areas the straw hats were seen, etc.
Law couldn't remember when the fuck did he say that the office served as a night club. Who brings girls in their workplace to fuck really? Law wanted to fire the bastards but his superiors actually believed in their skills and Law was the one who had to deal with their bullshit on a daily basis. The world was such a strange and unfair place, Law pondered.
He tried to play the patience card but they started nagging and forcing Law to 'go out and enjoy a night life' since they thought Law acted stuck up cause he hadn't gotten laid for months. If people would stop pointing out that Law didn't have a sex life, that would be nice he thought. Apparently, they were not only experts in their respective fields but they had a Ph.D on Law's life too. How... nice... Goddamnit, they were investigators, World Government agents and not some horny teenagers who would go to clubs and rub their dicks on any girls ass they come across with.
Then there came the last member. Law didn't know whether the man was on his side or the straw hats. Law now fully understood how Sengoku felt towards Garp, as the man was openly proud of the subject of Law's assigned case. The first time Law stepped into his office, the view that seared into his gray eyes were goddamn enlarged photos of every member of the Straw Hats. Like goddamnit! He didn't even see a single sign of the 'high-technology' facility that Sengoku's secretary bragged about. Law sighed. He needed to control his mouth, he had been cursing for the umpteenth time recalling past events. The tattooed man was just frustrated to the point where his mouth gained autonomy and spew profanities and whatnot on its own.
Law hummed, what page did he stop with his litany of complaints. Ah yes... When Law arrived at his office, the faces of the straw hats were plastered on the wall and served as the wallpaper of their office. Fucking Bartolomeo, their man on the field, a green-haired idiot with nose rings that the superiors tasked to spy and blend in crowds. Did they get blinded by his bright green hair and forgot that the man did actually have green fucking hair? He was so fucking obvious they might as well hang a sign on his neck that says 'Hey I'm taking pictures of you. Smile~'
Law thought that word the 'stalker' fit Barto rather than a spy, Law even bets his salary for three months that the man would love the title cause Barto was, in fact, a goddamn stalker and for fuck sake, the man praises the Straw Hats like gods and deities. He was absolutely undeniably obsessed to the extreme point where to call it an 'obsession' was the fucking understatement of the year. The guy had borderline pathological disorder of delusion. He goddamn needed help.
But today...today he wanted to kiss Bartolomeo until he suffocates and dies as Law opened the brown enveloped that Barto placed on Law's desk. After a month of nothing - there laid on his desk a photo of the man that had been plaguing Law's dreams. Monkey D. Fucking Luffy. The infamous leader of the Straw Hats.
"Where did you get these?" Law asked as he examined the photos on his desk. Straw Hat Luffy looking awfully distraught as he stared at a meat store, drool marred the side of his lips. The man was with a curly haired guy known as Usopp, their tech-guy according to Law's files. Law thought Straw Hat Luffy was cute, he did appreciate all things adorable. Law may look menacing, stoic but damn he had a good heart and a taste for cute young men. Law internally slapped himself, that sounded bad, he wouldn't really want himself to get labeled as a pedophile. Gods no.
"Goa International Airport boss. I've been waiting there for days, according to my informants, they saw at least three members of the Straw Hats. They tried to follow them but they just vanished. Their driver was impeccable! Vanishing just like Poof!" An immense amount of admiration visible in his sparkling eyes as he animatedly explained what happened.
"Bring these to Sachi and Penguin, let them check every passenger that arrived at that airport. I want the results in an hour." The green hair man nodded eyes focused on the photos spread on Law' desk. "And tell Bepo to give me the latest copy of the map of Goa, I want a complete map. From alleys, abandoned warehouses -everything." Law instructed the man in front of him who was drooling over the pictures. Barto immediately picked up the photos in the most delicate way as if they might break or burst into flames if he accidentally folded the edges of the photos. Law started sorting out the files on his table. After one month, finally. A lead. The tattooed man leaned on his chair and sighed. He rubbed the dark bags under his eyes. He could finally sleep.
Just as he was contemplating on his next actions, there was a buzz on the door. Law thought he saw The Flash but got disappointed when it was just Sachi running to the door, the guy just wanted to slack off and leave Penguin to deal with Law's requests. Goddamn Sachi. Law could see the disappointment in Sachi's face and Law knew full well why for a pink-haired man entered the room and walked towards Law's desk.
The pink-haired man, named Coby, as Law could his name on the I.D hanging around his neck stood in front of his desk. "Good day sir. Sir Sengoku and Sir Garp want to see you." Law's dark eyebrows arched. Well, ain't that a surprise, he had not seen the old men for a month now. More like they were avoiding Law and his formal complaints about his staff.
Law left his office and got escorted by the young agent to a conference room used for case briefings .Coby politely asked Law to wait outside as he entered the room, after a couple of minutes the man opened the door. "Sir, please come in." Law followed suit and there they were in all their glory, Law superiors, Garp and Sengoku with his goat... Why was there a goat? And why did they look like they were having a picnic in the middle of the room? Law just shook his head, the more he tried to understand the current view, the more his brain cells died in an alarming rate.
"Sit Trafalgar," Sengoku said. Law eagerly sat. "How's your investigation going?"
"We recently acquired photos of the straw hats arriving in Goa, Sir. My team is now working on tracing their whereabouts."
Both older men nodded and hummed. "I received a personal letter from my idiot grandson." Garp said sipping his tea. A paper plane was sent flying to Law's spot. The agent furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the two older men. Just what the fuck was he supposed to do with a paper plane? Throw it back? Was he the only sane person in this organization? Law thought the world was doomed if those old bastards were really the ones who were keeping the civilians safe.
Garp motioned Law to read it. The tattoed man unfolded the paper plane and all Law could see were scribbles. Was Law supposed to read it? Because he couldn't. He wasn't even sure if the scribbles were actually letters of the alphabet, they seemed more of the ancient letters or just plain chicken scratch. He squinted his eyes... He tried to flip the paper... Still no...
"Am I supposed to read this?" The older man nodded. "I'm sorry but it's impossible." Garp started laughing. What the fuck was so funny? Law really didn't have time for this. If these old timers were just making fun of him, he'd seriously quit and fuck off. The last few weeks were the most stressful days of his life and he could feel his hair going white prematurely. In a few days he might look like these old bastards.
After a serious fit of laughing, Garp composed himself and cleared his throat. Sengoku didn't seem to mind and all his attention aimed on the goat. "It says ' I come in peace.'" Law tilted his head again. He had no idea what that meant. Why did it sound like an alien's message to earthlings?
"That's it?" Law asked.
"Yep." Garp deadpanned.
Law groaned internally and thought of puppies, polar bears and all things fluffy before he pulled every strand of his hair. "Sir no offense, but both of you called me here for this? I was planning my next approach sir, we have a lead. This letter does not make sense. We're wasting our time here."
Garp clicked his tongue looking annoyed and shook his head. "You don't understand Trafalgar" Law had to roll his eyes for that, he didn't care if the old man could see him. "It means, he will be coming to me Trafalgar. When, where, how, why? That's what we need to know right now. I stay in the WG building most of the times. I don't think he would settle for something lame like showing up in our house."
The statement seemed to have snapped Sengoku out of his fantasy world where he and his pet goat were frolicking in the meadows singing Mary Had a Little Lamb. "That's your can go now." Law, for the second time, had to roll his eyes, he had been doing that for the whole fucking month. He grabbed the letter, he might get a match with the penmanship. Not everybody writes like a fucking one-year-old after all.
Law was about to leave the hall when something popped in his mind. If the straw hats sent a letter then they must've had contact or something. Law could connect the address or interrogate the mailman. The post office should have a record of all the mails that are outbound or inbound to Raftel especially a letter for someone in the World Government. "Sir, how was this letter sent?"
"Carrier pigeon." Was what both men simultaneously answered.
Though the idea sounded absurd, Law actually thought it was ingenious. As far as Law knew, there was no pigeon post in Raftel. Law and his team could not track it if the straw hats trained the pigeon themselves which seemed to be the case since the pigeon was nowhere to be found. Either it flew off and went to mind his own business or these crazy old men ate the poor pigeon.
A week after the letter incident, Law and his team finally tracked where the two members of the straw hats came from before arriving in Goa. Law got the results from Sachi and Penguin's combined efforts after four days of checking every passenger of every flight that landed on Goa the day Barto received the pictures. For the two best tech-dudes of the WG to take four days to find one damn flight proved how discreet the straw hats handle their operations, how well-thought their plans were. This case was not easy but Law loved the challenge. It had been a while since someone piqued his interest this way.
"Monkey D. Luffy huh" he muttered as he reread the Straw Hat's personal informations and credentials. Law did not understand the contradicting records that the previous team handling the case compiled. In some incidents, there were no damages at all. To be specific only incidents that involved World Government properties came out with property damage. Were they mocking the WG? Were they trying to send a message? Law needed answers, there should be a reason behind all of it Law thought.
The only reliable information so far coming from the old files were the extent of the straw hats expertise in their fields. Law was puzzled how Straw Hat Luffy gathered the best of the best and why they opted to join the man. For example, the mercenary Roronoa Zoro. Law could feel a vibe that the man did not like to follow anyone but there he was, working under a man who was younger than him. What puzzled Law, even more, was the lack of substantial information on the group's leader. It seemed impossible that after three years, the only record they had was his full name, a picture, age - all basic information- and the fact that he was the grandson of Monkey d. Garp. Law had to dig on that.
Law and Bepo scrutinized Goa's map and plot out possible places that the Straw Hats base could be located. Sanchi and Penguin continued tracing previous flights that the straw hats were in, Law thought there should be a pattern, a connection to every destination. Law tapped the map with his tattooed fingers, it was already full of red pins and strings. Law shook his head they needed more information, they couldn't possibly inspect every 'pin', that will take too much manpower.
Law sighed and turned his head to a gawking Barto on the corner of the office, he expected the man to put altars and place offerings on the straw hats' photos soon. The cryptic letter they received a couple days ago was now added to his 'collection', they never really got anything from that aside from the fact that Monkey D. Luffy had the shittiest penmanship Law had ever seen. To think that Garp came up with the conclusion that his grandson would give them a 'visit' just from that random note was weird and probably the old man had look in too much into the letter. On the other hand, Sengoku still heightened their security much to Garp's disappointment since apparently, the man wanted to 'bond' with his grandson.
Bepo stared at his boss, the guy had been investing too much of his time with the case. The fluffy man was worried about him, he needed a break. It only had been one month or so but the guy lost a lot of weight. Feeling concerned for his boss' well-being the navigator took a deep breath and spoke out his concern, Bepo would feel better if their boss had a good mood when working. It was hard for him to act normally when someone in the room was like a hungry wild beast, snarling at everyone and looked like he might rip out their throats. "Boss, are you going to the gala for promoted agents?" Bepo thought it probably was a bad idea when he got the attention of Sachi and Penguin and the duo started making their way to their boss' desk. Barto, on the other hand, was a lost cause stuck in his straw hat delusions, he needed an intervention.
"Yeah boss, why don't you join us huh? It'll be fun, there would be girls." Sachi leaned on the desk and winked at the tattooed man. Bepo thought either Sachi had balls of steel or plain stupid with no sense of danger.
"Why would there be girls Sachi? Please do tell, it's a damn officials-only event, exclusive for WG employees. I'd rather not waste my time attending pointless parties." His team really needed to prioritize their job Law thought.
"There he goes again, work work work. You need to refresh your mind boss, you know... socialize and leave this dump." Penguin said patting Law's shoulder but quickly removed his hand when the man growled. "Garp and Sengoku expect you to come, well damn, the party might as well be for you since you're the highest ranking promoted personnel."
Bepo didn't know that the day would come that he would actually agree with the two idiots. "That's right boss, you really need a breather. It almost seemed like you're morphing into him." Bepo pointed the green-haired fanatic bowing at the straw hats photos. Law narrowed his eyes and Bepo had to apologize. Law sighed, he hated how Bepo had to put it like that, he was not a fanatic nor was he referring to the straw hats as gods. He was just doing his job. The trio seemed to have ganged up and for Bepo to actually join the idiots, guess Law really need a breather.
Law ran his tattooed fingers through his hair, weighing down the possibilites and resigned with a sigh. "Alright. I'll go." They won't stop bugging him anyways and he could not focus on his work with all the noise.
"Yes!" the two idiots cheered, high-fiving each other. "We'll make sure that you're gonna have the best day of your life boss!" Law did not know how to feel about that. Oh well, guess he would just see. He could always hide their lifeless bodies effectively without a trace if Sachi and Penguin tried something stupid. Practicing dissecting humans seemed appealing to the tattooed man.
"Now scram before I slice you to pieces and feed you to my pet leopard." Law casually said without looking at the faces of the idiots, he already knew they were smirking since they made Law agree, it had seemed to boost their egos.
"What?! You have a leopard? Isn't that illegal? Who feeds the poor thing when you're all cooped up with work boss?!" Sachi exclaimed appalled at Law's statement. Bepo smacked his own face, just what the fuck was wrong with Sachi's brain.
"I think he just said that to make a point, Sachi. Now, be a good boy and follow me if you value your life." Penguin grabbed Sachi's collar, dragging the man to their work desk before Law could tear the guy to pieces and actually get a pet leopard just to eat Sachi's remains.