Papers were strewn about on the desk. The rustling of the papers was the only sound in the executive office. A lone woman sat in the chair, as she gathered a few sheets in her hands.

Her black eagle-eyed pupils examined the black ink on the white page. She started rustling through the scattered pages, and occasionally examined a sheet. With one hand, she held a few sheets, and with the other, she scavenged the scattered papers. She brought a few over to her hand that was holding a few pages. Page numbers sat on the bottom of the front sheet, while the Fenrir logo was beside it. The woman re-organized the pages in her hand by number; as she did, she read the front paper, while slightly curling her long raven colored hair with her finger.

God Eater Profile #00291312

General

Name: Drake Galios

Gender: Male

Age: 17 years old

Date of Birth: tentative-May 17 (Year is unknown; estimation from age is possibly born in 2054)

Height: 5 feet, 7 inches

Weight: 50 Kg

Blood type: O

Birthplace: UNKNOWN (Presumably the outer ghetto in the Italy branch, actual location is unknown)

Type/choice of weapon (type of gun, type of shield): New-type/short blade (assault gun, standard shield)

Class Rank: Lieutenant/ leader of the 1st unit in the Far East Branch

Sergeant of the defense team in the Italy Branch

Extra notes: Actual date of birth is unknown; the tentative date is the subject's recruitment on the Italian branch.

Pg. 1

Tsubaki switched the front sheet to the back of the stack, turning to the 2nd page.

Health Concerns/Family background

List of allergies, symptoms: Penicillin, causes rashes on the skin

Anti-bacterial soap or perfumed oils, causes skin to peel off and bleed

Father: UNKNOWN

Mother: UNKNOWN

Siblings/relatives: UNKNOWN

Heritage: (It is assumed that his heritage is Italian)

Pg. 2

"…" Appalled by the shortness at the 2nd page, Tsubaki frowned. What's the meaning of this? How is it that there is almost no data on Drake's personal background? She then turned to the next sheet.

Overall Biography

Early Childhood: It is said that Drake Galios has lived in the streets of the outer ghetto in Italy since birth. How this was lead to, is unidentified. His occupation before as a God Eater is indefinite; from the subject himself, he has mentioned that he was simply living in the streets of the outer ghetto, with no job whatsoever. Upon which region of the outer ghetto is not specified.

Recruitment: An analysis of the outer ghetto citizens was held on May 13 2069 in sector B42 for the search of new God Eaters. 22 people were selected for the test, and only Drake Galios became a match. After several test results, he was then later deemed as a new-type God Eater, and was later recruited 4 days later.

Accomplishments: During his time in Italy, the subject was recognized for eliminating Vajras. The aragami was well-known for its speed and electricity; however, during mission 'Final Hour ', where 4 Vajras destroyed part of the outer ghetto walls, the subject has eliminated all Vajras, all at once, on his own. Since then, other God Eaters have made use of his skills for any Vajra extermination missions, and occasional eradication of other large high-class aragami.

Due to his contributions on extermination missions, he was then promoted as sergeant of the defense team. His accomplishments have awarded the young God Eater to be transferred to the Far East Branch, by order of Director Von Schicksal.

(Drake Galios requested Director Von Schicksal to rank himself as rookie in the Far East Branch once transferred; though quite odd, the Director of the Far East Branch accepted Galios's application. It's said that the reason for the change of rank, is to better understand the Far East Branch's operations, and expand the sergeant's abilities and experience of fighting aragami.)

In the Far East Branch, Drake Galios is the first new-type God Eater to join the Far East Branch. His recruitment was on the same time as Kota Fujiki. As expected, Drake Galios's involvement has given great support for the branch.

He later took over Lindow Amamiya's position after he was deemed MIA in the 'Moon in the Welkin' mission. It was an unusual promotion since this was the first new-type leader of the Far East Branch. Contribution to Alisa Amiella's quick mental recovery and her return to duty has gained much acclaim by the higher ups who have high hopes.

Drake gained much recognition for taking a major role in preventing Director Schicksal from carrying out the Ark project, and remains trusted by the whole Far East Branch after transitioning to the new order under Acting Director, Paylor Sakaki. Remarkable growth has been seen since the former Director's order, and expectations remain high.

It is also mentioned that he contributed to the search and rescue of former 1st unit leader, Lindow Amamiya, who was thought to have been killed by the ex-director. This was the highly regarded as a humanitarian act and is recognized as actions of a role model God Eater. To note, Lindow Amamiya did not return as 1st unit leader, but currently works under Acting Director Sakaki as a ranger, and mainly serves a role as an instructor for new God Eater recruits.

Pg. 3

She ponderd at the 3rd page, gazing at the biography part. Tsubaki was about to search the mess of white sheets once more, only to be interrupted by the sound of a door hissing. As the door slid itself to the side, an old man entered the executive office. His slicked, dark silver hair appeared under the lights, while his dark auburn jacket hung over his shoulders. A part of his jacket covered his left arm that is in a sling.

"You won't find anything if you just glare at the papers." he said.

"Gen…What brings you here?"

The door closed itself, while Gen jabbed at it with his thumb. "All the youngsters down there are running around like a bunch of headless chickens. I thought I would come over here and find some clues, even if it's just a little. I don't blame them though, since Galios is pretty close with most of them."

"Indeed, especially Alisa." added Tsubaki. "Though she is calm now, I'm more concerned about her reaction once we find Drake."

"…"

"How is she so far?" asked Tsubaki.

"Whenever I walk around checking on the kids, I always see the young lass with a restless face. Right now, she and Fujiki are scouting his room." Gen glanced at the strewn papers on the desk, and spotted a few sheets in Tsubaki's hands. "Are you looking into Galios's profile?"

"Yes, I am. And yet, even I'm having difficulties as I search."

"Why's that?" he questioned.

"Director Shicksal doctored parts of Drake's profile. Because of that, I barely have anything that is factual about Drake." Tsubaki sighed dejectedly.

Gen approached the desk and held out his hand. "Mind if I see?"

Tsubaki gave the papers to Gen. As he examined it, and ruffles the papers, he says, "This profile is empty on his personal background."

"That's my first thought."

"Mission 'Final Hour', huh?"

"Do you know about it Gen? I've never heard of that mission till now." Gen might know, since he's the sole survivor of the first batch of God Eaters. Tsubaki thought to herself.

"….I do recall about the news mentioning a single God Eater in Italy wiping out multiple Vajras. The strange thing is that the media never revealed the God Eater's name; or the details of that accident."

"Did the Italian Branch cover the details of 'Final Hour'?" questioned Tsubaki.

"They might have." he answered." The director of the Italian Branch was constantly swarmed by the paparazzi, since none of the public's questions was answered." Gen handed the profile sheets back to Tsubaki, as she received it. "Since you're here, I should help out in recovering in Galios's profile."

"Are you not going to 'supervise' our younger God Eaters?" grinned Tsubaki.

"If by 'supervise' you mean support, then yes; I have already done my part just by telling them possible locations that might lead to Galios's current position. You, I haven't been giving much."

Tsubaki's grin dropped as she heard that. "If you don't look over the other God Eaters, they'll continue to be anxious on Drake's whereabouts. I can-"

"-handle myself?" he interrupted. Gen chuckled a little at that. "You said the same thing to me when you started out as a rookie. I remembered one time you lost your balance, because of the recoil when you first tried to shoot an ogretail."

"Gen, can you please not bring about my history?" she said gloomily. "Besides, that's all in the past; I'm not a rookie anymore."

Yeah, you're not anymore. All you kids change before I can even notice. Gen smiled as the thought crossed his head. "Well, putting that aside, I'm still going to help out in salvaging Galios's profiles."

Tsubaki stared at Gen for a few seconds. She then opened her mouth saying, "That stubbornness of yours hasn't changed one bit."

"Hey, I should be the one reminiscing, not the other way around."

Tsubaki smiled at that. Gen sighed and scratched his head. "Well, anyways, let's organize the papers." How many years has it been since I've done paperwork? I hate it when age takes away my youth.

"Kota, do you have the master-key card from Doctor Sakaki?" asked Alisa.

"Yeah, I got it right here." Kota waved a card with a Fenrir logo embedded on it. He then slid the card in front of the scanner beside the door. The scanner beeped, and the door slid itself open. The two young God Eaters entered the room, and glanced around their surroundings. The door slid itself again, closing the entrance.

"Man, makes me wonder how Drake keeps this place so clean, despite being so busy." whistled Kota.

"You could learn a lot from him you know." she scolded.

"Like you're one talk; I heard you're room's all messed up with clothes."

"At least I try to keep it clean. Besides, from what I hear, yours is much worse compared to mine."

"Wait, who told-oh…of course. Of course you would hear it from him."

"Let's not get side-tracked now. We need to find clues. I'll search the left side of the room, Kota you do the other side."

Kota nodded, and the two began searching Drake's room. Alisa opened a few cabinets underneath the sink, only finding a few bottles of cleaning agents. Nothing here. She thought. She closed the cabinets, and then pulled out a few drawers, finding utensils, and saucer plates. No good.

Meanwhile, Kota pulled out a drawer, located at the end of the bed. As he pulled it out, he only found clothing; t-shirts, sweaters and pants alike all neatly folded. Even his dresser is organized. He then closed the dresser, and pulled out the drawer next to it. Inside sat multiple pocket watches, and a black binder. Some had chains attached to the pocket watches, some did not. A few looked completely new, having scarce scratch marks on the bright or polished metal exterior, while others had a few rusted spots or colored dark metal bodies. Most were silver-colored, or grey, ranging from bright to darkest, dull to shiniest. "Whoa, what's this?" he said aloud.

Overhearing Kota, Alisa turned her head to Kota, and speaks, "Did you find something?"

Kota motioned his head at Alisa, gesturing her to come on over. As she approached it, she spotted the drawer filled with pocket watches and the black binder. Alisa picked up a new one from the drawer and examined it.

"Pocket watches? I didn't know Drake had these antiques."

"I guess Drake has an interest towards them." commented Kota.

As Alisa fiddled with the pocket watch, she pressed the top button, having the case flip open. There, the clock face revealed itself along with an intricate design on the face. The seconds hand continuously ticked, while the remaining two hands showed the current time; it said, '6:26'. Amazing…. She thought.

Kota took out another pocket watch, this time an older version, while pulling out the binder as well. The pocket watch he held in his hand was slightly rusted on the outside, while multiple scratch and blade marks accompanied the body. He compared the pocket watch in his hand, and the other in Alisa's hand. "Some of these are old due to wear and tear, while some of these look brand new." Kota then pressed the top button, and the case flipped itself open. As he examined the inside, the glass on the watch's face was cracked, and beneath the hands, the time was completely different. The seconds hand didn't move. Kota moved the pocket watch closer to his ear, trying to hear the ticking of the watch. No ticking sound reached his eardrums.

"I guess this one's broken." he pointed out.

Alisa looked over the large majority of the pocket watches. "So a few of these pocket watches are functional and a few these are not." Alisa then turned her head to the binder in Kota's other hand. "What's that binder, Kota?" she pointed.

Kota brought the binder closer, and opened it. The two examine its insides as they flipped each page. There, they found sketches and cross diagrams of different pocket watches. Details of their individual specificity were written, explanations of almost every part in the pocket watch's anatomy were explained, even right down to their brand's history. Disadvantages and advantages were listed; functionality and performance of each pocket watch are even tested and recorded!

Kota dropped his jaw, stunned, not by the hand-drawn pictures, but by the incredible amount of detail each paper held. "H-holy cow…this binder's practically an encyclopedia of pocket watches. I take back what I said. He's not interested in pocket watches; he's obsessed with it."

Incredible; looking at this binder, Drake must've been recording these for years. Alisa then turned to the next page, only finding a lone pocket taped to the backside. She spotted a folded paper, tucked neatly in the pocket itself. Curious, Alisa pulled out the bent paper and un-folded it. There, a picture of a woman and man appeared.

The two stood on a large stage, having only the stage lights shine down on them. The woman's long dark brown hair rested on her shoulders, and her pale blue orbs painted her smiling face, as she wore a black and red dress. She held hands with the man beside her, whom looked older than her. The man wore black dress pants and shoes, complimented with a black vest and white dress shirt. His dark blue tie was tucked neatly in his buttoned black vest, visible to all those who see it.

The man had black hair with dark brown highlights and that was messily slicked back, while his red eagle-looking eyes showed themselves. He also bore black facial hair, grown into a square goatee.

"Who are these people?" mumbled Kota.

Alisa's eyes perked as she spotted a timestamp on the bottom right corner of the picture. "Kota, look at this!" She pointed her finger to the timestamp, as Kota eyes followed them.

'03/26/1999 18:32'

"Uh, what about it Alisa?"

"You still don't get it? The timestamp is dated in 1999, meaning this photo is at least 72 years old! What's more, this is the era before the aragami appeared." explained Alisa.

"Okay, that's got to be the craziest thing I have ever seen." Kota placed the binder on the shelf. "Can I see that Alisa?" As Alisa handed the photo to Kota, he took a quick glance at the snapshot. He moved his vision to Alisa, taking a quick a look, then back to the photo. He did it again, and again, and again.

Wondering what the young man was comparing, Alisa spoke up, asking, "What are you doing?"

Kota pointed his finger on the woman. "This girl here looks almost exactly like you, Alisa."

Taken aback by Kota's words, Alisa instinctively examined the photo. "She…does?"

"Yeah, see? You two almost look like twins. Same eye color, face, and hairstyle; though the only difference is that you two have different hair colors."

"…" Now that I look at her, this girl does look like me.

"Is she a distant relative or something?"

Alisa shook her head. "No, or at least, I don't ever recall seeing pictures or talking about this woman in my family background."

Kota then glanced over at the fellow beside the woman. He continued eyeing daggers at the chap's face, while Alisa did the same as well. She then took notice of the man's face. "Doesn't this man here look like Drake?" she questioned.

"You mean this old guy here? I can't even tell because of his facial hair." Kota gave a questioned look.

"But look at his eyes Kota; this man here has the same red eyes like Drake. He might be a distant relative of him." clarified Alisa.

Kota folded the photo in his hand. "Well, let's take the shoot, binder and just these two pocket watches. Maybe then, we might uncover more things."

"Kota, wait."

"Yeah?"

Alisa pointed at the photograph. "There's something written on the back of that picture."

Kota flipped the picture, examining its back.

USERNAME: 11TH HOUR

PASSWORD: LAST CHANCE

"What's this? Some sort of login note?" he pondered.

Alisa took a quick scan at the scribbled note. She then turned her attention to the terminal. "Maybe this username and password are for the terminal. The question is, what, exactly…" Alisa walked over to the terminal, while Kota followed pursuit. There, they enter NORN.

As the two young God Eaters entered the terminal, a screenshot appeared on the screen. The screenshot showed the first unit, bunched up together, smiling. Kota and Soma had their heads locked by Drake's arms, while Drake gave a proud smile. Despite having their heads trapped by Drake, Soma and Kota still smiled in the screenshot. Alisa, Lindow and Sakuya stood behind the three.

Alisa and Kota felt a tiny twinge as they saw the screenshot. She then typed at the keyboard with her free hand.

"Let's…*sigh* Like I said, let's… let's not get sidetracked." Alisa's lips trembled as she spoke.

"Y-yeah…" Kota grimly responded.

Alisa and Kota searched the terminal, only finding the database, item and equipment deals, and personal e-mails from the other God Eaters. They continued searching in the terminal, and as time passed, the search became empty, finding no new leads.

"Aw, man!" groaned Kota.

No login request on anything here. Thought Alisa.

"Now what?"

Alisa rested her hand on the bar that's attached to the terminal. As her fingers grip the underside, she felt a small object sticking out. As she fingered it, Alisa crouched at the bar beside her, and looked under. There, she spotted a small black chip that was taped to the underside.

"What is it Alisa?" asked Kota.

"There's something taped here." Alisa peeled the tape off the black chip. She pulled it out and examined it in her gloved palm.

Kota squinted at her hand, and slowly spotted the chip on her black glove. "What's that?"

Alisa picked up the chip with her finger, and turned it. A familiar golden wolf logo with a tusk was printed on it. "This chip is a property of Fenrir."

"Try inserting it in the terminal."

Alisa inserted the chip into a slot on the keyboard. They stared at the screen as the terminal began to read the chip.

PROCESSING… PROCESSING…. ACCESS DENIED. PLEASE INSERT ARMLET AND LOG IN PASSWORD.

"Dang it," cursed Kota. "We'll have to get Drake's armlet from doc, huh?"

"You go get the armlet from Doctor Sakaki. I'll continue searching here while I'm waiting for you."

"Got it." Kota left the room, having Alisa by herself.

Alisa examined the pocket watch that was still in her hand. She then heard a loud bumping noise outside the door, making her jump a little. Alisa stared at the door wondering what the cause of the noise was. What was that? She walked over to the door and opened it. Nothing was there; just herself at the door of Drake's room, and the sound of the elevator bumping faintly in the distance. I must have been imagining things. Alisa stepped back inside the room, having the door slide itself, closing the room.

Suddenly, she felt something gripping her mouth and nose. Her hand released the pocket watch, having it drop to the floorboards. Unable to breathe and about to break free, she then got her shoulders and arms wrapped by another pair of arms. Alisa started flailing her body, trying to pry free from the sudden assault.

"UUUMMMMPPPFF!" She muffled under her covered mouth. What's going on?!

"Don't even think about it, Ameilla." whispered a voice.

Who's there?!

"If we can't find him, then we can always draw him out. And what better way to do that, than a kidnapping?"

Oh no! It's the spy! Panic rushing her body, and fear suddenly filling her head, Alisa thrashed at the hold, trying to break free. She fought and struggled, flapped and floundered, but as she did, her resistance slowly faltered, and she began to lose consciousness. Alisa's vision began to slowly fade; her eyes drooped, and she became still.

The spy released Alisa, dropping her to the floor.

"Please, don't think anything ill of me. I'm only a hit man."

H-hit man?... With her last bit of vision fading to black, Alisa barely eyed the spy's face. His long black bangs covered one side of his face, while his right arm was covered in raven colored feathers. Alisa couldn't believe what she saw. "N-no…"she whispered. "It can't be…"

"Oh, it is Alisa."

Alisa whispered in her last breath. "L-Lindow….."

He touched the concrete ground with his fingers, seeing a dark red splatter on it. He later slicked his fingers on the stained area, only capturing its small dust. The wind blew his dark blue hood along with the blonde bangs swaying underneath. The sunset warmed his coat a bit as it shined down on him. Soma stared at the dried up blood spatter on the helipad.

"The blood's dry here too, Sakuya." he answered.

"I see." Sakuya's phone vibrated. She pulled it out, receiving a text from Kanon. "I just got the test results from the medical team. They said the blood spatters are a mix of Drake's and Ricardo's blood."

So Drake and tighty whities had another fight. "By the way, Sakuya," said Soma. "I thought you and Lindow were questioning the maintenance unit."

"Lindow said that he got called by Licca. He said it could be a lead."

Could be? Meaning that guy has no idea, whatsoever. Soma thought to himself.

End of Chapter 10: Investigation Part 1

Author's note: Sorry for the long update! Been busy with so many things, plus Gen's character here caused me the most grief.

Since Gen is the old man in the game, I thought I would interpret him as the eldest of the group who looks out for the others, in a fatherly kind of way. Is it weird? Is it not good? Is there something I can improve on? Tell me what you think, because I can't tell myself. Seriously, that guy was the stoic background character, and he didn't get much of the spotlight here, OR in this fandom! Let me know in your reviews.

By the way, the biography paragraphs that mention Drake's achievements in the Far East Branch are actually Bandai Namco's characterization of the protagonist, referenced from the game itself. Not mine, Bandai Namco's, just so you know.