A/N: Any OPM character that does not have a name canon in OPM will not have a name unless said so by the magna or anime. Such examples are the Bearded and Bespectacled Worker.

"Defeated a DEMON-level threat with NO problem?!" Sitch, the Hero Association's Minister Officer sputtered. "B-b-but that is almost impossible!"

"Yeah, it takes at least ten A-Class heroes or one S-Class hero to take down a Demon-level threat!" another staff member said. "Don't tell me three nobodies could've stopped this all by themselves!"

The Bearded Worker nodded. "True, if we were simply told that, we wouldn't believe it ourselves," he said. "But then, we would be trying to argue against Spring Mustachio and Golden Ball's eyewitness accounts."

"As well as the numerous surveillance footage that captured the battle." the Bespectacled Worker added as he brought up multiple videos of the battle that took place in City H.

"The three persons of interest consist of one male and two females," the Bearded Worker continued. "It took some digging, but we were able to find some information on these individuals."

"What do you mean, was it that hard?" Sitch asked.

"Well, it seems that these individuals are quite...underdocumented," the Bespectacled Worker said. "It's like they almost didn't exist until now."

"What he means is that they had no birth certificates, Social Security; basically no forms of identification whatsoever," the Bearded Worker said. "Surprising we didn't catch this earlier."

The Bearded Worker motioned to his partner and the screen displayed a mugshot. "The male individual is Vern Scuralli, age 28, works at Fuchii Security Firm," he said. "One of their best guards, in the last month he managed to stop at least a dozen break-ins during his night shift. "

The screen changed pictures. "The next person is a female named Roxi Lugar, age 29, works at Jubilee Juice..."

"Hot damn, she looks good!" a random staff member said, before getting looks. "What?"

"...um, she lives with a Rita Flores in an apartment."'

The picture changed.

"Lastly, we have Lynn Watanabe, age 28, currently unemployed."

"She's unemployed? a staff member asked. "Why?"

"According to the transcripts from the multiple business firms she applied to: the companies say she's 'too good' and makes everyone else look bad." the Bespectacled Worker said.

"..."

"That's the stupidest thing I have heard," a member said, breaking the silence. "Is that a thing?"

"Apparently it is, perfect GPA, sped through grad school for business...damn, we should hire her, why didn't that come up earlier?"

"As much how I like this conversation, we're missing the big picture," Sitch said. "Are they a threat to us?"

The Bearded Worker cleared his throat. "Um, well, from initial reports, they seemed a bit...laid back. This entire battle was more of a "contest of who can kill the most demons", rather than a legitimate battle."

"And they're not registered with the Association?"

"No and it doesn't appear they know it exists. The man encountered Spring Mustachio and Golden Ball, but didn't recognize them, even though they're high ranking A-Class heroes."

The other staff members whispered among themselves for some time before falling silent.

"We should we do about them?" a staff member asked.

"Well, they don't seem to be much of a threat of now..." Sitch started. "And we don't want to antagonize them either by going in to confront them."

"..."

"Keep a close eye on them, if things get out of hand...I just hope it doesn't have to come to that."


"I was expecting you to have more things with you." Roxi said.

A couple of days had passed since the demon invasion and life went on for City H as usual. It was now Saturday and Lynn had come over to Roxi's place to move in.

"Enchanted suitcases, very handy for traveling," Lynn motioned to the two suitcases next to her.

"Hm, I could use one of those."

"You can have one, I have five in one of the suitcases right now," she said. "For some reason, my father is very insistent on keeping organized, even though one suitcase is enough."

"You realize the irony of that right?"

"Whatever." Lynn said with a roll of her eyes.

Roxi's apartment was similar to the one Lynn was in, a few bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen area, etc.

"Wait, where do you sleep, Roxi?" Lynn asked, she only saw two beds in total, and was wondering if she was kicking Roxi out of one.

"The couch, why?"

"Don't you sleep on any of the beds?"

"Um, well, the beds are kinda...small for me. Besides, I consider sleeping on something soft to be of a luxury."

"...ok."

"Anyways, just make yourself at home. I'm going to shower."

The room was pretty simple. A bed, a small closet, a dresser, basically anything that a spare/guest room would have.

"Better than nothing..." she mumbled as she started to unpack.


"Easy pickings." Vern said as he walked out of a pawn shop.

For some time, Vern had been "borrowing" some items of value off of intruders who broken into the warehouse he patrols and selling it for some cash. Sure it may be wrong, but then again breaking into a warehouse is most likely just as bad as stealing someone's belongings.

"This makes this month's rent, still wish I'd got more for the watch though."

He pocketed the couple hundreds and twenties he got and walked down the street. A couple minutes passed and he noticed two men arguing from an alley. Curious, he stopped and decided to listen in.

"Dude, we need to hide the cash before the police find us!" one said. "We gotta ditch and go."

"Why, can't we take it?" the other asked.

"I've seen others get caught because the cash bag has trackers on them. If we take it with us, we're dead meat."

"But if we leave the cash here the police will find it and we won't have anything!"

"But not if we hide it where the tracker can't transmit. This metal dumpster seems to be a good place, we'll stash the loot here, lose the cops, and pick up our reward."

"Sounds good," said the second robber as he tossed the duffel into the dumpster.

The two robbers hightailed it out the other end of the alley and out of sight.

Vern looked around to see if anyone was watching before casually strolling into the alley. He got out the duffel and started to shift through its contents.

"Trackers in the bags huh? Sophisticated, yet impractical," he said as he dumped the money into the duffel. "Dum-dums could've taken the money OUT of the bags. Their loss, not mine."

He slung the duffel over his shoulder. "One man's trash IS another man's treasure."


"Authorities today have apprehended the two armed robbers who robbed the city's bank today," the television blared. "However, the money is still missing. Anyone with information to this should call authorities..."

Roxi and Lynn both turned to Vern and glared at him. He didn't care though, as he was still counting the stacks of bills. It wasn't hard to connect two and two as soon as he walked into Roxi's apartment with the duffle full of cash.

"Vern, you gotta return the money." Lynn said.

"I'd rather not." he replied.

"And why not?"

"There's a high chance I will get arrested for doing so."

"He's kinda right, you know." Roxi said. "Obstruction of justice, I believe?"

"Yeah, that," Vern said as he placed down the last stack. "So, I've split it into four piles, one for Lynn, one for Roxi, one for me, and one for my family."

"Hold on, why do you get two?" Lynn asked.

"I thought you were against getting money, Miss Unemployed?" he said with a smirk.

"You're pushing it, I'd watch out."

Vern rolled his eyes. "I'm only getting one stack, smartypants. The other goes back to my family, and if you don't remember THEY need this stuff to get supplies, unlike you two's families which don't need to rely on the humans to function."

"And if you ALSO forgot, my mother needs to feed my eleven younger siblings as well. This that enough of an explanation?"

Lynn crossed her arms and huffed.

"I'd take that as a 'yes'," he said as he piled his cash back into the duffle. "Now excuse me, I have to make arraignments so this can get to my family."

As Vern left the apartment, Lynn sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This idiot is going to blow our cover. It may not be today, not tomorrow, but SOME day, he will."

"Oh lighten up, will you?" Roxi said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Vern may be psychotic, but he ain't stupid, he's a Jyster after all."

"Yeah, but he's bound to slip up eventually. No one's perfect."

"And neither are you Librarian."

"Shut it Draco, the last thing I want today is to get lectured...again."

Lynn was suddenly picked up by the back of her sweater and was now face to face with the redhead, her feet dangling off the ground.

"Well, if you don't want to be lectured. I can provide an alternate, which is much more enjoyable for me." Roxi said, her warm, comforting face was now filled with venom and malice.

Lynn sighed. "I'm just stressed ok? I have no job, no home, and one of my friends decided to take stolen money..."

Roxi's face softened. "Your goddamn race has instilled too much order into you, stuff ain't going to go your way all the time," she said. "Say, why don't we get some grub? There's a ramen shop not far from here."

"Ok..." Lynn said as she was put down.


A/N: Bios...

Vern Scuralli
Species: Jyster
Age: 28
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 209 lbs

Roxi Lugar
Species: Draco

Age: 29
Height: 7' 5''
Weight: 298 lbs

Lynn Watanabe
Species: Librarian
Age: 28
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 164 lbs

Not going to explain anything else.

Till next time,

-D.W