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"Good news-I just got off the news with Interpol..they've given us permission to access the records provided by the surveillance they put up in the club." Matsuda said as he hung the phone up.
"How long till we can get the files?" L asked.
"Not long at all-in fact...we can access the live feed directly from this room."
L nodded at this and gestured to Watari to get the feed. It didn't take long for the secretly placed surveillance to be connected to the rooms computers and for the men in the room only to be left to sit an watch as Light traveled about t he club.
"I never pegged Light for a club type." L said nonchalantly, picking away at the ice cream sundae in front of him.
"He isn't!" Sochiro said, offense clearly written across his face.
"Then how do you explain his most recent interest in one of the most widely investigated informants in Japan?" L asked. Sochiro ignored the comment as he frowned at the screen before him. Light was now entering a back room. The task force watched as the boy went to knock, but hesitated before doing so. Light took a few deep breaths, than he finally knocked on the door.
The door bust open suddenly and the only thing that could be seen were a pair of long pale hands as they grabbed Light from the hallway of the club and pulled him in.
"Wears Light now?" Mogi asked over the wire.
"He's in a room-return to base for now so you can join us. I'll send a different officer to wait out the meeting and continue tailing Light." L spoke into the microphone. "Watari, pull up the footage from the cameras in the room."
"I'm afraid I can't, Interpol were unable to get inside the room when they tapped the place. The best thing we've been provided to use are the bugs." Watari replied.
"Very well then, pull up the sound."
To be continued in the next chapter...