"The global organization, the WBBA, is looking for young men and women who want to actually make a change in this unforgiving world." A female voice says.

"Travel the world." Tsubasa says, clenching his fist.

"Meet new people." Hikaru adds.

"Test and develop the latest technology." Madoka says.

"Protect the peace of the globe." Gingka says robotically. This all however is just Kenta showing the gang something on his computer.

"So, what do you guys think, will PR publish it?"

"Not if Gingka sounds like a robot." Kyoya answers.

"I told him I'm not good with scripts." Gingka defends his poor performance.

"Gingka Hagane to my office as soon as possible." Tsubasa says over the intercom.

"That's odd? Didn't your wife say she needed you for something?" Kyoya asks.

"Yeah, oh well." Gingka leaves the group and heads to Tsubasa's office. "What's up boss?"

"Close the door."

"So it's a job?"

"Yep. Ever heard of the group Idol Goddess Quintet?"

"Only that the lead of the group was brutally murdered by a fan at her home. What about them?"

"Well, they're having a memorial tour, saying it's what she would want. But they have asked us to beef up security."

"And?"

"They requested you."

"Just one man?" Tsubasa nods his head. "Alright, I got it."

"Before you leave, head to RnD and see Madoka, after that, the roof."

"She wanted to see me before anyways." Gingka says as he leaves and heads to the basement of the building where Madoka is waiting, looking rather upset.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Kenta showed us that advert he was working on. Then Tsubasa…"

"I know about the latter. Now hurry up, we don't have much time." She waves for him to follow, and he does, and they head to a concrete room, attached to a small firing range.

"What have you got for me dear?"

"Firstly, this came in from Koma Village." She grabs a small duffle bag from the table and tosses it to him. "It's a sword, Heyoma was able to get the black smith of the village to make it for you." Gingka opens the bag and sees a rather brutal looking sword with almost pitch black metal, that is also like a mirror, reflecting everything perfectly, with streaks of dark red.

"What's with the look?"

"Not sure, he said no matter what they did, it wouldn't change color or shape. If I had to guess, it's because of the material."

"Explain."

"Hellios is an extremely rare material. Hell, it was only discovered about a year ago, some satanic guy in America found it and thought he could raise the devil himself, all he did was kill people and pour their blood on the bit of it he had."

"And I assume Koma has a lot."

"Bingo. It also has odd properties involving Sinergy, but other than that it's still a mystery. So don't use it all willy nilly."

"Right, give an agent a weapon that's made of a new element or whatever and let him use it."

"Sparingly, we still need data on it." She turns her attention back to the table. Now to some new firepower." Madoka picks one of two huge revolvers up with a little bit of a struggle.

"I don't need compensation hun."

"Can 45 ACP penetrate heavy armor? I thought so, even with Godslayer on your side." Gingka takes the revolver and notes the hefty feeling.

"I was talking about the size."

"Well, it's 50 BMG, four rounds in the cylinder, double action…"

"Did you just say… BMG?"

"Yes."

"The fuck am I gonna use that on?"

"Targets that need to be dealt with, honestly it's your discretion." Gingka hands the revolver back to Madoka and she grabs something and tosses it to him. "Here, I know you like the bust holster setup, but we had to design new holsters for you." The new thing is a bust and hip holster set. "They'll hold the weight of the pistols and revolvers, but it can be interchangeable, but I would suggest the 1911s on your chest, due to the slim design it'll be discreet, unlike your current setup."

"And, gonna give me any other toys?"

"Not for now. Better get going." Gingka slips the new gear on and starts to walk out, before stopping. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing… I love you Madoka."

"That's why we have matching rings." They smile at one another before Gingka waves goodbye. He heads to the roof and a helicopter is waiting.

"We'll take you to the idols via the air sir. They specifically told us to do so." One of the mechanics says as Gingka climbs in.

"They want me to have quite the entrance don't they?"

"They say you deserve it." The chopper lifts off and Tsubasa waves farewell from his office.

"Shall I?" A man in a black suit asks.

"No, not while Madoka is here. Wait for her to head home."

"Your call boss, just remember what parliament said, if something is to happen to Gingka, she'll be joining him." He leaves as Tsubasa sighs. "It's been months since it happened, clearly we're scared of nothing." He says to himself as a knock comes from his door. "Who is it?"

"Madoka."

"Come in." He sits down as Madoka enters.

"I don't know how to say this, but I noticed after Gingka left RnD, that I have yet to have my time… you know?"

"The monthly…"

"Yes, so I was going to ask if I can leave early so I can check something."

"Well, I don't see why, if it's what it sounds like you think it is."

"Thanks Tsubasa. I'll try and make up for the lost time tomorrow."

"Don't worry about it." He waves her off and she leaves as Gingka lands at an airport.

"Should be an hour drive from here." The pilot says as Gingka steps off.

"Thanks pal." He waves before walking up to a rather expensive looking supercar. "Feels like they're trying to bribe me." He jokes before getting in. Soon enough he was there.

"ID." The venue guard says and Gingka does so. "Mister Hagane, you're early, the girls were expecting you in the next hour."

"The chopper pilot doesn't mess around." Gingka says before parking.

"It's the hero, thrice over, thank you for accepting our job." A man in a suit and tie says.

"You're welcome, I'm glad to help you guys with security." They shake hands and he walks Gingka over to the main trailer.

"We refuse to go on stage unless we know we have proper security." A woman's voice says as the door opens.

"Speak of the devil." One of the others says.

"You have a great sense of timing, have you ever thought about being an idol or an actor?" A third woman adds

"Anyone would hire you, being a famous hero and all." The final woman says.

"Can't say I have. Besides, I'm better off where I am, not good with scripts." Gingka answers

"We see."

"Such a waste of a handsome face."

"And we would have offered training."

"Free of charge."

"Okay… then."

"Sorry about that Mr. Hagane. They're so used to how they perform, they tend to think the same thing all at once." The man from before says. "I'm their manager."

"I could guess."

"Sorry to make the introductions short."

"But we must go over the performance for tonight."

"Please, explore the backstage area at your own convenience."

"But do return to the trailer an hour before the show is to start." The four say, again completely creeping Gingka out.

"Yeah… will do." Gingka leaves the trailer and pulls out a lighter, but notices the lack of something to smoke. "Shit, forgot to get some cigars from Kyoya." He says to himself as he hears a pipe fall over and turns to see a man running away. He pulls one of the 1911s out and hits him in the thigh. He runs over to the man, thinking that he probably should have chased him instead, and notices the crimson red blood, hit him in an artery, does not have much time, and Gingka isn't the best when it comes to medical. "Cooperate, and maybe I'll save you, why the hell are you stalking these girls?"

"I'm not stalking them to be a creep, I'm trying to save some poor girl's life."

"The hell does that mean?"

"The lyrics of their new song, it's some kind of chant to switch the soul of a person for one that belongs to someone who's dead."

"You're telling me they're going to try and raise the dead?"

"No… they want to… switch a female fan's soul for their leaders… please… listen…" Before he can finish, he passes on.

"The hell was he on about? Looks like I'll have to do some snooping." Gingka says as the manager walks up.

"What happened? Oh him."

"You know him?"

"He's been heckling fans buying tickets, spouting nonsense. Didn't wish death upon him."

"He fucked around and found out. End of that, I would call for a crew to pick him up."

"Will do." The manager returns to the girls as Gingka starts to snoop around. He walks to where the crew enters the underside of the stage and he can't help but notice a fancy wooden box. He pulls his phone out and quickly takes a picture and sends it to Madoka.

"I need you to get a receipt from any carpenter shops and see if they made a coffin, one that matches the dead idol's. Can you do that for me hunny?"

"Sorry, I'm at the doctor's office. No can do."

"What happened?"

"Nothing serious, see you baby."

"What does that mean?" Gingka asks himself as he puts his phone up and looks around to make sure no one saw him.

"Mister Hagane, will you follow me please." A member of staff says.

"Why?"

"Just for security reasons." Gingka follows him as later on, and elsewhere, Kyoya and Hikaru arrive at the Hagane household.

"What does she want again?" Kyoya asks as Hikaru knocks.

"She wanted to talk to me, and you just happened to be giving me a fun time on your bike." She answers as the door opens.

"Hey Hikaru… what's Kyoya doing here?"

"We were hanging out when you called me." The ladies walk in and Kyoya notices a van that looks oddly similar to those found at the WBBA.

"I'll be in shortly, gotta check something." He says as Madoka shrugs her shoulders and Kyoya walks towards the van. He knocks on the door and the man that was with Tsubasa earlier answers.

"What is it Tatagami?"

"You're a new face. Got a lead on That Man?"

"No. Now if you don't mind…"

"Nah, I never get to check one of these out. What does this do?" Kyoya reaches for a dial, but the man smacks his hand away.

"You're not part of intelligence, so that doesn't matter to you."

"Y'all are so stuck up you know that, what are the headphones for?" Kyoya puts a set on, and recognizes the voices on the other end. He slams his head into one of the monitors and points one of the Pythons at his head. "Why are you spying on Madoka?"

"Look, I'm just doing my job. I was hired to keep tabs on Madoka because of what happened in Chicago."

"The hell does Tsubasa think he's doing?"

"It wasn't his call, nor was it her in-law. It was Parliament. If anything happens to Gingka during a job, they want us to put her down as a caution."

"Y'all really scared of her? Whatever, leave, and if I catch you doing this shit again."

"Just one problem, I've been compromised. See you around." He says before pulling his pistol out and putting one in his own head.

"Shit. Well, at least he stopped spying on Madoka I guess." Kyoya says as he leaves the van and heads over to the house as Hikaru walls out.

"Well, see you tomorrow, and best of luck." She says as the two catch up. "What's wrong?"

"I'll explain when we're riding, what did Madoka want?"

"I promised her I would let her or Gingka tell you guys. Hell, if Gingka wasn't on a mission, she would have told him first."

"Is she pregnant?"

"What would make you say that?"

"Would rather tell her husband first, made you promise to not tell me what's up." She keeps her mouth shut, but slightly moves her head. "Well, you technically didn't tell me. No worries, I'll keep my lips sealed." Both put on protective equipment and ride off. After some time, they arrive at Hikaru's home.

"Say, want to come in for a sec? I can make up some coffee if you'd like."

"Is it any good?"

"I used to work at an actual coffee house during my internship. I know a thing or two about a decent cup."

"Fine by me." She leads him to the small living room before heading into the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home, just not too comfy." Hikaru jokes as she opens and closes a few cabinet doors. "You like it black I assume."

"Correct. What about you?"

"A little bit of milk, maybe some other flavoring if I feel like it." Kyoya starts to flip through channels before coming across that memorial concert for the dead idol girl that they hired Gingka for. He wasn't sure what it was, but something kept him on it, he felt uneasy, like something bad was gonna happen.

"One hour until the first show without the front woman of the Goddess Idol Quintet. The manager confirmed something big was going to be announced towards the closing of the show. What could that be?" One of the TV personalities says as at said event, Gingka takes a look in the duffel bag and sees the sword Madoka gave him is still there.

"Are you nervous?"

"It's okay, all four of us are as well."

"We had them make you a drink."

"It was our dear leader's favorite imported liquor."

"Thank you." Gingka takes a sip and notes something off. "You know, I'm not an expert on whiskey… but this kinda taste like." He takes a sniff and that's when it hits him. "It's… spiked." Gingka passes out and the four girls plus the manager walk over to his body.

"Sir." The manager hits a button and a TV is unveiled with Donji on the screen.

"Good work, now. Onto phase two." He says with his sinister grin as meanwhile Ryuga is having his shadow dragon pals dig up a grave, one with a slowly rotting body of a certain Idol, laying without a coffin.

"Just as expected, to the concert, we shall act as the big finally." He starts to chuckle as back at the WBBA, Tsubasa undoes his tie as it's almost quitting time. That's when a nameless employee barges in

"Sir we have a problem, we've lost contact with Gingka."

"What?"

"Yes, we lost contact about half an hour ago." Tsubasa grits his teeth in anger before grabbing his phone. "Come on Kyoya." He diels his number and sits there waiting for him to answer. "OH WHAT THE HELL COULD HE BE DOING RIGHT NOW?" He shouts as he slams it down to hang up. Halfway across the city at Bull Burgers, Benkie looks down at his phone and sees a text from Kyoya. That's when the phone of Bull Burgers rings.

"Bull Burgers, this is Benkie, how can I…"

"IS KYOYA THERE?" Tsubasa shouts.

"No, but I did get a text from him. It reads score, hammer emoji, cat emoji… yeah I don't get it either."

"Damn it. Look, we lost contact with Gingka and…"

"Uh-oh, should I check on Madoka?"

"No, head to that Idol concert and find out what happened."

"Okay boss." He hangs up and takes his apron off. "Maria, you're in charge, I got something to take care of." He heads off and rushes, or tries to, to the arena. "Damn, this traffic is killing me." Benkie looks to the side and sees the shoulder of the road is wide open, so he just uses the shoulder. "Hang on Gingka, I'm coming buddy." Benkie says as he speeds off to the arena, praying for the best.