November 14th, 2055
With Rain
After having arrested the stalker, Rain decides to take the phone in for evidence at the police station. Rain tucks the phone into a plastic bag carefully before walking out of the police station but not before giving her stalker one last look. After that, Rain left, driving home, where she would be greeted by her siblings once more.
"So then," Angel begins, "is it all going according to plan?"
She nods. "It will. As soon as the police get multiple text messages from the stalker's phone, tying all the other stalkers to him, we'll find out their identity in a strictly legal way. Once that happens, we can kill them off. But not before having some fun." She pulls something out. It was her phone with pictures of all the text messages the stalker sent in the last two weeks.
"I recorded their conversation on their phone and the most common person they responded to was called 'Uncle Al'. Now, I'm not an English major but that sure sounds English to me."
"So, what now?"Archer asks. "Because my idea was that we use his phone to manipulate the others."
"That's what we're going to do," Rain assures them. "It seems they converse with each other and Uncle Al in intervals. If this Uncle Al is Hydra, then we should be in luck. We could feed them false information to get them backed into a corner."
"Good idea," Angle nods, "who knows how long the ceasefire will be for so we must get a headstart. But what if they call us?"
Rain scoffs. "That's where you come in, baby brother with the voice of an angel."
"Oh, right." Angel nods. He thinks back to his encounter with the stalker. Clearing his throat, he says in the stalker's voice, "Does my voice sound like an angel now?"
"Sounds like a demon but okay," Archer shrugs.
"We're going to have to do all the texting and phone calls at the police station so it won't get traced back to use." She looks at her phone with the pictures of the text messages. "If what these texts are saying is true, then we gotta be at the police station responding at 11:30 AM. Our timezone, obviously. I'm going drive the both of you down to the station tomorrow; cancel any plans you have."
"Sounds good," Archer nods. "This is going to be so fun; I can't wait to see what happens next."
"I already have a plan." She pauses. "And several criminals on standby to help us get what we want." She switches to several more images. "By the way, I also have their phone schedules. I don't know the extent of the conversation or how they communicate but they always call Uncle Al at the same time. Good, we have a pattern." She pockets her phone. 'We're going to get all the stalkers' phones and then we're going to use that to converse with Uncle Al and obtain more information."
Archer smiles. "And if Uncle Al is Hydra, chances are; he'll be a completely different person. After all, every Hydra so far has always been someone different."
"That means no one will be completely familiar with the stalkers and possible quirks, at least not on an intimately familiar level," Angel realizes. "Good."
Rain removes her jacket. "Clean up and get some sleep; I have a feeling we're going to need it."
Without wasting any more time, she heads into her bedroom, her footsteps thudding against the carpeted ground, and turns in for the night.
Archer and Angel look at each other, a silent conversation going on between them.
Gintik Hagmay materializes before them. "Can't you guys talk like regular human begins? I mean, I miss your little telepathic twin conversations but some of us don't have that luxury."
"Fine," Archer groans, "we were thinking of plans of our own. We were thinking what we should do. If Uncle Al is Hydra, then what?"
"We'll figure it out," Angel assures them. "We have the Death Note, we have criminals on standby, everything. We'll figure it out."
"Japan and England are both without their utmost authoritative rules so threatening people with nukes is out of the question."
"We'll take it slow and steady," Angel assures his younger brother again. "We'll win; Kira always wins." He tilts his head. "You're just nervous because this is our first big fight without Mom, Dad, or Aunty Kuroki here to help us."
Archer shakes his head. "Shut up, angel boy." He turns and heads to the bathroom to take a shower.
Angel stays behind, stroking his chin.
His hair and eyes turn white.
To some degree, the archery boy has a point. Hydra is as expendable as he is replaceable and with neither side possessing some kind of nuclear weapon to act as a deterrent, we're kinda in a stalemate. We can't kill an identity but at the same time, Hydra can't kill a god. We're going to have to figure out a way to put down all Hydra users once and for all.
His eyes beam.
Maybe we can find out the source of where these Hydra guys are coming from. Obviously, they're brave because they insulted Kira on live news without any protection for their face or identity but still. Why weren't they scared to die? Why did they put their lives on the line? Are they actually serving in the British Royal Marines or are they criminals on death row? I doubt they're dead men walking because there is no way in hell the military would put all their trust in a criminal who received the death penalty. Okay, so these guys are people the military trusts but who?
He decides to answer that question later.
November 15th
Police Station
After pulling the stalker into the interrogation room, Rain heads to the evidence lockup. After signing some papers, Rain puts on some latex gloves and removes the phone from the plastic bag. Looking over it to make sure things were okay, she nods to the officer keeping check on the evidence before heading back.
Saiko and Murata stand in the observatory room behind the one-way mirror of the interrogation room.
"What's the phone for?" Saiko asks.
"Evidence, duh," Rain shot at her in the dryest tone humanely possible. "I came up with a plan to get these guys involved in this drug deal or whatever." She pauses. "By the way, did the guys working in narcotics get everything they can off the white powder bag from the car?"
"You know it," Murata nods. "Shit, real shit."
"Psychoactive?"
"Isn't 'shit' a street name for those kinda drugs?"
"It is," Saiko nods.
Rain checks her watch. "Trust me and leave this all to me. IN just a few hours, I'll have everyone connected to this stalker motherfucker in the police station or, at the very least, their identities. I have a plan."
Right on cue, Archer and Angel step forward and attend to their sister's side. They walk into the corner of the hallway, where they check to make sure they're out of earshot before whispering to each other.
"We're going to get everyone's phone," Rain says to her brothers, "I've been busy with my 'journal' last night so I know for sure that things will work out the way we want."
"And once we have the phones, I do my voices, right?" Angel asks.
"Duh," Archer rolls his eyes. "But we're going to need to hear everyone's voice and speaking habits before a certain time."
"Exactly, which is why everything will all into place. Right now, in three… two…"
The notification sound goes off on the phone. Rain looks down and reads the message.
'I'm thirsty. I'm hungry. But I can't eat it. I need your product; I need it, just one fucking hit, man!'
Rain stares at the screen. She sends her own message.
'Don't we all need a hit, motherfucker. There were some complications so I'm going to need you to do something for me. If you want a hit; I need you to send a link to several people.'
Rain looks at her brothers. "Now watch the magic happen."
'What fucking link' the text came back.
'This link.' Rain sends a link to the druggies and waits patiently. 'There is a list of numbers I want you to send the link to one by one. If you do this, then I'll give you a bag of my sweet stuff for free. There are twenty people and if I see that not all twenty people got the link, then no hit for you.'
Rain looks back at her brothers. "Luckily for us, the stalker's phone had the numbers of the rest of the stalkers in his contact. Twenty stalkers total, four of them assigned to one target. Me, Tezuka, Saiko, Murata, and Watanabe."
Her brothers look at her in awe.
"Now then; let's watch and see what happens, shall we?"
A few minutes later, Rain gets a notification on her personal cellphone. Reading the notification, she sees that she tracked the location of twenty different individuals. Tapping her thumb against her screen almost enthusiastically, she pockets her phone before checking her watch. "Okay then. They should call in three... two... one."
The stalker's phone rings.
"You got the stalker's voice, right, Angel?"
Angel nods.
"Good." She hands him the phone.
"Time for some Japanese Sign Language," Archer repeats his words in JSL.
"Hello?" Angel asks, using the stalker's voice.
"What the fuck is going on?" the voice asks immediately.
Holding the phone against his shoulder blade, Angel begins saying the caller's words in Japanese Sign Language for his brother. He watches his brother say something in sign language before repeating his brother's signed words into the phone.
"You're going to have to be more specific, motherfucker."
"What's this text we got?" the caller demands. "We called the others and they got the same thing. Jesus Christ, what kind of horrendous monstrosity is this?"
"Why are you assuming I would know?" Angel demands, deepening his fake voice. "You didn't consider it was one of the other guys or whatever? Why the fuck did you pin this on me?"
"Fuck you, man. I gotta clean my phone because if my wife sees this filth on my phone, she's going to castrate me."
"I understand," Angel nods. "Where are you guys?"
"We're at the safe house."
"Fucking shit, man. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't fucking make it. I have valuable intel on our... on... our... well, you know."
"The fanatics, yeah. What information?"
"I can't say it over the phone, numbnuts. Please, for the love of fucking god, just, stop asking questions." He sighs heavily, making it sound like he is out of breath. "Listen, man, before we do anything, I have to give you this information and fast, everyone else too. I think I found a breakthrough on..." He pretends to wince. "Shit, I can't say it on the phone. Like I said: I'll say it in person but I'm in a tight space. I'm being watched, observed, right now."
"What, by who?"
Angel licks his lips. "I don't know. I'm not sure but... god. I need to get this information to everyone immediately. Look, I can't jeopardize the safehouse so I'm going to leave you a little something. Do you know the Saitama Super Arena?" Angel rolls his eyes. "What am I saying; of course ya do. Okay, listen, I'm going to go there tomorrow to watch the basketball game playing there. I'm going to leave a teeny tiny envelope addressed to you hidden under seat number 25-AE. The letter opens from the bottom, not the top. It will look like a regular envelope and all but it opens from the bottom, not the top, and it will have a return address written in English. Pick it up, read the message, memorize it, then burn it with the lighter I'll leave in the cupholder."
"Wait-"
"No time - gotta go."
"Hang on, man. No!"
Angel quickly hangs up, sighing heavily. Once he is sure the phone is off and not working, he turns to his brother, smiling.
"A job well done, everyone."
Rain sarcastically claps her hands. "A stellar performance, baby brother. Stay here; I'll go update my fellow officers."
Archer and Angel wait as Rain talks to the officers so the two brothers look at each other.
"Just like old times, eh?" Archer smiles.
"Exactly," Angel nods. "So, what is the plan now?"
Archer looks over. Leaning forward, he lowers his volume to a whisper. "Time to use the criminals. If Rain's plan is correct, then once we have reasonable suspicion that there is a drug deal going on, Rainy will arrest them, obtain their phones, and we'll have a direct line to Hydra."
Angel smiles. "Good, I hope so."
Archer's hair and eyes turn black.
This is going to be a risky move. Hell, almost everything I signed my brother to say was completely improvised but I made sure it was within Rain's realistic limits at the police station. If we want to make it look like these stalkers are bad guys worthy of being killed by Kira, we need to make it look like Kira wasn't involved. Not yet at least. Set them up to appear that it was a police matter that just HAPPENED to involve twenty stalkers. Once that happens, once all is said and done and we have everything we need to talk to this Uncle Al, then we'll have an edge over Hydra.
November 17th
Saitama Super Arena
Hiding in the stands, watching the basketball game, Rain reaches over and snatches some popcorn from her cupholder. As she pours popcorn into her mouth, she looks down at seat 25-AE, making sure the false letter she set is still there and that no one disturbed the 'Do Not Sit' sign.
Gintik Hagmay materializes behind her. "Heh, I remember coming to the Saitama Super Arena. Of course, it was to play a mental chess game with Keiri but man, the nostalgia of that little escapade. And it looks like you're performing your own."
Rain ignores him and watches someone climb up the steps. As there was a full house of basketball fans, no one bothered to notice a man climbing up the stands and heading down seat row 25. Rain pours some more popcorn in her mouth as she watches the man stand over seat number 25-AE. Activating her Shinigami eyes, she recognizes the name as one of the stalkers tailing Tezuka.
Taking out her phone, she confirms her suspicions. Yep, the virus she told the druggie to install by texting the contact number of the twenty stalkers did its job: installing a tracker into their cellphones.
Pocketing her phone, she touches her earpiece. "I have confirmation. I say again, I have confirmation on the druggie. Tezuka, Murata, Saiko, Watanabe, do you have the location of the others in the area?"
"Roger that," Saiko replies.
"Remember, do not make any arrests until we have confirmation." Rain sits back in her seat. Looking over, she spots ArchAngel sitting a few rows down but within arm's reach of the second stalker.
The second stalker opens the envelope from the bottom as instructed and reads over the information. Looking around nervously, he grabs the lighter from the cupholder and burns it. He then puts out the flame in a civilian's open soda cup.
"It's them," Rains says. "Time to move in."
Archer stands up and pretends to lose his balance as he walks toward the second stalker. The second stalker makes room for him to get through when Archer takes out an EpiPen and jabs him in the stomach through his clothes. The second stalker falls into the empty seat.
"Down in front," Rain snarks before getting out of her seat. Climbing over the people in front of her instead of going around, she reunites with her brother and helps him escort him out. As they're walking, they notice that Angle isn't following them.
"You coming with us?"
Angel shakes his head. "I placed money on the blue team to win."
"You don't even know what they're called and you placed money on them. Fine by me." Rain shoves the second stalker forward as Archer holds onto him tightly.
As Archer carries the second stalker away, Rain uses her earpiece once again. "All teams, this is Rain, progress report."
"Detained," Saiko comes back, "all druggies in my vicinity are detained."
"Around the stadium?"
"Affirmative."
"See, I told you the druggies would come to the stadium." She switches channels. "What about on your end; druggies detained?"
"Affirmative, sergeant," a police officer's voice came back.
"Good, let's move these people out of here and get them to the station."
Archer smiles.
His hair and eyes turn black.
And just like that, we have detained all stalkers following us. We now have access to ALL of their phone calls, messages, emails, everything. This Uncle Al, if he is Hydra, and if the phones confirm it, then we just scored ourselves a victory. As long as we have Angle on our team to do all the voices, then we should win. We'll finally be able to control Hydra like a puppet master and better yet, find a way to end him once and for all.
Gintik Hagmay materializes behind them again. "Man, I can't wait to see what happens next in this mental chess game."
A/N: I'll see you the first Saturday of August.