A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the late update. I was feeling a little burned out and I would've posted it last Saturday but I was kinda taking some time off to recharge my batteries. Now that I'm done, back, and ready to go, I am going to be updating this story. Again, I'm sorry for the long wait but I plan on getting back into the storytelling now.
Guest F: Yep, we're already a third of the way done and I can't believe it. Here is chapter 7 and I hope you won't be disappointed.
November 18th, 2055
London, Hydra's Base
Picking up his phone, the new Hydra quickly presses several buttons before putting the phone to his ear. Waiting patiently, he hears someone pick up on the other end.
"What?" an annoyed heavily accented Japanese voice comes back.
"Status report?" Hydra demands. "I need a status report on the targets; any change in their patterns?"
"Their patterns are crystal clear or whatever the fuck you want to call them," the voice chimes back. "Seriously, can't you call back again later?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting a playdate with your husband?"
"Fuck you, bitch!"
"I advise not pissing me off." Hydra clenches his fists. "Don't test me and give me a status report?"
"Oh, yeah. Okay… so…"
Hydra listens in as the caller gives a detailed report of everything the targets have been doing. Yagami, Seiko, Tezuka, Murata, and Watanabe. He narrows his eyes a few times before nodding. "Thank you." He waits patiently for the caller to finish. "See, that wasn't so hard so don't try and piss me off again."
"I hate the bills on my phone; do you know how expensive long-distance calls are here in Japan? Seriously, dude, seriously."
"You shouldn't have accepted this job if you were fixated on keeping your phone bills low. Anyway, keep me updated and keep your nose clean."
"If I'm being told to keep my nose clean, any chance I can use your mask as a napkin?"
"Goodbye.' Hydra quickly hangs up. Licking his lips behind his mask, he turns to the other officers in the room. "It seems like the targets in question aren't up to anything suspicious." He narrows his eyes. "What do you make of that, gentlemen." He lifts his mask to bite his thumb.
"Our insiders must be good at espionage," a captain tells them. "Either that or-"
"The guy I was talking to sure liked to swear a lot," Hydra mentions. "I was careful to pick people that don't swear a lot."
"Why?" another officer asks. "Why is it so important when one curses?"
Hydra laughs. "Because cursing is a distraction." He bites his thumb again before pulling his mask down. "Have you ever tried to have a serious conversation with someone and they kept on cursing and blabbing the air with their potty mouth? You're trying to have a serious conversation with them, trying to tell them their slutty bitchy wife died during childbirth, trying to tell them their child is a fucking fat body, or trying to tell their whore of a mother that they got fucked six ways from Sunday; it's hard to understand them because the only thing you hear is cursing."
"And..."
"I gave specific instructions that if they're going to swear, do it only when they're not on the phone; I hate foul language and to hear them speak on the phone is just despicable." He chuckles. "Also, cursing is easy for a distraction."
"Again with the distraction, Hydra," a major rolls his eyes.
"I have them specific instructions not to curse because it's distracting yet the guy I was talking to was cursing a lot; he was clearly trying to distract me from realizing something and it almost worked." He peels his mask off, revealing an aging face with a smile. "I have a theory that the guy speaking to me wasn't able to speak freely so he started cursing as a sign that he needed help... or he was the deceiver." He folds his arms over his chest. "I don't believe he was intentionally lying because I made sure to pick volunteers, not liars or people who have dirt on them. This leaves only one possibility: forced into a position where they can't speak freely." He turns to another officer in the room. "I want someone - specifically you - to track the trackers on our inside men. I gave these guys a specific route to follow and if they aren't on that route on the dot, then we got a big problem."
The technician turns to his computer and gets to work. About two minutes later, he manages to pull up a GPS map and show it to Hydra. "So, their current location is in Tokyo; they haven't been compromised or left the country yet but as for their current location, I won't be able to track it, not for a few hours at least."
Hydra pats his shoulder. "It's worth the wait; take all the time you need. In the meantime, I need to go have a word to any other operatives that we might send to Japan." He walks away, leaving the technician to follow his orders.
Hydra goes for coffee and sips it while still wearing his mask through a straw poking through a hole just in the center of the mouthpiece. Sipping the coffee like it was a slushie, he decides to make himself another thirty minutes later.
And then when he finishes that cup, he makes another cup of coffee and repeats the process...
... and again...
...and again...
...and again.
Seriously, after seven cups of coffee in six hours, the jittery Hydra takes off his mask to breathe before handing it to someone else. This second person becomes Hydra as the coffee-addicted person gets back to drinking more coffee.
The new and current Hyudra heads over to the technician after he calls him over.
"Okay," the technician smiles, "all your dreams and wishes are about to come true because I tracked the location of your mates?"
The current Hydra nods. "Where are they?"
"In a holding cell?" the technician furrows his brows. "Huh, interesting. They're in the holding cell arena of the NPA."
Hydra nods before leaning back, stiffening his back. "Interesting, very interesting." He rubs his chin. "How long have they been there?"
The technician pulls up more information. "Based on the tracker movement, they've been in the holding cell area for at least twenty-four hours." He looks over his shoulder. "I figured you would probably want me to do a voice analyst test so I already took care of it." He pulls up an audio file. "As requested, I recorded your conversation and any others you have with your inside men in Japan. I did a voice print analysis and I was able to pinpoint that the person you were talking to indeed has the voice of your inside man but the tracker indicates that he was in the holding cell area and the phone was traced to the officer area. Doing another analysis, while the voice was perfect in sound and pitch, it wasn't in quirkiness. When people talk, they always have a distinct wave or tremble to their voice, kinda like a verbal fingerprint. The sound, pitch, and voice were identical but the slight delay in your inside man's voice was not present." He pulls up wave lines. "Normally, you see wave lines like this in a hospital bed for the flatlines and everything but these waves are for measuring one's voice. It records every crack, tremble, hiss, and echo one's voice makes and it turns it into a verbal fingerprint as I've mentioned before. The verbal fingerprint does not match the voice of your inside man so the person on the other end was either using some kind of voice changer or some kind of app to change their voice."
Hydra laughs. "Perfect." He straightens his back again. "It seems like they have been compromised but not for long. This was the slip-up I was hoping would happen. I was hoping the inside men would crack, give up, or get caught."
The technician looks at him. "But I thought you wanted to take care of them? The last Hydra wanted to."
"But I'm not the other Hydra so give me details. I want information; what kind of app allows you to copy someone's voice?"
"Well..." the technician paused. "I don't think it was an app because when I did an analysis, I was checking for signs that some kind of electronic device was used but the scanner picked up nothing. So... whoever copied our inside man's voice copied it to pitch-perfect perfection."
"Interesting." Hydra narrows his eyes. "It is possible to completely copy someone's voice?"
"To do that, you would have to have a very special talent."
Hydra tilts his head. "Isn't there a voice actor in Japan who is capable of mimicking a thousand voices?"
"Oh, yeah, infinity voices," a captain speaks up. "I've watched some of their stuff on the table before and IV does an awesome job."
"IV?"
"Yeah. 'IV' for 'Infinity Voices', a voice actor in high demand; can imitate anyone's voice. He's in high demand because he costs less but his charging rates are high. Also, he only does voice actor for manga that he personally likes and rumor has it that he always goes to the creator of the manga and gets permission for which voice to use for which character. Versatile voice actor."
Hydra narrows his eyes. "Thank you. In that case, I want information on this IV guy. If this IV guy is in Japan and he somehow made contact with the NPA, then he can be working against us." He clenches his knuckles. "If Kira employed him, then he's trying to rip us apart from the inside by destroying our communication."
"I think you're giving him too much credit," the former Hydra - the one addicted to coffee - says. "How do we know it's not the police who simply hired him and not Kira?"
"I want a background check done on this 'IV" guy." Hydra turns to the technician. "I want you to look up information on this IV guy or girl and try and find out everything you can about him. We'll send in more guys and we'll try and get some eyes on IV and if he's clean, we'll leave him alone."
"Right on it." The technician turns to the computer. "It could take some time because IV isn't..." Typing in 'IV the voice actor', several search results pop up on the search engine. Pausing, he smirks upon seeing information on the IV voice actor and smiles. "Wow, I wasn't expecting this. He's something of a public figure," he chuckles. "There is no picture of him but he has his own Wikipedia page. Nice." His smirk remains as he looks over his information. "IV. Real name: something-something, 'Angel Yagami', born in the Kanto region of Japan, gave the freshman address along with his twin brother Archer and older sister Rain at Toho University-"
"What?" Hydra's eyes widen behind the mask. "What was that about Yagami?"
The technician's eyes roll over the screen. "Oh, it was saying how there were three freshman representatives to give the speech to the commencement ceremony at Toho Univeristy." He flinches. "Three? Huh, interesting. Rain, Archer, and Angel Yagami."
Hydra's eyes widen even more behind the mask. "IV is Rain's younger brother?"
The technician nods, drumming his finger against his electronic keyboard. "So it is. It looks like..."
"Rain Yagami is under our investigation for being a Kira fanatic," Hydra remembers. "And if IV is doing the voices for them... to manipulate us... it must mean they're onto us. Somehow, they managed to get their stubby hands on all of our inside men and managed to copy their voices and somehow get them into a jail cell. I don't know what they've done but how could have all of our inside men all 'conveniently' have been arrested and then replaced by this IV voice actor?" He narrows his eyes. "If I didn't know better, I would say that the Yagami family is the biggest fanatics of Kira."
"But the call came from inside the police station so obviously, other officers would've seen them. Which means..."
"They got the police on their tails, helping them," Hydra growls under his breath. "As of today, we've lost all communication with our inside men. Unless proven by the voice analyst, everything the inside men tells us is a lie conducted by Angel Yagami." He releases his fists and rests his hands on the table before him. "I want a full detailed report on the Yagami family; focus on Rain Yagami but also the twins. If we can find a picture of this 'Archer Yagami', we'll know what Angel Yagami looks like and we can use that to our advantage. And if we have to, we'll have Archer and Angel Yagami as our next targets."
Japan
NPA, with the Yagami Children
Hanging up, Angel puts the phone down before turning to his siblings in the hallway. "How was that?"
"Perfection," Archer praises. "Absolute perfection. You still have the voice acting skills, bro. Honestly, you still surprise me, even after I've seen your voice performance."
"Thank you," Angel blushes slightly.
Rain nods. "I second that." She leans against the wall. Looking over, she makes sure no one is in her personal office and it is just her siblings. "Alright, I'm going to tell everyone that we've made vocal contact with the drug dealers on the phone. We'll tell them that they called suddenly and we forgot but we have the number and we can trace them." Rain folds her arms over her chest. "If we play our cards right, chances are... we can trace the phone call back to London. After that happens, once our IT guys confirm the phone calls are coming from London or wherever Hydra is setting up base, we can make it look like this Hydra guy hunting down Kira is actually a drug lord. It'll be perfect. And somehow, if we can connect all Hydras as one and call them all drug lords, then we win. Interpol will take action, arrest Hydra, give up their names, and we'll be free to kill them."
Archer laughs. "True, but a plan like that is going to be complicated. First of all, we're going to have to trick Hydra into admitting he is a drug lord on an open channel being monitored by everyone. If something goes wrong, it'll look bad on us and the police will be suspicious of us. Besides, the police can't convict someone based on a personal phone call; there must be physical evidence."
Rain rolls her eyes. "Thank you. What was your name again? I vaguely remember your last name as 'Shit' and your first name as 'No'. Nice to meet you 'No Shit'."
Archer flips her off with a slight chuckle.
"We either hire MIA Mercenaries to do the drug deal for us or call some Kira fanatics in London to help us out. But first, we're going to have to trace the call and then get to work. After that, it should be a stroll in the park. We'll use the Death Note to our advantage."
"What about the lowlife scumbags here?" Archer asks. "What do we do about them?"
"Some will be killed by the Death Note," Rain whispers, "others will still be kept alive for the time being. Overall, they're no longer useful for us. As long as we got access to all their phones, we don't need anything." Rain grabs the phone in Angel's hand. "Sooner or later, this phone will be the greatest weapon in our arsenal, second only to the obvious notebook of the death because, with this, we have a clear line of connection and communication to Hydra. We're not going to squander this opportunity."
"I know you're serious when you use the word 'squander," Archer jokes.
"See," Rain says to Angel, "even our baby brother agrees."
"I'm actually kinda excited to see what happens," Gintik Hagmay declares, suddenly appearing before the three adult siblings. "I'm not going to interfere but have you guys thought this through all the way? Who knows what could happen? If there's one piece of advice I can offer, it's that you shouldn't underestimate your enemies. Remember the Ten Lost Children and how much trouble they gave us and they didn't have any Death Note or supernatural abilities to help."
"Or the Shingami Eye Twins," Angel points out before pausing. "Then again, they had the Shinigami eyes to their advantage."
"And Agatha Siegel was born with the ability to see Shinigami," Archer reminds them. "But, Hydra seems like a regular guy."
"He's replaceable," Gintik Hagmay corrects. "A regular guy, yes, but irreplaceable, not by a long shot. Remember, if it's not one Hydra you're dealing with, you're dealing with maybe a hundred. Choose your next actions carefully before you decide to go gung ho on someone who can't die."
"Isn't that the point," Rain says, "for us to get experience?" She looks up at her Shinigami father. "Grandpa managed to make it on his own. You managed to make it on your own for one mission before Mom came around and the two of you lasted for a long time. I think its time for the grandchildren of Kira to come around and get some experience." She folds her arms over her chest. "When I have kids, I'll make sure I'm around, alive or undead, to see that my kids succeed me as Kira when I die."
"Yeah," ArchAngel says, "us too."
Gintik Hagmay smiles. "Looks like we're going to be a family of Kiras for a long time coming."