A/N: Double update on Halloween.

November 29th, 2055

London

After receiving orders from his lords, Brooks intends to fulfill those orders. He heads to the hospital closest to his old military base and enters as a civilian. He already gotten acquainted with the staff prior to Kira's orders because he was going to go to this hospital once he needed care for his terminal illness. As he walks down the halls looking for his intended target, he takes note of every person he passes. Poor people, he thinks, none of these bastards are going to live long enough ten years after. One way or another. Why do some of us have to be cursed with a terminal illness?

He snaps himself out of his angst internal monologue.

No, I won't live with my illness as a curse. No, life is supposed to be lived to the fullest, to the max, and sadly, people only appreciate life when something is taken away or is about to be taken away from them. I learned that the hard way but now, I actually feel like I'm living.

He heads to a cooler and pours himself a cup of water before drinking from it.

For the first time in a long time, I can actually taste the water and I never noticed how good it tastes. So good.

He pours himself a second cup before he spots one of his targets up ahead. There she was, his favorite artist in the flesh. In the elderly flesh. Yes, now was the time to fulfill his obligation to Kira because that is what is intended of him.

Tugging on his coat, he approaches Lady Inda and gives her a warm smile. "Lady Inda in the flesh, am I dreaming?"

Lady Inda turns to him and chuckles. "Don't worry; you're not dreaming."

"I certainly hope not because I have always been a huge fan of your work. In fact, most of the pictures in my room are your artwork. It is just… such an honor to meet someone like you."

"Aww, thank you. I'm afraid that this artist is a little rusty and out of shape. You know, I used to be able to draw perfect replicates of my human canvases in sixty seconds. Like, a perfect copy of their face in just a minute. A minute is all I needed. But now, I can only accomplish it in ninety seconds. I'm afraid that whatever fountain of springtime youth or whatever it's called is gone."

"And I used to be an esteemed Royal Marine before I was discharged on a medical. I think we both have lost our springtime of youth. But… you got something to live for, I don't."

"How do you mean?"

"I'm going to be in this hospital in a few weeks. I got the results back from a condition I have; my condition is terminal and it's incurable. And I heard you've been spending a lot of time in this hospital, right?"

"Yeah, I have. I've been drawing pictures of the patients here."

"Have you drawn every single one?"

"I have."

"Really." He blinks four times in his right eye. "Can I see?"

"Sure." She removes her sketchbook and shows her the drawings. "This is everyone in the hospital."

Brooks takes the sketchbook and looks through it. He scans his eyes, especially his right eye, over the sketches, not skipping a single page until he reaches the last page where a blank white sheet is on the other end. After making sure he got everything, he closed the sketchbook.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She reaches for her sketchbook but Brooks holds it out of her reach. "Can I have my notebook back?"

"How much would it cost if I wanted to buy this notebook from you?"

Lady Inda hesitates. "Uh, it's not for sale. That's my personal notebook; it is not for sale."

"I'll pay you a lot of pounds if you give me this notebook."

Lady Inda laughs uncomfortably this time. "I'm afraid that I'll have to refuse you. That journal is mine for the year and I want it back in my hands, right now."

Brooks laughed. "Sure. If that's what you want. It's just... you don't meet too many famous people and when you do, it just feels good, doesn't it, mate? So much that you want a memento."

"I understand that but I still want my notebook back."

I got what I needed anyway. "No worries." He holds the notebook out. "Take it, it's yours."

Lady Inda takes back the notebook. "Thank you very much."

"I'm going to be going to this hospital anyway so... might as well."

"Yeah, you'll have plenty of opportunities to see me. Just... don't try to take what doesn't belong to you anymore. Don't forget this tiny fact: I'm the one who makes artwork for people for their funeral; you want to look beautiful when you're dead; not ugly."

Brooks smiles. "I understand."

Now that he had what he needed, he retreated. He went off to a storage closet and sat down. Removing the laptop he strategically placed in the storage room earlier, he opens up Kira's social media website and begins uploading photos. He took the photos with a camera that fit into his contacts and took photos whenever he blinked a certain number of times. The camera turns on when he blinks four times in that specific eye and the photos are automatically uploaded to the computer. Now that that was out of the way, it's time to get to work.

Japan

With Rain

While at work, Rain opens her laptop and checks the latest notifications on the social media platform of Kira. She blinks casually upon seeing several photos and drawings of people being uploaded.

Gintik Hagmay appears behind her. "You know, you can't know a person's name or face when you use Shinigami eyes on drawings, no matter how realistic they may be. But I bet you're already aware of that."

Rain blinks as she notices several photos show up beside the drawings, revealing photographic photos of the drawn people using their real faces.

"Oh, I get it: you had Brooks take photos of the people at the hospital and then you had him run those artistic photos through a program that matched their faces to real photographs taken of them. Photographs that were taken with a camera rather than a drawing. Very clever, Rain, very clever. Now you can use your eyes on them."

Rain activates her Shinigami eyes.

She spots the patient with the mismatched eye color.

That there... is the confirmation.

Now she had something to write about when she got home.

November 30th

London

Almost as if God struck his wrath upon the hospital Himself, all the patients in the hospitals die in their sleep, no doubt from heart attacks. When the hospital staff discover this as more Royal Marines come in to take more patients for the next Hydra operation, the hospital staff cries and enters a panicky and frenzied state.

Halberstram, the soldier who made friends with Lady Inda earlier, pauses at the sight of so many bodybags being loaded and taken to the morgue and he can only look at Lady Inda in confusion and horror. "What happened here?"

Lady Inda looks at him with shaky fingers. "They died," she says simply with a hint of anger in her voice. "Kira. That goddamn bastard, Kira, he did it. He killed all these people. They were going to die anyway and he just killed them. He exterminated everyone in a hospital; I didn't think Kira could get so low."

Halberstram growls under his breath. "Shit." We need more recruits for Hydra today. Hdra's trial is about to end and we need new recruits. Who knows, maybe not everyone in the hospital is dead. We could use the hospital staff but the instructions were very clear that we use only terminally ill patients. We'll look for survivors. If there are any survivors, we may have to use them for some time. This is the only hospital in London that is taking in terminally ill people and the other hospitals don't release to the media which hospital is catered specially for the mentally ill. Not only that, but this is the only hospital to agree to let its terminally ill patients be used as Hydra recruits.

Halberstram regretfully approaches Lady Inda. "Listen, I know this may come across as insensitive and everything but we need terminally ill patients like right now. We are still at war with Kira and we need patients; if Hydra is stuck to one person, that person can be manipulated. We need someone from the hospital. We need someone who is not afraid to put their life at risk because they're already dying. We need someone to act as Kira and we need at least two people. Please, please help us. Go find someone, anyone in the hospital, and ask for their help. Ask them to help the Kingdom of England, please."

Lady Inda flinches and looks away, trying not to think of the dead bodies in her mind before she finally nods. "I don't want to be part of this war going on between England and Kira but I understand. Please just... leave my name out of it."

"I don't even know your real name but sure. And don't ever tell me your real name."

Lady Inda laughs. "You couldn't find out my real name, even if I told you. The orphanage I lived in made sure that all our identities were kept secret so no one knew my name. I mean, I know my name."

"Good. Okay then, will you help me right now?"

"I will."

"Thank you. And then... when we're done, we can hang out, you know, go out for coffee or something?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Thanks."

Japan

With Rain

Archer and Angel meet Rain in her bedroom.

"Any chance you heard the news?" Archer asks. "Apparently, Kira wiped out an entire hospital full of terminally ill people."

Rain looks at them. "I did. And I'd say that Kira might have put them out of their misery if you would so politely agree with me."

"Those were innocent people," Angel continues to argue."

"Innocent but dying. If anything, I put them out of their misery. Kinda like what C-Kira did." Rain hears a notification on her computer. She checks the social media platform again and her eyes slightly widen. "Good, looks like we're finally on the inside."

Archer and Angel step over and read the message.

Another list of names: Armando Raven. Devon Yolo. Hideo Matsuda. Airi Iwatani.

"Looks like your little inside man was successful," Archer smiles. "Yes, he was successful."

Rain nods. "That's what I've been saying; I'm an awesome strategist. Now, this next part only works if we have a very important item in our hands. Well, several very important items but above all else, there is one item we need."

Angel gasps before taking a sip of water from the cup he brought with him. "I was fearing that this would happen."

Rain looks at her younger brother. "Hydra's trial is over. He is no longer under investigation and since there's no official announcement of their disbandment, Hydra is still alive, well, and active. But now, it's time to take the battle to them. They were the ones who wanted the war and now, we're going to give it to them. We gave them plenty of chances to back down but they refused. So now, we take off the gloves and our gloves are going to be very bloody depending on the outcome of this battle." She stands up. "Do you know why?"

Angel backs away as Rain steps closer to him. "I already know why."

"I told you my plan in great detail and this is the only plan that will wipe out Hydra permanently. You should've backed out when you had the chance brother."

"I ain't backing out."

"Even when you know what we need next?"

He shakes his head. "No, I'm still not backing out."

Rain nods, her face remaining expressionless. "Good."

She turns back to her desk. "Now then, let's get our hands on those nuclear launch codes."

A/N: What do you readers think Rain's plan is?