"Honestly, I don't know how you managed to get us into the hotel," I hissed to Ainsley as I followed her into the bathroom.

"I am impressed with myself," she responded as she started putting on a wig. I blinked at her.

"Where's mine?"

"You don't need one. You're already Asian so you will fit in. I'm a full-fledged blonde, so I need this brown wig to fit in a little."

"I am trying to think that you dragged me into this mess so that I can basically do your work for you! You already stand like a head taller than most Japanese women, with your American genes!"

"Well, that won't make me stand out much, because today is the IVC, the International VIP Convention. So there's quite a bit that isn't Japanese, so some of the staff isn't Japanese to help deal with the larger volume of important guests. And the best part is, as long as you speak a decent amount of Japanese and a whole lot of English, you should be fine," she ends in a sing-song voice, and grabbed my arm to drag me out of the bathroom with her.

"Hey! You two newbies! Quit slacking off and go help the others at the party!" shouted a girl who had her light brown hair in a ponytail.

"Yeah! Go help!" shouted two twin girls with curly pigtails at the first girl's sides.

I could feel Ainsley's hands tighten around my arm, before I decided to be the one dragging her away this time.

"Aren't you the detective here! You're going to blow your own cover!" I hissed at her.

"They won't miss 3 useless chicks!"

"Don't be silly! I don't feel like being deported and banned from Japan! And you still haven't covered my meals yet."

"You're right." I looked at her in shock.

"Why did you give up so easily?"

"Since this is a pretty big party basically, I can easily pour red wine or something that stains pretty badly on their outfit. I'm sure they would be overjoyed to have to miss out on the biggest party in Japan right now." Before I could convince her otherwise, a man started to approach us.

"Hey ladies, how about you get some room service for me? I got money. A big tip for the service," he started.

"Haha, you're funny. How about no for an answer," Ainsley responded.

"What?! Don't you know who I am! I can pay you 5 million dollars!"

I jumped in before Ainsley actually gets us arrested.

"I am sorry. We don't offer those kinds of services here."

"You're cuter, baby. How about we ignore your friend and you can come give some room service?" I could feel Ainsley tensing up.

"Get out of the way, lowlifes," a voice growled from behind.

"And why the f-" Ainsley whipped around and I noticed who it was. I slapped my hand on Ainsley's mouth, with my other hand on her arm, and yanked her away.

"I am so sorry, sir!" I shouted while bowing my head, and rushing to have Ainsley do the same while she was in my arms.

"M-me too, Mr. Ichinomiya!" the other man shouted shortly after me.

All I heard from then was a huff, before Mr. Ichinomiya walked past us with his latest groupie of overdramatic women. Seeing how this put a temporary separation from the other guy, I pulled Ainsley into another empty hallway. Ainsley was actually very patient and waited until we were further away from that situation before hissing to me, "What the hell was that for?!" My brows furrowed together.

"Ainsley, do you not get, like, some file with your so-called mission or assignment before you go undercover?"

"Do I look stupid to you? What's the point of looking at all the fine details, because you have to be genuine to be undercover so they don't catch you. And if you get caught, well you don't know anything anyways, so that is just protecting you."

I was sure my jaw dropped at hearing that.

"I think I am going to die," I muttered, and Ainsley heard that.

"Then die, why bother telling me," Ainsley said and shoved me to the wall before running off.

"I think I am actively losing brain cells," I muttered before running off after her.

"You are insane-" I started once I caught up, although I only caught up to her after she stopped all of a sudden.

"Shush!" she went before slapping her hands on my mouth.

I was thinking that I was going to get deported back to the states because I decided to murder an idiot.

"Do you see what I am seeing?" Ainsley said, gesturing towards a door that was cracked out just a little bit. I looked inside to see a large conference room, but what made this one different from normal ones, was how the table was littered with rifles on them, and various other handguns. And there were other men all in suits in the room, exchanging many briefcases of cash to each other. They were speaking in hushed tones, so I could barely make out what they were saying. I did make out some things, but it sounded Chinese to me, and my beginner Chinese from that owl language learning app only taught me to say, "I like to eat apples," and there was nothing like that in this conversation.

"This is definitely a smuggling jackpot. Imma join them!" Ainsley tried to rush into the room, before I yanked her back. I didn't feel like dying just yet.

"I do not want to d-" I began to hiss at her, before I felt hand yank me back into a wall next to the door. It did take quite a bit of wind from me, but my adrenaline had me looking straight across to the person that had yanked me back. I stared at a blue tie, before my eyes traveled up to meet some gray-blue eyes with furrowed eyebrows that were not happy to see me.

"You and your friend have 30 seconds to disappear or you two disappear off the face of the Earth permanently."

"Listen here, you-" it didn't take long for Ainsley to respond, but I wasn't waiting for her to finish her thought.

I grabbed her arm again and just ran for it. It wasn't until we passed multiple corridors and down multiple hallways before I stopped. My adrenaline was wearing out, and I was hunched, panting for more air.

"Hanh, do you know how you just screwed me over! That was Soryu Oh! The biggest deal in the Triads right now! And rumors had it that he was breaking into the Yakuzu world! Do you know-"

"And you were just about to join that world!"

"No, infiltrate." Ainsley corrected me, emphasizing the word "infiltrate."

"Not because you thought it was fun?" I glared at her.

"I think you're focusing on the wrong things, but Imma prove it to you," Ainsley said as she turned around to break into another sprint, only to run into a man with wavy orange hair.

"Oh, I am so sorry," the man said as he held onto Ainsley to make sure she wasn't completely off balance. The man did look familiar to me, but I couldn't place my finger on it. Although I watched as Ainsley's eyes widened, "Oh my- you're Ota Kisaki! The one known as the angelic artist. Can I have an autograph!"

He smiled brightly, revealing why he got the title of the Angelic Artist if it was based on looks alone. As alarm bells were going off in my mind, Ota said something strange, "Oh my, I didn't expect there to be two Alices in wonderland today."

"They say that those creative people were always loose in the head," Ainsley said as we watched Ota go away.

"You know what. I am so tired of this already," I said, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation.

"I am going to go back to our hotel room. I am going to take a long nap, and then I am going to enjoy the rest of my time in Ja-," I was yelling at her as I went to the door, thinking it was taking me closer to the exit. In my own frustration with Ainsley, I opened the door a little too hard, having it hit the wall and shaking the things in it. It was like slow motion as I watched an expensive looking vase fall.

"ooh- maybe you add that anime experience with that vase in that host club anime you were watching on the plane to your Japan experience " Ainsley said as I turned around to glare at her. But maybe my blood pressure had risen so much, because then I blacked out.