now saying goodbye.

"Sera-kun .... Chan ... kun ..." he suddenly began to stutter.

The girl kept her smile.

"Good evening Commissioner Takagi. You told me the other day that you still needed my testimony to close the case in order to close the murdered fraudster in the Haido City Hotel.", She reminded him.

Takagi nodded, he actually did. But why today of all times? He wanted to do a few more things and then call it a day. But what the heck, after all, he'd never be an inspector with an attitude like that, right?

Sera sat down across from him and Takagi started his computer. He was surprised when the girl suddenly held out a mug of coffee.

"For making you like this," she added.

Takagi blushed slightly and took the mug. He took a hearty sip.

"Ahhh ...." Groaning, he put the mug back down and stood up.

"Oh pardon, was it too hot?" Sera asked innocently.

Takagi fended off.

"Never mind, I'll get a glass of water quickly.", He explained and disappeared briefly.

Sera wasted no time and rummaged in her pants pockets. She looked around and when no one was watching, she plugged a USB stick into Takagi's computer. She sat down so that he wouldn't notice him when he got back. Then she picked up her cell phone and configured her wireless settings. A program on the stick was activated and she hastily looked for the data she needed. Takagi came back and Sera put the cell phone in her lap. While she dubbed her statement, she operated the cell phone. When they were done, she leaned over Takagi's desk and thanked him for the time. When she removed the stick, she hoped the computer wasn't making any noise.

Takagi insisted on accompanying her out and Sera gladly accepted.

It was near the exit when a person came towards them.

"Oh, Inspector Morofushi, already back?", Takagi greeted the colleague.

He nodded to the inspector and squeezed past the two of them in the narrow corridor.

Sera held out her hand to the back and Koumei took the stick.

Outside, Takagi thanked the girl again for the cooperation.
Haido, former office building of the Aonuma group - makeshift headquarters of the FBI in Japan
"My name is Hidemi Hondou. I am a member of the Central Intelligence Agency. My liaison officer's name is Okiya Subaru-san.The name of my line manager, Vice-Director John White. My job is to infiltrate an organization that specializes in arms smuggling, extortion, robbery and contract killings. The job is dangerous, my father and former CIA agent, Ethan Hondou, died trying to uncover everything. I will go on for as long as I can, even if it costs my life. This is an interim report from September 23rd. The man in the mall didn't turn out to be Shuichi Akai. Gin leaves me in the dark. His words were: someone who only exists in a novel. A detective as smart as Sherlock Holmes. I couldn't get any further information from him. Move into a new apartment in the east of Haido. No further information so far. "

James operated the laptop and explained that he would now play a cut.

"Black. That is their color. Almost ridiculous, like something out of a third-rate agent thriller. But this is not a film, it's reality. Just yesterday I was asked by Gin to interview a certain Shigehiko Namiguchi. I wasn't initiated into everything, but a little." I later found out that he was killed by an organization member named Pisco. I only met him once before, this is the 20th agent I have heard from, but I rarely found out their real names unless they were killed, like in Piscos Case. But neither in Kenzo Masuyama's private nor professional environment I could prove a connection to the organization. It was like a mystery. The group is very keen on secrecy and secrecy. For dangerous assignments, they hire offenders who only know the name and that Know the agent's face, that's all. At the moment I'm assuming that the organization has around 100 such straw men none of them have an alias.
Completely different than with the field agents and the scientists or computer specialists. At the moment I assume that there are 30-40 active agents, each of whom has a code name, after an alcoholic drink. There are likely to be just as many researchers and technicians, although it is not known whether they all have aliases. Your work is subject to the highest level of confidentiality, presumably it is information gathering and hacking attacks. The scientific department produces poisons, but details are not known. Examples of this are the IT expert Generic, who has left the organization, or Sherry, the woman who is being searched for like crazy.

No ... the organization really doesn't let anyone escape.

Many of the agents are criminals or ex-soldiers. Snipers like Calvados, Chianti or Korn are especially useful for assassinations. Or the two-man team Tequila and Martini, who bring valuable software into their possession for the group, even if one of them has already been killed.I once met an extremely disgusting guy named Snake ... before he called himself Jackal and before that .... In any case, he's a ruthless thief and murderer. The organization appears to have recruited him, even though he is on Interpol's wanted list. A complete match is Irish, who is said to be a master of disguise. And finally, cognac and brandy, the organization's two cleaners. They are said to have committed most of the murders, but I've never met them before.
Above these 30-40 agents are 5 people who cannot be more unscrupulous or more malicious. Each of them is repulsive, but they are intelligent and have no scruples. Their names are ...

Pisco.

Bourbon.

Wormwood.

Rum.

And ... gin.
They have the same rank and command the agents listed above. The death of one of them did not weaken them in any way. Pisco became unreliable and was eliminated. Bourbon is an intelligence genius, I warned the FBI about him. Vermouth is a foreign agent wanted by multiple federal agencies in America who can impersonate any person. Rum is said to be a disgusting guy who manages the organization's finances. And gin…. I cannot describe it. This deep darkness in him ... I'm sorry, that doesn't belong in this report. I continue now. Above these 5 is a person named Scotch. I know next to nothing about him, only the 5 agent leaders are in contact with him. I do not know whether he is a man or a woman, nor what his role is. However, I suspect he must be part of the police force or hold a position in the government. Thanks to him, the organization succeeded in many operations that were almost doomed to failure. Cognac would be the only one who could tell me more about him, since I heard they both know each other from the military. He occupies the second highest rank in this group. There is only one person higher up in the hierarchy. He doesn't have an alias, not even a face.

Your boss.

The leader of the black organization.

Anokata.

Information from well-known agents such as vodka or vermouth are different. The organization is said to have existed for 20 years, or even 30. Has it always had the same leader? Or was there a change at some point? The motive behind this power hungry person seems to be money as well as political control. It is possible that all actions lead to an influence on part of Japan or even the whole country. Attempts to murder politicians like Shigehiko Namiguchi or Yasuteru Domon speak for it. Or are there any other motifs that I am not aware of? I continue my work, it doesn't matter what else it will ask of me. Hidemi Hondou - the end. "
Haido, FBI Provisional Headquarters in Japan - Northern CorridorShe could kill him, he knew that. Not immediately, but someday. In principle, it was as deadly as the clock in its holster. But did it still matter? It was just a simple cigarette. What if he got cancer all of a sudden? He had no intention of getting old anyway, it would be a bullet that ended his life and not a disease. Shuichi Akai was honest with himself and he was not a dreamer. It had never been. Still, he put the cigarette in his pocket and walked towards the wide balcony.

"Sorry!" He was stopped.

The FBI agent turned and recognized the CIA man who had helped them during the Bourbon Crisis. Subaru Okiya smiled and tried to catch up with him.

"Agent Akai, do you have a minute?" He asked charmingly.

Akai forced it back and waited for what the man had to say.

"Me, Jodie-san and the boy, Kudo-kun, just finished listening to the tape. I'm writing a report for my superiors now, and I have two unanswered questions that I hope you can help me with," he confessed .

Akai nodded and waited for Okiya to continue.

This cleared his throat, apparently it was something delicate.

"It's about something that Bourbon said. So to Kudo-kun, during a phone call that the boy reported to me. He mentioned Akemi Miyano," he said.

Something stirred in Akai's expression, probably it was the only subject that could trigger a strong emotion in him.

"I know that Bourbon ordered the murder of your ... your ex-girlfriend, so I feel uncomfortable bringing the subject up. But she was also part of your mission, so it is necessary," he admitted.

"Ask," Akai gave the OK.

Okiya nodded and cleared her throat again.

"I don't understand why the FBI ... why you left Akemi Miyano in Tokyo. After your cover was blown, the organization must have thought it helped infiltrate Moroboshi Dai, right? It is true that she died years later, but there was a risk, right? Wouldn't it have been better to include her in the witness protection program even if her information had been poor? "

Akai swallowed and considered what to say in return. Then he resumed his cool, reserved demeanor.

"That's up to the FBI alone. And I don't think the information is too important to your report, do I?" He asked harshly.

Okiya adjusted his glasses and finally nodded.

Akai had already turned