Threat Of Death

Borne Back Ceaslessly to the Past

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Chapter 4
Song:
After Dark
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Outside of the agency, the sound of a helicopter coming down alerted everyone, and woke up Aeris. Yosano stood up as he sits up from the stiff bed, Jun'ichiro's voice is heard from the hallway.

"You've all got to come see this!"

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TimeSkip
In the ADA
President's office

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"How nice to finally meet you! President Fukuna." The blond male, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, smiles towards the president of the ADA, a silver briefcase in between them, to guild members standing respectfully behind the Guild's leader.

"Uhhh... Fuzuka??"

"Fukuzawa," His deep voice corrects the American's mispronunciation of his name, his eyes closed and arms crossed.

"That's it!" the blond points, "Oh! We parked our chopper on a nearby highway. Was that alright?"

"What is it you want to discuss," The president stays in the same position, the only movement being of his mouth as he speaks, "You've journeyed across the world to come here, speak your mind."

Tea is placed near the silver briefcase, "My~ this is a rare specimen," Fitzgerald grabs the tea cup in his hand, eyes curious, eyebrow raised, "I don't recognize this style of porcelain, what is the brand of this set? Royal Blanc?"

He lifts the cup above his face, looking at it bottom to top, top to bottom. "Or perhaps, El Zelga."

Naomi, standing behind the president's couch, responds. "It's from the ceramics store next door," Fitzgerald takes a sip of the tea, before handing it over to one of the characters standing behind him.

"My apologies.. Please call me Francis old sport, I insist," he looks up, a mischievous smile on his lips, "I'm the leader of the guild, we are headquartered in North America! I personally own three conglomerates, five hotels, an airline, a university-"

"Mr.Fitzgerald," Fukuzawa cuts him off, the blond leans back, a slight pout on his lips, "I've received reports that you issued a bounty to encourage the Port Mafia to attack us..." Fukuzawa looks up, a strong glare staring back at Fitzgerald, "Are they true?"

Fitzgerald smiles "Ye-es, that was a big mistake on my part."

"To think such a famed criminal group would be so incompetent," The blonde leans forward, crossing his arms across his knees, winking at Fukuzawa, "To make amends, I bring you a business proposal."

Outside of the office, both Yosano and Aeris wait to be able to speak to the president, though being able to listen in to the serious conversation between the guild leader and the agency president. The voice of the foreigner cuts in "You've got a nice little company here, and it's in an attractive neighborhood, as such..."

The sound of a briefcase getting opened registered through their ears as the guild leader speaks. "I'd like to buy it from you."

Yosano frowned, looking at Aeris who seemed quite unbothered. The teen boy was fiddling around with his new clothing, he especially seemed to like the warmth of the tan sleeveless sweater vest that Ranpo got for him.

"It's not the building I'm interested in," Fitzgerald's voice broke Yosano out of her trance, her re-relaxed face becoming tight with frustration, "I want one thing."