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Dazai

"So how did it work out?" I asked yawning. She gave me an annoyed glare as if the answer was obvious.

"Do you doubt my abilies Dazai? I'd love to show you how they work in person." She smirked hovering close.

"I-I'll pass Yosano-san." I said holding my hands up in surrender.

"That's a shame. Oh Dazai! Ranpo says you owe him for playing the bad guy and solving that case."

I rolled my eyes walking out of the room. When I stepped out I nearly crashed right into the small girl.

"Forgive me do I know you?" I smiled. She shook her head in dismissal.

"I'm Mariko Hashioka," She stated. "A part-time worker here."

Another part-timer? I need to get with the times more.

"Nice meeting ya' Hashioka-san."

She nodded walking down the stairs to the main level.

Mariko Hashioka. I recognize that name...

~*~

Yosano-san took Atsushi shopping for god knows what reason, I fear for the poor kid. But seeing that I no longer have to babysit the weretiger I took the advantage to snoop around.

Hashioka-san was a part-timer, who just so happened to be home for a little while longer.

So I snuck into her desk and started searching for something to help me remember why I recognize her name.

Mariko Hashioka.

Hashioka.

Hashio...ka

Got it!

I pulled out a folder and skimmed through the papers inside.

My eyes widened when they crossed one single word.

Joshinki. The Goddess Chronicle. Her gift.

I knew exactly who she was now. And since I figured her out, that means the agency is seriously screwed...

Mariko Hashioka is her real name given to her at birth. I knew her as Natsuo Kirino, an ex-member of the Port Mafia's assassination team.

She excells as deception and always gets what she wants in the end.

Though she only worked alongside us for less than a month. In that time, she grew enraged with myself and my subordinate at the time, Akutagawa.

We removed her from the Port Mafia, leaving her best friend in our custody.

Yoko Tawada.