The Tourist || Kiribaku

The Interpol

"We lost Bakugou, sir."

Agent Aizawa sighed and rubbed at his temples. "Of course you did," his voice resonated, tired in the intercom. "Do you at least have the letter?"

"We retrieved the remains."

"Good. Don't fucking touch it," the senior agent warned as he typed into his computer. "I'll send someone over."

When he was sure someone arrived to properly scan the remnants of the letter and the radio-like voice on the other side died out, Aizawa stepped out of his office and walked over to the desk belonging to the currently youngest agent in French Interpol. Keigo Takami was happily sipping his coffee, face focused on what looked like a puzzle on his desktop. He was ready to scold the young agent, however upon further inspection, Aizawa recognized the charred words that Keigo was trying to piece together.

"Already got the memo, boss," he spoke, golden eyes not tearing away from the screen. "You think the letter's from him?"

"Ougi, yes," Aizawa could only confirm. He's been hunting this man for years and still didn't find out as much as his real name. The nickname "Ougi" has been in use for so long he almost forgot it's just a code name for the criminal who is presently evading jail time.

"But man, a billion dollars does sound nice," the younger agent exhaled as he played around with the letters in front of him.

"Not when you owe another seven hundred and forty four million in back taxes," retorted Aizawa.

"True," Keigo admitted but continued nonetheless. "You know, he stole the money from a gangster. Our man Ougi is a modern Robin Hood if nothing else..."

"Just focus on your work."

And so he did. Aizawa watched as the letters were slowly coming together. First, the number 8. Then 22. Shortly after that, the first word: Lyon.

"Maybe they're supposed to meet here in Lyon?" Keigo guessed but continued to place the charred pieces back together.

The other agent could only watch, gears turning at the back of his head. "Try Gare de Lyon."

Keigo was already looking for it. And indeed, when the first two letters of the train station snapped into one piece, Aizawa quickly addressed the two agents in Paris through the intercom "Bakugou is boarding the eight twenty two train at the Gare the Lyon. Go, go!"

He sighed at the sound of confirmation. Finally, a useful lead. Two years ago, the man code named Ougi disappeared from the Interpol's sight and from then on, they could only focus on ex-agent Bakugou, who's been uncooperative in the search. And now, after this operation cost Interpol eight million euros, Aizawa finally got something worth following.

Ordering Keigo to keep working on the letter, Aizawa disappeared to agent Enji's office, who's been assigned to interrogating the man who delivered a message to Bakugou.

"He doesn't know anything. Been working under Ougi using text messages, delivering his letters. That's all," the large man stated right after Aizawa entered.

Aizawa leaned on the doorframe of Enji's office allowing himself to think aloud. "Do you think he could be Ougi?"

"These days, I think everyone might be Ougi," the other agent admitted, fuming at the lack of progress they've made for the past two years. "Ever since we received the info he obtained a new face the whole operation has gone to..." he trailed off and clenched his fists in frustration.

"Shit," Aizawa finished for him and continued. "So apparently all the money he put into it was worth it. For real though, did you check the 'postman's' history?"

Enji nodded. "Not only does he have a wife and two kids, he is also shorter than our billion dollar criminal. Plastic surgery can't do that for you."

Before Aizawa could reply, however, the intercom buzzed in his ear.

"We successfully boarded the train."

Instantly, he switched on his microphone. "Do you have a visual on Bakugou?"

Enji raised his head, eyes almost glinting at the premise of new info. Aizawa's throat felt suddenly too dry.

"Yes, sir. He's sitting with a man."

"What?" Heart skipping a beat, Aizawa was already shouting, his mind repeating the same nickname over and over. "Get a picture, now!"