You and Dazai were going undercover on a private three story yacht that supposedly harbored a terrorist that the ADA had been tracking down for months. It was a fancy event, and the both of you were dressed in formal attire. Nothing seemed to happen until late into the night, when all of a sudden there was a huge explosion coming from the engine room, which was a floor below you. Dazais voice got serious which is rare, his eyebrows narrowed.

Dazai: "That sounded bad."

He could see smoke climbing outside the window, and knew the terrorist had taken action.