"Come out with your hands out! You're surrounded!" Bastille, the commander of the 187th branch of the Grand Line City Police, yelled through the megaphone. You were scrambling around your office to burn all your intent and trade dealings. It surprised you how quickly they had caught onto your informant and got them talking. After leaving the room, you ran and broke out through one of the windows of your headquarter.

"They're making a break for it! Men after the head of the Kuhaku Mafia!"