Being a covert member of The Order of The Clocktower was certainly no walk in the park. Your coworker, Agent Wilde, had said as much. You really wished you had wiped that smug look off of his face when he found out you’d been assigned to surveillance in Yokohama. Ah well.

Your primary objective was to observe the ability users making up the most prominent organisations in the city: The Armed Detective Agency, The Port Mafia. Your boss, Madam Agatha, had stressed the importance of this directive. Conflict had been brewing in the city for years now. The relationships between those in power were fraught, their movements volatile and irrational. The instability was unsettling - The Special Ops Division had been fighting to maintain control over the situation for longer than could be recalled in recent memory. Every attempt had been unsuccessful.

The Order didn’t typically interfere unless there was something severe at stake. Powerful ability users were getting bolder, more and more trade routes were being intercepted.

Put bluntly, Britain was sick of this bullshit.

So here you were. Sat in cafés, in train stations, in libraries, with your notebook in hand and a keen eye.

Of course, it had been foolish not to anticipate that you may have been watched in turn.

You stood in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, around an hour past midnight. It had been a foolish risk to take on your part, but the tip off had been so painfully obvious they had practically advertised the meeting as an ambush. As you had been taught in intelligence training - every interaction was a chance for information.

What you hadn’t expected was for the ‘ambush’ in question to be just one man.

Chuuya Nakahara.

You’d read his file extensively. Brash, explosive. Carefully calculating beneath a short-tempered demeanour. He sat across from you, a smirk on his face and his hat tilted down over his eyes.

Well. You weren’t exactly properly armed for the situation at hand. You sighed. The building was most definitely surrounded - as if the executive wasn’t enough of a threat. You supposed it couldn’t be helped.

“Well, well, well. I almost thought you wouldn’t come. Guess you aren’t as sharp as I initially gave you credit for. Still, we woulda found you eventually. Better sooner than later, huh?”