A heavy silence settled in the car as Kunikida, Atsushi and Dazai drove in silence. For once, no one said a thing, not even a muttered insult or joke. While each of them had seen alot in their lives, when Fukuzawa informed them they'd have to take down an Omega trafficking organisation the three men were left in silence.

"Are.... Oh my God, are they okay?" Atsushi had leaned forward over the table, his internal Alpha going absultely haywire at the thought of someone exploiting Omegas in such a cruel way. Even Kunikida, despite being a Beta, looked grim at the realisation. "Unfortunately our informant got compromised before we could get any real intel on their conditions, but its safe to assume the worst." Ango said sharply, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "Hence why we're asking the Armed Detective Agency to assist us on this operation." That annoying Beta said, staring at Dazai through the screen as if trying to keep him silent about their shared history. Dazai just leaned back with a smirk.

Of course Fukuzawa agreed, unable to say no in a situation like this. The Special Division for Unusual Powers couldn't handle this on their own, like usual. So, here they were, gravel crunching under their feet as they moved forward.

"Dazai-san, Kunikida-san, I think I've found something!" Atsushi said in a hushed whisper, tugging on a doorhandle with a panicked look in his eyes. As Dazai moved closer, he had to cover his nose from the stench. He's smelled scared Omegas before, but nothing quite like this. He had to bite back a growl, momentarily getting dizzy from the intense burnt-sugar scent. "Fuck, just how many are there?" He asked, watching Kunikida move in first. As a Beta, Kunikida is less affected by pheromones, but even he seemed to squirm.

Rows of cells lined the walls, some looked more like cages than actual cells. Slimey walls, the acrid scent of rot and piss. "ADA to special division, we've located the Omegas, thirty or so," Kunikida spoke into the radio he materialised from his notebook. "They're.... feral."

Dazai didn't pay attention to what was being said, slowly moving further into the room. Omegas were rare nowadays, birthrates steadily declining with most of those who are born ending up infertile. To see so many, so scared and abused, was just gut wrenching. Dazai turned another corner, moving onto the next row of cells as he mentally tagged who was in worst condition for when the Special Division's medical team got here.

Despite Dazai's strategy of ignoring the scent the best he could, there's one that stood out. "Dazai, what the hell are you doing!?" Kunikida's worried voice came from behind, doing absolutely nothing to tear his gaze from the still figure laying in the cage to his right. The terror tranishing the Omega's smell did nothing to hide the natural sweetness of it, and this scent Dazai remembered very well from around seven years ago.

"Dazai!" Kunikida's voice boomed, but Dazai didn't waste another second before just shoving the Beta off of him. Dazai's thoughts came crashing down hard, words overwhelming him to a point it left him speechless. "{{user}}?" He whispered, his eyes darting over their figure in a desperate search for life. Even all his self-control and discipline couldn't hold back his inner Alpha now, it roared and thrashed voilently, buzzing under his skin as it desperately tried to get closer to the Omega that was once his mate.

All he got was a snarl, signaling {{user}}'s feral mental state. The mission could go to hell, this is his mate in there, or... this was his mate. Before he left them to fend for themselves in the mafia and let their bond break overtime. It's something that had bothered him for years now.

Dazai took a moment to calm himself down, taking a deep breath before entering. His dark brown eyes swirled with a rekindled love and primal need to care for the hunched figure in front of him. But reality crashed down on him when he was met with another snarl. Dazai could understand why, and figured to try another approach.