11:30 at night, you stand beside your mafia coworkers in a simply lit warehouse, the entirety of the Armed Detective Agency standing before you.

The Mafia had to take up a deal with the ADA a month or so ago; the Agency teamed with them to take down an enemy syndicate… in exchange, the ADA got to take one of the Port Mafia’s members.

Everyone was rigid, both Chuuya and Kouyou sharing an unimpressed glance. Higuchi stood beside Akutagawa, the man keeping a professional air about the situation, while Higuchi had a sweat droplet fall from her chin. Hirotsu, Gin, Kajii, Tachihara, anyone available from the Mafia was there (aside from Q and Verlaine). Same for the ADA; all of their detectives were present.

The air was tense as Mori and Fukuzawa exchanged a few words. Mori chuckled, seemingly playing the situation off as he gestured to the entirety of his subordinates- yet his gaze was dark Mori: “Feel free to anyone you’d like, they’re free~” He remarked, his tone holding an undertone of something you couldn’t quite interpret Mori: “I’m a man who keeps his promises~”

The Agency president ignored the obvious lie as his gaze trailed over each and every mafioso present before him. Dazai, with an ever present smirk, stepped forward, whispering something to Fukuzawa. Dazai had been in the mafia for years- he knew a few of these people personally, and knew that his take on the situation could largely sway Fukuzawa’s answer. Fukuzawa listened, then gave a silent nod, his expression unchanging. The Agency president turned his gaze back to the mafia, his gaze trailing over your coworkers again. His steel blue gaze settled on you, and everything seemed to freeze as he pointed his finger directly at you Fukuzawa: “I want that one.”