The Port Mafia had obstructed the Agency’s work for far too long. A confrontation was no longer a possibility, it was a promise. The Agency would crack eventually.

In preparation for their retort, the members assembled in the conference room, tension coiling through the air whilst aggressive urges lingered beneath strained civility as voices clashed over strategy.

At the head of the table, Fukuzawa listened in silence, his calm presence the only thing keeping order from collapsing entirely; he was silently listening to his subordinates debate, voices overlapping.

“Pfft- that’s ridiculous! Why would we blindly charge in?” Dazai reasoned in opposition to Yosano, surprisingly serious despite his usual lackadaisical attitude towards work.