"You must be detective Naruhodou."

"Gonta Shikabane. The best of the best in black market trade in Reizen. It certainly is simpler running guns when the entire nation is engulfed in flames." Said Doctor Kane.

"Are you in this field as well detective?" Asked Shikabane, somewhat intrigued.

"You hear the sound of trees and the talks of streets. It is quite a network the underground.“

“So indeed, and I’m sure a man like you would know how profitable this field is.”

“I’ve retired already, became a PI working for both sides of the coin.”

“You must be quite crafty to evade my sight detective. I’m impressed, there isn’t a single backhand deal that I wouldn’t know in Reizen.”

“I make myself known to friends, of my presence.” Doctor Kane gave a smile.

“Am I not?”

“Why would I face you here if you aren’t?”

“A denizen of the underworld are you?” Scoffed Shikabane

“I try to make ends meet.”

Shikabane knocked his hand on the table, and the bartender gave him a couple of drinks.

“I thought we can have a drink, detective.” Mentioned Shikabane as some whisky are presented on the table.

“I try to be sober when we negotiate.” Rebutted Doctor Kane.

“Has it become your principle or an excuse?”

“My lord does not want me to partake in alcholism. Besides, it leaves my deduction… rusty.”

“Good man.” Shikabane took a cigarette from his pocket and his callgirl lit it up. “Detective, I assure you I know the information you’re looking for.”

“I wouldn’t come forth if you didn’t.” Answered Doctor Kane.

“You have my payment?” Asked Shikabane.

Doctor Kane lifted his head to see Shikabane.

“How much?”

“Just one.” Responded Shikabane.

“Friendship?” Asked Doctor Kane.

“Something I may covet but I’m going to need another commodity.”

“Name the price”

“That’s not what I’m looking for.”

“A target?”

“Tempting, but this is not how I deal, detective.”

“How do you suppose?” Asked Doctor Kane, interested.

“Something of equal value, detective. Information.”

“Hmph, you can’t put price on an information.” Scoffed Doctor Kane

“It is a variable, 1 information that I can certainly put to good use.” Responded Shikabane.

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“……..Lower your guns.” Responded Doctor Kane, upon immediate observation.

“Only a single order to kill you.”

“This entire district is a killbox, either we come out or we dont.”

“How good are your men?”

“The best.” Responded Doctor Kane.

“Hmph…. Kill the best.” Scoffed Shikabane.

“Enough. I want guarantees. That or we all go home in buckets, nobody leaves the Danganropa alive.”

“You strike a hard bargain. Now my information?” Asked Shikabane, prompting Doctor Kane to slide a disk to Shikabane.

“….C4 adenovirus. Currently unnamed, and a strand deviation imminent. Inactive, it’s worthless, active Its immuno-compromising properties and capacity to inflame the heart at a record pace. Providing a silent death. Incredibly Volatile. Asymptomatic upon first day of exposure and undetectable using any examinatory means. High transmission rates and high reproductibility. Currently immune to any drugs known to man, therapeutical drugs would probably last you until…. 3 days?”

“….And?”

“Weaponizable, if an outbreak doesn’t occur first. Catra death is nothing compared to this.” Responded Doctor Kane.

“………I had my suspicions that Peonic biochemical warfare assets are high.”

“This is free for the taking, nothing on what Lotus has is as great as this?”

“Do they?” Asked Shikabane, somewhat lured.

“That, is not related to the payment.” Scoffed Doctor Kane.

“Now sir, where are my files?”

Shikabane whispered to his callgirl, who immediately slid her bangle across the table.

“A flash drive. The exchange will be done in the Agot-Kotci border, where a unit will escort the weapons to RIM and WPR. A truck convoy with some weapons and first aid equipment shall arrive in the Agot-Kotci border tonight so I doubt you’ll catch them to the border. Kotci shall provide the goods through the RIM border by aircraft, where a RIM craft shall definitely receive it. For the WPR? We assume Kotci shall present them similarly.” Briefed Shikabane, “For the stockpiles? In Agot, but I can’t say where, only the head of the operation is Agot Colonel Mustardgas. A funny name do you not think? Anyway, everything you need of the shipment is in the flash drive.”

“You seem awfully chatty about this.” Responded Doctor Kane

“I shouldn’t?” Scoffeed Shikabane, “Gas masks are never something I traded in, and I would certainly make more money if the soldiers are dead by bullets.”

“Indeed. Oh, and my other transaction?”

“The barista has it for you.”

“Thank you, Shikabane.” Doctor Kane stood up, “It’s a pleasure to do business with you.”


“I’m sure this won’t be our last transaction.” Shikabane looked at Doctor Kane, “I’m sure of it.”

Doctor Kane went out of the club still with blaring music, through the crowds until he found himself in the care of the barista. The Barista didn’t say another word, and took out a large briefcase.


“Arigatou.”