The whole room filled with smoke as Matt sat staring at the many screens he had feed into the living room. Wires and sparks flew from various places and fizzled out of existence. Heat seemed to kill the air. Not that this stopped Matt and as he turned from his D.S. to the score of numbers and symbols that flew around the different sized monitors.
People shuffled in and surrounded the concentrating gamer. “Mello wants to know if you’ve got anything to report.” A tall sandy haired men asked turning Matt’s swivel chair to face them.
Matt didn’t even look up. “Jacks. You tell blondie that he doesn’t have to be formal with me. And if he wants to know what his hell is like he can come and see me himself.”
Jacks took a step back. “You sure are gutsy with the boss.” He finished with a nervous laugh. “Are you sure you want me to tell him that?”
“Be my guest.” Matt mumbled taking along drag and blowing it in the guy’s direction.
Jacks took the hint and went down the stairs. “Is he crazy!?” one the other men said. “Mello is gonna be so mad when Matt challenges him. That freak better pray for his life.”
“Matt’s got nothin’ to worry too much about. It’s his ability to be so close and open with Mello that keeps him alive actually.” Jacks said opening and climbing threw the small door that lead to the hiding place of the crazy blond.
“What did Matt say?” Mello was dressed in his all black and silver leather suit. He was bent over a large map he had stolen of L’s building. When they staid quiet just a second too long he got up, the tight leather creaking with every move he made. “WELL!?” He shouted moving around the table and stopping in front of his band of goons.
“He- He said that if you want any info. to come see him yourself.” Jacks said controlling himself to not back away from the enraged blond. They knew that the small height of their leader was nothing in comparison with his sudden movements and attacks.
Mello’s face turned to pure disgust and he snickered to himself. “That so?” He muttered and turned to Jacks. “The next time I send you for information I expect you to come back with it.” He said evilly and punched the man’s face. “Get up top and find out what the cops are doing about Kira.”
They all turned and walked back out, leaving the enraged flaxen haired man to himself. But, soon he too left the basement to find his suddenly rebellious red head pup.
“Here he comes.” Matt muttered around his cigarette. He faced Mello as the blond came in and stormed over beside him taking in the various codes.
“Why did you reject Jacks with my orders? No matter who asks you it comes from me.”
“Mels.” Matt sighed putting out what was left of his cigarette. “I don’t care who brings it, if you want it get it yourself. You aren’t an invalid, you can walk from there”, he pointed to the stairs, “to here anytime.”
Mello snickered and pulled up another chair. “Have there be any changes in the activity?” He asked squinting to try to understand what was happening on the screens. He wouldn’t admit it but he didn’t have a clue what Matt could see.
“No.” Matt replied by turning off his game. “What have you found?”
“That if this Kira ever get our picture or names, we’re dead. It seams that from what L got so far. There are two or three Kiras. Two have either passed on their power or they‘ve simply made themselves look innocent for the time being.”
“Why are we dead just by our pictures and names?” Matt secured his goggles in front of his eyes. “That doesn’t make sense at all, Mel.”
“I know. But, it’s all they need to kill you.”
“How?” Mello could tell Matt was hooked now by the way he didn’t play his games while he talked.
“Kira can kill you by either giving you a heart attack or any other means he can think of. He’s gotten pretty creative too. He’s killed someone with a bus jacking, and he’s caused the death of twelve F.B.I. agents sent to Japan on L’s request for the investigation. And now he has killed L himself.”
“How can you force a heart attack?” Matt said. “No one, unless you’ve got some kind of condition, can be told ‘You will die of a heart attack’ and do it.”
“He doesn’t need to say anything it seems or else they would have caught him by now.”
“Then how is he doing it?”
“That is what we need to find out.” Mello said biting a chocolate bar in half “We need to send some guys over there to spy for us. Then we’ll move in ourselves. Get me Aiber and Wedy to look into it. Their there anyway. They were working with L at his request.”
“Now you’re talkin’!” Matt chanted pulling out his phone and connecting it to his computer. “One thief and con artist team comin’ up!”
An hour later.
Matt's phone was still conected and beeping in the same repetitive way it did when a line was dead or busy. He frowned and reaching over shook Mello's shoulder to wake him from his doze.
"Wha?" Mello asked rubbing his lidded eyes and stretching like a cat in his chair. He leaned toward the phone Matt held out to him. He quirked when the line clicked and died. A simple message started it was Aiber's voice. The conman was saying things in a code. Mello started to write the information down and handed it to Matt while he tried Wedy's number. It was the same thing.
Matt tapped on Mello's unscared shoulder and held up the paper. Mello dropped Matt's phone to the table top at the now de-coded message.
*When this code is found. I've either quit my bussiness or died. You pick.*
"Sorry, Mel's" Matt said, he followed the blond to the kitchen area. "Aiber didn't quit, thats for sure. He must have died." Some how it sounded so bad to act so nonchalot about the professional's passing. But, it was obvious something they needed to face with a strait face to hold it together.
Mello just nodded and poured himself a strong drink. He only benged when something struck home with him. And boy had it ever. Kira comes and startes his killings. L takes up the case. L lets people see him for the first time and then dies! Now Aiber and Wedy!? What will happen next? Who will stop reporting? What if it's himself? Or Matt? And if Near ever dies they probably wouldn't find out till it was to late to do anything about it.
The kitchen was quiet as both men sat at the table and shared these similar thoughts.
