"There's something else that I should probably tell you." Mello fixes his jacket, as he walks alongside M. The two stroll unnoticed, easily navigating through the crowd. They eventually made it to their car where two of them both quickly closed the door, thankful for the privacy.

M raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? I'm not sure what's left to say." She remarks, not looking him the eye. Things were a bit awkward since the airplane incident, but the two had grown closer no doubt about it.

Mello turns the key into the ignition, starting the car. He sighs looking over to her and back at the road as he used the mirror to see how he could back out.

"I- uh- hired some friends. They've agreed to help us out." Mello says, not glaring at her. M was left questioning why he used the term "hired" and "friends" in the same sentence. It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

She didn't respond. "They like to be called Jones and Williams. The two are brothers, and are particularly good at this type of thing. Jones is a nineteen year old American. His personality ranges from serious to not shutting up. Admittedly, he can be a bit obnoxious, I won't lie. Next is Williams. He is the same age as Jones, but he's Canadian and has a particular love for maple syrup and polar bears. The kid is very quiet and shy, but nobody plans a murder out loud, right? I think they fit us perfectly." Mello chuckles, gripping the car wheel tightly with his gloves. M seems to be a bit nervous. This didn't seem right.

"Mello... A-are you sure about this?" She sighs, watching the blonde with his almost maniacal smile. Mello nods.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He pauses and looks over at her, slightly surprised by her shock.

M shakes her head. "Why did you tell me all this now?" Honestly, M was at that point where she felt like opening the car door and escaping as far as she could from Mello. Nobody on this case was sane anymore.

But then she had an idea. Perhaps-

"Oi, sorry. We're here. And I told you now because we are about to meet them." Mello interrupts her wonderful process of thinking and unlocks the car door. M's jaw was left hanging wide open as she was about question the blonde.

No, she had a plan. Even if it meant leaving Mello and possibly making her in a worse position that she already was. Though, she wasn't sure that anything could get worse right now. Who knows what would happen?

Mello opens the car door for M, who was still a bit in shock. She clicks her seat belt to unlock it, and follows Mello as they exit the car. M takes a deep breath, her hands nervously trembling, and her breath shaky. What if these guys would betray them? What if Mello wasn't who he said he was? No... She was just making things worse by overthinking.

M got the best feeling of comfort when she saw the old torn down cliché gas station they were about to enter. Where's a Death Note when you need one?

The two walk into the building slowly, Mello's hand moving to his gun trigger just in case. M's breathing was becoming shaky, as she was trying her best to hide herself behind Mello.

Mello curses under his breath as he pauses. "They aren't here." He states, clenching his teeth.

M sighs with relief. "O-oh, fun! A-alrighty w-why don't we just head out the building now? Haha..."

Just then, a figure bumps into M, almost knocking her over. She grabs Mello's gun and points it at whatever had collided with her just then with closed eyes.

"I'm sorry!"

The voice sounded young and innocent. M cautiously opens one eye to see a male with wavy blonde hair and a small curl on his head. The boy was hugging a polar bear, and she notices that his glasses had been knocked to the floor.

M leans down, lifting up the glasses and handing them to the boy. She then offers to help him up with a small smile. Mello was watching from behind in complete shock.

"I-I'm Matthew, and thank you! But I don't think you guys should be here..." Matthew quietly says, twirling his hair around his finger. Mello gently pushes his hand on M, standing beside her.

He scoffs lightly at Matthew. "We have business here. Where's Alfred?" Mello rudely asks, not caring about the boy.

Another boy, whose appearance looked similar to Matthew's, strolls in the building with a gun in his right hand. He has a small cowlick on his head, along with some glasses, and a white button up shirt.

"I'm here. And you must have a good reason to hurt my brother Mello, right?" The man says protectively over Matthew, raising up his arm in defense.

Matthew squeaks in fear, trembling. "We didn't hurt him. He bumped into US." Mellow warns, getting closer to Alfred, as Mello rips his gun from M's hand.

"H-hey now, be nice! It was just an accident." M stupidly points out, immediately wishing she had remained silent. Mello gave her that "Shut-up-right-now" expression, while the man looks at her with confusion.

He raises his eyebrows. "And who are you?"

M gulps, squeezing her eyes shut as the man approaches her. "I-I'm Valentina."

The man releases a sigh of relief. His mouth curves into a huge dorky smile. "No way dude! I've been waiting ages for you! Sorry for the whole bad guy intimidation act, it's just the hero always has to be sure that he isn't helping the villains! The name's Alfred, and I'm the hero!" He shouts loudly, striking a superhero pose. Mello's eye twitches in annoyance.

Yeah this guy was a complete wacko.

"Nice to meet.. You?" M cautiously asks with a raised eyebrow. Alfred just smiles largely and extends his gloved hand to M.

M hesitated and takes it. He shakes it heartily with a wink.

"Dudes, dudettes, what do you need?" Alfred's perky personality calms down, and he takes on a much more serious side.

Mello steps forward, with an annoyed expression.

"We need to prove that Light Yagami is Kira."